I found myself heading north up I-25 to the City in my truck. I was working on the horse corral with my neighbors when Kay called me. I lived on a little property that my family had owned for several years just outside of a small college town on the Rio Grande. Kay and I had met in my early twenties while I was working at the local bar. My job that night she showed up the first time was checking IDs, and Kay, who was a few months short of twenty one, tried to get past me, by hoping I wouldn’t look too closely at her ID. It didn’t work, and I sent her on her merry way.
Later that night, at the twenty-four hour diner, while I was satiating my hunger with a burger and cheese fries, I heard a girlish voice yell, “There’s the guy that tried to ruin my night!”
I turned and saw Kay, who had her arms crossed beneath her breasts as if she was upset, but who was also grinning like a goof.
“Sorry,” I said with a tired face. “Can’t have the cops busting up my bar.”
“Ha!” she laughed. “A girl has to try.”
With that, Kay sat herself down at my table without asking, and motioned for two of her friends to join us.
“Come back in a couple of months on your birthday, and I’ll get you your first drink.”
Kay laughed again, and launched into a story about finding a house party after I had turned her away and spun ludicrous sounding tales about the night. I lamented that it sounded a lot more fun than my night of sitting outside the door in the cold and making sure that everyone that came into the bar was old enough to drink.
We hit it off and spent the next couple of hours learning a bit more about each other. Her name wasn’t really Kay, it was Kaitlyn. She had been named after her aunt, and because of that, her family often shortened it to Kay and it stuck. I told her my name was David, and she tried to call me Dave. I made a disgusted face, which made her laugh.
“David it is,” she said, holding her hands up apologetically.
After that first night, Kay and I ran into each other quite a bit. She was about three years younger than I was, and taking classes at the same local college where I was studying engineering. She was friends with a few folks I knew in the geology and geochemistry department. It seemed for a while that every time I went over to a friend’s house, I’d see her dusty blonde hair and smiling eyes.
By the time Kay turned twenty-one and showed up to my bar for her promised drink, we had become good friends. Don’t get me wrong, Kay was cute. Her smile brightened the darkest room, and her eyes were a stunning shade of green. But other than my looking over her on that first night that we met and trying to decide if she was worth pursuing, I never felt like I should make a move, and she never really gave me many signals that she was interested.
While Kay was just a few younger than me, I have typically always been attracted to women that were my age or a year or two older or younger. I was also busy at school, or working for a few bucks at the bar, or taking care of the land with my horses.
After a year or so, Kay transferred to the bigger university in the city about an hour away. She had decided she wanted to be a doctor or maybe a physician’s assistant, and our little engineering school obviously wasn’t the best place for that.
I finished up my degree and stayed in town. I wasn’t in any hurry to start a career, and I loved my friends and my little slice of land. I’d still see Kay regularly. She’d come down to party with her friends, or I’d go up to the City with mine and we’d hang out. Kay had been living in a little shoebox of a studio apartment, and it wasn’t uncommon for me and my friends to fight over the couch or sleep on the floor after a hard night’s drinking when letting loose in the big city.
The next fall, Kay moved into a bigger one-bedroom apartment. Since I had a truck, naturally she recruited me to help her move. After we finished, we shared a couple of beers and fell asleep on her bed. It was a little strange to wake up in her bed, but when I was younger it wasn’t exactly uncommon to share a bed and sleep “by a girl” as opposed to “with a girl.”
After that, for the first time since I’d met her, I began to look at Kay a little different. She really was cute. She was short, curvy, energetic, absolute fun to be around. She had a tiny little overbite that somehow started to make her lips look kissable. I’d picked on her about that overbite, especially when she laughed but somehow what I used to mock became something I thought kissing on more than one occasion.
Nevertheless, we were just friends, and I wasn’t planning to spoil that. We lived in different places and different situations. I just tried to shake off any feelings that popped up and go on about my simple, uncomplicated life.
Now, as I drove up the highway, it was the icy, grey winter months after the holiday, and I was heading up the highway to see Kay. She’d called me with two requests. One was if I could help her move a new recliner up to her apartment, and the other was to see if I could help her with her car. She said it was “sluggish” starting, so it was probably the battery, and in these months that could mean getting stuck where she parked.
When I got there, she started up her car for me, and it definitely sounded like the battery was on its last legs, so we headed over to the nearest car parts store and got a new one. I quickly got it installed as the day grew colder, and then I followed her in my truck and we picked up the recliner to take back to her apartment.
After a bit of work, the recliner was in her cozy little living room. We spent a little time chit chatting and catching up, then ordered Chinese food. We ended up watching a movie and making fun of the dialogue as the evening wore on. By the time I thought it might be time to head back home, Kay mentioned it was raining outside and the temperature was dropping. We were in for a freeze, which wasn’t uncommon for this time of year.
“Just stay the night on the couch and wait for the roads to thaw,” Kay suggested.
“Okay, let me call my neighbors and ask them to make sure the horses are bedded down for the night. I have my gym bag in the truck, and everything is clean so I should have something to sleep in,” I answered back
“Good. Then take a shower. You stink.” Kay laughed as she held her nose, and then crossed the room and bent down to the floor heater. “I’m going to turn up the heater a bit. It’s getting chilly in here.”
I called my neighbors as I walked through the chilly drizzle and let them know what was going on. They informed me that they saw the storm rolling in and went ahead and closed up the horse stalls for the night, blanketed the horses, and made sure the hay and feed were fresh. I thanked them profusely. I was damp and shivering a bit when I returned to Kay’s apartment.
Kay let me know that she put a fresh towel in the bathroom, and settled down in her new recliner to read a book and listen to music with her earbuds in. I headed into her tiny bathroom and showered off. When I came out, I was in long gym shorts and a fresh T-shirt. Kay put down her book and took out her earbuds before saying that she hoped I left her some hot water and went in to take a shower of her own.
When she came out, we popped a couple of beers and chit chatted some more. She was dressed in a loose T-shirt and athletic shorts of her own. I caught myself looking at her legs and willing my eyes to quickly get back to making eye contact with her. “Too late,” I told myself as I noticed the coy smile she wore. She had caught me checking her out. Surprisingly, she didn’t crack a joke or even mention it.
As the night wore on, I absentmindedly pulled a blanket over my legs. Kay went to her bedroom and pulled a robe on. However, a little while we both got chills as the temperature continued to drop outside.
“It’s getting really cold in here,” I said.
“It is. The heater usually works better than this,” Kay answered back as she stood up and crossed the room. “Uh-oh,” she said as held her hand near the heater. “I don’t think it’s working.”
I crossed the room and held my hand to the heater and I found it as cold as ice. “You’re gonna have to call your landlord in the morning.”
“Yep. You’re going to freeze if you sleep in here tonight,” Kay said as she re-crossed the room and entered her bedroom. She checked the floor heater in her room. “The one in here is working just fine. Just sleep in here tonight.”
I kept my face stoic and nodded. “Thanks. I’ll try not to snore.”
“Better not, or I’ll kick you straight to the curb,” Kay laughed
I pushed all the little fantasies down that tried to come to mind out of my head. “C’mon, David, you’ve slept by her before. This isn’t any different. Nothing has changed,” I told myself. After a few minutes, I started to believe myself.
We puttered around the house a bit more tidying up, then brushed our teeth and settled into bed. Kay threw on some random movie on the TV in her room and we watched it for a bit in the dark as we got tired. After a while, I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I rolled onto my side, told her goodnight and started to drift off to sleep. As I drifted off, I heard Kay sit up, rustle around with something, turn off the movie and settle down to sleep.
I slept fine for a few hours. Kay was a silent sleeper, for the most part. I half woke up a little while later when Kay shifted a bit, and her arm suddenly rested on my side. She had done this when we slept by each other in the past. Her arm was warm, and I noticed how comfortable it felt to feel it against me.
Just as I started to drift back to sleep, she moved her arm and it slid down to the outside of my thigh over my shorts. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then she began sliding her fingers up and down in a bit of an intimate way.
“She’s asleep,” I told myself. I kept myself still, just enjoying the sensation of her touching me. I was almost wide awake now. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get back to sleep any time soon. I was, however, slightly mesmerized by the feeling of her hand. It kept moving up and down my leg, just a little bit. I could feel her breathing beside me at almost the same pace.
This went on for a minute or two, and then I felt her shift again, just slightly. Her hand stopped briefly at its lowest position on my leg. Then I felt her fingers slowly grip the cloth of my shorts just a little bit and start to pull it up toward her hand. She was up to something, and my body was suddenly very alert to every movement she made with her hand.
Her hand moved a little further down, and her fingers were suddenly against the skin of my leg. Her fingers were soft, and her touch was so light at first. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, and then I felt her put just a little pressure, as if testing the muscles in my legs. Then her fingers moved slowly upwards into my shorts, and beneath my boxers.
“She’s not asleep,” I said to myself in my head, stating the obvious to my mind which was now racing. “Where is she going with this?” I asked myself. If she was, indeed, fully aware of her actions, she was crossing the normal boundaries of our friendship. Something she’d never even hinted at doing. My heart began beating faster, and I struggled not to breathe harder. I suddenly really wanted her to cross those boundaries.
I was really enjoying the sensation of her fingers as they moved, slowly stroking just my leg with her fingertips. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen. After a minute or so more she shifted again and she pressed her body against my back. I almost gasped at the sensation. I could feel her skin where my shirt had come up a bit. My arm, which I held against my side, felt more flesh as she moved, and I was sure her breast brushed against it. She had removed her shirt at some point, and she was topless.
As soon as she was settled, her hand moved further up my leg, under my boxers to my hip. I felt her hand rest against the bone of my hip and she resumed moving her fingers back and forth, this time toward my groin, but not all the way. I was breathing heavier now as the blood rushed through my body. I couldn’t help but respond to her touch.
I moved the arm that was resting at my side and placed it on Kay’s leg. She paused the motion with her hand and made a “nuh-uh” sound. Point taken. I figured she wasn’t ready for anything reciprocating. I also knew from our friendship that Kay enjoyed a bit of control in almost every situation. Either way, I wasn’t going to push things, and just let the moment happen.
After a moment her motions continued, and I just drank in the sensations and the bit of excitement I was feeling. Back and forth her fingers moved, again with the rhythm of her breathing. I noticed her fingers seemed to be moving further inward away from my hip. There was a feeling of suspense in my body.
Her fingers were now almost at the base of my shaft. The teasing she was doing was intense. I could feel my breathing getting harder and my breaths outward were audible now.
“You’ve shaved it,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence
“Yes,” I managed. “It’s a habit I’ve had for a while.”
“I like it,” she said. I could tell she was smiling when she said it. “Your skin is so smooth.”
“I like the feeling of skin touching skin,” I answered back.
With that, I felt her shift again and a bit away from me. The hand she had nearly between my legs didn’t leave my body and her other arm gripped the bottom of my shirt and moved it up my back and toward the back of my head. I fumbled an arm upward and behind me, and managed to work my shirt off and place it in front of me before moving my arms back to their previous positions.
Kay moved again, and now I felt her topless body lightly against my back. Her body temperature was very warm, and I reveled at the feeling of her breasts gently pressing against the center of my back. As she made herself comfortable, I could feel exactly the spots on my back where her nipples met my flesh. She moved a little and let her breasts rub against my back, probably enjoying my reaction and the noises that escaped.
After a few moments of that, she tightly pressed against me and I felt her lips and her warm breath against the upper part of my back. She moved her lips around my back gently, and I felt the tip of her tongue taste my skin. She gave me a little bite, and I let an “mmm” noise out before she resumed moving her lips against my skin.
She moved her head back away from me and she moved her hand. I felt her fingers slide around my balls so she was holding them gently. She hooked her thumb over the bottom of my now very hard shaft. I let out a big breath with a whispered “Oh.” She slowly rocked her fingers with the same steady rhythm she had earlier, cupping and gently squeezing me in her hand.
“I’ve wanted to see what you feel like for a very long time,” she confessed. “It feels good.”
Before I could respond, I felt her hand slip down below my scrotum, and her nail gently grazed me. I couldn’t help myself and moved my leg to give her better access to that sensitive location. She rubbed a little harder with middle and index fingers. The feeling was glorious. Her lips resumed their spot on my back, and I felt her tongue flicking against me. I’d never considered a moment like this with Kay, but now that it was here, it felt so good and so right.
She continued for a moment and then her hands slowly released me and moved up my shaft to the head. “God,” I mumbled as her fingers teased my frenulum and delicately explored the opening at my tip. Her explorations felt amazing, and in the back of my head I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have Kay’s hand on my cock.
Kay’s tongue was still teasing my back, and then she bit me lightly again, I felt her lips explore just a little more, and then I felt her teeth again. As she slowly and gently bit, her hand wrapped the head and shaft of my cock, and she began to slowly stroke me. I moved my hand just enough so I could lower my shorts and boxers to my knees beneath the covers.
“You’re so hard right now. Like, really hard!” she whispered.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I was so focused on the feeling of her pressed against me as she gently stroked me. I felt amazing.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” she continued. “I had a hard time not doing it the last time we were in bed together. Something about you lately has really made me want this. Maybe it’s because I live in the city now and you don’t.”
Her stroking sped up just a bit, and so did my breathing.
“I took my shirt off when you rolled over to go to sleep. I almost shook you awake, but it was a turn on to be shirtless with you not knowing,” she whispered.
I had to admit, it was kind of exciting to think that she had been right there, exposed, and I had no idea she’d discarded her shirt. I also had no idea what she was planning. It was also exciting thinking about her, and wondering what she looked like underneath her clothes based on the feel of her body alone. I was tempted to try and look, but I was pinned with her arm over my body and her hand stroking me, and I didn’t want the feeling to be interrupted.
“I’m going to make you cum. I don’t know what you look like completely naked, and you don’t know what I look like, and that’s so wild.”
“Oh my God, Kay. Don’t stop.”
She let out a little giggle, enjoying my complete surrender, and sped up stroking my dick. I relished the feeling of her thumb rubbing over the ridge of the head, and her fingers teasing my frenulum. She was stroking faster, but she was holding back her speed. She wanted to prolong the pleasure a while longer. The feeling was intense and I could feel the muscles between my legs beginning to tighten, signalling the upcoming and inevitable release.
She continued and my body began to writhe a bit beside her. I struggled to find a way to feel more of her against me. I felt her other arm move, and suddenly her nails and the tips of her fingers were moving up against the back of my leg and then inward as she reached my buttocks. I moaned as she moved.
She answered my moan. She began stroking faster with sudden purpose. Up and down, up and down, faster with determination. She squeezed her other hand, digging her fingers into the flesh of my leg and my ass. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return.
“I’m close,” I warned, as I fumbled for my discarded T-shirt. As I grasped it, she moved a little faster. She stroked without hesitation. My breathing came in short gasps. I suddenly felt pleasure welling from my balls. I pulled the T-shirt over my shaft and her hand and she moved slightly faster. The pleasure I felt burst through my body and I felt spasms as my cock released bursts of cum over her stroking hand, which never slowed throughout my orgasm. I moaned as the sensations echoed through my body. As my body relaxed, her stroking slowed but didn’t stop, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. As I finally sighed, her stroking slowed to a stop. She gripped the T-shirt that I held to catch my cum and quickly dried her hand.
I lay there for a couple of minutes in quiet satisfaction. Kay moved her hand and rolled a bit, so I pulled up my clothes, made sure I was clean, and lightly tossed the shirt from the bed to the gym bag that I had I laid near the bed. I slowly rolled over toward Kay, smiling. In the dim light of the room, I could see that she was lying on her back with the covers up to her neck. I turned and rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom to finish cleaning myself off.
When I returned, I found Kay, still lying on her back, but her knees were up under the covers. I had an idea as to what she was doing, so I crossed the room over to her, and dropped to my own knees by the bed, so my face was near her neck. In the light I could see that her eyes were half closed, and she had a somewhat serious look on her face. I worried for a moment she maybe she was regretting what had happened and then I saw that her arm was moving slightly, and the bed was rocking ever so slightly, betraying her actions.
My eyebrows rose just a bit, and I’m unsure if it was visible in the light, or if she even saw them with her half closed eyes. Knowing that she had turned down my touch when she had her hands on me, I carefully lifted the arm that was closest to her face. I lightly touched her shoulder and gently ran my fingers up to her neck. She didn’t protest, instead inhaling a breath sharply.
Her skin was so smooth, and so warm. I just continued touching her neck, gently exploring the contours, and feeling her breath and her pulse beneath my fingers. Her motions with her hand continued, and her eyes stayed half closed.
I ran my other hand up the side of the bed and under the comforter slowly, so she knew it was coming up toward her. As I came in contact with her side, I slowed my motion. I moved up her side until my hand was gliding over her stomach. As I moved my fingers over her stomach, my thumb grazed the underside of her breast. She made a small gasp, and the motions of her hand moved slightly faster.
I didn’t change my pace or my motions right away. I just used my fingers to pet her warm flesh while I moved my thumb gently against her breast. I felt excitement radiating from her, and also from myself as I explored little parts of her I’d never touched before.
I continued this for a bit, and then I took a bit of a risk. I moved my lips to her shoulder, and mimicked her movements on me from earlier as I leaned in and traced a path from her shoulder to her neck. She made slight noises of pleasure. I slowly moved the hand on her stomach across her body, turning my hands and using my fingers to cup the underside of her other breast. I massaged it gently for a moment, and she shifted her body just slightly as if making sure I could hold more of her soft breast in her hand.
As I committed the feeling of her in my hand, I decided to push just a little further. I moved my fingers upward on her till I felt the texture of her skin change to tell me I had found the circle of flesh around her nipple. I moved a little more until I found my goal. It was like a firm little gumdrop candy. I slid my index and middle finger so one finger was on either side. I applied a little pressure in a sort of a pinch and in that same moment I nibbled at the soft skin of her neck.
“Oh, Jesus!” she said, and her legs fell even more open as she continued to stroke herself. I repeated the sequence a couple more times, listening to her breathing becoming harder. I leaned my head against her shoulder, and moved my hand from her chest and down over her abdomen. I lingered just a bit as I reached her belly button, and then continued moving my hand till I found the waistband of her underwear.
She had removed her shorts, but kept the panties on. I felt along the rigid hem, noting the difference of texture between it and the cotton that separated my fingers from her skin. My legs shook involuntarily for a moment as I could feel her wrist and hand just inches away, slowly circling between her legs beneath the fabric.
I continued my trek downward over her hip till I found her inner thigh. She made more sounds of pleasure, and I gripped her leg with a little more force, enjoying the flexing and relaxing of her leg muscles. I leaned into her neck for one little peck on her neck and then I began moving my hand up in between her legs until I once again felt the hem of her panties. It was warmer here, and I could feel her fingertips and knuckles occasionally brush against mine through the fabric.
With one delicate motion I moved a finger so it went beneath the soft fabric of her panties, and my fingers found the first, soft fold of flesh I was seeking. It rubbed against my fingers as she rubbed herself just a hair’s width away. She too was shaved. My touching her set off a string of motions in her body and more little noises from her throat.
I moved my hand over hers, mimicking the circular motions of her fingers. I could feel a bit of wetness begin to work its way onto my fingers. As soon as I had the pace just right, she drew back her hand and let me continue on my own. Her pussy felt amazing beneath my fingers. The folds of flesh and the lips were hot and slick with wetness. She was far along in her arousal, and I could feel a bump as my middle finger glided around and over her sensitive and aroused clit. She began to pant heavily, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was over the edge. I kept my pace consistent but slightly changed the motions of my fingers as I attempted to add random sensations to her pleasure.
After about two minutes, she began pushing her pelvis up toward my hand and making ragged breaths. She was about to cum. I continued my motions as she moved but drew back, so I could run my free hand up the covers to touch her neck and cradle her chin.
“Oh God!” she cried. “Oh God, yes!”
I took that as my cue. I moved my hand downward until I found the top of her breast and leaned over her neck with my mouth, kissing and nibbling at her throat.
“I’m so close!” she said. I kept the same motions up and then her body started to react strongly as she started to reach climax. I changed motions from the simple circular to a more downward motion, rubbing so my fingers glided around her clit until both the joints of my fingers and the palm of my hand were rubbing against it.
She began to utter wordless sounds as the orgasm hit her, and I suddenly moved my fingers swiftly and plunged my finger as deep as I could inside her while still keeping a gentle rhythm with my palm against her clit. My finger explored the wet and the soft until I found what I was looking for. My finger brushed up against a rigid bump inside her and I began curling my finger with a steady “come here” motion.
“Holy fuck! Holy, holy fuck!” Kay yelled out.
I kept moving as she writhed beneath me and her wetness bathed my hand. After it seemed like she would never stop, her body began to relax, so I slowed my motions and released the pressure I held against her. I carefully slid my fingers out of her. I removed my other hand from her breasts and kissed her neck a little more. I continued to slow my motions until her breathing returned to normal and then slowly slid my hand away from her until it returned to her stomach.
“That was crazy good, David. What a goddamn night.”
“Yes,” was all I could say.
I stood up, and Kay sat up, clutching the covers to her body. I could see her smile as our eyes locked for a moment. I knew I was smiling just as much. Her eyes moved down my body till she saw the bulge in my shorts.
“Again? Already?” She laughed.
“I can’t help it. This has been a really hot night with you,” I replied.
“Hah! Are we just gonna stay here and take turns cumming till breakfast?” she asked.
“Breakfast, brunch, lunch, we could just stay in here till we’re hungry.”
Kay locked eyes with me again, stuck the tip of her tongue out, slowly licked her top lip, and began to lower the covers she held over her body.
