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Story title : How I Spent My Summer Vacation
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How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock -
Part 3 (FF, rom, exh, anal, college)
by Rogue Writer (roguewriter@hotmail.com)
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QUICKIE DISCLAIMER - Look up. Don't like it, don't read
it.
VERY IMPORTANT! READ THIS FIRST! - When we last left
our heroine Carol, she was walking into the bathroom
where Kim might have already committed suicide. I only
mention it because someone told me the start of this
part might confuse some readers. So don't be confused.
(P.S. - notice the chapter title!)
CHAPTER 11: THE WAY WE WERE
I woke up that morning thanks to the sun blasting
through the window. That was odd because usually I
close the drapes before I go to bed. My eyes opened
before my brain could communicate what a horrible idea
that truly was. It felt like someone stuck hot pokers
into my sockets and they burrowed into the back of my
brain. My hand reached out, took a pen from my
nightstand and threw it at nature's invading force. The
pen might be mightier than the sword, but unfortunately
it can't do shit against sunlight. When my hand landed
back on the bed it touched skin.
Not my skin.
My eyes flew open and my head popped up to see a mess
of blonde hair on the pillow next to mine. There was
the quickest moment of uncertainty. Oh yeah, the club
last night. The girl determined to get the DJ to play
KMFDM. Katie. No, Kelly. Kerrie. Kim, that's it. It
surprised me that I'd forgotten, but then I remembered
how much I drank. More than I ever had before. I was
never a big drinker, and always prevented myself from
going overboard by bringing only twenty dollars with me
whenever I went to a bar or a club.
But this Kim kept buying us rounds. I had one of those
hangovers where part of you is still a little drunk.
Yet it didn't hurt so much looking at that mess of
blonde hair, the emotions from last night coming back.
That excitement you feel when meeting someone new, the
electricity in the air when you realize you're not the
only one feeling the attraction, the anticipation of
that first kiss.
That first kiss happened in the parking lot. The club
was closing and I told Kim I'd walk her to her car. We
exchanged numbers and arrived at that awkward moment
when you either both say goodnight and walk off or you
take a chance. As usual, the little war in my head
between the two sides was fighting a battle. The
rational side was telling me to walk away because it
was too soon for a kiss, while the naughty side said to
go for it for obvious reasons.
"Having a hard time there?" Kim asked.
"Um, what?"
"I can see it on your face," she said. "You can't
decide what to do right now, can you?"
Oh shit, I thought. Was I that obvious? Have I always
been that obvious? Has everyone always been able to see
my indecision? Or does this girl have some kind of
psychic ability? That would suck, dating a psychic. How
could you plan any surprises? Or lie to her when she
asks if you were checking out another girl? Hell, she
wouldn't even have to ask, she'd already know. That
would really suck. And why the hell was I rambling on
in my head like this?
"Uh." I said. While that may sound like part of some
brilliant strategy to stall for time to think, it was
really because I was drunk, embarrassed, caught off
guard and scared. Not an ideal combination. I managed
to save myself somewhat by looking down at the ground
and saying, "yeah, I think so."
Kim burst out in laughter. I stood there feeling self-
conscious. When she finished laughing, Kim looked up at
me and said, "Tell you what, I'll decide for you." And
with that she put her hand on my cheek, leaned in and
kissed me. It was a light kiss, using just lips at
first, but soon our tongues wanted to play and we let
them have at it. I put my arms around her and held her
tight, pinning her upper arms to her body. Kim managed
to put her hands on my waist. She started sucking on my
tongue, and I loosened my grip on her upper body. My
hands slid down to her ass and squeezed her jean-
covered cheeks, making her moan in my mouth. We slowly
broke the kiss, and for a moment just stood staring at
each other.
"Ahem."
We were both so preoccupied we didn't notice we had an
audience. A car had pulled up beside us and my roommate
was sitting in the passenger seat. "Sorry to interrupt,
but I've got to work in the morning. We need to get
going."
I was going to say I'd be there in just a minute, but
suddenly I heard, "I'll take her home." I turned and
Kim was smiling. "If that's okay?"
Before the car took off my roommate smiled and said,
"Good luck."
A little while later I was depending on that good luck.
Kim was racing down the road with the top down and the
music blasting. At first I was excited because I'd
never been in a convertible before. But when Kim
started making the engine perform like what it was made
for, I suddenly realized how open and vulnerable a
convertible made you. My body cowered down in the seat
a little and I braced my left hand against the
dashboard while my right held tight onto the door. Kim
laughed at my reaction. I was positive she was well
above the legal limit, both in alcohol and speed. All I
kept thinking was seat belts or not, if she crashes we
are so dead.
I knew we were at my place when Kim said "You can open
your eyes now." I did and actually breathed a sigh of
relief. "So how was your first ride in a convertible?"
she asked.
With a cracked voice I said, "I'll never forget it."
Kim laughed again. "You are so cute when you're freaked
out."
We went up to my apartment and sat on the couch. I
turned on a local radio station and kept it low even
though my roommate's bedroom was on the other side of
the apartment, and then I went to the kitchen to get us
something to drink. When I came back Kim had taken off
her shoes and was sitting with her back against the arm
of the couch, so I took up the same position on the
other side. She brought her knees to her chest and her
feet were facing me.
While we sat there and talked I took in her beautiful
face, the cute button nose and those piercing blue
eyes. But my attention kept getting drawn down to those
beautiful feet. They were perfectly formed, with toes
that were thin but still had a good shape to them. At
first I thought her toenails didn't have any polish,
but then I noticed they were coated with a clear gloss.
I can usually manage to check out a girl's feet and not
get caught, but my eyes couldn't resist the toe ring on
her left index toe. It wasn't one of those thin toe
rings that you have to give a second glance just to see
if it's there, this was a thick one that screamed 'Look
at me!'
While I was never big into body jewelry, foot jewelry
always gained a little extra stare from me, and that
combined with feet as beautiful as Kim's had me working
hard not to be obvious. But it became hopeless when she
pulled up the legs of her jeans to get more comfortable
and exposed the gold chain around her right ankle. I
kept up the conversation, but a couple of minutes later
Kim interrupted me, asking, "What are you looking at?"
"I was just noticing your jewelry there," I said,
hoping to cover.
"Noticing? You were pretty much speaking to them
instead of me."
"Sorry," I said, "they're just nicer than other one's
I've seen." It was a lie, but I had to try something.
Kim's eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "You have a
foot thing, don't you?"
That's it- she was psychic. The girl could read me like
an open book. At that point I was convinced this was
going nowhere. She had noticed every weakness and
strange behavior I have. Figuring I may as well own up
to this one too, I swallowed hard and said "Kinda."
"What do you like to do to them?" she asked.
That caught me off guard. "I, I've never really done
too much before."
Kim looked at me for a second with this grin on her
face. Then she lifted her left foot and extended it
towards me. "Go ahead," she said. It felt strange and
exciting all at once. Strange because I couldn't
believe this girl who I just met was indulging me with
one of my fantasies. Exciting because I never really
had the guts to try anything with a girl's foot before
and now I had permission. I cupped the bottom of her
foot with my right hand so she didn't have to hold it
up. With my left hand I started stroking up and down,
my fingers along the arch and my thumb on the bottom. I
used some pressure with the thumb so as not to tickle
her.
I was a little hesitant to use my mouth, but when I
looked at the toe ring my embarrassment was overcome by
desire, so I opened my mouth and leaned down. Capturing
her big and index toes, I sucked lightly at first and
slid my tongue left to right under them. I heard a soft
moan from Kim, so I gradually increased the pressure.
Looking at her feet when we were talking I thought I
was as turned on as I could be, but this brought it to
a whole other level. I could feel myself starting to
get wet. The sensations of the toe ring against my
mouth added something as well, reminding me that I was
only admiring it minutes ago and now I had it in my
mouth.
I looked at Kim to see if this was freaking her out,
but she had a thrilled look in her eyes and a smile on
her face. My mouth let go of her first two toes and I
started sucking on the last three. This time I started
moving my head up and down a little.
"Mmmmmmm," was Kim's vocal response. I let my lips roll
over the toes as I pulled away. Holding up her foot a
little higher I extended my tongue and licked the
bottom, just at the base of the toes first, then in
little sections going down towards the heel. The first
time I tickled her she laughed and yanked her foot
away. I was afraid that she was going to stop it there,
but she just said, "You can't stop making me laugh
tonight," and put her foot back in my hand. As I
continued licking I realized what she said was true. I
was worried because Kim was seeing all the things I was
self-conscious about, but she had been laughing at
them. And not a malicious laugh, but a sweet one that
made me realize she saw those things as endearing.
When I got to the heel of her foot I looked up at Kim.
She took her foot back and put it on the couch. I was
about to say thanks when she picked up the other one
and extended it towards me. "Can't let this one feel
left out, can we?" I liked this girl.
I took her right foot in my hands and decided to do
something different. I started by using my tongue to
lick each toe individually, front, back and around the
sides. Kim occasionally flexed and curled her toes as I
did this. I looked up and saw that she was leaning
back, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her hands
playing with her breasts through her top. I took this
to mean she was enjoying my treatment and gave myself a
mental pat on the back.
"I have never seen someone get off on feet like you
do," Kim said. That made me think about how turned on I
was at the moment, how wet I was. I decided to be bold
and do something about it. My right hand went to my
skirt and pulled it back a little. Reaching underneath,
I felt the wet spot against my panties and got an
electric jolt when I pressed against them. I started
rubbing the area and gave a little moan as I got off on
the dual sensations of licking a girl's toes and
playing with myself.
Suddenly I felt something on my hand. It was Kim's left
foot. I looked up and saw she had opened her eyes and
was propped up with her elbows behind the couch arm.
"Why don't you let me do that," she said. I smiled and
moved my hand away, letting her foot take over.
"Mmmm," escaped my lips as I felt her toes press
against my pussy. She used the ball of her foot a
little too. I sucked on the side of her instep, going
up and down with my mouth. Kim told me to stop for a
moment and pulled her foot from between my legs. Using
both arms she pulled her top over her head and tossed
it on my coffee table. Her exposed breasts gave me
another jolt of excitement, but I would have to wait to
get at them. We went back to our little three-way
pleasure pyramid.
Kim was getting pleasure by playing with her breasts, I
was getting wetter and wetter with her foot job, and I
know we were both getting something from my sucking her
foot. I took to licking her ankle, my tongue going over
the skin and anklet at the same time. I'm not sure how
long we continued on, just that I could feel my orgasm
building, ironically enough, from my toes. I started
sucking hers when I was about to go over the edge. Kim
was using her big toe, curling it up and down against
my lips. As I came I moaned with her toes in my mouth.
When I was finished, Kim lay back on the couch and
motioned me to join her. We held each other in this
serene, quiet moment where I could feel my heart
pumping in my chest.
"That was so weird and so wild at the same time," Kim
said, echoing my earlier thoughts.
We cuddled for a while as Kim stroked my hair. Looking
into those eyes of hers I felt like they were staring
right into my soul. I leaned in and lightly kissed her
on the lips, keeping my mouth right next to hers
afterwards. We stayed in that position for a moment and
I realized that all my fear was gone, drowned in this
moment of bliss. And I knew it was because of Kim.
Something about this girl quieted the war inside my
head. I leaned in again and this time kissed her with
more feeling, more passion.
Our open mouths danced together as my tongue felt the
warm softness of hers. We tightened our embrace, our
mouths let go and we showered each other with little
kisses. I tasted the slightly bitter tang of dried
saliva on skin. It was like an aphrodisiac that made me
even more abandoned as my tongue went in after hers
again. My hand went down to find her bare breast and
squeezed it, making her moan in appreciation. I pulled
away from Kim and with fire in my voice I said, "Let's
go to my bedroom."
When we got in there we started kissing again as I
guided Kim towards the bed. We fell onto it as our kiss
continued, she managed to undo the strings for my top
and pulled it off without breaking our bond. Her
fingers danced on my globes, driving my already escaped
naughty side crazy. I pulled away and told her to stay
there as I went into one of my drawers and came out
with a scarf. I climbed on top of Kim and told her to
trust me as I took her hands and tied them up. I
brought her hands over her head and tied the other end
to the bed frame.
For a brief second I felt trepidation, but all I had to
do was look at Kim and it went away. My mouth started
with her neck and made its way down to her breasts. I
licked the valley between them, and then gave light
kisses all over each of her tits. The last kiss I gave
was on her right nipple, which I sucked between my lips
as my other hand fondled her left breast. I had only
done this a few times before, but I was getting high
off of being able to touch and lick someone else's
skin.
It was while I was doing this that I got my first
exposure to Kim's sweet talk during sex. "Oooohhh fuck.
Suck my goddammed tit. Suck it harder. Shit. Fuck." I
sucked harder, and then gave a little nibble with my
teeth before moving over to her left breast. I licked
all around the areole before zeroing in on her nipple
by flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Kim
started pulling on the scarf as her mouth spewed more
obscenities. I went down to her tummy and licked her
shallow belly button while my hands clumsily worked on
undoing the button of her jeans. When I finally got it
open I slid down the zipper and pulled them off,
revealing a pair of yellow panties.
I leaned down and buried my nose in them, inhaling her
sweet scent. Sticking out my tongue I flicked it
against the material that was denying her the pleasure
I had to offer. Kim gasped at the action, so I did it
again and again, trying to see how long I could torture
her before she freaked out. I used my nose between
licks to rub around where her clit hood would be. Even
though her eyes were closed I could see the frustration
in her face, I had tied her hands well so she couldn't
undo the knot herself. Finally she broke. "Fucking stop
it!" she screamed.
"Okay," I said, and sat up from between her legs.
"No! Wait! I meant stop teasing me!"
"I did." I said it with a smile on my face.
Her eyes flew open and she looked at me with a 'Don't
give me that shit' look. "You know what I mean!" For a
second I thought I'd really pissed her off, but there
was half a smile on her face after she said it. I slid
my hands up along her legs until I got under the sides
of her panties, grabbed them and slowly slid them down.
Kim pulled up her feet to help get them off, but before
she put her feet down again I gave a quick lick on the
bottom of her right foot. Kim let out a quick laugh
from the tickle. "Stop it!" she yelled, then slapped me
in the face with her foot.
"Ow!" I rubbed the side of my face. It was a mild hit
but it still hurt.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Kim started to rise and forgot
her bonds. "I just-," She fell back onto the bed and
got frustrated. "I didn't-," she tried to pull out of
the scarf, but got frustrated and gave up. "Dammit! I
want to hug you but I can't get up!"
I chuckled at her predicament. Kim brought up her legs
and wrapped them around my waist in a pseudo-hug.
"There," she said, "you feel better?" We both erupted
in laughter that lasted for several minutes. When it
died down she asked, "Seriously, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. They breed us farm girls tough down in
Kentucky."
"Well if that's the case, and it's not too much
trouble, I'd like to have my pussy eaten sometime
before the sun comes up."
"Ah'd be happy to oblige, young lady," I said. My hands
took Kim's legs from around my waist and held them up
so I could give small, light kisses down each one.
Don't ask me why I didn't notice her pussy was shaved
until I was right on top of it. I'd seen shaved pussies
in the locker room back in high school, but this was
the first time I was going to lick one. I started by
continuing my light kiss treatment on her mound, which
caused a deep sigh from Kim.
My tongue came out and ran over her bare mons using
long, slow licks, and then my hands spread her open.
Before I did anything else I brought my nose right up
to Kim's open flower and inhaled her scent. I did that,
I thought to myself, I was the cause of a series of
events in her body that resulted in what I was smelling
right now. The thought of that simply amazed me. Of
course, all that thinking meant I'd stopped acting.
"Hey," Kim said, "are you torturing me again?"
I smiled. "No, just being a nerd." Before Kim had a
chance to respond to that I pressed my lips right up to
her pussy and gave it a kiss. Kim moaned and I started
licking. She squirmed and started her ode to my
abilities. "Fuck! Uh! Eat me. Eat my fucking cunt.
Shit! Fuck yeah! Fuck!" I couldn't believe the mouth on
this girl. I knew truck drivers who didn't swear this
much. Really.
I sucked on her inner lips and savored the taste I had
a hand (and tongue) in causing. Then I slowly slid my
tongue inside of her. I loved that warm feeling, the
contractions of her walls on my flesh, the sensations
of softness and moisture. I moved my tongue in and out
a few times before removing it completely and replacing
it with my index finger. Kim gave a long, slow moan as
I carefully moved my finger inside of her. I started
lapping and sucking at the hood of her clit as my
finger moved steadily in and out.
Kim wasn't saying anything anymore, just moaning,
grunting and sighing. Her eyes were open and staring
down at me. I would occasionally look up and make eye
contact with her. Those looks we exchanged kept driving
me on, giving me more and more sexual energy. I started
going wild on Kim, eating her out with fury. In my few
past experiences I was slow and methodical when going
down on a girl because I was nervous and shy. But that
night my inhibitions were gone.
I had always wanted to lick a girl's feet and now I'd
done it. I'd always wanted to tie a girl down and I did
it without even pausing for thought. Suddenly I was
eating out Kim with a passion that was making up for
every thought I'd second-guessed, every desire I'd
buried, every opportunity I'd passed up.
Part of that passion was bringing her to the brink of
orgasm and then slowing her down. I'd bring her right
to where I thought she was going to cum and then I'd
stop moving my fingers and slow down my tongue or keep
it up with my fingers and stop my tongue completely. As
soon as I heard Kim's breathing slow down I'd start up
again. This went on until I finally judged wrong and
went too far. Kim let out a cry as I licked her clit
and she went over the edge.
I sat up and looked at her. Kim was breathing heavy and
there was some sweat on her brow. I realized I could
smell some sweat on myself as well. I leaned over her
and untied the scarf. As I did she lifted up and sucked
on my right nipple. I cooed. When I had her loose she
pulled me down on top of her and kissed me
passionately. After the kiss she looked into my eyes.
We didn't say another word as we both got under the
covers and hugged each other. I'm not sure which one of
us passed out first, meaning I probably did.
After the sun woke me up the next morning (it seemed to
have no effect on Kim) I got up and closed the drapes,
then got back into bed and passed out again. The next
thing I remember feeling was incredible pleasure.
Actually I can't say I would have used those words
then, because I was still asleep, but now I know how to
describe it. I just felt a warm, comfortable sensation
all over my body. I woke up slowly, my eyes fluttering
to rid them of sleep. There was a big lump under the
covers and the only thing on the pillow next to me was
a pair of legs bent at the knees, the feet I fell in
love with last night hovering in the air.
"What are you doing?" I sighed it more than said it.
The lump under the covers moved and said, "Waking you
up with sex. Isn't it the shit?" While Kim spoke I felt
her fingers playing where her tongue had just been.
"Yeah," I breathed.
Kim's tongue went back to work. It felt wonderful,
still half asleep and receiving this kind of attention.
If I didn't have such a hangover in my head it would
have been perfect, but it was still the best wake up
call I'd ever received. Kim stopped again and said,
"Sorry, I'm having a little trouble breathing here."
I grabbed the covers and tossed them off the end of the
bed, giving me a wonderful view of Kim's naked body.
She took in a deep breath and said "Thanks." She licked
my clit as her fingers played with my lips. I put my
hand on her ass and started stroking the cheeks. I felt
Kim's finger sliding down my slit, but she didn't stick
it inside. Instead she kept going down and I when she
went past my vagina I wondered what she was doing. She
started poking it around and I gasped when she found my
rosebud. Her finger started pressing on it and I
realized what she meant to do. My rational side spoke
up. "Um, what are you doing?"
"You've never played with that?"
"No," I said.
"Well," she said, "if you're not comfortable with it I
can stop."
I got stuck again. The thought of it intrigued me, but
something about it seemed wrong as well. Kim wasn't
looking at my face, but I'm sure the prolonged silence
was a giveaway.
"Can't decide again?" she asked with a slight
impatience in her voice.
"I want to but I don't."
"Tell you what, why not try it and if you decide you
don't like it then you know not to do it again."
Now why didn't I think of that? "Uh, yeah, that sounds
cool."
"And while you're at it," Kim moved her body so it was
over mine in a sixty-nine position. "Give yourself
something to do. Maybe that'll keep your mind off of
itself."
I smiled. One thing I did have experience with, thanks
to my roommate, was a sixty-nine. I loved the idea of
giving and receiving at the same time. My arms went
under her legs and over her back so my hands were on
her ass. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. The
thing I like to do most in a sixty-nine is mimic my
partner's actions, so when Kim licked top to bottom,
sucked on my lips or targeted my clit, I did the same
to her. Her finger pressed on my asshole, which is the
one thing I didn't want to do to her yet. She would
push a little, stop, push some more, stop again, slowly
stretching the area until she had half her finger in
there.
Soon we were both sucking on each other's clits. I
thought it would be cool if we were to cum at the same
time, but Kim's finger worked more into my asshole and
suddenly I felt a wave of pleasure erupt from that
area. All of a sudden I couldn't help myself and I was
cumming. My mouth came away from her pussy with a yell
and my legs stretched out into the air. After that I
remember making some kind of satisfied sound and Kim
asked, "Can I take that as a sign you liked it?"
I was still trying to catch my breath. "I'd say so."
My hands kept playing with Kim's pussy, keeping her
aroused while I recovered. Finally I put my tongue back
in action and targeted her clit. Kim's body started
moving wildly as she grunted every breath. "Uh, yeah!
Oh God! Uh! Goddammit! Whore! Fuck!" Somehow I imagined
everyone in Kim's hometown could tell me the date and
time of Kim's first sexual experience.
She came and dropped on top of my body. We lay like
that for a while, with our head at each other's feet,
until Kim worked up the energy to turn around and pull
the covers back up. We got cozy and laid there for a
while in each other's arms. All of a sudden I said,
"Thanks."
"For what?" she asked.
Honestly I wasn't quite sure myself. I thought about it
for a moment while she stroked my hair. "I don't know.
I just feel so comfortable around you. Like I don't
have to be on guard all the time."
Kim smiled and her eyes narrowed. "Why do you have to
be on guard all the time?"
I shrugged. It wasn't really something I wanted to get
into at that point, and she took the hint and let it
go. We kissed and cuddled for about half an hour more,
until Kim mentioned that she was hungry. My stomach was
growling too, so we got up and went to my kitchen.
"Crap," I said when I opened the fridge. "We don't have
much here."
"The hell you don't, you've got whipped cream and
chocolate syrup. Do you have ice cream?"
"Yeah."
"Great. Sundaes for breakfast."
While we made our special meal Kim asked how my face
was doing. I had forgotten about the incident with her
foot. I hammed it up and told her I'd know after I saw
a doctor. Then I really gave it to her when I said a
proper hug would have really helped.
"Well I couldn't get out of the scarf thanks to that
crazy Girl Scout knot you tied," she said as she
started laughing. "What did you learn that one for?"
"Dominatrix Badge," I said, and we both cracked up. It
was the kind of good feeling you get when you find
someone you really click with.
We took our sweet treats to the living room. Kim's top
was still on the coffee table and there was a note on
top of it, obviously from my roommate, saying "I know
I've seen this top on someone in the past 24 hours, but
I can't quite remember who it was. I'm sure you'll be
able to remind me later." My roommate was from
California, and sometimes her sense of humor escaped
me. She was also a gossip hound and the note made it
clear she wanted details. Kim had brought the whipped
cream can out to the living room and every few bites
she refreshed the supply in her dish.
"You can never have enough whipped cream," she said,
anticipating my wisecrack.
"I don't remember that one in nutrition class."
"They teach you nutrition in Kentucky?" she said with a
smile.
"Yeah, and they also taught us manners, like never call
a lady a whore."
A surprised look crossed her face. "Are you implying I
did that?" I nodded and she asked, "When?"
"In bed."
"Oh. I didn't necessarily call you a whore." Kim
noticed all my whipped cream was gone and shot some
into my bowl.
"Well I didn't see anyone else in the room, so unless
you were directing that comment at yourself, I think
you called me a whore."
"Well I'm sorry."
I nodded and said, "Okay." We sat there for a moment in
silence, eating ice cream. Then, without looking at
her, I quietly said, "Bitch."
"Slut."
"Douche bag."
"Cunt."
My eyebrows raised on that one. "Getting a little rough
there, aren't we?"
"What, poor little country girl can't take a harsh
word?"
"I just think it's a little offensive."
"No, it's very offensive, which is why I used it."
I shrugged my shoulders, said "Fine," and we went back
to eating ice cream. Suddenly she said, "Shit head."
"Wench."
"Doofus."
"Tampon breath." With that one we both burst out in
laughter.
CHAPTER 12: FUCK HAPPY ENDINGS
That laughter was still ringing in my head when I
walked through the doorway of the bathroom in Rio.
Kim was sitting naked in the tub. There was no water in
it. She was alive.
Her forehead was leaning against her knees and she was
sobbing quietly, unaware that I was standing there
watching her. I could feel the smile grow across my
face as a happiness spread throughout my body. It was
different from the joy I had with writing. More like
extreme relief. I reached over and turned off the CD
player. Kim looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy and
her face was a mix of surprise, anger and disgust.
"Hey whore," I said.
"Fuck off you fucking bitch!" she screamed.
There was so much hurt in her face. I'd never seen Kim
that vulnerable before. It was like seeing some
celebrity without makeup for the first time. There are
plenty of words you could use to describe Kim, but one
thing she has never been is weak. Yet here she was,
looking like you could knock her over with a feather.
And that was my fault. I felt like crying. Actually I
think I needed to cry, but I knew one of us had to hold
it together for this conversation. Finding her alive
was only half the battle, now I had to win her back.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said. Taking a deep breath,
I continued, "I was wrong, about a lot of things. I
will say in my defense that I wasn't working off all
the information. But I still made a lot of mistakes on
my own. I took this long, stupid, complicated road when
I should have just talked to you. Been more open with
you." I choked on that last part, and almost lost it
completely. But I held it back, took another deep
breath and gritted my teeth. "I'm just hoping that you
can forgive me for my mistakes and give me another
chance. Even though I probably don't deserve it."
"You don't deserve it! Now fuck off!"
I bit my lip. Most people might have taken that as the
final word and walked away. But I reminded myself that
this was Kim I was dealing with, and the fact that she
yelled something as opposed to taking the soap dish and
throwing it at me was a good sign. I tried to muster up
enough courage to say what I needed to.
"You remember the morning after we first met, and you
asked why I felt like I had to be on guard all the
time? I used to think it was because I was afraid of
letting go, of my naughty side taking control and doing
all these things I was afraid to do. But now I
understand what I was really on guard about. I was
afraid of how people who knew me were going to react
when they saw that side of me. I feel like everybody
sees Carol Hitchcock as this nerdy bookworm who is the
essence of normal. And I was so worried that if I let
loose I'd lose everything and never be able to get
myself back."
I took a deep breath and continued, "But with you it
was different. That first night you saw so many things
about me that no one had ever seen before and you
didn't judge me. Hell, you encouraged me."
Kim looked at me. There was still anger in her face.
"Go away!" she yelled, and then she put her head back
down on her knees. This wasn't working. My chest
started to feel tight. I couldn't have gone through all
this just to still lose her. My mind raced, trying to
think of something else to say, something to convince
her I truly understood that I'd made a mistake. I kept
drawing a blank. My breathing came in short, heavy
gasps. The longer it took me to think of something the
more tension I felt in the room, and it was almost as
if the physical distance between us was growing.
But then I stopped myself. I closed my eyes and forced
my mind to remain calm. I slowed down my breathing and
pushed my thoughts back to how I felt earlier when I
wrote. I kept myself in that state until something came
to me, something the tattoo guy had said to me earlier
that day. I opened my eyes and spoke.
"Kim, when we started dating I felt so comfortable with
you, and that made me feel comfortable with myself. But
I didn't really understand why that was. Normally I'd
have put more thought into it, analyzed it." That got a
snort from Kim. She always complained that I
complicated things with thought. "But I didn't, because
for once in my life I was just going with the flow. And
it felt good. So good that I didn't pay attention to
anything else, and that's when I got into trouble. All
of a sudden I lost that feeling you gave me. I blamed
you for it."
I took a deep breath, walked over to the tub and
kneeled down beside it. She didn't resist as I reached
out, cupping her chin and turning her face towards me.
Her eyes wouldn't look directly at me. "But I got that
feeling back, and I did it on my own this time. And
doing that made me realize how important you are to me.
Not just for who you are, but how you bring out
something in me that I didn't realize I was missing in
my life... happiness."
There was a long silence. Finally Kim looked up and her
eyes met mine. "I thought I was the worst thing that
ever happened to you."
"That was until I met the worst thing that ever
happened to you," I said.
Kim was about to say something when the look on her
face changed. "What the hell happened to your head?"
I reached up and touched it and flinched from the pain.
A bruise must have been forming. "The cavalry came to
its senses and realized it needed to come rescue you."
"From who?"
"From yourself."
Kim showed some teeth, but I wasn't sure it was a smile
until I heard her chuckle a little bit. "I hate to tell
you it was for nothing," she said, then sniffed and
wiped her nose with her hand. "All my talk about being
over the top and I couldn't even work up the guts to
turn on the water."
An hour later we were sitting in the kitchen, and I had
a bag of ice on my forehead. Kim looked a lot better
now, more in control - her old self. The smile on her
face was the same sweet smile that made me feel so
comfortable when I first met her. "I just want to say,"
she started, "that little speech you gave in the
bathroom was the sappiest piece of shit I've ever
heard. It's like you were channeling Meg Ryan or
something."
We laughed an infectious laugh that went on for a
while. As it died down my mind tripped over a thought
I'd had earlier, when Mrs. Ross first mentioned the
divorce. I hated to bring the conversation to serious
matters, but I had to know. "Your parents were never
coming on this trip, were they?"
Kim smile faded slowly. Her eyes looked at the floor.
"They gave me this trip to, quote, soothe my nerves
about the divorce, unquote. My little consolation
prize."
"And so you lied to me about this trip? Why didn't you
ever tell me about how fucked up they are?"
Kim sighed. "You had enough problems, I didn't want to
lay all of mine on you. I figured you'd think I was too
much trouble and leave me."
"But Jesus Kim, you've got the mom from hell! And I'm
guessing you're dad's not so great either. You could
have at least told me that, I would have been a lot
more understanding before now."
"I didn't want to expose you to them. My parents have
managed to fuck up every inch of my life, and you're
the best thing that's ever happened to me. I figured
the further away I kept you from them the better."
She was probably right, considering the offer I'd just
gotten from her mom. But I wasn't thinking about that
right then, since I felt the tears welling up in my
eyes as I stared at her. "What?" she asked.
"I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you?"
She shook her head. "You are such a fucking sap, you
know that?"
I took her hand in mine. "I'm so sorry," I said, and
then took a deep breath because I had plenty to
apologize for. "The way I've been treating you,
starting that argument, sleeping with someone who
robbed you." I swallowed. "For what you read in my
notebook."
Kim snickered, "Anything else?"
I grinned. "I'm not sorry about getting a tattoo
without you, because I don't even remember doing that."
She laughed, and for the first time in a long time I
felt the tension between us easing up. When she
finished, Kim turned serious and said, "You know what I
kept thinking when I was reading your notebook?" I
shook my head and Kim continued, "That it's your own
damn fault Carol. You complained to me about not having
enough time for school stuff, but I figured that was
the scared side of you making up excuses. If you sat me
down and had a serious talk I would have listened, and
I would have taken you seriously."
I sighed. She was right. I'd assumed how she would
react and it bit me in the ass, big time.
"You need to learn to speak up more," Kim said,
"especially with me. Be more open and shit. Tell me
what's on your mind, what problems you're having."
I arched my eyebrow. "So do you," I said. That reminded
me of something. "Speaking of which, your mom said
something about you having influence over where the
money goes in the divorce. What was that about?"
Kim frowned and sat there for a moment. I felt tension
from her again and realized I probably shouldn't have
brought it up. Her eyes were looking at the floor when
she said "I was like, sixteen when my mom came home
drunk one night. She and my dad had been at some party
and she was pissed off because of some woman that was
there. She thought my dad was cheating on her. Anyway,
she comes to my room and starts talking up a storm. I
didn't know if she was trying to bond with me or what,
but she..." Kim stuck her tongue in her cheek and let
out a soft sigh. I realized this wasn't easy for her,
so I squeezed her hand to let her know I was there for
her.
Kim continued, "She told me this had happened before,
when she and dad were in college and they were just
dating, she found out he was cheating on her. She
wanted to get back at him, but she wanted to keep him
too, so she.she." Kim swallowed hard and looked right
at me. "She stopped taking the Pill."
It took a moment for me to process what that meant.
Then it took a moment for my jaw to work its way back
up to the rest of my mouth. "Holy shit," was all I
could say.
There were tears in Kim's eyes, but she shrugged and
smiled. "Yeah," she said. "I went from being 'The Great
Mistake' to 'The Vicious Revenge'."
"So your father doesn't know?"
She shook her head. "Mom's afraid I'll tell him and his
lawyers will tear her a new one in court."
No wonder Mrs. Ross was willing to take a chance on
trying to bribe me. I sighed. "Well, that confirms it,"
I said. "I'm the worst judge of character in the
world."
Kim smiled. "Don't worry about it. She puts up an
awesome front."
We sat there for a moment in silence. Then I leaned
over and kissed Kim on the lips, pulled back and looked
into her eyes. "I love you," I said, "and I really mean
it this time. I know that doesn't exactly sound like a
happy ending line, but it's what I really feel."
She reached out and stroked my cheek. "Fuck happy
endings. This is good enough for me."
"That mean you can forgive me for being so stupid?" I
asked.
"I think stupidity runs in our relationship," she said.
We went upstairs and fell asleep on the bed.
CHAPTER 13: FROM HERE ON
When I woke up the sun was just setting. Kim was still
sleeping, and while I watched her a memory flooded back
into my head, causing a smile to grow on my face. We
had fallen asleep with me spooning behind her, so I
slipped out and laid Kim on her back. I spread her
legs, lay down between them and used my fingers to
spread her flower. With long, slow licks I worked on
her pussy, going from bottom to top. She made some
noises and moved a little, then she gasped and her eyes
fluttered open.
"Hey there," she said.
I kissed her clit hood and said, "Sorry, I got hungry."
She smiled. "Don't apologize, I'm always on the menu."
"Remember when you taught me this?"
Kim's brow furrowed for a moment, but then it relaxed
and she smiled. "Oh yeah," she said. Her whole face
took on this happy glow.
"Now that I've got you all worked up, I'm going to
torture you by starting at the beginning."
"Rotten bitch," she said.
I moved down to the end of the bed and started with
Kim's toes, running my tongue in-between them, sucking
each one into my mouth. I licked the bottom of her
foot, using my tongue to tease her ticklish spots. Then
I softly kissed the top of her arch, making my way
slowly to her ankle. Once there I sucked on both sides
of her anklebone, then used my tongue to trace around
each one. Kim moaned, so I kept it up for a while until
I started to move up her legs, running my tongue up the
inside of each where she is most sensitive.
I skipped over her pelvic area and licked a line from
her lower stomach, over her bellybutton, between her
breasts and up her chin until I dipped my tongue into
her mouth. I kept the kiss short and traced the edge of
her jaw with my tongue.
Her breasts were calling to me, so I licked her left
areole first, using my tongue to lather the area with
my saliva. Then I sucked it all up, along with her
nipple as well. Kim rewarded my efforts with a soft
moan. I felt her hands reach for my breasts, squeezing
the globes at first, and then pinching the nipples. I
kept up my sucking, occasionally flicking the tip of
her nipple with my tongue. I gave the same treatment to
the other nipple and finally proceeded to move between
my lover's legs.
My left hand spread open her folds and I slowly licked
over the whole area, which made Kim spread her legs so
wide that my left hand was suddenly free of it's duty.
I brought my mouth down onto her pussy and let my
tongue play around as my hands reached up for her
breasts. My tongue licked her treasure as my hands
softly squeezed her globes, but when I found her hole I
stuck my tongue in and pinched her nipples
simultaneously. This time my reward was a sharp cry of
ecstasy. I tongue fucked her for a while, then moved up
to her clit and sucked on it while my hands pinched her
nipples.
I continued my dual assault as I felt Kim's body begin
to shudder, her body jerking until she let out a high
pitched moan and I felt her come. Then I crawled up to
her face and kissed her. We shared her taste for a
minute before Kim broke the kiss.
"Still hungry?" Kim asked.
"Actually, I am. Turn over." Kim gave a questioning
look, but I just smiled and she complied. I decided to
teach her the little something new I'd learned from
Maria, just like she'd taught me something new the
first time she woke me up with sex. I licked her ass
cheeks all over and then gave a slow lick up her crack
without spreading her cheeks. That caused Kim to let
out a sharp breath. I used my hands to spread her
cheeks and gave another lick, this time right in her
valley. She moaned that time, so I did it again and got
the same response.
I looked at her rosebud for a moment before I did
anything more. I wasn't sure I'd like giving as well as
receiving, but I wanted to try. I stuck out my tongue
and started licking it. A slightly sour taste, but it
wasn't anything horrible. And for the reaction I got
from Kim it was well worth it. She said, "Oh my God,
Carol, oh my God." For all the times she caught me off
guard it was great to finally surprise her for once.
Kim cooed as I kept licking. I was getting off on it
myself, mostly for the fact that most people frown on
what I was doing. My naughty side whispered something
in my ear and I went with it. I stiffened my tongue and
started to poke at Kim's rosebud. She began to give out
sharp little cries each time I made contact with her
puckered hole. Suddenly I felt it give a little and the
tip of my tongue slipped inside, and that's when Kim
yelled. The truck driver in her came out again and she
spewed obscenities between gasps. I tried pushing in a
little more but it wouldn't go, so I came back out and
resumed licking.
"This is so fucking good," she said. I tried sticking
my tongue in there again, but I didn't get any farther
than the first time. Still, Kim went wild again and I
knew it was something we'd be working on over time.
Finally I gave her rosebud a little kiss like Maria did
with mine and I crawled up onto Kim's back.
"Like that?" I asked.
"Not as much as having a girlfriend who would think to
try it," she said. "You're a bad, bad girl."
I laughed as I slid off to her side. Our arms pulled
each other into a tight hug. I kissed Kim's shoulder
and held her tighter, feeling a spreading sense of
warmth and security in her embrace. I suddenly realized
I now knew what being in love felt like. No longer
would I ever say the word without understanding the
feelings that are behind it. I smiled at the thought of
my new knowledge.
We lay in each other's arms for a while, relaxing,
telling jokes and calling each other names. Soon we
were kissing and then she told me to lie on my back as
she began kissing the side of my neck. I held her head
there as long as possible because she knows this drives
me wild and I know she never spends enough time doing
it. Finally I let her move on, she used her tongue
along my shoulders and chest until she got to my
breasts.
Kim always started the place I like the most, the
sensitive skin under my breasts. Her tongue traced
along the undersides slowly until I begged her to touch
my aching nipples. She pinched them with her fingers at
first, teasing them until she let her tongue lick the
globes from the outer edge inward. Finally Kim's lips
encircled my right nipple and she sucked it hard,
making me moan like crazy.
After treating the other breast in the same slow,
deliberate manner, Kim moved down to my belly button
and gave it a rim job, teasing me with thoughts of what
was to come. Next, she moved down and picked up my
right foot and opened her mouth wide so she could put
all of my toes in her mouth at once. She sucked on them
and then licked them with her tongue. Kim repeated the
process on my left foot, then put my feet together and
pushed my legs up and over until I was bent in half
(gymnastics was my thing in high school). I held my
legs in front of my face while Kim buried her face in
my pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhh, you uhhhhhhh, cuntlicker, uhhhh."
She laughed at my use of foul language.
Just when I was getting good and riled up Kim took a
break to lick the globes of my ass. When she started
sucking a finger I made a little bet with myself which
hole it was going into. Kim's hand went down and I felt
pressure on my asshole, winning me a long, hot bubble
bath with my favorite vibrator. The finger slowly
worked its way in as I felt my sphincter open up.
"Ohhhhhh yeah," I moaned. Kim started pumping in and
out as her mouth went to work again and found my clit.
She sucked on it hard and I was saying her name as I
came. I let my legs go and turned on my side as Kim
spooned her body behind mine. I was still breathing
heavy when she hugged me and kissed my neck. I closed
my eyes.
The next day Kim and I went to the beach. Walking
along, hand in hand, I asked her a question that had
been gnawing at me. "Did you have any idea I was
planning on breaking up with you?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I was just thinking about when we met. That first
night I thought you were psychic, it seemed like you
could read me so well."
Kim gave a chuckle. "Yeah but that's just when you're
having that struggle between being good or bad. It's
all over your face. I can't tell when you're having a
real problem with something. That you need to tell me
yourself."
"Great, now I'm taking advice from a girl whose family
belongs on Jerry Springer." That made her laugh, and I
laughed with her.
When we got back to school Kim and I found an apartment
together. It marked the start of some big changes for
the both of us. Kim has promised not to push hard about
going out, and so far she's been good. I've also
promised to pull my head out from the books once in a
while and go with her. The one thing that has surprised
me the most is that she's not going out all the time
anymore. Ever since we moved in together she's been
staying home with me more often and every once in a
while she even cracks open a book. I think I'm having a
good effect on her.
In the spirit of our new openness with each other, Kim
and I discussed what to do about the problem with her
mom. We came to the conclusion that she wouldn't tell
her dad the truth, but that made for some leverage
against her mom to keep out of Kim's life. While the
divorce would be finalized at some point, she said her
dad would probably sue her mom if he ever found out, so
that gave Kim leverage for life.
Up on the wall of our bedroom is the picture from Rio,
the one of Kim and I in the outdoor bar- two topless,
drunken fools grinning like idiots and holding up our
drinks in a toast. We didn't just put it up to appease
my exhibitionism, but to help us remember to always
communicate with each other. The picture reminds us
because of its great irony- there we are looking like
we're having the best time of our lives, when both of
us were really dying inside. Now that we know true
happiness we know what it took to get here. Like Kim
said, fuck happy endings, I'm learning real life takes
a lot of work all the time.
So what did I learn this summer? Topless beaches are
great. Be open and communicate with those you love.
Don't pick up strange women in bars without expecting
to be drugged and robbed. Never run up the stairs, even
when you're on a rescue mission. Group sex can be a
great learning experience. The right clothes get you
attention but its hell on the buttons when someone's
tearing them off of you. Oh, and no one is as nice as
they sound on the phone.
The End.
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