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Kimberly
by Oyster50 (oyster1950@gmail.com)
***
Tim's got a new job and a new apartment. He meets
Kimberly, a gifted sixteen year old who's living with
her lesbian aunt. Kimberly finds a friend, then more,
and Tim finds a lover, and then MUCH more. (MF/f-teen,
underage, 1st, bi, oral, rom)
***
Author's Note: This is a work of FICTION. That means
that not only did none of it actually happen, but also
there is no intentional depiction of any actual human
beings.
Further, there are graphic depictions of sex acts
between two people, even references to sex acts
involving ONE person. Therefore, if you're under
eighteen or have scruples about reading such things, now
is the time to go somewhere else. It's a big internet.
You should find something that interests you somewhere.
And speaking of interests, I do NOT write short, quick
whack-off stories. This is about romance and love and
human interactions. If that's your bag, then read on. If
you're looking for nine-inch cocks and steaming love
tunnels, again I remind you: BIG internet.
Have a good day!
***
Chapter One
It was time I settled down. I was a "road warrior" a
professional engineer who'd made some darned good money
over the last few years running around the country from
one project to another where my expertise as a "hired
gun" for electrical power systems was commodity in much
demand and well, frankly, it paid GOOD! Finally, though,
I figured I'd seen enough hotel rooms and RV parks and
even an offshore platform living quarters or two, and
I'd had enough. I sent out a few resumes and then took
my choice. Now it was time for Timothy Duncan to put
down roots.
I gave the new job a month and a half before I regarded
it as a fit worthy of my efforts. During that time I
lived in my old road haunts, a custom travel trailer
parked at an RV park. During those weeks I surveyed the
housing situation and located what I was looking for, a
nice two-bedroom apartment in a little fourplex, owned
by a local entrepreneur who wasn't chasing the big bucks
and the government dollars, so his occupants were a
pretty decent and stable bunch.
Yeah, I "reconned" the area, noting after dark what
sorts of cars showed up, how many kids were running the
parking lot (none) and who used the pool ( a couple),
and after seeing what I wanted, I signed the lease.
It was moving day. No, **I** wasn't doing the moving. I
made money to make MY life easier, so I paid a moving
company to go to a storage unit I'd been renting for the
last few years, gather up my stuff from my previous
life, and bring it to the new digs. I also bought a lot
of new stuff, furniture, new stove, appliances,
furniture, and then scheduled all that stuff to be there
on THE day.
Naturally when the trucks showed up, there were curious
eyes peeking through curtains, and an older couple, late
sixties, maybe, came out to see the festivities.
Neighbors. MY new neighbors. Time to start off on the
right foot. I walked up to them. I was dressed in my
"engineer at work" uniform: safety toe shoes that didn't
LOOK like safety toe shoes, khaki-shaded heavy tactical
(you knew that from the thigh pockets) a cell phone
holstered at my belt, and a dickies work shirt,
starched, with a pocket protector full of pencils, pens
and a six-inch steel scale. I looked like an engineer.
"Hi," I said, greeting them. "I'm Timothy Duncan. Your
new neighbor."
They both smiled. The old guy said, "Welcome, Timothy.
I'm Robert Stevens and this is my wife Gloria. Call me
Bob."
I shook both offered hands.
"Retired?" I asked.
"Does it show THAT bad?" Bob laughed.
"And loving it," Gloria filled in. "You're an engineer?"
"Does it show THAT bad?" And we all laughed. "Yes ma'am.
I work at XYZ Corp on the west side of town. Just
started a few weeks ago. Looks Like we agreed that I can
stay."
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Timothy, " Bob said.
"You can call me Tim," I said. "This looks good. I
checked. "Quiet, clean..."
"And we like it that way. My cousin owns the place. It's
well run. If you need anything, let us know."
"Well, thank you. Same goes." I looked off to my left
and saw a furniture guy approaching. "Looks like I need
to go give direction," I said. "I'll see you folks
around."
I followed the furniture guy inside and pointed out the
master bedroom as the location for my newly purchased
queen-sized bed. Also how to arrange the living room
furniture. And the new big-screen TV. And a stack of
boxes for a home theater system.
And off to the other side of the festivities there was
another observer, maybe five feet eight inches (tall
girl) tall, maybe a hundred forty pounds, carried very
well in the tall frame, dressed in cut-off jeans and a
t-shirt with the logo of the local high school on it.
Light brown hair, casually arranged, if arranged at all,
length to the nape of her neck, a little curl under her
jaw, bans cut straight above her eyes.
I made a point of ending up on that side of the parade
of workers hauling things into the apartment.
Eyes. Blue eyes. I waved.
"Hi," she said. "Are you moving in?"
"If I'm not, these guys are haulin' stuff in the wrong
direction... I'm Tim, Timothy Duncan. Engineer."
"Oh, I'm Kimberly. Kimberly Elkins. I live in "D". High
school student."
"Pleased to meet you." It was Friday. School day. So I
had to ask. "You're not in school today?"
"On Fridays I send my clone..."
"I deserved that," I laughed.
"Yeah," she smiled. "For that "haulin' stuff in the
wrong direction" comment. I'm skippin' today. Just
Friday tests."
Oh," and you don't think you need to take them?"
"My teachers think I don't need to take them," she said.
"There's a story here, no doubt," I said.
"Yes, there is. Uh... do you swim?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I swim every day. Meet me at the pool after four and
I'll tell you my sad story."
I did a quick visual survey. "How sad can it be? You
don't seem to be missing limbs or anything..."
She looked over my shoulder. "That guy's waving for you.
I expect you to be there at four?"
"Sure." I trudged back to give further directions. I
spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and stowing
clothing and gear for my life with roots. Hooked up my
electronics. Checked out the DSL, configured a wireless
router, connected and checked out the TV/stereo/ DVR.
Made a list for a grocery run. Checked my new recliner
for the proper operating angle. Realized that it would
take a while for me to figure out how to fit myself into
this new home.
"Crazy," I thought at ten minutes to four as I retrieved
my decidedly uncool swim trunks. I changed into them,
then looked into the mirror. I decided, based on what
was there, staring back at me, that I didn't need a
stick to beat the women off as they flocked to attack my
studly demeanor. I was an honest six feet and an inch
tall. Forty, but without too much of the spread that was
a definite trend for middle-aged engineers. Hair was
still there on my head, but somewhere in the last couple
of decades I added a pretty good amount to my chest and
back. I wasn't exactly a bear, but I definitely had a
crop of body hair. "Well, dumbass," I thought to myself,
"MEN are supposed to have hairy chests."
I grabbed a towel and headed out of the front door
towards the pool. The towel and my house keys went on a
poolside lounge chair and I dove in. By myself. Kimberly
hadn't shown up. I ducked under the cool water and when
I came back up I saw a pair of long, well-formed legs
walk through the gate. And with a splash, she was in the
pool, coursing from one end towards the other in an easy
crawl.
I started doing the same. I could swim. I liked
swimming, and while I was nowhere near a competitive
swimmer, I could do pretty good for forty, and besides,
it was about keeping the poundage off my butt, anyway,
wasn't it? Her head came out of the water, she saw me,
and then started swimming beside me.
Okay. I'm a man. And us men, we don't lose to girls,
especially when there's nothing in it for us. So I
stretched out a bit, picking my stroke up from "lazing
around in the pool" to "little burst of speed",
expecting to leave Miss Kimberly in my wake. Except Miss
Kimberly wasn't in my wake. As a matter of fact, Miss
Kimberly was pulling ahead. Okay, increase speed from
"Little Burst of Speed" to "Let's Show Her What We've
Got". I put effort in it. A lot of effort. And was
rewarded by watching her feet in front of me. Ten laps
later, she pulled up at the end of the pool, hanging on
the end wall.
I pulled up alongside her. Not too close. Just close
enough so we could converse. "Well, THAT didn't work out
like it's supposed to..." My chest heaved, re-
oxygenating after the effort.
"What," she giggled. "You got beat by a girl?"
"You have destroyed my male superiority."
"YMCA swim team. And high school." She smirked. "And you
made me work at it. You're not doing bad."
"Yeah. Thanks." I ducked my head under water to wash off
a bit more heat. "I like swimming. Good exercise."
"Me too. But it's October. The pool will close soon for
the winter, then what?"
"YMCA?" I said.
"Aunt Jenny can't afford it. So I'm out until next
spring."
"What about school?" I asked.
"I don't. Not anymore." She said as she hauled up out of
the water.
I pulled myself out and toweled off most of the water.
She'd already passed that point and was wrapping the
towel around her head. She sat on the edge of a lounge
and turned to lay back. I took the lounge next to her.
"SO you said something about a sad story?" I asked. "But
you don't have to tell me anything if I'm prying."
""Uh, no. I brought the subject up."
She spoke, not looking at me at all. "I'm sixteen. And
this year I graduate from high school."
"Sixteen? That's... uh... odd. Little young, isn't it?"
I commented.
"Yeah." Now she turned to face me. "Okay, I can do
this," I thought. I rolled onto my side to face her.
"Do you know the significance of the term, "pink
monkey"?"
"Sure. Not only do I know it, I've BEEN it. You take a
cage full of monkeys who've been living together, change
one in an obvious way, paint him pink, and return him to
the cage, and the rest ostracize him."
"You've been one?" she asked.
"Yeah. High school. I was a nerd before nerds were
invented. Why do you think I'm an engineer now? So
what's YOUR story?"
"I've skipped two grades in school. I have a 4.0
average. I can TEACH most of what the teachers are
trying to teach. And I'm not, shall we say, socially
active." She sighed audibly.
"I can sympathize," I said. "But you know what they say
about sympathy..."
"Yeah. You can find it. It's in the dictionary between
"shit" and "syphilis". Another smirk.
I laughed. "Kimberly..."
"Please. Kim, okay?"
"Okay, Kim. If this relationship is gonna work, you have
to stop beating me. You outswim me, and you're stealing
my jokes."
This got me a tinkling laugh, eyes included. "Oh, I
didn't know we had a "relationship", sir..."
"Oh, not a "relationship" relationship..." I smiled. "So
how's Kim doing as the pink monkey?"
"Not real good sometimes. I don't have a lot in common
with my own age group."
"That's because you lack peers, lady. You have age in
common. But that's all. And you see things differently.
You either dumb down, or you do without."
"I'm doing without. Friends. Oh, there are some girls
and guys that I talk to, but that's easy to do when all
you have to do is get through the pause between classes
and before and after school. Past that, I don't fit in.
It's like I'm the wrong species or something."
"Maybe you are." I sighed. "I can tell you stories. It's
not easy being the pink monkey. Even people who think
that the absolute most wonderful thing in the world is a
cute pink monkey get tired of them after a while..."
"Sounds like you have a story..." she gazed at me.
"A few. But this is YOUR turn." And sixteen, and what in
the WORLD was I doing? "You said something about your
aunt?"
"I live here with her," Kim said. "Mom's out of the
picture. And don't even ask about a "dad". Mom saw to
that pretty good." Serious look darkened that pretty
teen face. Okay, maybe not "pretty" as in "look who's
Miss October" but pretty as in "you know, she's pleasant
to look at" pretty. Okay. Cute!
She continued. "D'you want to hear this? I met you what,
three hours ago?"
"Four," I said, "But who's counting?"
Giggle. "Touche'!"
"You talk, I listen. It's called "conversation". Some
people really like it."
"Okay. I live with my aunt. That's Virginia Elkins.
Called "Jenny". She took me in. Only living relative and
all that."
"What about your mom?"
"I was getting to that. Mom's, uh... in the care of the
state. For six to ten years if she gets time off for
good behavior."
"Prison?"
"Yep. I am the only daughter of a convicted felon. Let's
see... drugs. Prostitution. Auto theft." Sigh. "Gee! I'm
sooo proud. And the school knows..."
"Put another coat on the pink monkey..."
"Talk about. "Another sigh... "So that gives a whole new
set of handles for them to toss at me. "Yer mamma's in
jail" isn't exactly what gets you invited to the good
parties. Anyway, so when they sentenced Mom, I moved in
with Aunt Jenny. And that's a whole different set of
laughs."
"Ooooo-kayyy," I said. I determined that this was my
time to just keep my mouth shut and listen.
"Let me paint a picture of Aunt Jenny. Lots of flannel
men's shirts. Jeans. Sensible shoes."
"Bingo!"
"You got it, Timmy," she said. "My aunt is Lebanese."
I shook my head. "Owwwww..."
She smiled. "Sometimes I think... Oh, I don't know...
what is going to happen next. But really, Aunt Jenny's
pretty good to me, compared with living with Mom. And
None of Aunt Jenny's "friends' have hit on me. I can't
say that about Mom's. One of THEM went to jail."
"Jail?" I asked.
"Yeah. After he got out of the hospital. And I'm
thinking that he's got quite the conversation starter in
the showers."
"Oh, I HAVE to hear this," I said.
"A year and a half ago. I was just turned fourteen.
Sleeping in my room. Mom's "friend" walked in, thinking
that since Mom was still out "working", he'd try a
little young stuff."
"You have my undivided intention."
"And he came in my room naked, thinking that just the
sight of his scabby ass would turn me uncontrollable
with lust, and he crawled in bed with me and started
trying to kiss me." She had a faraway look in her eyes.
"Poor guy. I guess he thought that when I grabbed his
dong with my right hand, he was on his way to heaven. My
left hand had a Ginsu knife. He was layin' on the floor
bleeding and screaming when I called 9-1-1."
I cringed inside, as any man might, at the thought.
She continued, "I understand that they reattached things
for cosmetic purposes." Little giggle. "And a week
later, Mom got picked up for good. Aunt Jenny likes the
story about the Ginsu."
"Ouch. Remind me not to piss you off."
She laughed. "I'm not a violent person, Tim," she said.
"And just for the record, Aunt Jenny's not one of those
man-hatin' lesbians. She actually dated men. Just
doesn't... you know..."
"Okay," I said. I sat up. Stomach was thinking about
dinner. I said so.
"What do you usually do for dinner?" she asked.
"I usually have something in the house. I can cook up
quickie meals, or I do a big batch of something and
freeze some, but it's looking like a restaurant this
evening. Tomorrow is the big "get everything you need"
grocery shopping day. What about you?"
"Probably soup and sandwich tonight. Friday night is a
date night for Aunt Jenny."
A light bulb went off in my head. Here was an
alternative to the "go sit in a restaurant by yourself"
thing. "Say, would your Aunt Jenny object to me taking
you out for dinner?"
"You're assuming that I want to go out to eat with you."
My heart fell. Of course I was assuming. But I didn't
mean anything but a shared meal. But I'd forgotten a
whole range of dichotomies: Male-female. Young-old.
She broke into a grin. "Gotcha! I don't think she'll
object at all. Let's go ask her."
And that's how I met Aunt Jenny: clad in baggy swim
trunks and sandals, with a towel over my shoulder, my
right hand clasped tightly in Kim's.
And Kim was on her game. She let me into the living
room. "Aunt Jenny," she squealed. "Look what **I**
found! He followed me home. Can I keep 'im?!?"
"No, you may NOT! They're noisy, they pee on the carpet
and you can't house break them!" So that's where THAT
attitude came from.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Tim Duncan. I just moved into "B". I
thought I was asking if Kim could come have dinner with
me." I looked at Jenny. Five-four. Maybe a hundred and
fifty, hefty, but not grossly so. Face soft and round,
expressive brown eyes under a head of thick brown hair,
cut short, not manly short, but shorter than Kim's, and
another set of bangs. Jen was cute. Thirtyish.
Jenny laughed. "Sorry. Kim and I don't cut much slack.
Are you going out dressed like that?"
"Aunt Jennyyyyyyy," Kim giggled. "Be nice. Of course
we're changing."
"Then go. And while you're looking at Little Miss Sweet
Sixteen, ask her about Ginsu knives."
I winced. Visibly.
"Oh! She's told you already," Jenny's turn to smirk.
"So," said Kim, "where are we going? So I'll know how to
dress."
I named an Italian restaurant. "That is, if you like
Italian."
"Kind of expensive, don'tcha think?" Kim asked. Jenny
looked at me.
"Uh, I invited you. That means **I** worry about the
cost. And I'm not worried."
Jenny said, "Then go. And remember, I'm out runnin' the
roads tonight, and you'll NEVER know when or where I'll
show up. Now let me have a minute with Tim, babe."
Kim left the room. Jenny turned to me. "Okay, buster,
lemme tell you something. That kid is SIXTEEN. She might
be legal in this state, but she ain't available, if you
know what I mean."
"Uh... Jenny... This isn't about THAT!" I tried
defending myself.
"Maybe not, but despite the fact that her momma's a
whore and a druggie, Kim's a good kid, and she's gifted,
and I don't know, maybe vulnerable. Don't make me have
to get a Ginsu. I know where you live now." She paused,
then a wry smile appeared. "She can use friends. Be one,
okay?"
"Okay," I said.
"Kim," Jenny hollered. "I'm cutting you two loose. Bring
your phone. You've got my number."
Kim bounced back into the living room, still in her
bathing suit. "Thanks, Aunt Jenny." She turned to me.
"Gimme an hour, okay? Shower, and all that stuff."
"Sure," I said. "see you in an hour." I looked at Jenny
and smiled. "And nice meeting you, too."
Jenny smiled back. "Did Kim mention..."
"Yeah. So?" I said.
"Oh, I dunno. Some guys get all weird."
"Nope. You're you. I'm me. Kim's Kim. Wonderful world.
Kumbayah and all that."
"Hah! You're fun! See you around, then, Mister Tim
Duncan." And she let me leave.
An hour later I knocked on Kim's door. It opened, and
there was Kim. Yep. Let's see. Five foot eight. Hundred
and forty. Light brown hair, two shades darker than
blonde, cleaned, brushed to perfection, shiny. If there
was make-up involved, she recognized that she needed
make-up like noontime needed a night-light. And a dress.
Simple. Straight skirt, stopping at a few inches above a
knee, pumps matching. Purse clasped in front of her with
both hands. A tiny diamond stud in each ear. And all of
it under a beautiful smile.
A word came to mind: "WOW".
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Do I look ready?" she answered.
"Yes, my dear, you do. Now where's the Queen of
England?"
Giggle. "I don't know about the Queen of England, but
Jenny knows this guy..."
"You're a horrible person," I laughed. "Talking about
our diverse society like that."
"Pfffttt!" she said. "He's the one who calls himself
"queen". I just repeated it."
"Let's go, my dear. I think there's a linguine with clam
sauce waiting for me."
"Then let's go!" she smiled, and led me towards the
parking lot, holing my hand.
I noted the hand-holding thing for the second time
today.
I retrieved my keys and beeped the doors open on my big
pickup truck. She walked around and climbed into the
passenger seat.
"Wow! Big truck!"
"Yeah. I use it to tow a travel trailer. You need a big
truck to do that. Next week I'm buying something
smaller."
"Oh," she said. "I'm not being negative."
"And I didn't take it that way. The truck's a tool. If
you want to pull a thirty-three foot travel trailer long
distances, this is what you need. Now I need to run
around town in a more economic manner, so we go car-
shopping. This thing goes into storage."
"Oh," Kim said, "so what are "WE" going shopping for?"
"I'm thinking a small SUV. Oh, do YOU have your
license?"
"Sure do. Aunt Jenny's a good teacher. Why?"
"Just nice to know. In case I need help moving vehicles
around."
"I've never driven anything like this," she said.
"It's a truck. Turn the wheel. Push on the pedal. It
goes. Push the OTHER pedal, it stops. Don't try to drive
it in close spaces until you get used to the size."
We maneuvered that damned truck into the parking lot of
the restaurant and went inside. Salads, soup, man
course. She had lasagna and I had the linguine with clam
sauce.
"Am I being impolite if I ask you for a bite? I've never
tried that." Those blue eyes. And well-mannered, too,
maybe not ready for the big table at Buckingham, but
then, neither was I. But definitely good enough for
anything in THIS town. And most others.
"No, please!" I pushed my plate toward her. "You'll
never know unless you try."
She picked up a forkful and tried it.
"Well?" I asked.
"That's good!"
"And you were expecting?" I said.
"I don't know what I was expecting. This is good." She
smiled.
"Then you can order it next time."
She sipped her iced tea. "Uh, this place isn't on the
list. Aunt Jenny's budget, you know."
"So this is the last time I get to bring you out for
dinner?"
"I hope not," she smiled. "We're having a good time."
We were. I found in a sixteen year old girl a wry sense
of humor, horrible puns and plays on words, a knowledge
of current events and a love of technology, as in "Tee-
hee, I saw when you fired up your wireless router. And
you protected it. Spoilsport!"
"OH, really? How was the signal?" I asked.
"A couple bars, sometimes three. Good enough. We don't
have wireless. But I have an old laptop I bought with
baby-sitting money."
"And you're hard-wiring it?"
"Yeah," she said. "Kinda ties me down. Aunt Jenny can't
afford a wireless router."
"Forty bucks? And I've got an old one. Or I could get
your MAC address and enable you on mine."
"Kinda trusting, aren't you, Tim?"
"how so?"
"I could use your network to do nasty things."
I looked at her. "I guess that is kind of trusting. But
you seem to be somebody I can trust. And it's not like
you can't go on my computer and see what's on the hard
drive, including everywhere I've been on the internet."
"What? No kiddie porn?"
"Hardly," I said. "That's not to say that some of my
oddball google searches didn't send me to some places
that made my skin crawl before I clicked out."
Grinning, she said, " I know about THAT. I'm talking
about a directory that says "Fat young boys 2008" or
something."
"I am horribly conventional, little lady."
"Horribly?" Her eyebrow raised.
"And celibate. By choice." I said, treading onto thinner
ice.
"No girlfriends? Wives? Friends with privileges?"
"No girlfriends. One ex-wife in California. You may meet
our joint offspring at Christmas IF her mom deigns to
let me get her. And as far as the last, nuh-uh. I am
horribly old-fashioned. I cannot separate the physical
aspects of a relationship from the mental and
spiritual."
"That's unusual these days. I figured that you, good-
looking, good job, et cetera, you'd have all kinds of
women." She looked at me with renewed interest.
"I guess it is. I've had offers. And after the divorce,
I admit I, uh... Am I supposed to be having this
conversation with YOU?"
"Sure you are," she said coolly. "You, sir, are a
Responsible Adult Role Model. So "mentor" away."
The waiter cleared our plates and asked about dessert.
"Kim, have you ever had tiramisu?"
"No, what's that?"
A delightfully rich and tasty dessert. But you have to
like coffee."
"I love coffee."
To the waiter I said, "Give us a tiramisu. And two
forks."
He left. Kim propped her chin in her hand, attentive.
"So, Responsible Adult Role Model, where were we? Oh,
yeah, you were explaining away your profligate lifestyle
of sex and debauchery..." Said with a more wicked grin
than I expected.
"Okay. After the divorce, I sort of died for a while.
Friends dragged me out of my cave and onto a dating
scene that I wasn't ready for. And women who were just
as predatory as a lot of men. And some of 'em thought
that a couple of bounces in the hay would snag 'em an
engineer for life."
"Sounds like you could've gotten a good deal. That's
what I think," she said.
"Nope. Been there. Got the scars to prove it. If, and
that's a big "if", I get married again, it's going to be
somebody whose idea of literature means more than having
a subscription to "People" magazine, whose musical
tastes have a big wedge of classical, and who has a
vocabulary including words with more than two
syllables."
"Wow! That's quite a speech."
The tiramisu came. I watched her face as she tasted the
first tentative bite, as concern morphed into a smile.
"Hey, this is GOOD!" I signaled the waiter for a second
portion.
The meal ended and I flipped a piece of plastic to cover
the bill, including a good tip. I was coming back here.
From the pristine condition of Kim's dessert plate, I
surmised that I would not have to twist her arm to get
her back here with me.
We walked out to the truck. She got in on the passenger
side, and I got behind the wheel. We buckled in.
"D'you mind if I listen to your radio?" she asked.
"No, go right ahead."
She turned it on and the sounds coming out of the
speaker were from a CD. Boccherini. I stole a glance. I
was expecting a teeny-bopper "Yuck!" I was wrong.
Her eyes lit up. "Boccherini. Italian baroque. String
quintet in E Major." she sighed. "Even Aunt Jenny thinks
I'm strange for listening to this."
A gong was going off in my head.
She turned the music off and said,
"Antidisestablishmentarianism."
"What?" I blurted.
"Just showing you that you shouldn't give up. I'm sure
there's somebody out there that meets your requirements.
"I'm not complaining, Kim. I have a pretty good life,
you know."
"Yeah, I imagine so. But isn't it just possible that
somewhere there's some lady who's having a pretty good
life, too, and the two of you'd fit together, and change
"pretty good" to fairy tale?"
"I suppose it's possible. But I'm not going to tear
myself apart in the search. And I get to make my own
rules."
"Yes, you do." We pulled into the apartment parking lot.
"Look!" she said. "Aunt Jenny's car is here. I wonder if
she's... uh, yeah, the living room light is on... Let's
go see what's up."
"Uh, babe," I said, "If she's got a friend."
"Oh, you old thing. It's not like that. If she's got her
friend, they're sitting in the living room talking, or
the light wouldn't be on. She's VERY discrete. It's not
like leather and harnesses and whips and stuff."
"What do YOU know about leather and harnesses?"
"A girl gets quite an education when her mom is a
notorious slut."
Chapter Two
Kim took my hand. I didn't offer it. Didn't make an
effort. Didn't say anything. It's just that when we got
out of the truck and I clicked the keyfob to lock it,
she appeared at my side and grabbed my hand like it was
supposed to be that way. Walking up the sidewalk as a
couple, from all appearances, she knocked on her own
door.
"Who is it?" came Jenny's voice from inside.
"It's me, Aunt Jenny," said Kim. We heard the deadbolt
unlock and the door opened.
"I brought Tim back with me, Aunt Jenny," she said.
"Yeah, I couldn't find the right dumpster to dump her
dismembered body into," I said.
"Oh, I LIKE him!" said another voice, owned by a
brunette sitting on the sofa.
"Uh, Tim, meet Laci, with an "I"," said Jenny.
"Hi, Laci,' I said, trying to figure out where "lace"
had anything to do with the female sitting on the sofa.
She was carrying the "butch" affectation a little
further than I would have, but hey, I'm not "Lebanese",
as Kim giggled it. She was almost identical in height
and weight to Jenny. Okay, Jenny plus ten pounds, but
well-distributed. What my German friends called
"zaftig", juicy. Her hair was short, pageboy, no bangs,
though, and blonde. A little darkness at the part told
me there was some augmentation involved.
"Sit for a while, Tim," Jenny said. "Tell us about your
evening."
I sat in a big overstuffed chair and was inwardly
delighted that Kim sat on the arm of the chair beside
me. "I had a perfectly delightful evening of good food
and conversation," I said.
Kim grinned. "I tried linguine with clam sauce. And,
uh... tra... tiramisu. Oh, gosh. Heaven. My universe
expanded."
Laci said, "Uh, yeah. I've had that. Eat like that too
often, and more than your universe is gonna expand." She
slapped her own plump, rounded ass with an open hand. It
was a rather attractive ass, at that.
"Oh, I know, Mizz Laci, but I still swim four or five
times a week, so I can pig out on tiramisu..." Kim
turned to me, looking down at me. "So what time are you
going look at cars tomorrow?"
I was caught just a little aback. I hadn't exactly
PLANNED on looking tomorrow, but what the heck? "I think
the dealer opens at nine. I'm going to breakfast at
eight-thirty, since I don't have groceries in the house
yet. That's the other task I have to perform tomorrow.
Why? You lookin' for an adventure?"
Squeal. "You don't mind?"
"Of course not. If your Aunt Jenny says it's okay."
"Fine with me," Jenny said. "Most rapist-murderers don't
make it past the first date, so I guess she's safe."
"Be ready at eight thirty, then," I said. "I'm gonna go
home and get my first night's sleep in my new home." I
arose. "And I enjoyed meeting all you good ladies. Good
evening." I emphasized the formal angle, and left them
giggling as I closed the door behind me and walked up
the sidewalk to my won door.
"Oh crap," I thought. "Forgot. New bed." I put fresh
linens on a new bed, took a shower, shaved, and then
dozed off, the last pleasant though being a soft, female
hand taking mine.
The alarm woke me at eight, giving me plenty of time for
me to wash my sleepy face, brush my teeth, and dress in
jeans and a rugby shirt. At precisely eight thirty I
heard a knock on the door. I felt like a schoolboy as I
got up to answer it. I opened it to see Kim, who was
almost a female version of me. A much YOUNGER female
version, but jeans, rugby shirt, tennis shoes... Her
shirt was blue and yellow stripes. Mine was red and
blue. And seeing my attire, she giggled.
"Can you come in for a second?" I asked. "I need to
print something."
"Sure," she said innocently. She stepped inside, looking
around. "This is gonna be nice when you finish with it,"
she said.
"I AM finished with it," I quipped.
"Oh, no you haven't. Don't make me come in here and
straighten this place out."
"What makes you think that I perceive that at as a
threat?"
"Men get all nervous when women want to invade their
caves. That's why men used to go out and capture women
and bring them home for mates. Established the hierarchy
right off the bat." She giggled again. "Bat! Hah! A pun!
No! Wait! Not a pun. A simple play on words!"
"You're a horrible person," I said. "Come see!" I
indicated the display on my laptop. "Here's what I'm
thinking about buying." It was a Japanese SUV. Silver.
Not gas mileage to scream about, but a heck of a lot
better than a three-quarter ton pickup truck. And a lot
easier to get around town in.
"Grey?" she questioned.
"Yeah. Silver, actually. But grey's good enough.
Remember, nobody ever got a speeding ticket driving a
grey Honda."
"Uh, that's not true," she said.
"Name one, then."
"You know I can't. But that's not TRUE."
"I'm going for "unobtrusive"."
"That'll get you waaaay off into unobtrusive, babe," she
said. And she rested her hand on my shoulder. Lightly.
Then pulled it back.
"Is it acceptable to Miss Kim?" I asked.
"I think it's perfect. I'd die for something like that."
"You're not holding out for something else? A red
convertible Mustang, maybe?" I questioned.
"I never did get the idea behind convertibles. 1950,
maybe, when there wasn't any air conditioning.
Especially in cars. But NOW?"
"I dunno," I said. "You'd look good..."
"For what, like SIX days a year when it's not too hot or
too cold or raining? No, thanks!"
"Okay. Extra points for "practical"," I said. I printed
the inventory page from the dealer's site, then another
page that showed actual selling prices. I looked at Kim.
"Now, let's go buy a car!"
We stopped off at a little restaurant for breakfast
first. Pancakes, eggs, sausage, toast. And TWO cups of
coffee. Because Kim said, "I LOVE coffee."
Then we headed to the local dealer. Properly armed, I,
make that "we", walked onto the dealer's lot and got
grabbed by the arch-typical car salesman. Who didn't
know who he was dealing with.
"Can I ask what sort of car you're interested in, sir?"
he said, smile plastered across his face.
"This SUV. Here's your inventory number. I want this
one."
"Let me show you THIS one," he said, gesturing grandly
toward the next step up in size and dollars.
"Nope." I said. "I got this off your website an hour
ago. THIS is what I want. Like THAT one!" I pointed to a
similar model. "Except silver."
"Uh, sir. Let me check with my manager."
"Check with who you need to. I want THIS car."
Kim was giggling when he walked off. "You've got him off
balance," she said.
He came back. "Yessir. This car's on the back lot. We're
bringing it around." In a few minutes and a donut apiece
later, the proper car appeared. Smarmy salesman tried to
get back on track. "Sir, you'll want a test drive?"
"Nope. It's an SUV. Steering wheel. Pedals. Automatic
transmission. It's not the space shuttle. I don't need
to drive it."
So he missed his test drive, replete with "New car
smell". Now he was eying my pickup truck and thinking
he'd hit the lottery. "And you're wanting to use that
truck as a trade-in?"
I'm thinking, "Bud, If I trade THAT truck on this little
SUV, you'll be writing ME a check." So I told him,
"Nope. Cash down. Fifty percent. So tell me what your
number is."
And the schmuck gave me sticker price. I took Kim's
hand. "Come on, sweetie. I guess we DO need to drive to
Houston."
"W-w-wait. Lemme go talk to my manager. I might can get
you a deal," he stammered.
"Do what you gotta do. But be advised. I know what these
things are going for. In Houston. And if you want to
sell one today, you'll come up with THAT number, plus a
tank of gas."
"Yessir." Zip. He was gone. Five minutes, he was back.
And the number was within fifty bucks of what I'd
wanted.
"How do you want to finance it?" I could sense the
wariness in his voice. The kid learns fast.
"Fifty percent cash down. Three years on the balance at
zero percent." I whipped out a drivers' license. "Go run
your numbers."
"Yessir. Be right back."
Kim wrapped both her hands around my right bicep and
leaned into me. She didn't start giggling until he was
around the corner. "This is like a comedy sketch," she
laughed.
And here he came again. "I can't do zero percent, sir."
This time Kim beat me to it, turning and heading to the
door. All I did was look at him.
"Okay... Okay... Lemme..."
"Go see your manager, son." I was probably fifteen years
older than him, but one does have to establish
hierarchies in negotiation. "You DO want to sell this
car today, right?"
"Uh, yessir. Be right back."
Kim was fighting for control of herself.
Here he came again. "Okay, sir. 50% cash down. Balance
at zero percent for three years." He pointed to the
lending document.
"Great!" I said. "See how easy this all is."
"You're writing us a check?"
"Nope." I handed the truck keys to Kim. "Babe, in the
glove box there's a blue vinyl zipper bag. Can you bring
it to us?"
Kim skipped away and returned. I unzipped the bag and
counted out a stack of hundred dollar bills. "I'll be
wanting a receipt, you know."
And half an hour later, the salesman was shaking hands.
Deal was done. He showed us the features of the car, as
required, and then I gave the keys to Kim and said,
"Babe, can you drive this back to the house while I
follow you in the truck?"
The smile on her face was irreproducible.
Fifteen minutes later, after following a VERY careful
Kim as she drove home, I pulled beside her in the
apartment parking. She bounced out of the car.
"How'd it drive?" I asked.
"Uh... Let's see. . It's an SUV. Steering wheel. Pedals.
Automatic transmission. It's not the space shuttle."
Giggles. "I thought I was gonna DIE when you said that.
But it drives nice..."
"Then get back in and drive us to the grocery store."
"Really? I mean, it's YOUR new car."
I laughed. "But it's not the space shuttle." And I got
in on the passenger side. And new car smell is new car
smell. Even if it is a little Japanese SUV.
The grocery shopping was epic, not surprising when one
considered that I was setting up a new household. It
took even longer as Kim and I put all our purchases
away. Mid-afternoon. And one of the purchases was a
freshly ground half-pound of coffee. I brewed us up two
mugs.
Sitting at the coffee table in my new living room, we
toasted my new home, and sat, sipping, the TV providing
background sound.
"SO what's your music library look like?" she asked.
"Guess," I said. "If I've got Boccherini in the
truck..." I pointed. "The CD's are in that box, there.
And I've got those, and lots more, on this hard drive."
She opened the cardboard box and squealed. "Look at this
stuff! Bach. Beethoven. Mozart, Schumann. Wow. Handel.
We have to listen..."
"Do you have an iPod?" I asked.
"Noooo... Had one. Got stolen. One of Mom's "friends". I
haven't had the guts to ask Aunt Jenny."
"I have two. One's yours. If you don't mind it being a
little older model."
Squeal! And hug. And she backed off, almost like she'd
realized that she was going too far. "Tim... you really
don't have to do that."
"I know I don't HAVE to, Kim. But I want to. I don't
need two. And you'll like the music that's already on
it." I rummaged through a box of electronic stuff and
came up with the one I intended to give her. It still
had a charge. I found her a charger. And a pair of ear
buds.
She smiled so sweetly. "Oh, Tim, NOW I've got music to
listen to." She was thumbing through the menus to review
the playlists.
I watched, smiling. I couldn't remember when I ever saw
a bigger smile over a gift. Yeah, I had a sister, and a
niece and nephew from her and her husband, and I was the
proverbial doting uncle since the divorce, distributing
presents at birthdays and Christmas, and those kids were
appreciative, but none glowed like Kim as she paged
through that iPod.
And her cell phone rang. She looked. "It's Aunt Jenny,"
she said. She answered the phone. "Hi, Aunt Jenny."
Pause. "Oh, yeah. We went grocery shopping. He needed
EVERYTHING." Pause. "Yeah. New apartment and all that.
And he bought a new car." She described it. "He let ME
drive it." Pause. "Yeah. ALL day!" Pause. "And you
should've seen that salesman! I almost wet myself. It
was FUNNY!"
Blue eyes flashed at me, and I KNOW that smile was
intended... Wait! I'd known Kim for twenty-four hours...
she was twenty four years my junior... But that smile...
"Sure," she said into the phone. "He's right here." She
pushed her cell phone toward me. "Talk to Aunt Jenny."
I took the phone. "Hi, Jenny," I said.
"Well, hello, Tim Duncan. You seem to have impressed our
Kimberly."
"All we did was roam the roads running errands." I felt
defensive.
"You let her drive your new car?"
"Yeah, but how else was I gonna get it and my truck back
from the dealership? I could've let her drive the
truck?"
"Nuh-uh. I've seen your monster... uh... truck..."
Snicker.
"Uh... Jenny..."
"I know" she said. "Sorry. I get that way sometimes."
Brief pause. "Now, why I called. Uh... I wanna kind of
have an evening with Laci. I hate to leave Kim by
herself. I know she's sixteen and all, but... well, can
you check on her?"
"Sure. You have a problem with us hanging out?"
"No. I know where you live, remember? I don't think
you'd do anything to hurt her."
"I wouldn't. She said she'd help me put this place in
order. It's still a mess from moving in."
"Then you to do what you have to do. Just make sure
she's okay... and she has my number if she needs
anything. Lemme talk to her."
I handed Kim back her phone. "Hi, Aunt Jenny." Pause.
"Yeah. I'll be good. You an' Laci have a good time.
"kay? Bye!" She flicked her phone closed and smiled at
me.
"We kinda took advantage of you, Huh?" she said. "Just
assumed that you wanted to hang out with me while Aunt
Jenny did her thing." Giggle. And lascivious grin. "And
Laci's..."
"Uh, if your aunt knew what you said..."
"Oh, come on, Tim. You know I'm just joking. And they
ARE two consenting adults. And they've been friends for
a long time. Sometimes I think they'd be living together
if I wasn't in the way."
"Uh, well..."
"Tim, people HAVE sex, you know..."
"I know... but..."
"Of course I only know this second hand." Her smile was
communicative. Unusually shy for the Kim I was becoming
used to.
"Well you know how I feel about sex."
"Yeah, you told me. And Aunt Jenny and Laci have been as
constant, no MORE constant than a lot of straight
couples. And sex is not the center of their
relationship."
I closed my eyes. Sex. I had repressed sex in my life.
Single guy. I didn't do porn or titty bars. I do admit
to masturbation, but only because with me, masturbation
relieved pressures that if left unattended, would result
in very messy wet dreams.
And now I was twenty four hours into a relationship with
a sixteen year old girl and SHE was lecturing ME about
sex.
"I understand, sweetie," I said. "Sex is easy. Love is
hard. And sometimes people are together and one of them
thinks it's just sex and the other thinks it's love,
too. And that's where people get hurt."
"I know," Kim said. "I watched Mom. I saw everything
that you just said. And when Mom went to jail and I
moved in with Aunt Jenny I thought here it goes again,
except it's all women. But it hasn't been." She took a
deep breath. Soliloquy mode. "And kids are the most
screwed up of all, because 99% of the boys are "it's
just sex" and only half the girls are like that. And I
believe that some of THEM are thinking "love" inside and
saying "sex" outside. And they're all screwed up." She
looked at me. "But I'm not like that."
"That's good, Kim. You have to protect your own heart
because there are darned few people who will protect it
for you."
"How do you find that person, Tim?" she asked, her voice
small.
"I don't know, Kim," I admitted. "If I knew, I'd be
living with her."
Kim smiled. The way the conversation had been going, I
didn't know why she smiled, but she smiled. "Lighten up,
Tim," she said. "We're not going to solve this one any
time soon."
I sighed. "Okay, cutie. So let's talk about Kim in
school." I was sitting in my recliner. Kim was lounging
on the sofa.
"I skipped the fourth and sixth grades. I just took the
ACT's and got 30. I could be a 4.0 average if I did all
my homework and stopped arguing with teachers. Me an'
the English teacher... uh, make that the English teacher
and I have differences in opinion about symbolism in
literature. I tutor kids in math instead of doing study
hall. And if it wasn't for the attendance laws, I could
sit at home right now for the rest of the year, take the
finals, and graduate. And I have a full academic
scholarship at the state university here in town."
"And just a tiny bit of attitude?"
"I don't suffer fools gladly." She smirked.
"And the world is full of fools." I said. A thought
crossed my mind. I had a computer system waiting to be
set up in the spare bedroom to make it into an office.
"Come give me a hand, Kim," I said.
"What're you gonna do?" she questioned.
"I want to set up a computer and printer and monitor and
scanner in the spare bedroom."
"As long as this isn't some cheesy ploy to get me into
your bedroom..." she smirked.
"YOU may look at it as a bedroom, but I look at it as an
office. And EVERYBODY'S not trying to get into a
teenager's pants, babe." I snorted.
"Yeah, but you still called me "babe", though."
"It's a pet name. I'd call a kitty-cat "babe." So don't
let your head swell. I need extra hands to run these
cables."
"You don't have to bust my bubble, Tim."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Kim. Seriously, if I was twenty years
younger, I'd be harboring a whole different set of
motives. But I'm not, and I need somebody who'll pull
one end of a cable."
"Pffffht!" she stuck her tongue out at me. "At least you
noticed..."
"What? That you're a cutie?" I was pulling my desktop
computer out of its box, setting it on my desk.
"You never said anything..." She handed me the keyboard.
"I shouldn't have to say anything. You know who you
are." I handed her the pen pad. "This goes beside the
keyboard. And this trackball."
"Yeah, just another brown-haired girl. A little too tall
for a lot of guys. Too smart for the rest."
"Takes somebody special to appreciate "too smart," I
said. "I guess you tried playing dumb enough?"
"Oh, gosh, no..." she snorted. "I just can't. I guess I
tried, but it just wasn't ME!"
"Sometimes you have to make little concessions." I
shoved a cable towards her. "Ethernet port." I sort of
expected "what's that?" Instead I heard "Snick!" as it
clicked into place. I tossed her another cable. "That
big thing..."
"This?" she questioned. "I don't know what this is."
"Large-format scanner. Port's in the back." And I heard
"snick!" again.
"What else?" she asked.
"That should be it. Now let's run power cords." Power
cords snaked around behind everything, coming back to a
hefty surge suppressor. Another five minutes. "Now let's
power it all up."
A few clicks and little lights were on all over the
room. She pulled the extra chair up as the computer and
peripherals booted. I showed off my toys to an
interested young lady. "This is what I do for a living,"
I said. Since she seemed interested, I showed her
pictures of past projects, friends, workers, big bits of
equipment, control panels, other esoterica that is
behind modern life.
I looked at the time. "Uh... Kim, we've worked right
through dinner."
She looked at the screen's time display. "We sure did,"
she said. "but it's Saturday night. Things are still
open..."
"Then pick something. And I get to drive this time. New
car and all."
"Okay..." she smiled. "But just remember, no matter
whoever else gets in it, **I** was the first" She
paused. "And being first counts for something..." and
another strange grin.
We were just buckling in when her phone rang. She looked
at the display. "It's Aunt Jenny," she said. Putting the
phone to her ear, she said, "Hi, Aunt Jenny!" Pause.
"No, we're just getting out for dinner." Pause. "What'd
we do all afternoon? Just spent an hour in HIS bedroom
hookin' up..." evil pause. "his computer..."
"You're a bad girl," I said, shaking my head.
She stuck her tongue at me. "No, seriously, he's got a
real BIG" another evil pause. "desktop system." Giggle.
"I'm not sure I know WHAT you're talking about." Pause.
"No. You're going WHERE? Just a second." Kim looked at
me. "Seafood? They're going to Roscoe's. Good seafood.
If you wanna meet 'em."
"That'll work," I said.
""He said that's good. We'll see you there in fifteen
minutes. Bye!" The she looked at me grinning. "What?"
"You... you're gonna get me mutilated with a Ginsu
knife. Jenny promised."
"I didn't say anything. Unless YOU have a dirty mind.
Apparently Aunt Jenny's got one... So I let her
imagination."
"You're BAD!"
"Well, she said you were cute, and SHE'S a lesbian. So I
just teased her a little." Giggle. Little girl voice.
"Do you forgive me? Hmmmm?"
"Yeah, I forgive you. I just hope I can outrun Jenny if
she figures I'm molesting her niece."
"Oh, she knows you're not molesting me. We're going to
enjoy a meal with my aunt and her friend. Nice people.
You'll see." She reached over the console of the SUV and
grabbed my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers. "It'll
be FUN!"
Chapter Three
The parking lot was almost full, including her aunt's
car. We walked right in and sat down at the table with
them.
"Appetizers are on the way," Jenny said. "Hi!"
Laci added her chirpy "Hi!". I noted that she didn't
look "butch" this evening. Neither of them were
particularly feminine-looking, but then again, my jeans-
clad Kim fit right in.
Laci noted, "You two look like a couple of bookends."
"Yeah. Isn't it NEAT? And I didn't tell 'im what to
wear, either. It just happened!"
And so we had a good meal, conversing about Kim's day,
my new car, Kim driving my new car, the music thing, the
computer.
"Yeah," Jenny pointed out. "That was the "We're in the
bedroom hookin' up" comment."
Kim giggled. "He's making his second bedroom into an
office. He's got a really BIG..." and she pulled the
same evil grin on her aunt, this time in person.
"printer."
Laci laughed. "That's disgusting."
"It's FUNNY!" chirped Kim.
Laci didn't let up. "So time, you're walking into this
place with a teenage girl wrapped around your arm and
somebody you know from work happens to see you."
"Then," I said, "they think either of two things. The
ones with the clean minds will think "There's Tim with
his niece." The ones with the dirty minds will say "Way
to go, Tim!" And me? I don't care." And I recalled that
yes, when we walked in; Kim was indeed wrapped around my
arm. Since she'd spent the majority of the time we were
walking together in the exact same configuration, I
hadn't given it a lot of thought.
Kim just smiled. "I'm just being friendly, that's all."
Jenny dropped the bomb, though. "I thought ya'll made a
nice couple."
I chose to push that statement to the back of my mind.
Jenny kept on. "Tim, what do you have planned for the
rest of the evening?"
"Plans? I don't have plans. I was going to go to my new
home and go to sleep in front of the TV. Why?"
"Well," Jenny said, "If you want to join us, we can go
to our house and play Trivial Pursuit. We can always
stand some fresh meat."
I was thinking, "Ah, Trivial Pursuit. The game my sister
refuses to play with me anymore." I said, "I haven't
played that in YEARS."
The check came and I tossed a gold card at it over
protests from Jenny and Laci. "No, I was going to pay
for Kim anyway. It's no big deal.
"You're setting women's lib back a decade," Laci said.
"Women has nothing to do with it. You ever see a bunch
of guys eat together? Fistfights erupt over who GETS to
pay. But if I've offended, you can slip me a twenty..."
"I'm not THAT offended," Laci laughed.
"Let's go," Jenny said. We got up to leave and I paid
attention this time as Kim wrapped her arm around mine.
We had to unhitch to get past the crowd at the exit, and
when we got outside, I decided to just experiment. I put
my arm around her waist. She COULD have pulled away.
Really. She could have. But that's not what she did.
What she did was step closer to me and swing her hips to
bump mine, and the smile at me.
We got in the car. Kim spoke first. "Why'd you do that?"
she asked.
"Do what?" I played dumb.
"Put your arm around me... walking out."
"Because YOU'VE been putting your arm in mine. And I
thought it just might be pleasant to have my arm around
a pretty girl."
"Oh."
I looked sideways at her as we navigated out to the
street. There was a smug expression on her face. So I
assumed that I had not offended.
"Just so you know, this "pretty girl" is used to winning
at Trivial Pursuit. Aunt Jenny has "Kimberly Rules", you
know..."
"I don't know. What's "Kimberly Rules"?"
"Don't act like I told you, but the only way I can get
them to let me play is spot 'em each a couple of pieces
for a head start." She was ginning.
"That's nice to know. My sister didn't think of "Timothy
Rules." They just stopped playing with me."
Giggle. "Then THIS is gonna be fun. Just play along like
you don't know anything. I don't know if they'll try
Kimberly Rules with you being new and all."
It was a good thing that all the hot chocolate mugs were
empty by the time it was readily apparent that Kim
wasn't pulling punches, and neither was I. Each of us
had completed all the categories while Jenny still
needed two and Laci three. And I won the game ONLY
because I answered the end of game question before Kim
got maneuvered to the final spot.
Jenny and Laci expressed friendly outrage. Kim was
giggling. "You beat me. I haven't been beat in a fair
game since Aunt Jenny bought the stupid thing."
Laci said, "Hmmpphh! Engineer. I should've known
better."
"I'm sorry, guys," I said. "Next time I'll spot you some
pieces." I smirked.
"Like we do to Kim? Kimberly Rules?"
Kim giggled. "I told 'im already. But I thought I'd beat
HIM, too!"
Jenny tittered, "Little Miss Kimberly has met her
match."
"Nuh-uh," I said. "I'm forty. She's sixteen. Imagine how
she'll be with twenty more years..."
Laci said, "She won't live that long. Somebody'll kill
'er in the first Trivial Pursuit slaying on record."
I sat on the sofa, falling back into the cushions.
"Mmmmm. This feels good. The floor was killing me." And
Kim slid in beside me. And surprising me, Jenny slid in
on the other side. Now this was a normal sized sofa,
made for three. Laci taking her place between Jenny and
the other end of the sofa had us all cozy.
My arms were trapped between me and the two women, so I
did the natural thing and pulled them free and put them
on the back of the sofa. Kim took this as her cue to
snuggle in against me. That was less of a surprise than
her next move, which was to take the hand of that arm
and pull it down over her shoulder, wrapping it around
her. And the surprise ratcheted up a notch when Jenny's
hand went inside my leg, ostensibly to pull herself
closer to me to better fit Laci into the group.
I glanced at Jenny. Jenny's eyes met mine. "Oops," she
said. "I didn't mean to grope Kim's guy!" That's what
she said. But that didn't explain why her hand brushed a
growing bulge in my pants as she removed it.
"You groped MY guy?" Kim squealed? "Aunt Jenny!"
Jenny was reaching for the TV remote. "It was an
accident." She snickered. "That's an outtie. I prefer
innies. But I fear that we are overloading Tim's
senses."
"Yeah, something like that." I said. "I haven't sat with
this many pretty ladies in a long time. Like never."
"Silver words'll get you nowhere, buddy boy," Laci
laughed.
And Kim put the cap on it. "Besides, Aunt Jenny, he's
mine. I've got dibs." And when I turned to look at her,
she smiled sweetly. She patted my hand, whispering
theatrically. "I'm just saving you from ravenous
females."
I looked at my watch. After eleven. "Well, ladies, I
think it's time I go save myself. It has been a
delightful evening with you all." I turned to sweet,
pretty Kim. "And especially you, Miss Kim."
I got up, expecting to let myself out. Kim bounced up
immediately, taking my hand, and then Jenny and Laci got
up too. I led the gang to the door. "I can find the
door, ladies," I said.
Laci laughed, "Yah hear that, Jen? He still calls us
ladies."
Jenny smiled. "You can call us ladies, Tim. We're glad
you joined us. But next time you get to play by Kimberly
Rules. Just so you know."
And I was surprised to have Kim throw arms around my
neck and kiss me lightly on the lips. "Thank you for
sharing your day with me, Tim." And another kiss.
"Tomorrow?"
"Sure, sweetie," I caught myself saying. "But after
nine, okay?"
"Okay. G'nite, babe!"
I don't remember walking home.
I lay in bed after the shower and the shave and while I
was drifting asleep, it was appearing that I'd acquired
a teenage girlfriend. An unusual teenage girlfriend.
Sleep came. Good sleep. Really good sleep, because I
awoke to a ringing, buzzing commotion as my cell phone
tried jitterbugging at the end of its charger cable. I
blinked my eyes, trying to clear then as I reached
around to grab the phone. The clock said 0900. The phone
brought me a smile, because it had a number I didn't'
recognize and when I answered, the voice coming out was
sweet and teenaged and sounded very much like Kim.
"Hi, babe," she said. "Did I wake you up?"
"Uh-huh," I said. "But I usually don't sleep late
anyway."
"I set my alarm for nine," she said. "And when it went
off, I called you. If you come over, we're doin'
breakfast here. Bacon and eggs and hash browns."
"Who's cooking that?" I asked.
"We all are," Kim answered. "Aunt Jenny's a pretty good
cook. Me and Laci, we're helpin'."
"They said that I was invited?"
"Yeah. I won't tell you what else they said." Giggle.
"What else did they say?"
"Ummm, oh well, they said that I shouldn't HAVE to call.
I should just roll over and slap you on the butt."
"Uh..."
"Yeah, that's kinda what I said. Are you comin' over?"
"Yeah. I'll be there. In a few minutes. I need to get
dressed."
Brightly, she answered. "'Kay, babe. See ya in a
minute."
I hoped that weekend morning informal dress would work.
I pulled on a pair of khaki shorts (belted, of course.
Engineer, you know.) a colored, pocketed (that makes it
formal) t-shirt, and shoes with athletic socks. Five
minutes later I was let in the door by Kim in a
nightshirt and ushered into the dining room. "Sit!" she
said.
Jenny's head and shoulder appeared in the kitchen door.
"How do you like your eggs?" She was wearing a football
jersey. I couldn't see what was on the bottom half.
"Over easy works fine."
"Coffee?" came Laci's voice.
"God, yes," I said. "Two sugars. One cream."
Laci came in with a tray. "Do I look like a waitress?"
The tray held mugs of steaming coffee and a sugar bowl
and little pitcher of cream.
I looked. She was wearing a nightshirt, long t-shirt
looking thing that ended at the thigh. It did little to
hide some rounded curves and a nice pair of titties that
despite the absence of a bra, were NOT sagging. In the
back of my mind I was entertaining the thought that she
was actually attractive. I took the offered tray and
doctored my coffee to my taste. I was savoring
caffeinated vapor and sipping when Kim sat a plate of
food in front of me and sat down beside me with her own
plate.
Jenny appeared with plates for herself and Laci. Jenny's
football jersey was all she had on too, and hers ended
slightly below the cheeks of her ass. I breathed deeply.
At least she had panties on.
Kim looked at me. Yes, there were two other women in the
room, women who, had it not been for them being lesbian,
I would have, well, they WERE still attractive. But I
had eyes for Kim. Only.
Kim smiled. "I forgot your orange juice."
"I'm okay, babe," I said.
"Nope. I'll be right back." She came back with four
glasses and a carton of juice. She sat back down, poured
her and me each a cup and scooted her chair closer as we
ate breakfast together. We finished together and as I
sat back, I felt her hand pat my bare knee under the
table. I couldn't let this go unacknowledged. I reached
under the table and squeezed her fingers. She smiled at
me.
We found out that four was entirely too many for the
small kitchen of these apartments. Jenny and Kim shooed
me out. I thanked them for breakfast and went back to my
own apartment. Twenty minutes later there was the
doorbell. I opened it, expecting Kim. It wasn't Kim. It
was Jenny.
"Oh, hi," I said. "Come in."
"Tim, I don't have long, Laci's waiting on me, and Kim's
taking her shower. We need to talk."
"We? About what?"
"Not what," she said, "who. Kim."
"Okay. You've got my attention." I was all ears.
She drew a breath. "Things are strange in my life right
now. Laci an' me, well, we'd be living together, but
she's worried about what it shows Kim. But that's not
the half of it."
"No?"
"No. Kim's never been one to go on about guys. She's
been on two, maybe three dates since she moved in with
me. And then YOU come along. It's like somebody hit her
in the head with a hammer. Tim, don't take this wrong,
but she's thunderstruck. I've heard of it. I might even
believe it, you know, "love at first sight" but maybe
it's fairy tale stuff, too, but you need to know."
"How do you know this?" I asked.
"Every time she's been with me the last two days it's
been "Tim this" and "Tim that" and "He's so nice. Don't
you think he's nice?"
"Look, Jenny. I just met her and you two days ago. I
didn't do anything to encourage her. She's the neatest
girl her age I've ever met. Make that ANY age. She's a
dream for a geek like me. But I'm over twenty years
older than her. I just thought I was somebody
interesting to her, somebody to break the routine."
"So you're saying "no way"? I mean, if she..."
"Oh, I'd love to think it was possible. She's smarter
than smart, and funny and mature and... Do you see how
**I** sound?" I don't know what I was trying to say.
"SO you would...?"
"Hurt her? Never!"
"But what if she looks at you and says, "Tim, I love
you..." Then what, Tim?"
"Then I have a very delicate balance to walk, because
I've already had my heart ripped out by one woman."
"Don't you hurt my Kim, boy. She needs love. Not to be
used. To be LOVED. I sound like I'm trying to convince
you." Jenny's face told me volumes.
"No, Jen," I said. "I was teetering on the edge. I fear
I may have just been pushed over."
"Good. Be good to her. I know where you live."
"Yeah, okay. Can Laci be the best man at our wedding?"
"Oh, shit, Tim! Wait'll I tell her you said that." Jenny
left. I walked back to my recliner. Sat. I hadn't felt
anything like that since I walked off the plane in Iraq.
The doorbell rang again. I opened it, knowing that this
one was Kim. It was. "Okay, babe, what do YOU have in
mind today?"
"D'ya have a problem with a ride around the countryside.
A park maybe. Pretty day. Nature and all that?" She
looked at me, those blue eyes expectant above the
freckles punctuating her cheeks.
I couldn't help but smile. "A brilliant idea. Let me
grab some stuff."
"Uh, what kind of stuff?" She eyed me.
"Babe!" I said. "New car. Nothing in it. We need to have
a FEW things. Tools and such. AND, with the prospect of
sitting in a park somewhere, perhaps a blanket to
protect tender heinies from the immediate contact with
nature..."
Giggle. "You ARE an engineer."
"Yeah. Let's see... I walked up the hall and retrieved
an old blanket. "Here's a blanket that'll work. We can
get the trouble bag out of the truck. I'll but the stuff
to equip another one this week. Let's go, punkin."
"Punkin?" she squealed. "is that a good thing?"
"Everybody loves punkins, babe. Even forty year old
engineers."
Hands wrapped around my biceps as we walked out. When I
got back from the truck with the trouble bag, Kim was
sitting in the driver seat, smiling. "You don't mind if
I drive, do you?"
"To the gas station," I said. "I have a voucher from the
dealer for a tank of gas. And then I drive."
"Oooo-kay..." she feigned a pout. "I never have any
fun."
"Little girl, your life is ALL fun right now. Wait'll
you get into college."
And off we went. At the gas station, I filled us up,
then we drove off with her in the driver seat. She
reached over the console and took my hand. At the
stoplight I looked at her face. That perfect, loving
face. "Loving?"
"Uh, Tim." Little voice. "you don't mind talking to me,
do you?"
"Nope, Kim, you're the easiest person in the world to
talk to. These last two days have been an absolute
blast."
"With me?"
"With you. I wish I was eighteen again. You'd be on my
list for sure."
Her expression got a bit grim. "But since I'm sixteen,
and you're forty, I'm a non-person." her eyes lost the
gleam.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the light changed. "Not
exactly, Kim. Twenty-four years is a lot of age
difference. But there are things that I found out about
you in the last two days that make you so much... but
twenty-four years."
Kim took control. "Tim Duncan. I am an honors student in
high school. I have a 4.0 average in math, and that
includes trig and calculus. I think I can tell you the
difference between sixteen and forty-one. It's twenty-
five. And I could've been a NUN for all I cared about
boys in high school. The smart ones. The cool ones. The
nerds. The geeks. The jocks. I didn't care. I even
dated. A few times.
"D'you know what it's like being a female and going out
with a guy and you want to talk about things like the
space station or current events and you find out that
what your chosen partner for the evening has in mind is
a little exploration of your body? Or "babe, I know
where there's a party, and they got beer an' weed..."?
And that's what passes for MY social life? I even went
on a weekend with a church group. Separate buses for the
boys and the girls. And you should've heard the stories
the girls were tellin' each other. A church group! And
**I** was the ONLY virgin in the bunch."
I listened, driving.
"And so here I am, living with my lesbian aunt, the one
person in my life who treats me like family, and I've
got most of the teachers in school looking upon me
favorably, and life is just a little bit better, and the
YOU walk into my life. It's like somebody whanged me in
the head with a cast iron skillet."
She crossed her arms. Her bottom lip was stuck out. Not
pouting. Determined. She continued. "It's like "Blam!"
and a little voice said, "Kimberly, now that we have
your undivided attention, that guy over there in the
jeans, HE'S the ONE.", and I am wondering what exactly
that takes..."
"What what takes?" I asked.
"Getting it through your terribly intelligent but
apparently clueless skull."
"I think you're doing a pretty good job of it right
now."
The smile came back. A little, anyway.
"Okay," I said. "My turn."
The smile waned. "I'm listening."
And a voice in my head, Jenny's saying "Don't you hurt
my Kim." With that in mind, I asked, "You're in advance
placement classes, right?"
"Yes," she said, cautiously.
"Then you know about terms like forever and infinity and
stuff like that."
A cautious nod.
"Well, let me tell you, Miss Kimberly Elkins, I once
loved a woman and stood in front of friends and family
and declared that love, forever, just like she did.
"Forever" didn't mean the same to her that it did to me.
That liked to have killed me. For real. Had it not been
for some of the friends and family, I would not have
made it. As it was, I did. And when I tried to replace
what was missing, I was treated very shabbily, used, by
women who wanted something when they offered little in
return." I heaved in a breath. "So, Miss Kimberly, what
does LOVE mean to you? And I KNOW you know what forever
is."
Serious-faced Kim looked at me. "Don't you think that
didn't cross my mind? When I graduate from college, I
will be twenty and you will be forty-five. Under present
day actuarial figures WHAT??? "I was playing with a
sixteen year old girl who knew "actuarial"?), you're
pretty much assured, being in good health, of living
until you're eighty, and probably more. Using that math
that you accuse me of knowing, I think we will have
forty good years together. Now, Mister Engineer,
wouldn't you rather have forty good years with the
person you love than forty years without them? I thought
real love wasn't about physical things like looks... and
age."
I couldn't help the smile. "Is this the way that it's
always going to be?"
"Is WHAT the way?"
"You being right all the time."
"Always?" she beamed.
"You're not the only one who can get struck by
lightning. Or a cast iron skillet."
Her eyes brightened. "So do you..."
"Love you? Yes, Kimberly Elkins. I love you."
"I love you too, Tim," the words rushed out. She pulled
my hand to her lips and kissed it.
"Now what, little love?" I asked.
"We had a day planned, didn't we?' She smiled. "Let's do
it."
"So it shall be," I said. Oh, there was still turmoil in
my head. But there was a big spot of thought that was
settled. And very happy. Looking at a smile I would come
to know and savor, apparently so was Kim. My Kim.
We did drive through the countryside, autumn in the Deep
South being different than up north, and a riverside
park provided us a place to spread that blanket out.
I did the spreading. Kim knelt in the middle of it, and
for the first time, I could really LOOK at her without
feelings of guilt or worry that she'd see me looking
longer than was acceptable. Her face turned toward me. A
zephyr blew a wisp of hair across her face and she shook
it back in place with a toss of her head, leaving her
bangs in delicious disarray. Her blue eyes. The slight
smile on her lips. Trusting. She extended her hand.
"Here. Beside me." She said it with serious tone. I
complied.
She got close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
The little kiss last night? Today's was better. Softer,
tentative, yet. She sighed. And kissed, we kissed again.
I barely parted my lips and brushed my tongue across her
lips. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue met
mine. For the first time. Her lips pressed harder and
her tongue explored. Finally we broke with us sighing in
duet.
"Tim," she said, "I hope I don't disappoint you, but
that was my first real kiss. With a grown-up guy. For
real. Not little kids."
"It was the absolute most wonderful kiss I have ever
had, Kim."
"No, you don't have to say that, Tim. I know you've been
with other women. More experienced and all that."
"No, baby, YOU need to understand. You kissed because
YOU wanted to kiss ME, not because you were just with
somebody and you were expected to kiss. And I didn't
think that there was a snowball's chance in hell that
I'd ever get a kiss like that again in my live. No,
Kimberly, your kiss is my rebirth."
She pushed me gently back onto the blanket and smothered
me with little kisses. And I smothered back. She had her
hand on my chest, my neck, her leg insinuated between
mine, and I felt stirrings... Stirrings, hell, I was as
hard as a rock.
Our blanket, though... beautiful fall afternoon in a
public park... we were already on the edge as far as
public display of affection. I caressed her face,
feeling the velvet skin. She pressed her cheek against
my hand, her smile alluring yet demure.
"Tim," she said, " it's not just kissing. I've never...
nothing. Never touched a guy... never been touched. I've
read. And TV and movies and stuff. And listened to other
people talkin'."
"Don't worry, baby," I said. "You're in control. We do
what you want, when you want. If something makes you
nervous, or whatever, you say stop and we'll stop. I'm
not in heat. I am loving my amazing partner."
Another kiss. A hot kiss. "Okay. Let's pick up our
blanket and go back. We can eat an early dinner."
"Okay, love," I said. We stood and I folded the blanket
and with it under one arm, and with her on the other, we
returned to the SUV.
The drive back to town was enriched as we talked about
things like her plans for further education, ("I'm
sixteen. I'm not SURE what I want to do. Major? I am
just not sure.") classes, (I help the teachers in
calculus class and I help out in algebra instead of
doing study hall) and reading (speculative science
fiction.) and I got the feeling with each mile behind us
that this was not just an unusual young girl, but a
UNIQUE young girl.
"So you were in the army?" she asked.
"Yeah. ROTC paid for some of my college. I had to serve
four years when I finished."
"What'd you do in the army?" she asked.
"I was a lieutenant in the combat engineers. Helped
people cross ditches and blew up things."
"Uh... Ohhhhh!"
"Thousands of people in the army, babe. I was just one
of 'em."
"And you used to run around the country building
things?"
"Yes, baby. It's one way an engineer can earn a living.
If you're good at it, people will come looking for you
with good money in their hands. But living on the road
gets old after a while. So I got a job at the plant
across the river. And then I rented an apartment..."
Giggle. "That's almost as good as "Once upon a time",
babe" she said. Apparently I wasn't going to be given
use of my right hand, because she was holding it for all
she was worth.
Easing back into town, she said, "Uh. Babe, can we just
do a hamburger for supper?"
"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want."
"A burger. And then home." And that sounded pretty
definitive.
Home. A two bedroom apartment. The abode of a single
guy, forty, well, forty-one, actually, who when he
signed the lease had a pretty solid plan for a life a
semi-solitude. And that guy, me, was walking in the
front door with a sixteen-year old girl holding his
hand.
If I was your typical lecher, I guess I'd have been
thinking I'd hit the jackpot, but that wasn't me. I was
really more scared and nervous than I'd ever been in my
life. My long-departed wife and I, neither one of us had
been virgins, innocent, when we met and merged and
eventually married. My own virginity had disappeared at
seventeen in one of those blurs of a little purloined
alcohol and a few friends including the proverbial
"experienced" girl to whom I was just another
interesting and different dick for the evening.
And here I was with this complex set of characteristics
that was Kim. And she'd told me she was a virgin, and
her aunt had told me that she was inexperienced with
dating, much less being in love, and I had no idea as to
how this was all supposed to work. I'm an engineer.
Materials and forces all follow established laws. I can
take a piece of copper and from a few measurements I can
determine how much electricity will pass through it
before it gets too hot, and how much more before it will
fail. But this wasn't a material, this was Kim, and on
the third day since we'd met, the last thing I wanted
was to hurt her in any way.
She'd said "love" and I wanted to be her source of love
and happiness and good feelings and laughter. That
quirky smile of hers? I wanted that to be MY smile. Her
laughter? I wanted it to be MINE. Those clear blue eyes?
I wanted to wake and see them as the first image in my
day. When she grinned and the corners of her eyes
crinkled, I wanted that to be mine. So I was scared as I
pushed the key into the lock. I let her into the door
ahead of me and shut it behind me.
She reached around and turned the deadbolt. Then she
pushed ME back against the door and I was glad for her
height because I just tilted my face down for my lips to
meet hers and her arms wrapped me and all I could do was
reciprocate, my right hand on her shoulder and my left
on her waist, and she insinuated her body against me.
"Tim," she sighed, her lips inches from mine, "I don't
know if this is gonna work."
Horror coursed through my veins.
And she grinned, "I mean, we're "Tim 'n' Kim." That's
just too contrived for me to imagine. I don't know if I
can stand it..." It was an evil grin.
"I'm going to the courthouse tomorrow and change my name
to Beauregard, you little beast. Or we change yours to
Heloise."
Smirk. Giggle. "Nah. "Tim 'n' Kim sounds okay." Another
kiss. Twinkly eyes. And a grin. "Babe, your face gives
you away. Remind me never to let you play poker with me
an' Aunt Jenny and Laci. They'll clean you out."
"You took advantage, babe! Here I was, all caught up in
the moment, tenderly kissing the love of my live and she
pulls horrid tricks on me."
Another kiss. "Does that make it better, babe?" she
asked.
"It may take several." I said, over-acting, to her
delight.
"Let's see if I know how to fix it, then." She smiled.
"There's something you do that I want to see you do
today."
"What?" My mind was running fast through a stack of
possibilities and none of them were coming up as likely.
"Yesterday you sat in your recliner while we were
talking. Go sit!"
That one hadn't even been on the list. I sat and tilted
back.
"I hope that thing can hold both of us," she giggled,
sitting on the arm and then sliding back into my lap.
What do you think I'd do? I wrapped her in my arms and
kissed her.
She cooed in my ear, "I wanted to just jump in your lap
yesterday."
"You'd've given me a heart attack, babe."
Giggle. "I know. But I thought about it. Wanted to."
I said, "But, babe, you'd just met me the day before."
"Yeah," she said. "I know. My head was still ringing
from that skillet. And helping you Saturday, putting
your stuff tougher, straightening up stuff, every time
I... It was like turning over a rock, and there's a gold
coin. And another rock, and another coin. And another
rock..."
Conversation was punctuated with kisses. My hands
caressed her back and shoulders and I ran my fingers
through that sassy brown hair and let my fingertips
tickle the back of her neck. She purred. "Mmmmm, gosh,
Tim, I feel like I'm SUPPOSED to be here."
"You are, babe." Her shirt had ridden up a little,
exposing her waist above her shorts. And my hand touched
velvet, warm skin. "You feel good to me, too." And she
was caressing my face with one hand as we kissed, the
other cradling my head.
Another purr. "mmmmm... I knew when you touched me it
would feel like this..." our lips met and she purred as
we kissed, her tongue touching, exploring my own.
And I had a problem. Not a particularly BIG problem,
just a "middle of the Gaussian distribution" six inches,
but those six inches wanted to be straight, and they
weren't. I kept trying to push the discomfort out of my
mind, but five feet eight inches and a hundred and forty
pounds of sixteen-year old curled in my lap kissing me
was making sure that the problem wouldn't go away. I
couldn't stand it any longer. Finally, I said, "Babe, I
hate to ask, but could you get up for a second..."
She started to maneuver off my lap. "I knew it. I'm too
big..."
"Oh, god, no, sweetie... I need to move."
Her eyes saw the part the needed moving and widened
perceptibly. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I
told you, I don't know ANYTHING. I wasn't thinking..."
"Neither was it," I said. "It just reacts."
"That's not an "it", that's a "he"," she said. "And I...
Tim, I've never kissed a guy, much less sat on his lap
like we're doing... I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," I said, standing. I turned away and
adjusted it so it was pointed in a direction that made
it happier, and the activity and the change in
conversation and the absence of the soft roundness of
Kim's bottom in my lap, well, it lost a lot of urgency.
Still, I left it pointed up, semi-hard, and I sat back
down.
Kim's eyes. A little smile. "I did that..."
"Yes, undeniably, you did that. "That" doesn't do that
by itself." I said.
"Is it okay? Can I?"
I held my arms out for her to resume her place on my
lap.
"I'll be careful," she said, returning to my arms.
"That has nothing to do with you being careful, cutie.
It is almost a reflex, a reaction to a beautiful, happy
female in my arms, and you are the most beautiful, and I
hope, very happy."
Kiss. Long kiss. And a sigh. "Very happy."
"Good," I said. "I am too."
She looked into my eyes. "I think you're blind, though."
"Blind? Not me... why?"
"You keep saying I'm beautiful."
"Little one," I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the
end of her slightly upturned nose, "you are beautiful.
You're tall, well-proportioned, you have beautiful eyes,
a smile that would melt stones, that beautiful head of
hair, freckles that demand to be respected, lips to die
for... beauty that requires no artificial enhancement.
Yes, I think you're beautiful. And I love you. But it
thought you were beautiful when I saw you standing on
the sidewalk Friday with your arms crossed."
"Arms crossed... I don't... I'm not... my titties aren't
big. Guys like big ones."
"I must admit that some guys do. I... wait, remember who
said that real love wasn't about physical things like
looks?"
"Yeah, but..." she stuttered.
"No buts. But since you brought the subject up, I think
you're absolutely perfect. In every way. Nothing I'd
change, even if I could."
"Are you sure?"
I kissed her as an answer. I felt her hand on my chest,
touching, exploring, then moving up to caress my neck.
"Babe, your shirt..." her forehead was touching mine,
our eyes locked.
"My shirt?" I whispered.
"Take it off. It's not a big deal for guys..."
How innocent my Kim was. Yes, it was no big deal, if we
were talking about swimming or lounging around the pool.
We'd done that. She knew what my chest looked like, and
she knew that I wasn't smooth-chested. But she asked.
And sat back to clear me room to pull my shirt up over
my head. The hand that was simply soothing and arousing
a dreamy way a minute before was like lightning when she
touched my bare chest. It was my turn to purr. "mmmmm,"
I moaned softly.
"You like this, baby?" she asked.
"Your touch... it's like cool fire... it's been so long
since I was touched... and you touch me, and it's like I
was NEVER touched before..."
She leaned forward to put her lips against mine, her
hand exploring my chest. She covered my breast with her
hand and gripped, squeezed, then released, her fingers
dragging to land her fingertips on my nipple. I
shuddered.
"You like that, hmmmm?"
'Yesssss," I hissed.
"If I keep doing stuff like this... I'm not being fair,
am I?"
"Fair has nothing to do with anything. Your touch is
electric, Kim."
"Babe, I love you. You have to KNOW I do..."
"And?" I asked.
"And, well, I'm... Tim, you're going to be my first, my
only. But it's not going to be tonight."
"Babe, I don't care. I'm not trying to get in your
pants. I want in your heart."
"You're in there, babe. Timothy Duncan, you ARE there."
Kiss.
I said, "I want to be in YOUR head."
"There, too." Another kiss. And a sigh, a little
exasperated. "But you've fallen in love with a girl
who's having a stupid period."
"All things in due time, dearest," I said, kissing her
with little kisses across her cheeks and nose. "You are
my precious angel, and you get to say if, or when..."
"You haven't tried..." she said.
"I want you, baby. What red-blooded man wouldn't. But I
want you because you want me, not because I sweet-talked
you or put a guilt trip on you or got you drunk or high
or whatever. And kissing you, caressing you, having you
in my arms, you've brought things back to life that have
been dead for years."
She took my hand and pressed its palm against her
breast. I felt firm sweet flesh.
"These are yours, too, babe. I... touch me." She pulled
her shirt off, then started to unfasten her bra.
"No, let me," I said. She eased forward into my arms and
I unhooked two hooks. She shrugged it off and dropped it
beside the chair, sitting back.
I saw perfect "B" cups. Pink areoles, less than an inch
in diameter. Nipples were perked up like pink pencil
erasers. I touched, letting my fingers savor the feeling
of this young girl's beauty. My fingers touched her
nipples and she shuddered. Then smiled. "I did that to
you? No wonder you jumped."
"You're beautiful. These are perfection." I bent forward
as she looked, almost in disbelief. My lips closed over
her left nipple. Her hands went to my head. The thought
crossed my mind that perhaps this was further than she
was willing to go, but that thought went away as her
hands pulled me into her chest. And when I used my
tongue...
"Mmmmnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, oh, Tim! Ohhhhhh... I... Ohhhhhhh!"
and she did pull my head back, replacing her nipple with
her mouth.
"Babe..." she said, breaking the kiss. "I want you. But
not tonigh.."
"I want you too. And we better slow down."
"Oh, god, I don't want to..." she sighed heavily. "Damn
period. Baby, I... I didn't mean, to, you know... tease
you."
I sighed. I was more erect than I can ever remember. And
she kissed me and it was okay.
"Can we just go this far?" she asked. Her eyes were
honest.
"As far as you want to go," I said. As I said it, I ran
m hands across her bare back, my fingers savoring the
feel of her smooth skin, healthy, soft, and her
reactions were purrs as she lay her head on my shoulder,
melting into me.
Her hand curved up to let her run her fingers through my
short hair, toying with it as we breathed in unison.
Then her fingers stiffened and she turned my head and
her face rose to kiss me.
"You touch me and make me feel loved," she said.
"That's because I love you," I said, pushing my lips
through the soft sleekness of her hair.
"You know, even though I'm having a stupid period, we
could, uh, take our pants off, she said. "Get us a
little closer together."
I mulled this thought over for about a second and a
half. "I could feel those pretty legs against mine," I
said.
She reacted by standing up and unfastening her jeans,
all the while staring at me. The zipper came down and
she spread them and eased them down past her hips,
revealing pink hip-hugger panties. God, I wanted her...
A sexy wiggle and those jeans collected at her ankles
and she stepped out. "Your turn," she smiled.
I stood and she took my place sitting in my recliner,
watching. I unbuckled my belt and popped the button on
my own jeans, then unzipped. I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband. "Last chance before they go down, babe," I
said.
"Oh, Tim, I'm sitting here in my panties in your living
room." She stuck her tongue out at me.
I slid my jeans down and stepped out of them, my own
briefs tented out from a tremendous erection. Yes, they
were briefs, but at least they weren't white. Royal
blue.
"Come closer," she said.
My mind ran through several possible results of obeying,
and all of them were good. I stepped up to stand in
front of her. She looked up at me. Her hands reached out
and touched my chest, her fingers curling in the hair
there. Her fingers straightened and she drew in a
breath. I did, too... Oxygenation. I might just need it.
Her hands slid down my chest onto my stomach.
"You're my guy now, aren't you, Tim?" she asked, her
cool blue eyes connecting with mine. "Mine. Like in
happily ever after?"
"Like in forever. And you and I will work out the
"happy" together."
Her hands slid down until the heel s of her palms was
resting on the elastic band of my briefs.
Oxygen! My brain needed it! I breathed again. Her hands
traveled away from my belly around my waist and gently
pulled me closer. I eased forward. The tent in my briefs
was mere inches from her mouth and I could feel her
breath, even through the cloth. Her hands slid further
back and she slid them down, cupping my ass. My knees
were quivering as her fingers touched me through the
fabric. She let them explore my butt. I've never had a
woman actually explore my ass, but it was being done now
as our eyes stayed connected.
Her tongue licked her slightly open lips as her thumbs
hooked into the elastic waistband on either side of my
spine and pulled down. I felt the air hit bare skin on
my butt. This was the last chance I'd have. I put my
hands on the sides of that pretty face and squatted in
front of her and kissed her.
"Baby, are you sure? I don't do this for fun."
"I love you, Tim," she said. "Let me... Stand up."
I resumed standing. She dragged my briefs down under the
cheeks of my ass, then her fingers followed the elastic
around to the front. My hard prod was preventing the
briefs from sliding down easily. Her fingers tugged the
waistband away from my belly and then down, freeing my
dick, its circumcised head purplish and exuding a tiny
wetness of lubricant.
Her eyes left mine. They were fixed on my throbbing
hardness. She paused for a second and then finished
pulling my briefs down past my thighs. They feel around
my ankles. I didn't dare move for fear of breaking a
fragile moment. Her eyes turned back up to my face.
"I... Tim, I've never... never seen a guy's... when I
wanted to LOOK. And touch... "
"Oh, my baby, Kim..." I got ready for my knees to give
up completely because I saw her fingers start towards my
erection. The first touch has less physical impact than
a butterfly landing on a rose, but lightning coursed
through me.
She curled her fingers around it, being drawn by her
natural curiosity. A tentative squeeze gave me yet
another chance to overcome collapse. Her hand loosened
and she moved it and discovered the outer skin sliding
over the hard shaft beneath it. And then her other hand
joined the first, the fingertips of that hand tracing,
testing the purple helmet throbbing before her. She
noticed my shudder this time.
"Are you okay, babe?" she asked, her eyes reading my
face.
"Uh-huh," I managed to utter.
"Would it be easier if you... we got in bed?" Her eyes
twinkled. "Then I won't worry about you shaking every
time I touch you."
I nodded and she popped up out of the chair, herself
nude except for those pink panties, her proud young
breasts defying gravity in their sassy swell. She took
me by the hand and led me towards the bed. She turned
down the covers and knelt in the middle, patting the
clean sheets in front of her. "Lay down," she commanded.
I complied. She crawled over me her breasts pressing
into my chest, her pink hard nipples punctuating the
feelings surrounding a passionate kiss. Those long legs
spread to the outside of my own and I felt her panty-
clad mons rub a path over my dick. I moaned. She moaned,
too, grinding that soft mound into me.
"It's gonna be good for us, babe," she said. "It is."
I couldn't do much more than groan. She rolled sideways
off me.
"I can't believe it's so hard, babe. When I do this."
her hand stroked gently over the head and down the
length of the shaft, "Does it feel good? I'm... I don't
KNOW. I've heard, but I never..."
"It feels wonderful, baby," I said. "You've got me so
excited."
"Like in orgasm, like they told us about in sex ed?"
"Like that, babe. If you do that much longer, it's gonna
squirt all over..."
The curiosity on her face mixed with mischief. Kim was
making me VERY happy and this was exciting to her.
"This?" she asked, her hand playing over my dick.
She was obviously not experienced, but the joy of me
sharing in her discovery had me aroused far past
anything I'd ever experienced before. "Oh, yeah. Just a
light grip and slide the skin up and down."
And her fingers of her other hand found my balls, and
tickled and I lost it. "Unnghhh!" I grunted as the first
spurt leapt from my dick, launched to parts unknown.
"Eek! Now what?" she squealed.
I took her hand with mine and pressed her fingers around
me and milked in time to augment the second surge which
landed over my shoulder on the sheets. The third and
fourth ended up on my chest and belly and then
subsequent, at least seven, surged out and over our
hands together. I collapsed back onto the pillow.
"Wow! Is it always like that?" she giggled.
"No, little one, it's NEVER been like that. You move me
to new heights."
Chapter Four
"You're sweet," she said, still holding my dick, but
moving up to kiss me. She looked at her hand, fingers
covered with semen. "It's slick," she said, fondling my
softening dick. I could barely stand the intensity of
the feelings caused by her slippery fingers . She kissed
me again, a quick peck, one I would come to know as a
precursor to a question.
"Blowjobs," she said.
"Blowjobs?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've heard about 'em. Lots of girls do 'em. Seems
like something guys like."
"Yeah, I can't think of a guy who DOESN'T like being
tended to by a willing mouth," I said.
She giggled. "I don't know how many of those girls were
THAT willing. I mean, they DID it, but some of 'em
didn't sound like they LIKED doing it."
"Some girls do, some don't," I said matter-of-factly.
"And the term "blowjob" sounds sort of coarse to my
ear."
"I know," she said. Her fingertip was playing idly in a
glob of cum on my belly. "But some girls... uh, the guy
does THIS in their mouth?"
"Yeah, some do. Some don't."
"And some of 'em swallow this?" she looked at me with
questioning eyes.
"Yes, some do. I've heard of women who'd let the guy
come in their mouth, then they'd spit it out, too. And
some women would suck on a guy but pull away when he got
ready to come."
Her fingertip pulled out of the puddle she was playing
in and went directly to her mouth. Her eyes took a
twinkle and she smiled around the finger, pulling it out
of her lips in a flourish to scoop up another sample.
"You're gonna do this in my mouth, babe."
I gasped as she twirled around and sucked my cummy soft
dick into her mouth.
"I can't believe you just did that, Kim."
"Did you not want me to?"
"Oh, god, no... I wanted you to do EVERYTHING to me. But
I... today was the first time we kissed."
"Was the first time we said we loved each other, too."
"And I meant it, baby."
"Uh, the YOU love me, and I love YOU, and this is part
of the way people who love each other share part of
their love, huh?"
"Yes, it is. I never could separate this from the rest.
That's why I was the way I've been. Until I met Kim."
She smiled. "Then what I just did to you, it was okay?"
My dick was hardening in her hand. "Yes, it IS okay. I
belong to you. ALL of me. Even that part."
Giggle. "It's getting hard in my HAND. But sucking on
it? I did that right?"
"You couldn't do it wrong, little girl."
Her head bobbed down, her hair swinging at her chin, and
I watched the first two inches of my dick disappear in
her mouth for a long, vacuuming suck. As she released
me, her tongue accompanied the head out of her mouth.
"Come here, babe," I said, tugging her up to bring her
face to mine. I kissed her. "You're the single most
incredibly desirable woman in the world."
"Even on my period?" she asked?
"You start off being sexy in here," I said, kissing her
forehead. "And then you have a perfect body... and
you're, uh... YOU!"
She let go of my dick to give me a two-armed hug. "If
you get me this excited today, give me a couple of days
when I finish this period..." and a smother of kisses,
then she remembered a new toy. A toy that was hard and
happily waiting to be played with.
Giggle. "It likes ME!" And I felt wonderful, moist
warmth and suction. "Mmmmmm" from her throat
reverberated through my body. Her head popped up and she
smiled at me, the head of my dick resting against her
bottom lip. "Can I bite?"
"It's yours. Bite. Just not too hard. And don't do much
more than drag your teeth across the head. It's VERY
sensitive," I instructed.
"How hard?" she questioned.
"Come up here. Let me show you." I pulled her up and
bent down to kiss a nipple. Her hand clasped me to her
breast. I sucked and tongued it.
"Mmmm, that's good..."
I bit lightly. "How about that?"
"That's good, too..."
"Harder?"
"Mmmm-hmm."
I did a little harder until I felt a flutter of her
fingers on the back of my head. "Like that," I said. And
gave her other nipple a lingering sucking.
"Uhhhhh... got it." And she went down on me and
practiced her new knowledge. And her tongue played with
my balls.
"Gentle with those," I cautioned. "The ball is very
sensitive to excessive pressure or suction."
So she had to experiment. I only suffered a couple of
twinges as she learned her limits and giggled, her lips
open, a bit of my scrotum skin lightly held between her
pearly white teeth. "This is FUN!" she giggled. Then she
moved up slightly and tilted my dick to her waiting
mouth. "But this thing is MADE for me to suck on." And
she sucked. And her quick mind tied the sucking with
what she'd just discovered about sliding her hand up and
down my shaft and in a matter of a few happy minutes I
was headed to my second orgasm.
"Babe," I said, "you've got me VERY close."
"I can tell," she said, barely pulling her mouth away
from me. "It keeps givin' me this salty stuff." Her head
dipped back down. Long suck. Teeth. Tongue.
I stroked her pretty head.
"I want you, bad, babe," she said.
"Close! I'm so close!" I gasped. I stroked her head. I
didn't push her or hold her in place, just touched her
in gratitude for the eruption she was raising in me.
"Mmmmm," was the response. Somewhere she managed to get
her free hand under my balls and her fingers tickled
under my sack, then gently tugged and squeezed.
"Nnnghhhhhh! Yessss!" I surged my hips up into her
hungry mouth.
"Mmmpphhh..." The first spurt hit her mouth. I felt her
tongue press as she swallowed. A second, then a third,
and then she swallowed again, and then sucked me gently
and slowly, draining every drop from me. I was
collapsed, almost unable to move, when she finally let
my softened dick fall gently from her mouth.
She planted a final kiss on it. Then she crawled up atop
me and kissed me on the mouth, I put my hand behind her
head and trapped her lips against mine, our tongues
wrestling each other, tasting a new taste in her mouth,
traces of my own semen.
She rolled sideways off me and I rolled to keep her in
my arms. Her eyes were bright, laughing, joyous. "I made
you feel good?" she asked.
"Very good. Especially that part where I returned from a
parallel universe," I said. "I love you, Kim."
"I love you too, Tim." She sighed. "But as much as I'd
love to stay here in your arms all night, Aunt Jenny's
going to be expecting me."
"I guess I have to let you go then," I said.
"It won't always be like that. I need to get her to
understand some things."
"She probably understands more things than you think,
baby," I said. I was going to tell her more but thought
the better of it. "If she's in love with Laci, then she
knows what you're feeling..."
"I think so, but still, she's been very protective of
me. And I can't just all of a sudden spend the night
over here. How'd you say it? "In due time?" Then in due
time."
We spend another half-hour in each other's arms before
reluctantly getting up. I kissed her with each article
of clothing she put on. I got dressed. I walked her
home, two doors down. The lights were out.
"I'll let myself in, babe," she said. And she kissed me
good night, a demure, innocent looking kiss, belying the
fact that a mere hour before she had devoured me.
I went home and showered and when I hit the bed, I
suffered a feeling of loneliness that I hadn't felt in
years. And I slept. And got up on Monday morning and
went to work. And for the first time in years I kept
pausing during the day. No, I wasn't reliving a sex act.
I was envisioning that almost blonde hair, those bright
blue eyes, that smile, the little hitch, almost a skip,
when she started walking, the feel of her hand in mine.
I had no doubt. I was in love.
Eleven o'clock. I was in my office with a stack of
invoices to sign and my phone rang. Outside number.
"XYZCorp. Tim Duncan. Can I help you?"
Female voice on the other end. "MISTER Tim Duncan, you
can tell me what you did to my sixteen year old niece."
Jenny.
"Uh..."
Laugh. "Don't head for the state line. I don't want to
know. I just wanted to tell you that her feet were six
inches off the floor when she came to breakfast this
morning, and she had a big smile on her face."
"Uh..."
"You told her?" Jenny asked.
"Told her what?" I stammered.
"That you LOVE her... Damn! Don't be dense, Tim."
"Yes, that particular phrase was repeated in both
directions," I said.
"But she came home last night."
"You have a special girl for a niece, Jenny. First, she
said that she wasn't going to just pop something like
spending the night at my house on you without talking to
you. She thinks the world of you. And second, she had no
school clothes. But that second one, that's just my
guess. All she told me was the first one."
"She's quite a kid."
"She's an amazing person, and I fell for her head over
heels. I hope..."
"Tim, Tim... she won't hurt you. She needs you. I'm
glad... you two found each other."
"Jen," I said. "Don't tell her we had this talk. Let her
break the news. And just so you know, she is still a
virgin."
"Tim, she's on her period."
"I know. I don't think I could've stopped her... us...
if she wasn't." I knew that had she NOT been
menstruating, and had wanted to give herself to me, I
don't think I could've turned her down.
"Yeah..." said Jenny. "I believe you."
"Jen," I said, "I'm not a lech or a horn-dog or
whatever. I really think that if she'd have wanted a
friendship I could've done that. But she LOVES me... and
I LOVE her..."
"I understand love, Tim," Jenny admitted. "Even us
Lebanese."
"Jen!"
"Just jerking your chain, Tim."
"Then the game is on, Jen..."
"Oh, yeah. You. Her. It's gonna be a great game. Look, I
supposed I'll see you some time this evening. Take care.
And take care of my Kimberly."
"She's my soul, Jenny," I said.
"I believe you, Tim. Bye, now."
"Bye, Jen. And thanks for calling."
I was out the gate right after four, headed home. As I
walked from the parking lot to my apartment, Kim's door
opened and she walked beside me, taking my hand.
"That's the answer to the first question," I said.
"Question?" she asked.
"Yeah, all day I kept wondering if you went home and
thought about yesterday and decided "Huge mistake!"
"Mistake? That I found the love of my life? Not hardly."
I looked at her hand. It was carrying her swimsuit. "So
you're up for a swim?"
"You bet, babe."
I unlocked my front door. We barely got inside when her
foot kicked it closed behind us and she threw her arms
around my neck. My own arms wrapped her chest, pulling
us together and out mouths merged. "This is the longest
day on the job that I can remember. I wanted to get home
to my Kim."
"I was the same way. It's a good thing that they're not
teaching something I don't know, because I spent the day
reliving yesterday." Her eyes laughed before the giggle
left her lips. "And last night."
She was unbuttoning her blouse. I took this as assign
that it was time to get changed. We got changed. But
there was this liiiiiittle interlude between completely
naked and swim suited up.
We did thirty minutes at the pool. We got out and walked
back to the apartments, holding hands. "Babe," she said,
"I need to talk with Aunt Jenny by myself for a little
while. Then I can come over, or you can come over to our
house." She paused and grinned. "I'm thinking, YOUR
house."
"Kim, little love, let's be careful that we don't put
off your Aunt Jenny. Why don't you call me when you
finish talking with her and let's spend a little time
there. We need to. Looks respectable. We'll have OUR
time."
"You're right, you know..." I let her go in, and walked
to my apartment, showered, shaved, and dressed. And
waited. The phone rang. Jenny's house. "This is Tim," I
said.
"Come on over, babe," Kim said."
"I'll be right there." I grabbed my keys and headed
over. Kim was standing in the door waiting. She closed
the door behind me and then threw her arms around my
neck and kissed me. I clasped her to me gently.
Jenny snorted. "And here I was, being all restrained and
everything, with Laci..." She laughed, then looked at
me. "Kim tells me that you and her are, in her words,
"totally, unbelievably, incontrovertibly in love with
each other" and the duration has something to do with
universes and tiny black cinders."
"Pretty much sums it up, as far as I'm concerned." Kim's
smile was priceless.
"AND, it seems that she thinks that she should be
allowed to spend the night at your house."
"I would like nothing more, but I would rather not
offend her aunt, who is the OTHER greatest person in her
life."
Jenny smiled, saying, "Look, I know what she came out
of, and I'm just happy she's not sellin' her ass for
meth. She's a rare, unique, and wonderful creature and
I'm inclined to believe that she knows best what she
wants and needs in her life. So I told her that if YOU
accepted it, she was free to be her own woman." She
paused, looking at Kim. "And I told her that she wasn't
dealing with just HER feelings, that yours were also on
the line her, and that she better understand that fact."
"Aunt Jen," Kim said, "This is US. He cares. I care. He
loves. I love. And we belong together." She took a
breath and said, just barely audible, " forever."
Jenny smiled. "Then you spend the night there. Tonight.
Any night. All of them."
Kim hugged her aunt. "Aunt Jenny, I... Uh... I
appreciate everything you've done for me. I love you,
you know. You've been a mom to me..."
Jenny had teary eyes. "Babe, I know. I won't ever give
birth, but you're my daughter, too..."
Kim came and stood by me. "I'm his wife now, Aunt
Jenny..."
Jenny looked at me. "She's serious, Tim. I know her
"serious" look."
"I'm just as serious as she is, Jen," I said. I raised
my arm and Kim stepped against me. I put my arm around
her waist. She reached across and held my hand.
"Then good luck. You know, you're both... oh, you fit
together..." Jenny smiled. "Kim, don't forget me. I like
having you around. Really."
"I won't forget, Aunt Jenny. Don't be ridiculous. We
live in the same building. We'll visit. Play games.
Watch movies. You know..."
"Thank you ,baby," Jenny said.
It was at that tender moment that the front door opened
and Laci walked in, jean-clad, man's work-shirt in lieu
of a more feminine blouse. "Hi," she said, then surveyed
the scene. "Something up?"
Jenny said, "You bet. These two are in love and say
they're getting married."
"Can they do that? I mean, like, Kim's only sixteen."
Jenny said, "I know that stuff. I see enough kids in my
high school classes to have to know the laws. In this
state, sixteen, with parent or guardian's signature. And
that's me, all legal..."
"You'd do that, Aunt Jen?" squeaked Kim.
"Yes, I suppose I would. You got to a public school. You
know how many girls your age get pregnant and have
babies or go off and have abortions." Jenny turned to
Laci. "Babe, Little Miss Soon to Be Bride Kim said that
her betrothed husband to be has requested that YOU be
the Best Man."
My heart skipped beats. I'd never made a big deal out of
Jen and Laci's sexual orientation, and her I was,
exposed by my sweetheart for one off the cuff smart-
assed remark. I never wanted to hurt either Jen or Laci.
I sucked in a breath, waiting for the reaction.
It came on the wings of Laci's tittering giggle. She
came up to me and threw arms around my neck.
"'Scuse me, Miss Kim." Laci kissed me. "I'll be your
best man. And if you want, me an' Jenny will do your
bachelor party." Then she let go of my neck.
Kim giggled. "I wouldn't take her up on that bachelor
party thing, baby."
Laci sidled up next to Jenny, who replicated my arm
around Kim. Laci said, "I told Jen the other night that
you two shared a common soul. I know these things..."
"She did," Jen said. "And I pretty much agree. So when's
this gonna happen?"
Kim rescued me from answering that one. "We'll get back
to you on that one. But get ready. It's gonna happen."
She started pushing me towards the door. "We need to get
some food, babe!" The over her shoulder, "You guys can
come with us..."
"Yeah," I said, "since we're, like, FAMILY!"
Laci turned her face to Jen. "What'd'ya think, love?"
"We'll take my car. Let the lovebirds take his."
Laci feigned sadness. "B-but I thought WE were the
lovebirds. Didn't we USED to be the lovebirds?"
"Honeymoon can't last forever, Laci," I said.
Kim hauled my face down to hers, kissed me, and
whispered, "Yes it can..." and then she pushed me out
the door.
Laci and Jenny followed and a few choices of restaurant
passed back and forth between the two couples before we
got to the parking lot. Kim and I followed Laci and
Jenny out of the parking lot and onto the road. Kim was
playing her fingers on my neck until I freed up my right
hand from driving, then her hand took mine.
"Babe, tell me one more time... forever?"
"Yes, forever." I knew deep down inside.
"We're getting married, then..." she said.
"Yes. Inevitable, babe. So, when?"
Silly me. I thought she'd have to give it some thought.
I was wrong.
"The Saturday before Thanksgiving. Gives me a week out
of school, and..."
"And I have vacation scheduled already."
"I know" she said. "I looked at the calendar on your
kitchen wall."
"I should've known." I laughed, shaking my head.
"What?" Kim questioned, her blue eyes on me.
"That you'd have a plan in place."
"I... uh, is that too soon?"
"Nope. I already made my mind up. As far as I'm
concerned, it's a mere formality. I will love you
forever, and I will never touch another woman..."
"Except if Laci wants another kiss?"
"You've got a horrible mean streak, you know..."
She giggled. "Did she surprise you, babe?"
"Uh... Yeah. I was worried about me making fun of her,
about that "best man" thing. She caught me off guard."
"Uh, I've known Laci for two years. As long as I've
lived with Aunt Jenny. I KNEW how she'd react! And she's
kissed ME like that before, too! Yours are better."
"So are yours, sweet one!"
Our little gang made a credible run on a Tex-Mex
restaurant. It was a pleasant conversation and good food
and then there was the trip home.
"You look nervous, babe," I said.
"I am, a little."
"Why?" I asked.
"Suppose we don't work together, you know, sleeping? I
haven't slept with anybody in, like my WHOLE life.
Except for the odd friend sleeping over."
"That, sweetness, is the silliest thing I have ever
heard. First, two people WILL likely have a little
unfamiliarity at first. Second, I don't think we're
going to have a problem at all. Third, we have a big
bed, so there's plenty of room. So stop worrying. But
babe, it doesn't have to happen if you don't want it to
happen. I love you. No pressure. No hurry. I'm not going
anywhere..."
She smiled. "But what do YOU want?"
I had one word: "You." And then, "I love having you in
my arms. Seeing you. Touching you. Being in the same
room with you."
"Oh, that helps me make a decision," she smirked.
"What? You asked. I answered honestly. I love you. If we
stayed awake all night talking, I know you're fun and
interesting to talk with. Or anything else. So sleeping?
I mean, really just sleeping? That means I get to spend
time being very close to my best friend who is also the
girl I love." I glanced at her and then stared at the
road.
I felt a hand touch my arm. "Just so you know, Mister
Engineer, it is not uncommon for a person to have some
trepidation in the face of a milestone in one's life. It
is also helpful in these situations to verbalize one's
concerns with a trusted friend." She smirked and gave a
little chuckle. "And I have gone through those stages
and arrived at the stage wherein I shall proceed into
the future with confidence. So Mister Tim Duncan, you
need to get used to the presence of another person in
your bed."
Then a little laugh. "I love you, babe. There's no force
on this earth that would keep me out of your bed
tonight."
"OUR bed," I corrected. "Tim 'n' Kim, right?"
Giggle. "Nope. Beauregard 'n' Heloise" Smirk. Kiss.
We parked the SUV and walked to the apartments. She went
into Jenny's and came out with a duffle bag. "Clothes
for the morning. I'll move some of my stuff over
tomorrow after school."
"I'll help, babe!"
"I know you will. So will Aunt Jenny."
I unlocked the front door and my Kim walked into her new
home. OUR home. I reached out and gathered her into my
arms. Her lips met mine. We kissed for long moments.
When our lips broke away, she whispered, "MY home, babe.
US!"
"Yes, it is, sweetness." I reached over to the key rack.
"You'll need keys to your house, won't you?"
"Yep. I get home from school before you get home from
work."
"Speaking of work... Homework?" I asked.
"You're kidding, right?" she sounded incredulous.
"Hey, it could happen. We need to be responsible."
She put a hand on her hip. "Babe, right now, I could
probably test out of classes for the rest of the year.
My teachers know this. And you do too, right?"
"I hear you say it." I shook my head.
She laughed. "Babe, I appreciate you worrying. But I
don't have homework. And I need a shower. So that means
I have a question."
"Question?"
"Yeah," she said. "I want to shower with you. I think it
would be wonderfully sexy. But not tonight. I'm still on
my period. It oughtta be tapering off tomorrow. But
tonight I need to shower by myself. I'm sorry. Okay?"
"Of course, sweetie."
"I'll take my shower and get out and you can take yours
while I dry my hair. Then we can watch TV or whatever.
Okay?"
"Okay." I realized I was being "managed" quite handily.
And I loved it. So while she was showering, I puttered
around the house, straightening up the kitchen. I heard
the shower stop, a pause, and then the sound of a hair
dryer. I went to the bathroom. There she was, naked,
except for pink hip-hugger panties, drying her hair.
She caught the motion as I entered the bathroom and
turned off the dryer. "Well," she said.
"Well, what?"
"Well, are you gonna shower with your clothes on?" And
she grinned.
"Nope." I started undressing. Finishing, I stood up,
naked, in front of her.
"C'mere, babe," she said, beckoning me with her open
arms. I approached her and she stood and our bodies
molded together. I stroked the back of her head, her
hair still slightly damp, fragrant from the shampoo. Her
skin was clean, silky to the touch, as my hands slid
down her back from her shoulders to cup the cheeks of
her ass. And that was extra nice. Firm. Rounded. She
purred in my ear, then said, Shower, babe. Play later,
'kay?"
"Ooooo-kaaayy, I guess," I said, imitating a whiny
little boy. By the time I finished showering, she was
out of the bathroom and I completed my evening ritual,
teeth brushed, face shaved. I walked to the bedroom and
pulled on a set of colored briefs and went into the
living room.
"Awwww, you put pants on. That's okay, though. Sit in
your chair."
I sat. Kim slid into my lap, naked from the hips up, her
bare skin against mine. I reached over and picked up the
TV remote and handed it to her. "Nuh-uh," she said. "How
about some music?"
"You pick, babe," I said. This got us Mozart symphonies.
And Kim in my arms. And the soft light of the room and
serenity crept over us.
She wiggled deeper into my arms and my lap. "Babe, you
know this is hard." She paused a second, then giggled.
"No, THIS is HARD." Her hand reached under her to give
my definitely hard dick a squeeze. "Being in your arms
and wanting ALL of you, that's difficult."
"My baby made a SEX joke," I chuckled. "I know, baby.
You feel soooo nice. Every sense I have is working, and
YOU are overloading them all."
"I know," she said. "But, tomorrow. Or maybe the next
day. I've been doing this for years, and the pill makes
me very predictable."
"Babe, that brings up a point..." Her mention of The
Pill reminded me of one important fact in the sequence
of becoming a husband. I was sterilized. A chill ran
down my spine. In our times together, even the times
we'd talked about a future together, we'd never broached
the subject of children. She knew that I had a daughter
from a previous marriage. She didn't know that I had a
vasectomy from that same marriage.
"What point?"
"You mentioned The Pill."
"Babe," she said, "I was on the Pill because I was
crampy and irregular with periods. It's not because I
was pre-planning sex. Although," she smiled, "that might
be a beneficial side effect now."
"I can't make you pregnant, Kim." I shuddered, waiting
for the hammer to fall.
"Why?"
"When I was married, when she had the baby, there were
problems. The doctors said it would be very dangerous
for her to risk another pregnancy. I got fixed. Like in
"vasectomy" fixed."
"And why do you look so scared telling me that, Tim?"
she asked.
"Because, baby, young girls want to think about having
babies in their futures." I closed my eyes.
She didn't miss the closed eyes. "Open your eyes and
look at me, Tim. I'm not Little Miss Trailer Trash who
wants a houseful of kids. I've had a rough enough life
as a kid. I don't want kids. Not right now. And if I...
If WE wanted a kid later, there's always adoption. I've
looked around. There are plenty of kids out there
already."
She stared though my eyes into a quivering corner of my
soul. "Tim, you were afraid I wouldn't marry you because
of THAT?"
"Baby, "THAT" is a major part of a lot of people's goals
in life."
A nubile female form wiggled around to press
delightfully, full-length against me. "Let's talk goals,
babe."
"Okay, this is what I've always wanted to do: have a
serious talk about life's goals with the love of my life
laying in my arms almost naked."
Giggle. "I could go get dressed. What does one wear for
serious talks?"
"Talk," I said, kissing her.
She kissed back. "How can I have a serious talk when one
end is kissing me and the other end is poking me and I
have hands sending shivers through my body?"
"Okay, I'll stop. At least the parts I CAN stop. I dunno
about the poky part."
"Mmmmm, don't STOP, just slow down a little." She
smiled. "Maybe this'll help." She slid a knee on either
side of me and sat up astraddle me in the recliner.
"Oh, yeah, THIS is a GOOD move," I laughed. "Now I have
full view of your titties and something warm and soft is
pressing against... well, that poky thing ain't about to
go away any time soon."
"But dammit, we NEED to talk."
"Talk," I said. "I'll be good."
"Okay. So here's the deal." She looked as serious as an
almost naked sixteen year old can look, straddling your
lap. "I graduate from high school at the end of this
school year. Next May. I have ACTs in the thirties. I
have the handle on scholarships. And since I'm in love
with an engineer, I'm thinking that just maybe, that's
what I want to try."
"Engineer?" I asked.
"Yeah, butt-head. I happen to think that ONE engineer I
know is, like, EVERYTHING. But anyway, four years for a
degree. Then WE both work. At what WE want to do. And
when we're NOT working, we're LIVING!"
"Baby, if I'm with YOU, I am living... every second. But
before you go setting hard goals, are you sure about
engineering? It's tougher than most college stuff."
"Tim," she said, her tone exasperated. "I'm sixteen and
graduating from high school. I think I can handle the
courses."
"Yeah, there IS that... but you're gonna be the pink
monkey again." I said.
""I know, babe," she smiled. "But you know, that whole
pink monkey thing was a lot easier with Aunt Jen backing
me up, and now YOU..." She grinned and wiggled her butt.
Mr. Poky was very happy. "But what I wanted to ask you
is exactly WHERE in that plan was there a "Kim and Tim
reproduce" stage?"
"Okay..." I said.
She looked over her shoulder at the time display on the
stereo. "And it's nine and YOU have to work tomorrow and
I have to go to school. That means... " she smiled,
"bedtime." And she climbed off me.
I kicked the recliner upright and stood and she took my
hand, tugging me to the bedroom, her head looking over
her shoulder, her face a big smile.
"How beautiful you are, babe," I said. She was. Her hair
was shiny perfection. What might have been completely
spontaneous, the curl under her chin on one side, the
little flip outward on the other, the wave at the end,
her bangs sweeping in two directions in the center of
her forehead, I knew women who paid a hundred bucks and
spent hours every day to get their hair to look like
Kim's did by delightful accident. Her body, all curves,
smooth skin, not angular and hard, but not fat, either,
just female. Very,, very female.
I followed her into the bedroom and she tossed the
covers back. We crawled in from opposite sides and met
in the middle in a tangle of arms and legs, out lips
finding each other, tongues playing. Her fingers
searched for purchase in my short haircut as she pressed
me into her face.
"You make lightning shoot though my whole body when we
kiss like that, babe," she sighed.
"I get the same, babe. You're like no other." I was
serious. I'd never felt like this. I rolled her half
onto her back and looked at her face, those blue eyes,
the little pattering for light freckles across her nose
and cheeks, the corners of her mouth turned up,
eyelashes luxuriously thick. Her eyes darted back and
forth, looking at me. I kissed her.
She freed up a hand that slid down my chest, past my
belly and finger-first into the waistband of my briefs.
Her fingers wrapped me. "Can we get these off? Hmmm?"
"Gosh, yes," I said. I bounced up and skinned the briefs
off me and tossed them beside the bed. That left me off
balance and Kim took advantage of that to push me onto
my back, then she crawled half onto me and kissed me.
"Got anything I can have?" she asked, her eyes teasing.
"No," I said, "unless there's something you find..."
Her fingers wrapped around my hardness. "What about
this?"
"I don't have any use for it, it lacks an essential
element..." I said, playing a game with her.
"What's it missing? Is there something that makes it
useful?"
"Yes, but I can't find one anywhere. It needs a Kimmy."
Squeal! "I know where there's a Kimmy. And I can fix you
right up." Her fingers were teasing the head as she
explored. "Oh, look!" she giggled playfully. "Kimmy's
already found you!"
She grinned at me, our faces close. "I don't want you to
think this is all there is between us, babe, but it's
FUN! It's so new to me. You don't mind, do you?"
I'm thinking, "Oh, yeah... horrible fate. I'm being used
by this sexy angel." I was saying, "No, baby... I just
wish I could..."
Smile. "A couple of days, babe. Then I'm... You're gonna
do EVERYTHING with me." Smile. Giggle. "So you don't
mind?"
"Gosh, no... I just feel a little like I'm taking
advantage of you."
"Don't be silly," Kim said. "I could've stayed at Aunt
Jenny's. I could've gotten dressed and made you get
dressed. But I didn't. Because I WANT to play with you."
I let her play. As she played with me, I let my hands
run rampant over her body, savoring the smooth skin and
the curves of her back and legs and ass.
She looked at me, her eyes twinkling. "I know that when
I do this, things get serious with you, babe." And her
mouth closed over my dickhead. Her "Mmmmmmmm" coursed
through my entire being as she curled fingers under my
balls.
I put a hand on the inside of her thigh and tugged her
ass nearer my face as her mouth worked me over hungrily.
I turned my face to her smooth butt, clad in those soft,
pink panties. I used my lips to push aside the elastic
legband and then fastened my mouth to the flesh of her
ass, and sucked and bit.
She released my dick from her mouth. "Oh, god, Timmmmm!
You're killing me..."
"You want me to stop?"
"NOOOO!" Her head bobbed back down and she attacked my
dick, her tongue swirling in the suction and biting that
she was lavishing on me like she was trying to stave off
starvation using what she'd discovered.
And I'd discovered that my sweet Kim enjoyed a little
biting, at least on her ass.
But she was working me over with boundless enthusiasm,
and I lost the ability to form thoughts as her mouth
sucked me in and out. I kept my lips and teeth on her
ass as I neared the edge. I was getting close. I said
so. "OgodKim! I'm close!"
I felt her answer, a nodding of her head while she kept
me confined in the oven of her mouth.
"Baaaaaby! Ohhhhh..." I thrust into her mouth. Her hand
wrapped around the shaft of my dick kept me from
inadvertently going deeper than she wished, but my
motion signaled to her to more aggressive action. She
latched her teeth lightly on the shaft right behind the
head and her tongue swirled and sucked. And I came.
Hard. Strong. My first huge spurt (it had to be huge. I
think part of my brain went with it) fired into her
mouth.
"Mmmmmm" came though my being, from deep inside her
throat. She swallowed and her hand milked for the next
stroke. A suck and a swallow, then the third and fourth
and I knew I was no longer squirting, but she sucked me
hungrily, draining me, cleaning me out.
I wanted to touch her head, but my hand fluttered almost
ineffectually to stroke her hair. I felt her still
sucking and swallowing. Finally she let my soft, empty
dick fall out of her mouth.
"I think I got more out of you than last night, baby,"
she said, her eyes bright, smiling. She thought for a
second. "But last night you did it twice." She moved up
to lay beside me. Her hand touched the cheek of her
butt. "You bit me, you know..."
"I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Nuh-uh... it was just what I wanted when you did it.
But I can feel it now..."
"I can't feel my toes now, babe. I think you burnt out a
nerve..." I was drifting down from the heights of that
orgasm like an autumn leaf on the wind.
She snuggled against me, her hand on my cheek. I took
that as a hint and turned my face to kiss her. "I love
you," she whispered.
"I love you, dearest. My life began when I met you." I
was honest.
"I feel the same way. Like all of me wasn't there until
we got together." She heaved a soft sigh. "And now, I
won't be whole unless I have you."
"And that's why we're married, baby. Because we complete
each other."
We lay in each other's arms, our breathing as
synchronized as our thoughts. Finally, her soft voice
broke the silence. "Babe, can I borrow a t-shirt? My
shoulders are cold."
"I can do that, babe." I got up and pulled a couple of
cotton t-shirts out of the drawer, donned one myself,
watching as she pulled the other over her light brown
hair. She was sexy, almost completely nude, and now,
white cotton knit covering her curves, she was still
sexy, and some of that was in my heart, some in my head,
but some of it was in my eyes, too. A man should believe
that the woman he loves is beautiful. Mine was.
Chapter Five
I will readily admit that our first night in the same
bed was not a perfect night in the terms of continuous
sleep. But that is not to mean that it was in any way
unpleasant. I woke several times to the feel of a knee
or an elbow or an arm or a leg, and as I achieved
consciousness, I realized that those parts belonged to
my little bit of perfection, and I rearranged myself and
her and went back to sleep.
We hit another one of those milestones and hurdles in a
couple's evolution when the alarm clock went off to the
strains of Mozart from the classical music radio
station. I was immediately awake. I mean, 0600 was my
routine. But what about Kim? How was she going to react.
A bounce and a soft female form draping herself across
me for a good morning kiss told me that Kim was awake
and sentient.
"Let's see how this works," she said. "First, you need
to know that I love you, babe!"
"And apparently you're immune to morning breath," I
said.
"And so are you," she countered. "Bathroom. Me. Before
we have a puddle. Uh... You use the other one, okay?
Girl stuff."
I went to the other bathroom and relieved a night's load
of liquid, washed my face and returned to the bedroom to
dress. That didn't take long. Like I said. Routine.
Kim did her thing pretty fast, too, opening the door to
let me know that the place wasn't off limits. I peered
around the corner to see her clad in her standard jeans
and blouse, not fashionable, but quite attractive on her
in a carefree way. Of course, my judgment could have
been a bit biased because I knew what was under it. She
was running a brush through her hair, straightening out
the night's disarray, and the result was quite stunning.
"Cereal okay for breakfast?" I asked.
She turned to face me, smiling. "That'll work."
"Coffee?"
"Sure!"
And breakfast occurred. I headed out of the house before
she did. The last, lingering kiss before we parted, her
standing in the door watching me leave, these things
told me that loneliness was over. I didn't realize how
much the past days had affected my demeanor until one of
my co-workers, the department admin, bouncy, thirtyish,
cute in her own plump way, and VERY married, said
something.
"What's up with you?" Debbie asked.
"Nothing. Why?" I countered.
"You just seem a whole lot more relaxed, is all," she
said.
"Life is just better, sometimes," I smiled.
"Yeah. Uh-huh. You act like you got a Prozac
suppository."
"And a pleasant good day to you, too, Deb," I said. I
was in my office all afternoon and when the clock hit
four, I was out of the gate headed home. In the car, I
flipped open my cell phone and called my home phone.
Fourth ring, somebody picked up. "Tim Duncan residence.
This is Kim."
"Hi, baby. I am on the way home."
Before I could say it, she said it. "I love you babe. I
miss you. Hurry."
I hurried.
I walked in my front door and was assaulted by Kim. What
a sweet thing it is to have somebody truly happy to see
you at the end of the day. Today I had that happiness.
"We can't' go swim today, babe," she said.
"Do we have a problem?" I questioned.
"Yes we do. If I take my clothes off to change into my
swimsuit, I may rape you."
"So you're meaning..."
She finished my sentence. "I'm meaning that we need to
take a shower – one shower – both of us, and..." She put
her arms around my neck, kissing me.
"Then let me lock the door." I reached behind me and
turned the deadbolt , watching Kim grinning as she
unbuttoned her blouse. We raced to nudity. It was a tie.
I swept her into my arms with no resistance, but when my
hands wandered down her sides and started toward her
cleft, she stopped me.
"Nope! Not until I shower." She said, "I changed tampons
at lunch and it was finished, but I want to wash
myself." Her eyes laughed. She knew she had total
control over me. Two previous nights had proven that
what Kim said, went. "Come on! Shower!"
At least she led me by the hand. Not the nose. Or...
Showering with the one you love is a wonderful thing. I
mean, it can be. I've showered with several of the women
whom I've been intimate with, including my former wife,
who, one might suppose, would be as used to us being
naked together as could be. But NONE had the poise and
presence of Kim. It's like she KNEW that she was IT, the
Queen, the One and Only. And THIS was the creature in
the shower with me, all soapy and giggly. I lathered her
from head to toe with one exception. I held the soapy
washcloth.
"You? Or me?" I asked.
"Me today, babe," she said. She washed her pussy
carefully and then she soaped me up, spending an
inordinate amount of time lathering up my dick and
balls. We rinsed off and got out of the shower. She used
two fluffy towels, one that I helped her dry off that
neat, svelte body with, the other she used on her hair,
before sitting down on a stool and working her hair over
with a brush and dryer as I shaved. I was drying my face
off when the hair dryer went silent. When I turned, she
was smiling.
"Come on, babe, love of my life, my one and only," she
said.
"Yes, love of my life, heart of my heart." I followed
her to the bedroom. She threw the covers off the bed and
knelt in the middle. I knelt before her and we wrapped
up in each other's arms. A long kiss was presage to the
conversation.
"Tim," she said, "I am not drunk or high and you haven't
filled my head with lies. You haven't gotten me so
worked up I can't see straight. I am in this bed with
you because I love you and I truly believe that you love
me as much. What WE are about to do..."
I interrupted. "You only get to do once. Quite a speech,
my love. But I have never been as serious about a step
in my life as I am with you right now." My hands
clutched the sides of her face as I kissed her, then
they moved down to cup her breasts, our lips still
together. She renewed the pressure, her eyes closed
tighter. I tweaked her nipples gently and my hands moved
down to slide over her waist, feeling the softness, then
the firmness of her hips. My right hand moved around and
my fingertips traced softly, for the first time, across
her mons, touching her light brown pubic hair, and then
to the formerly forbidden, the gates of her femininity.
My first touch brought words.
"Oh, god, Tim! Please touch me."
I touched. Soft. Hot. Wet. As I expected, her pussy lips
were firm, and now, engorged, turgid, gaping slightly.
My fingertips brought quivers. Her right hand wrapped my
dick and her left held the wrist of my right hand.
Our lips met again and as we kissed, I insinuated my
index finger between the lips of her pussy. I found her
wet, slick with anticipation. Dipping my finger into
her, it was coated with her juices. I kept kissing her,
letting my finger explore her cleft. Her moans mixed
with our kiss, and her hand gripping my wrist were signs
of her pleasure and excitement. I moved my finger
towards her hole, the tip finding its way inside easily,
then I moved it forward, lightly brushing her clitty as
it protruded in full arousal. I brushed it lightly
again. Her lips broke away from mine.
"God, Tim..."
Freed from kissing, I moved my lips down to her neck and
then to her chest, sucking and tonguing and biting a
nipple. This was when I gently laid her back onto the
bed. I kissed my way lightly down her firm belly and my
lips reached her pubic hair. I kissed my way further and
felt her hand on my head.
"Do you want me to stop, babe?" I asked.
"OhgodTim. If you stop, I'll KILL you..."
I could smell heaven in the musk of her juices. My
tongue brushed lightly at territory only recently
visited for the first time by my finger. I remembered
the shudder in her body when my finger first landed. It
was surpassed by her reaction to my tongue, especially
as I lapped from one end to another, then pushed its tip
between those puffy lips. And when my tongue touched her
clit...
"Please, Tim! There! My love! Please!"
How could I refuse that? I didn't. I paid attention with
my tongue and lips, and even teeth, nipping lightly at
those irresistible lips, and then settled to a licking,
flicking of her clit. Keeping the attentions going as
best I could, I moved around to lay between those long
legs. And those legs wrapped behind me, her heel s
digging into me as if spurring me on. Both her hands
were on the back of my head, holding my face into her
pussy. And she came. Her hips bucked.
"Oohgodogodohgod... Nnnnnnnnnnnghhh!" She sucked in an
audible breath. "Timmmmmm..."
I lifted my face from the wetness. "Are you okay, my
love?'
Not hearing a response, my tongue flicked out and
brushed the pink round tip of her clit again. That got a
response.
"OhgodTim! Not another one!" And in a minute of delight
for me, she did "another one". And another. And she
pulled me up to face her and kissed me. "You're a mess,"
babe, she said, showering me with kisses. "It's a good
thing that I taste good." She sighed happily. "That was
the best ever."
She caught my look. "Oh, don't be silly." She waved a
fingertip. "This! That's all, before now. And it was
like comparing a... a candle to the SUN!" Her hand idly
moved down to touch me, and I was as hard as a diamond.
"I love you, Kim. I'm glad I made you happy."
"Was I, you know, NORMAL?"
No, babe," I said. "You were delicious. And perfect."
"And you've got something I think I want, baby..." she
gave my dick a squeeze to make her point.
"Are you sure, Kim? You only have one "first time", you
know..."
"I know. And I love you and you love me, and what other
reason should I have?"
"Not one that I can think of. Come here!" I held my arms
wide to accept her. And she slid on top of me clasping
my face in her hands.
Her legs opened slightly and I found myself between
those thighs again, this time my erection pressed
against her mons. She smiled at me. "That's getting
close..." her hips moved, pressing herself against my
erection. Her legs spread a little wider, changing some
geometry in wonderful ways. Her eyes belied
concentration as did her biting her bottom lip while she
smiled. "Hey!" she said, lithely twisting to sit
astraddle me. This put my dick, formerly trapped between
her mons and my belly, to a very pleasant location
wherein it was pressed between a pair of moist teen
pussy lips. And she KNEW it.
"Kim," I said, "you are beautiful and I love you."
"Oh,babe," she answered, "I love you too, you know." She
found herself sliding forward and back, dragging my dick
between the lips of her pussy, her clitty making light
contact. "Do you like it like this?"
"Yes I do, baby. I get to view perfection. You." Her
blue eyes, twinkling, her smile...
She kept her small back and forth motions for a moment
more. And then she raised herself off me, releasing my
dick from its moist trap. It sprung up, its head
touching her open and wet cleft. She reached down, using
her fingertips to guide the head toward its goal, her
virginal hole. I felt the head squeeze a bit as it
encountered the tight opening. I rested my hands lightly
on her hips.
She eased herself lower. I didn't move. I let her
control this, her first penetration. I could feel the
head push and then enter. She was still biting her
bottom lip, swept up in concentration. I felt her rise a
little, then ease back down, the up, and back down
again, this time letting me feel her pussy gripping me
further down as she pushed me deeper. And another up and
down, and another, and I could sense the tension leaving
her thighs as she relaxed onto me.
She gazed down at me. "Tim, I'm... you're inside me."
"I know, dearest one. Are you okay?"
"Uh-huh. I feel full. Like it's supposed to be there."
She wiggled her hips. "Mmmmm," she purred. She
experimented with a few different motions and settled on
one that rocked her back and forth, drawing me in and
out of her, and I imagined her little clitty was
dragging the base of my dick with each iteration.
I couldn't stay still any longer. I started thrusting
upward in time with her own thrusts. I'd just showered
with her, eaten her for the first time, and I was
teetering on the edge of orgasm myself. I gamely plunged
on, though. I didn't know if the pain of her first time
would keep her from coming, but I wasn't going to deny
her by just letting loose with my own.
I felt her lean over, her hands on my chest, her back
arched, and she was changing to an insistent intensity
in her thrusts. Her eyes flashed open, the smile turned
the corners of her mouth up, she released her bottom lip
to pant her breathing in and out.
"Baby, you feel wonderful," I said.
"uh... I... Tim... can't talk. Close..."
I guess she felt wonderful, too, then. She looked good.
Even in the midst of her biggest thrusts, those firm,
small titties just quivered, the nipples erect.
"Uhhh...Ohgodohgodohgod... Unnnhhhh! Babe... I'mmmm,
uhhhhh..." her teeth clenched. "COmmmmingggggg!"
I gave up trying to hold back when I felt her pussy's
involuntary clench and let myself squirt, augmenting the
surges with small thrusts.
Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped for a breath.
"Ahhhhhhh... I... we did it. Her eyes brightened and she
grinned. "Do you know I FELT you squirting? I did. So I
KNOW you enjoyed it."
I smiled at my angel. "And you turned red from your nose
to your nipples, so I know you enjoyed it." It was true.
I learned today that when my Kim comes, she flushes red
on her cheeks and chest. It's hard to fake that.
She lowered herself into my arms and that geometry thing
resulted in my soft dick plopping out of her pussy.
Didn't matter at this stage of the game. We kissed.
"You're mine," I said.
"I know," she said. "This used to be how a couple sealed
their marriage."
"As far as I'm concerned, for you and me, we have." I
put a hand to the back of that soft, fragrant hair,
turned her face slightly, and I kissed her, my tongue
meeting hers between her soft lips.
"Babe," she said softly, "It was supposed to hurt. I
read stuff and heard people talk, and it was supposed to
hurt. The first time, I mean. They were wrong."
"I'm glad, cutie," I said. "Last thing I wanted to do
was cause you pain."
"Oh, I was gonna do it tonight, pain or not. Because I
want YOU and I knew that it would be better the next
time." She sighed, smiling, an inch in front of my face.
"But if it's much better, it'll kill me."
" You're perfect, cutie. I don't think I stay in this
universe with you..."
"I know," she said. She moved her hips. "There's a lot
of stuff down there. Us. A mess. I'll be back." I felt
her roll off the bed, then I heard water running. A
minute later she came back in with a damp washcloth and
sopped up the juice and semen. "A little blood. I
thought I'd pushed things around so it wouldn't bleed. I
guess not." She returned to the bathroom then came back
to bed. Into my arms. Or to put me in hers. Who cares?
Us. Together.
She rested a hand on my chest and then put her chin on
the back of her hand, her face inches from mine. Softly,
"I knew it would be good with us, Tim. I knew it."
"Not disappointed?"
"Nope. Better than I expected. Really." Her free hand
reached down and touched me. "It's not about sex, Tim,
but I think we're good together."
"And it'll get better, baby. As we learn one another."
"If it gets much better, I'll just DIE!"
I kissed her.
"Babe," she said. "Food? Like, dinner?"
"Yeah, you're right, little angel. Somebody sure messed
up our routine this afternoon. Where do you want to
eat?"
"I don't care. But someplace where they bring the food
too us. No buffet. No fast food."
"Excellent idea, cutie. But we have to get dressed,
don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess so." We untangled and climbed out of bed.
"I moved some clothes and stuff here after school," she
said, pulling jeans off a hanger.
"I was gonna help with that."
"Maybe tomorrow. Or after dinner."
"Aren't you going to want to avoid Jenny for a while,
babe?"
"Avoid? Why?"
"Because she's gonna see you grinning like that and KNOW
what we've been doing."
Kim laughed. "So?!?!? And if she doesn't figure it out,
I'm gonna tell 'er."
I looked at her. "That'll make for a good headline: Teen
Girl's Lover Beaten to Death by Lesbian Aunt"
"Oh, don't be silly, Tim. She's pretty much known that
when I told her that I loved you that we'd end up like
this."
"Yeah, babe," I said, "But a lot of people can think
about things in the future, because it's, you know, way
off, and not real, but when they're presented with it as
reality, well, it... that's another story."
"Aunt Jenny's not like that!" And I got the "I'm certain
and you're not going to change my mind" look. She fixed
me in her exasperated look. "I'll go tell 'er right
now."
I thought she was bluffing. After all, we'd known each
other what, a handful of days. So I called her bluff.
"Sure! I'll go along with you."
"Then we'd better get dressed," she said, jumping out of
bed.
"You're serious?"
Her smile was answer, but she spoke. "Babe, Aunt Jenny
pretty much expected this when she said it was okay for
me to stay here, don't you think?"
"I guess." I said, rubbing my hair with my right hand.
"We'll just go over for a visit, and then go to dinner.
Maybe we'll have company, maybe not." She was buttoning
her blouse.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled socks and shoes
on. He finished dressing and came to stand in front of
me.
"Too much temptation, babe," she giggled, pushing
backward onto the bed and raining kisses on my face. I
caressed and squeezed her butt, soft, rounded, but
decidedly muscular under the feminine padding. Our lips
met. She giggled. "I love this."
"This?"
"Yes, this, being able to hold YOU!" Her face was mere
inches from mine, and I couldn't help but agree. It was
nice. Oh, "nice" was not nearly the word. Dictionaries
in four major languages didn't have the word to describe
how I felt with this cutie laying in my arms.
She propped her chin on her hands and smiled. "Let's go
see Aunt Jen," she said. "Then, after dinner, dessert."
The smile did it. "heeeyyyyy... Love, I feel that."
"That what?" I knew what "that" was. "Let's play," I
thought to myself.
Her smile turned wicked. "I'm not sure. I need to find
out." She slid off of me to kneel between my legs. Her
fingers worked my zipper down and then dipped her
fingers inside. After several attempts she managed to
maneuver my erection free through my fly.
"Oooo, look what I found!" She licked her lips. What
happened next sent me to another dimension. I think I
would have become a permanent resident, but for the fact
that she popped my dick out of her mouth with and
audible sound, then started tucking it back into my fly.
Then she announced, "Making love with you is wonderful."
And she grabbed my hands and pulled me back to sitting.
"Oh, you're a TEASE!" I announced.
"Nope! Ain't teasing if you plan on finishing what you
started." I stood and Kim wrapped me up and kissed me.
"Come on, babe!"
I followed like a puppy. A love-sick puppy. The only
thing I could've done to further the feeling was to hang
my tongue out.
When we walked into view of Jenny's apartment we noted
that the windows were showing light in the living room.
Kim reached for the door. I caught her hand.
"Nuh-uh, babe! Knock! You don't live here any more."
"Awwww! Don't be silly!" she said petulantly, but she
knocked, too.
Jen opened the door. She said to Kim, "So I guess you
think you've moved out now and you need to knock, huh?"
"No, but HE does..." Kim said, nodding in my direction.
"See," laughed Jenny. "That's what I told you, Day One.
You can't house-break 'em. You guys come in!"
We walked in. "Where's Laci?" Kim asked.
"Working late," said Jenny. "she'll be here after work."
"Wanna come to dinner with us?" Kim asked.
"You guys don't need me..." Jen started.
"Not a matter of needing you. Just wanted to drag you
along," I said.
"Yeah," Kim added.
"Okay," Jenny answered. "Let me go change clothes. I got
stuff on this blouse. Sit. I won't be long."
I sat down on the sofa. It's a standard-sized sofa with
plenty of room for three. We don't need that much room,
apparently, because Kim's chosen seating arrangement is
my lap. With her arms around me to make sure she's
secure. And that's where we were when Jen finished
dressing and walked back in the room, tossing her hair
back into place with one hand.
Kim looked up, raising her head from its place on my
shoulder. "I still wanna keep 'im, Aunt Jen..."
Jen smiled. "Looks like he wants to be kept, too." She
sighed. "Well, Miss Kimberly, you've adopted yourself a
human, a feral male. Most are not worth the effort to
train. Occasionally one good one can be found, but
you're going to have to spend a lot of time getting him
accustomed to civilized behavior. You may have to train
him to sleep with you."
Apparently this was a game Kim was used to. "I can make
him sleep with me, Aunt Jenny. And I will be good to him
and pet him. It makes him very happy, an' he licks
me..." Caught up in the role-play, it took a second for
Kim to catch exactly what she'd just said. She turned
bright red.
"Hmmpphhh!" snorted Jenny. "Makes ya wonder who's
trainin' who."
"I'm SORRY Aunt Jenny," Kim blurted. "That came out
wrong..."
Jen looked at me. "Well, then, MISTER Duncan, it appears
that you have become the chosen pet of my niece."
"Aunt Jennnnn," Kim whined, "I LOVE him. And... "
I didn't let Kim finish. "I love her. And we need to
know something."
Jenny looked at me. Now, lest you think wrongly, she was
almost smiling. After all, this whole thing wasn't a
surprise. "And exactly what is it you need to know?"
I looked at Kim. She kissed me on the cheek. "We'll be
okay, babe," she said.
"I know, sweetness," I said. I turned to Jenny. "In
regards to you and my Kimmy, are you her legal guardian?
I mean, is her living with you covered by a legal
document?"
Jen's face got serious. "yes. She was a minor. Her
mom's... well, you know, and the courts awards me
guardianship as her closest relative." She paused.
"Wait! Why?"
"Kim? You want to tell 'er?"
Kim went into giggle mode. "Oh, yeah... According to
state law, I can get married with my parent or
guardian's signature. Keeps me an' my mate from living
in sin, ya know, an' sullyin' the family name."
"Baby, what's left of the family name after your mom got
through with it?"
Kim's mouth got a determined form. "Aunt Jenny, THIS guy
is going to be my husband."
Jenny looked at me. "I'm gonna be HER husband," I said.
"Now, do you wanna go get something to eat?"
Jenny broke into a grin. "Yeah. Let's do seafood!"
Kim said, "Yeah! Seafood!"
"You two are really something!" I said. "Yeah," Jenny
laughed. "And you fit right in."
"That's REALLY scary," Kim laughed.
We took my SUV to the restaurant, Kim and I in the front
seats, Jenny hovering her face between us.
The three of us had dinner and enjoyed a particularly
happy meal. Returning home, I helped Kim gather up more
clothes and a few odds and ends to bring to OUR house.
We spent half an hour rearranging my things to make room
for my new mate, and then it was time for a shower.
Together. Fun. Erotic.
Out of the shower, Kim sat on a stool with a blow dryer
and a hairbrush, working her hair to honey-shaded
perfection, shiny, sweet-smelling, every strand in
place. I spent the same block of time shaving.
We were both still nude. Kim looked at me as she put
away the dryer and she smiled, saying, "Is it too early
to go to bed, babe?"
"That's a perfectly great idea," I said. I watched five
feet eight inches of young feminine perfection head to
the bedroom.
We hit the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs and
only the tiniest of wiggles put her lips to mine. Her
hands cradled my head and she looked into my eyes, into
my soul and said, "Tim, I love you so much it hurts, you
know."
My own hands touched her back. Her skin was soft and
warm and she purred as I stroked her. "Kimmy, I love
you, babe, like I have never loved another human being."
Love, though, between two people, operates on many
levels, and another level was broached as her nude body
impressed itself along mine. My dick stirred, hardening.
This got a cute little squeal. "Babe," said the face
inches from mine, smiling, "How often can we make this
thing work?"
I kissed her forehead, brushing aside the honey-colored
fringe of her bangs to reach her skin. "With YOU, babe,
several times. At least one more today, for sure."
She insinuated an arm between us, her fingers closing
over the head of my dick. Giggle. "I'd like, ummmm...
you know"
I kissed her nose, chuckling. "I hope I know..."
She started to raise up. I stopped her when her titties
were at optimum distance. I bent forward to suckle first
one, then the other, getting a throaty purr from her. "I
think we're thinking the same thing, babe..."
"Gosh, I hope so, babe! You're the most spectacular
human being I've ever met." I kissed her neck, a move
that got me an armful of uncontrollable, giggly Kim.
She wiggled free and her mouth fastened on the head of
my dick. She pulled her mouth off it. "Babe, I hope this
as much fun for you as it is for me. I love it."
"Mmmm" escaped from around my dick. And a muffled,
"Mmmm-hmmmm!"
"babe," I said, "we can do this to each other, you
know."
"Uh... isn't that "sixty-nine?" I've heard about it."
"Let's try it. You stay on top of me, and turn around."
A bounce of the bed presented me with a pretty pussy,
plump, tight lips gaping slightly, starting to glisten
from the moisture inside. I couldn't resist. I kissed,
then licked, moaning "Mmmmmm, you taste so good, babe."
Lips closed over the head of my dick. It felt wonderful,
and we happily ate each other. It wasn't long before my
juice-laden tongue was pushing her into an orgasm.
"Oh, baby," she said, "I have to take you out of my
mouth. I'm afraid I'll lose control and bite it off!"
she clasped my hard, throbbing dick against her cheek as
my tongue's tip teased her clitty to push my sweetie
into ecstasy. Knowing she'd gone over, I waited a
minute. Her lips closing on the head of my dick with a
little suck told me that she was back on this planet. I
lapped my tongue the length of her slit, from her
butthole to her clit, gathering the most savory of
juices. And then I started on her again. I was learning
my Kim, and I observed that on the heels of her first
come, her second was fast.
It was also enough for her. When she regained her
senses, she turned around.
Giggle. "You've got ME all over your face." She
collected her excess with a smother of kisses. I wrapped
my arms around her and rolled over, putting her
underneath me. Her face was glowing as she spread her
legs welcoming me. "This is GOOD," she said. It was our
first try in the missionary position. "It's like you're
POSSESSING me!"
"I am, Miss Kim. I intend to never let you go." I moved
my hips, letting the tip of my dick search for its goal.
Kim's eyes were alight, her lips pulled in an alluring
tight smile as she moved her hips, trying to help the
situation. It helped.
I felt the head of my dick find a waiting, tight, hot,
wet hole. I didn't have to push my way down into her
because SHE pushed her hips upward, trapping my dick
deep inside her.
Giggle. "THAT works," she smiled. "Love me, baby. US!"
and we bucked in concert with one another, my dick
finding heaven inside the tight, wet, quivering walls of
her pussy, her clit finding soft stimulation as my dick
slid past it with each thrust. Our lips met. Our bodies
melded together, our tongues connecting us at one end,
our sex at the other, her hand cradling the back of my
head, keeping our mouths together, little mews of joy
escaping to sing to my ears as we worked each other to
nirvana. I stiffened as my dick began spewing inside
her, and her moaning into my mouth told me that she'd
arrived with me. I held her against me as I rolled us
over so she could recover while lying atop me.
I kissed her forehead again. Her eyelashes fluttered and
those bright blue eyes opened. She sighed. "Tim, this is
the most perfect moment in my whole life. And I expect
US to get better."
It was with the utmost reluctance that I rolled over to
set the alarm for the next morning.
Chapter Six
We woke up to the sounds of the classical music station
and started our second morning together I don't know how
Kim's day went, but mine was normal as regards to
workload, but every quiet moment when I closed my eyes
to clear my head, I had a vision of a smiling face with
blue eyes freckles and light brown bangs in front of me.
Yeah. It was like that.
Leaving the job, I headed home, flipping open my phone
as soon as I got into steady traffic, and dialed OUR
number. The phone rang.
"Tim 'n' Kim's. This is Kim." Giggle.
''Brave little thing, aren't you?" I laughed.
"Either that or smart enough to recognize the number on
caller ID," she giggled. "Uh, plan on swimmin' today,
babe," she said. "We've been eating awfully good, you
know..."
"I know. But you gotta know what I want to do for
exercise..."
"Me too. But that's for later. Come on. I'm waiting."
Pause. "I love you, Tim."
"I love you, too, Kim." Like it was supposed to be.
Twenty minutes later we were in the pool. I don't know
if I'd have pushed quite as hard as Kim pushed us, but
hey, it couldn't hurt. When SHE decided, we hung on the
end wall of the pool, cooling off. "that was good," she
said.
"Yeah. So did you hold back, or am I getting better?"
She bent close and bumped her forehead against mine. "A
little of both, babe."
"I'd really like to get you in a big pool. Babe, just to
see you go, and for me to embarrass myself."
"We could go to the Y," she said. "Might have to do that
anyway if you want to keep swimming. This one's gonna
close soon for the winter."
"Yeah. In December we can get a family membership."
She smiled. "I like hearing you say that, babe," she
said. "You keep telling me my dreams are possible."
"as long as it's your dream, sweetie. You're certainly
mine. Let's go eat."
Hauling herself out of the pool, she turned, "Let's go
shower and order pizza, okay?"
"Pizza'll work." We walked back to the apartment hand in
hand. Passed the elderly couple from the other end of
the complex. Kimmy said "Hi!" They were looking as we
went into our door.
We argued about ordering pizza and then showering before
it arrived. I said I wasn't sure that we'd be out of the
shower before the pizza arrived. She said she could
guarantee it. I let her win, then had to answer the
doorbell wearing a bathrobe, listening to her giggle in
the background.
I looked at the two pizzas that were delivered. She
grinned and made a phone call and in two minutes the
doorbell rang. She let Jen and Laci in.
Laci walked in, looking around. "So this is the love
nest, huh? I expected spots on the wall an' stuff." She
grinned at her own joke.
Kim smirked. "We don't let it go to waste like that!"
"Yuck!" Laci said. "I don't wanna know..." then to
Jenny. "He hasn't slowed her down any."
Jen said, "Now, Lace, they invited us over for pizza. Be
nice!"
"Oooo-kayyyy," Laci chuckled. "Since they bribed me with
pizza."
The banter continued through the meal and then the four
of us played cards for a while. Eight PM saw Jen and
Laci leaving, Kim and I making a dash through the
kitchen, and then to bed. And two hours later, to sleep.
And Thursday was much the same, except dinner as a
little family-run restaurant for just me and my Kim, and
we got home to have the evening to ourselves.
We were in bed early, for purely recreational purposes,
and after an energetic and very satisfying hour and a
half, we were laying naked, satiated, Kim was glowing,
and we were talking about things.
Friday came. The swim. Showers. Kim said, "You wanna see
if Aunt Jen wants to come eat with us?"
"What about Laci?" I asked.
"Laci has to work late. That's what Aunt Jen said. So I
thought that we'd bring her with us. Laci should be
getting off about the time we get back."
"Okay, then," I said. "I can't fault your logic."
The three of us headed to an Italian restaurant.
Dinner was pleasant. When we ordered, though, Jenny
said, "Tim, how about some wine? One glass won't hurt,
and if you have two, we'll let Kim drive."
Kim stuck her bottom lip out, faking a pout. "Being
underage SUCKS!" Then when Jenny looked at her outburst,
Kim turned to me with a horribly exaggerated, theatrical
wink. It's a good think I wasn't drinking, because I
would have sprayed liquid through my nose.
"Oh, you little THING! " Jenny retorted.
We had wine. A couple of glasses, talking about work and
school and the coming winter and hot chocolate and warm
blankets and I wasn't a drinker and the THIRD glass of
wine and I was happily buzzed and so was Jenny and Kim
was laughing at the two of us. I paid the bill and gave
Kim the keys. Jenny took the remains of the bottle of
wine with us.
We were a block into the trip home when Jenny's phone
rang.
"Hi, baby," she said. She turned to us, a little buzzed
herself, and said, "It's Laci!" She went back to her
phone. "Yeah, babe, I'm with Kim 'n' Tim. Guess WHAT!"
She paused. "They want to get MARRIED!" Another pause.
"No, I understand, people gotta work late, sometimes!
I'll see you tomorrow." Pause. "Love you too, babe!
Bye!"
Kim asked, "Laci's gotta work late?"
"Yeah," Jenny sighed. "An' I get to go home to an empty
house. Ssssssucks, ya know..."
I watched Kim as she drove. Her face went into thinking
mode for a couple of seconds. "Come stay with US! Tim
won't mind..."
Well, at this point in life, slightly buzzed time DID
mind. I had half a load of alcohol and full load of "I
wanna get in bed with Kim" and her aunt visiting, well,
that didn't fit the plan. But it was Kim, and I was
along for the ride.
"No, I don't mind..." And that was alcohol. They were
BIG glasses of wine. Because we had one little
difficulty. One bed. I was single guy. I wasn't EVER
expecting company. Two bedroom apartment. One with a
bed. The other was my office. Bravely, I soldiered on in
oblivion.
Jen called Laci back and told her of her plans for the
evening. Hanging up, she turned to us. "Sh'es gonna stay
at her sister's. Laci lived with her sister and her
family.
We got back to the apartments in fine fettle. Kim locked
the car and took my left arm and we headed to our house.
And then I got a surprise. Jenny grabbed my right arm.
"Just to help me navigate," she said, giggling maybe a
little bit too much.
Kim looked at me, grinned, and an eyebrow raised. She
unlocked the front door and we all went inside. Kim
locked the door behind us.
"Ya got glasses, Timmy?" Jen waved her trophy wine
bottle.
"Ssssure," I said. I got up and went to the kitchen and
came back with oops, THREE glasses and another bottle of
wine.
"Kim, you want a glass of wine, since we're home now?
It's okay, huh, Jen?"
Jen said, "Pour her a glass. She's needs to learn to
drink socially."
I looked at Kim. She had a strange smile. I think I
recall smiles like that. On cats sitting in the middle
of a pile of canary feathers. And I poured three glasses
of wine AND managed to get the cork out of the new
bottle.
Two glasses of wine for Kim. Her first. Loosened her up
to a very giggly, touchy-feely mode. In front of Jenny.
"How's that wine, babe?" Jen asked.
"Must be something you grow into. But not bad. An' I
feel a little..." Giggle. And a hand on the inside of my
thigh. And arms around my neck as we sat on the sofa.
Kim slid over and onto my lap, and another surprise.
Jenny slid up beside me. And Kim. Close. We finished our
wine.
"It'sh bedtime," Kim said.
"I know. I could use some bedtime," I said.
"Me too," Jen said, giggly. "I guesh I need ta go home
now."
"Oh, no, Aunt Jen," Kim said. "You're gonna stay with
US."
"But I don't have nothin' ta sleep in," Jenny slurred.
Kim countered brightly, well, as brightly as a sixteen
year old girl with her first two glasses of wine could
be expected to sound. "You can wear one a' Tim's t-
shirts. That's all I'm wearin'."
"N'kay!" Jenny said, standing up and wobbling a little.
Kim stood up and took her aunt by the arm. "Let's go
change."
Now I strongly expected that Kim had no intention of
wearing panties. That was fine with me. I resigned
myself to my normal night clothes, a t-shirt and boxers.
But I will admit that I was surprised to see Jenny
wearing my t-shirt too, and it didn't take much to
discern that panties weren't part of her ensemble
either.
Kim grinned. "Go change, Timmy. It's bedtime." I turned
out the lights in the living room and kitchen and went
to the bedroom and found two women in my queen-sized
bed. Smiling.
I started to slide in on Kim's side of the bed, but she
giggled and said, "Nuh-uh. Nope. I don't want to sleep
in the middle. And I want to sleep next to you. So that
leaves one option.
I looked at Jenny. She was smiling. "Get in, bud. I'm
sleepy."
And that's how I started the night. I nestled into the
space between giggly Kim on one side, sixteen and
snuggling up against me, and Jenny on the other side,
thirty-three, and at this point, all I knew was a drunk
lesbian. Not a bad-looking woman, by any stretch,
especially wearing my t-shirt. And as I was busy molding
myself to Kim's embrace, Jenny rolled over to face me
and tossed her leg across mine.
Kim giggled. "Uh, Tim, there's another foot on you, you
know."
"This... babe... I dunno..."
"Hush," Kim whispered. "If you love me like I love you,
play along, okay?"
"Uh..." I was taken aback.
Tiny whisper in my ear, "it's all okay. I love you.
Forever."
I kissed her. "I love YOU, babe... Forever."
I felt Kim's hand slide down my belly. Her fingertips
pushed under the elastic of my boxers and I sucked in my
breath as her fingers touched my semi-hard dick. She
giggled. And her hand was joined by another.
I turned to look at Jenny. She was smiling too.
Chapter Seven
"I feel like I've been set up." I slid my left arm under
Kim and wrapped her up. "What are you doing, Kim?"
"Sharing, babe. That's all. I love you. I love my Aunt
Jenny."
Boozily, Jenny said, "Maybe this wasn't a good idea,
Kimmy. I'm sorry, Tim. Really..."
"No, Jen, I'm sorry. Kim's the love of my life."
'Tim, baby, I asked Aunt Jen. I should've asked you,
too. I thought... I don't know what I thought. I guess I
thought that this is what a guy would die for." She
heaved a sigh.
My thoughts were swirling through my mind in torrents.
Yes, like many guys, the thought of two women and
recreational sex was exciting. But I'd given away
"recreational" sex. Only a day before had I finally gone
to bed with a woman, it was Kim and I couldn't explain
falling head over heels in love with her in some sort of
rift in the cosmic fabric.
Jenny was moving, trying to untangle her legs from the
sheets to get out of the bed. I touched her arm. "Wait,
Jen," I said. I looked at Kim. "You sure, babe?"
She bobbed her head affirmatively, her nose wrinkled,
grinning. "You know, all of you is MINE. I just wanted
to share a little bit with Aunt Jenny." She crawled up
my chest and kissed me.
Jenny returned to my side. "Mmmm," she said, forming her
more mature, softer form against me.
Since Kim's hands were cradling my face, there was no
doubt about the hand tracing my dick through the fabric
of my boxers.
Kim sat back. "I'm hot in here. Aren't YOU hot, Aunt
Jen?"
Jen said, "Yeah, it's warm in here."
Kim grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and skinned it over
her head. I marveled at the pair of perky titties
exposed by this motion. The sheet fell away from her
thighs and I was treated to the vision of her soft patch
of pubic hair.
I felt the bed move and turned my head. Jen had sat up
on her knees and was holding the hem of her t-shirt. I
watched her pull it over her head, exposing her breasts,
larger, softer, somewhat pendulous., with large brown
areoles and nipples. As her arms reached overhead to
remove the shirt, she looked pretty darned good.
Attractive, in a little plumpish, soft way. Her pubic
mound was completely bereft of hair. Shaved.
I took a breath after realizing that I'd been holding it
during this episode.
Kim said, "Babe, YOUR turn." And smiled.
"Yeah," Jen said. "And lose the drawers, too."
"Okay," I said. That wine buzz was still there as I
peeled off my t-shirt, then kicked the covers to the
foot of the bed and then raised my butt off the bed and
pushed my boxers down, then curled and whipped them off
my feet. When I lay back, I was naked, and my dick was
hard.
And Kim's hand touched it.
"OH, god, Kim, that feels good!" I said.
"I love it," Kim said. "Now, about tonight..."
I was all ears. I looked at her. I looked at Jenny.
Jenny was smiling.
Kim continued. "Me and you and Jenny." (I noticed she
dropped the "aunt") This bed. Tonight. US. Anything
goes. You." She looked at me. "You are MINE! IF we,
that's you and I, decide to do this again, we may do it.
With Jenny. And I think that Laci might... But YOU. ME.
And I consider this to be US. You are NEVER going to do
any of this without ME. And I will never do it without
YOU."
"Wow!" I said. "Okay. Kiss me."
She kissed me. I turned to Jen. "Did she ORDER you to do
this?"
Giggly Jen. "Oh, no, I told her that I thought you were
a good-looking guy. That if I wasn't involved with Laci,
I'd entertain the thought." She looked at Kim. "Can I
kiss 'im now?"
Kim nodded, grinning. Jen said, "Tim, Kim told me how
you feel about casual sex. This is not casual to me.
You're marrying my own flesh and blood. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. And kissed her. And it was quite
pleasant. I reached a hand up to touch one of those soft
titties. That got me an "Mmmmm" in the kiss. No sooner
than Jenny's lips left mine, the kiss came from Kim.
And Jenny said, "Kimmy, show me how this thing works."
Her hand was on my dick when she said it.
Kim giggled. "Oh, just do stuff that's fun for you, and
he'll be very happy."
I popped Kim a little smack on the ass. She squealed.
"That's what **I** do."
I got another Jen kiss, soft, lots of tongue, then Jen
moved down. "Kim," she said. "I've never done this..."
Kim giggled as she broke our kiss. "Lollipop, babe. Just
like the sweetest, hottest lollipop I've ever had." Kim
whispered, "Watch!" She turned her head, leaning against
mine as Jen's face got closer to my dick. She told Jen,
"I'm an EXPERT. I've been doin' 'im since Sunday."
Giggle. "I've already sucked a MILE of it!"
Jen said, "Here goes. Don't tell anybody. They'll revoke
my dyke license." And her lips closed over my dick.
"Mmmmm", came from my crotch as Jen slid me in and out
of her mouth.
Kim said, "Lemme go help her." And she moved down,
putting her face near Jen's. "Bite it a little if you
want. He likes that.
Jen lifted off me, smiling. "Bite?"
"Yeah," Kim said. "Lemme have your finger."
Jen extended a finger. Kim took it into her mouth and I
watched her jaws flex. She released the finger. "That's
how hard."
Jen's head bobbed down and I felt teeth. "Nnnnnmmmmm"
escaped my throat.
Jen pulled her head back. "Don't you come in my mouth,
Tim. I'm not ready for that."
"I won't." but I was thinking about it.
Jen said, "Kim, he likes how you taste?"
"I love how Kim tastes," I said.
"I would like you to eat me," Jen said.
A few giggles and titters later I had Jen straddling my
face, giggling as I licked . And Kim was teasing me with
her mouth on my dick. Kim stopped when Jen tossed her
head back and keened through an orgasm.
Jen fell off sideways and snuggled against me. "Kim,"
she said, "you got a good one. This is the first guy to
EVER make me come."
Kim kissed me. "He had me going at least a half dozen
times yesterday. Four with his tongue, two with this
thing." She held my dick in her hand. "You wanna try
it?"
Jen's head nodded. "Yeah, I think I'd like that." She
moved around and spread her thighs.
Kim said, "Aunt Jen, you shaved it?!?!"
"Mmm-hmm, babe. Nobody wants to get a hair at a tender
moment."
I filed that thought as I was placing myself between her
plumpish thighs.
"Ain't never seen a guy there before," Jen laughed. My
tongue halted her in mid-giggle. "Oh! That's GOOD!"
I was happy at being told by a lesbian (well, seems to
me that she just got reclassified as bisexual) that I
was good at licking pussy. Kim watched, moving herself
up to the head of the bed with Jenny. I looked up when I
heard Kim go "ohhhh, god..." and saw Jen's fingers
tweaking her nipples.
I returned to my delicious task of licking a very juicy
pussy. My next look up at my partners showed me Kim's
back arched as Jen's lips and tongue worked on her tit.
I went back to licking the juices from Jen's pussy,
paying particular attention to her stiff and excited
clit.
"Oh, Jen... kiss me." That was Kim. I lifted my face to
see my Kim kissing her aunt. I continued working on
Jen's pussy, delighting in the copious juiciness. Her
hips were pushing upward against my tongue, then I felt
her hands on the back of my head. I heard a wet smack as
their kiss broke.
"Gah...Tim, HARD!" hissed Jen. I worked on her with
tongue and teeth. "Ohgodyesssss!" and I felt the muscles
in her thighs relax. I raised up to see Kim smiling. She
raised her right hand and signaled "thumbs up",
grinning.
I crawled up in the bed and Kim and I kissed over Jen's
immobile form. "Mmmm," Kim said. "Jen tastes like me,
huh?"
"Yours is sweeter," I said. It was true. There was
subtle difference in the tastes of the two.
"If I... uh... tried..." Kim's eyes questioned me. She
didn't finish the sentence.
"That's between you and Jen, babe," I said. "But from
that kiss, I don't think she's gonna object."
We lay on either side of Jen. Her eyes opened and she
smiled. "Hi, there, babe," she said to Kim. "He made me
come. First man that ever made me come. Twice! And YOU
kiss good."
Kim smiled. And slid down in the bed a little, her hand
toying with Jen's plump titty. Jen's eyes widened as Kim
fastened her lips to tis nipple. Jen put her hand behind
my head and pulled my lips to hers. "Mmmmm," she moaned.
I felt the bed move again as my lips left Jen's. We saw
Kim moving towards Jen's pussy.
I was fixated. Kim looked up at me, smiling, then stuck
her pink tongue, yes, that tongue that played so happily
with mine when we kissed, the one that had brought me to
orgasm when she fellated me, THAT tongue, and she dipped
it into Jen's moist cleft.
Jen tossed her head back. "Mmmm, ohhhhh, Kim!"
Kim's head popped up. "Not bad, Jen. No wonder you like
doin' this, babe.' She smiled at me. "And YOU!" Kim
shifted to position herself between Jen's thighs. I
watched that short, sassy brown head dip down and felt
tremors run through Jen as I cradled her. I kissed Jen,
toying with her nipple.
"OhgodKim!" Jen gasped. "I'm... ohhhhh!"
I decided that somewhere in this thing I needed to be
sucked and I moved to kneel near Jen's head, my erect
dick inches from her face. She looked at me, then my
dick, and gasped in response to Kim's tongue, then she
parted her lips. I pushed my hips forward to put the
head of my dick against them and she sucked me in. Her
tongue, lips and teeth went to work, but then again,
after Kim looked up and saw us, so did she,
experimenting and finding something that apparently
drove Jen rushing toward orgasm.
I started worrying about Jen's teeth and my dick and her
"don't come in my mouth" warning earlier and I pulled
back, albeit reluctantly.
And Kimmy sent Jen over the edge. Jen's moans and
whimpers ended and Kim's juice-smeared face appeared
above Jen's steamy pubic mound. "Mmmmm," Kim said. "That
was FUN!" She moved up and reached across Jen's relaxed
body to kiss me again. Her mouth and lips were glossy
with Jen juice and I could taste it when we kissed. I
moved my lips around her face as she giggled and I
cleaned up the delicious remains of Jen's orgasm.
"Wow," Jen said. "That was GOOD!"
I and Kim were locked together at the lips and I felt
Kim jerk. We broke apart and I looked down to see the
cause of that little motion. Jen's fingers were inside
Kim's pussy. Kim smiled. "Looks like MY turn, babe!"
"Lay down, Kimmy," Jen said.
Kim complied. Where I'd lain on my stomach while eating
Jen, Jen stayed on her knees as she worked over Kim's
pussy. Jen, with her rounded, sweetly plump ass in the
air. I entertained the thought of how it would feel to
push into her pussy from behind, fucking her as she
licked my Kimmy out. Then I thought some more. There was
a line that hadn't been crossed. Oral sex was foreplay.
We were all playing, licking, biting, sucking, kissing,
fondling, but my dick hadn't been in a pussy. I wasn't
sure that Kim wanted me crossing THAT line, so I settled
for lavishing kisses and licks over that sweet heinie.
Jen wiggled it in a manner that I took to mean she was
enjoying my attentions, and I started doing more,
spreading her cheeks to tongue the pink bud of her
rectum. I could feel her quiver. I kept it up, finding
her pussy with my fingers, tickling her clit as she kept
servicing an increasingly vocal Kim. My Kim was getting
close, and if the level of wetness on my fingers was any
indication, so was Jen. I moved my face down to gather
those slick, musky juices with my tongue.
Jen went over, simultaneously with Kim's
"Ohgodohgodogod! Mmmmnnnnghhhhh! Hahhh! Jennnnn!" Her
body arched, pushing her pussy into Jen's happy face,
then collapsed back onto the bed. She let her breath out
with a sigh.
Jen and I took positions on either side of Kim,
showering her face with kisses. I surveyed the face of
my young lover. She was glowing. Jen smiled at me. "She
really is beautiful, ain't she, Tim?"
"Yes, she is. I love her..."
Kim's hand lazily arched around behind my head and
pulled my face to hers. "I love you, too, Tim," she
said, then kissed me. She smiled. "I've come. Jen's come
TWICE. It's YOUR turn... Lay down."
She got up and moved to offer me a gap between herself
and Jen on the bed. I lay back, anticipating, curious.
Two females had decided it was time for me to come and I
had no idea how that was going to happen.
"Jen," said Kim, "have you ever..."
"A guy?" Jen said. "Nope. Never. But I've... we... me
an' Laci... we use toys."
"But you've never had a real one in you?"
Jen's cute hair flounced out as she shook her head. She
looked at me. Looked at my dick, hard, pointing up. She
looked at Kim. "uh, babe," she said, all the stuff we've
been doin', that's just playin'. This is serious."
"No, it's not, Jen," said Kim. "Well, yes it is, but..."
Kim looked at me. I was just laying there, amazed by the
scene, two naked girls, one younger, one older, one
perfect weight, the other pleasantly plump, Kim's
fingers idly playing with me. "Tim, uh... if Jen
wants... can she?"
"You know I belong to you, Kim. If you want to share
that part of me..." My mind was racing.
Kim looked at me, then Jenny, smiling. "Jenny, I love
'im. If you want to, uh... with me here, it's like we're
ALL doin' it, so if you want..."
Jen was in a sexual overload. She kissed Kim, then me.
"We said anything goes, tonight." She looked at Kim.
"How'd you do it? I mean, your first time..."
"I got on top. That way I could control how fast and
everything."
I watched, smiling, as plump Jen straddled my hips. She
settled down, enveloping my dick between dripping moist
pussy lips. "Oh, this is nice, Tim. Neat thing you have
there." She slid back and forth a couple of times, the
raised up. "I don't know how long this will last," she
said. "When Laci puts one of her toys in there... wow!"
Kim said, "Let me help!" reaching between Jen and me to
put my dick in the spot it needed to be. Jen settled
back down. I encountered no resistance other than a
wonderful wet snugness. Kim kissed her and I felt Jen's
hips move under my hands.
Jen had told the truth. I was worried that I wouldn't be
able to last long, but Jen was over the edge just as I
could feel the tingles of my own orgasm start to build.
And when she finished coming, she fell off me, leaving
me hard and wet. Kim gently sucked me clean, easing me
away from the urgency of orgasm, but I knew I was going
to explode when I had one.
Jen was smiling, her eyes closed. They fluttered open.
"I'm going to have to tell Laci..."
Kim smiled, looking at me. She asked Jen, "Has Laci
ever..."
"No," Jen answered. "And this was my first. Maybe my
only... but Timmmm, thank you..."
"We need to make Tim come now, Jen," Kimmy announced.
"You do it, babe," Jen said. "I'll watch."
I had a thought. Kim and I had only mated once, both
times with her on top, facing me. "Babe," I said, "come
sit in my lap." I propped myself up with the pillows
piled behind my back. Kim settled in my lap. "Turn your
back to me." She kissed me then turned away.
"I feel that," she giggled. She caught the idea fast.
She rose off me, her hand guiding my dick. Jen's eyes
widened and she licked her lips as Kim lined my dick up
then settled back down, sliding my shaft into her pussy.
"You fill me up so good, baby," she said.
There is one problem with this position. Kim's clit was
well clear of my dick, missing any change of being
stimulated by the sliding of my member. I was kissing
and nibbling at Kim's neck, my hands clasping her waist,
her right arm moved, her fingers touching her own clit.
She was incredibly juicy. I could feel the moisture
starting to roll down my balls.
And Jen was watching the whole scene. "Wow, guys, this
is soooo cool..." She licked her lips. "I can see
everything. Your dick in her. Her pussy fitting sooo
tight around it, and her clit..." Jen reacted as I could
only hope, bending then laying across my leg to bring
her face in proximity to Kim and my point of coupling.
And she licked. Kim's clit. My dick as I slid in and out
of Kim. My drenched balls. And Kim and I were close. I'd
watched two females making love. I'd made love with
them. And now they were making love with me, and Jen's
tongue was expert.
I was fighting hard to prolong the sensations, but I was
losing. Fortunately, Kim was close to the edge, and the
two of us teetered on the brink together. Jen's tongue
flicked Kimmy one time to many,
"Ohgodohgodohgod, I'm commmmingggg!" She pushed down on
me. I felt the head of my dick hitting her cervix deep
inside her, and I felt the walls of her young pussy
clench and I released.
"Ohgod. Kimmm!!!!!" I pushed up into her for the second
spurt. Then the third. And a fourth and by that time as
I was squirting into her, my lunging dick was pumping
the semen out in great white gouts and Jen was still
licking us when the liquid flow changed from a
combination of Kim's and my lubricating juices to a mix
that included globs of semen. And she kept licking.
Kim collapsed back into my arms as I finally could
squirt no more. My dick softened and fell out of her
pussy. Into Jen's waiting mouth. Jen sucked me clean.
Kim's pussy was oozing my come, too, and Jenny sucked
the juices from her niece.
Our party dissolved into a wonderful tangle of three
happy people. Okay, I'd come once. Kim is certain to
make me good for two in two hours if I slept since our
last session. So it was, fifteen or twenty minutes into
kissing and groping and biting (Kimmy returning a favor)
I was hard again and discovered by Jen.
"Kimmy, it's back." She said. Her blonde head bent down
and sucked on my hard shaft. "Mmmm, it's giving me
juice. Tastes kinda like you. And Laci. And me."
"That's because it's for lubrication, just like ours."
Kim was kissing my face. "Play with his balls. He likes
that!"
I noted that Kim was giving instructions to her aunt on
how to make me happy. Jen's fingers made me happy.
Kim had another thought. "You know," she told Jen, "He
can uh... do it again. You know... come."
Jen's face lit up. "Can I have it? Like you did while
ago."
Kim looked at me. I nodded. "Sure you can," she said. We
rearranged the pillows and I propped up, my erection
proud and happy for all the attention. Kim noted this by
delivering a nibbly sucking. I held my arms open and Jen
sat back in my arms. I could feel the warm wetness of
her pussy against my dick.
Kim giggled. "Raise up," she commanded Jen. "Now let
yourself down easy." Kim's hand guided my dick into
Jen's hot, juicy pussy. I wrapped my arms around Jen,
caressing a bouncy breast in one hand, brushing aside
her hair with my nose and fastening my lips to her neck.
She went crazy, giggling, shaking, her pelvis working up
and down on my dick.
Second round, I was in position to last. Kim was getting
in position to make sure I didn't. I felt her lips on my
scrotum, then she grabbed the loose skin in her teeth
and shook her head.
"Gah, babe," I said. "You make me crazy." Kim laughed.
Then her tongue hit Jen's exposed, erect clittly and Jen
moaned. "Awwwww, Kimmmmm."
Kim licked Jen to a roaring orgasm. Jen's pussy and
Kim's tongue finished me. I spurted. Jen leaned her head
back as I did. "I feel every bit of that, you." she
said. "It's a good thing I'm on the Pill."
"Nope, don't worry," Kim interrupted. "He's fixed.
Vasectomy. That's purely recreational."
I, that is, my dick, finally plopped out of Jen's pussy.
Kim noted the fact. "Jen," she said, "If you want to
play with it when it's soft..."
Jen said, "Whatever, babe. I got it when he did you,
remember."
"Oh, yeah." Kim remembered. "But it's so cute when it's
soft. And you suck on it and you can feel it grow in
your mouth..."
Jen rolled off me and I twisted out of my nest of
pillows. I was rewarded with Kim's pussy in my face and
jen happily working on my soft dick. Then Kim remembered
where the other half of that load was. She got off me
and I felt the bed move, then and "Mmmmm" from Jen as
Kim started licking and sucking her from behind. Finally
Kim stopped and Jen stopped and I ended up with a naked,
and I presumed, satisfied girl on each side of me.
The queen-sized bed made sure that with three occupants
we stayed in contact, touching, hugging, fitting
together. And all that wine, that made sure that we each
got up in the middle of the night to drain off the
residue. And that meant that when each of THEM returned
to bed I got a warm, sucking feeling in my groin. And
when I got up, I sucked a couple of pairs of very nice
titties. And went back to sleep with somebody's hand
fondling my dick. And somebody else's hand holding my
balls.
Morning brought waking and waking brought, well, the
three of us sitting up in bed, realizing that we were
all completely naked, and while Kim was getting used to
having a dick inside her a couple of times a night, it
was new to Jen and she was sore.
"Wait'll I explain this to Laci," she said.
Kim was cradling my head as I nursed playfully on her
perky tits. "What? You're gonna tell 'er?"
"Sure," Jen said. "I told her that one day, if the
situation was right, I might do it with a guy. And
you're Kim's guy and Kim and I talked and she told me
how you were with her, and, hey, you're cute for a
guy..."
"That's what I always wanted to be, cute!" I chuckled.
Kim said, "And I told Aunt Jen that if it was okay with
you, well, I love her, and I love you. And here we are,
the morning after."
"But what's Laci gonna say?"
Jen snorted, "It's not like I cheated on 'er with
another woman, huh? Besides, SHE is gonna want..."
Kim was behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder, her
arms around my chest. "Maybe NEXT weekend..."
Jen laughed. "Yeah, I'm sore. I need some TLC. Tender
Licking Care."
"That's horrible, Aunt Jen..." Kim giggled. I noted that
we were back to "Aunt Jen" now.
Jen said, "Uh, we need to go to breakfast, but we smell
like an orgy."
Fact: THREE people can cram into a shower if they're
VERY friendly. We ARE very friendly.
When we got out of the shower, Jen took off to her own
apartment wearing her athletic shoes and my bathrobe.
Nothing else. Hair wet. And passed the old couple on the
sidewalk.
Half an hour alter the three of us were at a diner
parking lot, waiting for Laci to show up. We were
leaning against the hood of my SUV when Laci showed up.
She got out of her car and strode up to us, a quirky
grin on her face. "My, my, my! Don't WE look satisfied."
Jen stepped forward. "Hi, babe. It's interesting, but
I'm not signin' on with the other team."
"Darnit," I laughed. "And here I thought a taste of
Timmy would be enough."
Kim snorted, "You got me locked in, babe." And she
kissed me, right outside, in broad daylight.
We went inside and asked for the booth in the farthest
corner. Kim and I ordered pancakes. Laci got an omelet
and Jen got bacon and eggs and toast. Four mugs of
coffee arrived.
"How late did you work, babe," Jen asked Laci.
Laci's job was managing a data system for a large
company, and Friday night were often her nights to work
late.
"I got out of there after ten. I was going to get out at
eight, but one of the servers was acting wonky and so we
had to change it out and set it up." She looked at Jen.
"Well, so tell me... did you?"
Jen smiled shyly. I didn't even know Jen HAD any "shy".
"Uh-huh."
Kim smiled. "We wore Tim out."
"I guess..." Laci said. "I know how Jen is..."
The plates arrived. Amidst the clinking of silverwear
and plates, Laci pieced together that we had indeed hit
every possible permutation for two females and a male.
"I want some," she said. She looked at me, then Kim.
"D'you think the four of us..."
Kim nodded enthusiastically. "But here's my rules. We,
that's me and Tim, we're married, and we'll never do
anything without BOTH OF US. And (here's where my heart
did a bounce) there will NEVER be another male involved.
Never. Ain't gonna happen. Tim is my first, my one, my
ONLY. And you," she fixed Laci in her eyes, "You're like
family, and Aunt Jen is like my big sister and my mom
all rolled up together." She grinned. And after last
night... much more. But those are the rules." Kim took a
sip of her coffee. "I'm Tim's. He's mine. That's all
there will ever be for me."
"Wow," Laci said. "You love 'im, dontcha, baby girl."
Determined Kim face. "Yes I do. I truly, undisputably
do. And we're getting married the Saturday before
Thanksgiving."
"And I will be the Best Man and Jenny will be the Maid
of Honor."
"Yeah," I said. "I was "honored" last night..."
Laci smiled. "And we'll see who's the best man Friday,
Huh Kim?"
Kim giggled. "You guys need to be careful with 'im. He's
MY toy. I'm letting you play with 'im. Don't break 'im."
The check came and I tossed a gold card at it. And the
four of us walked out into Saturday, two couples
splitting into two different directions.
Once inside the car, Kim faced me. "Babe,' she said, her
blue eyes belying concern, "did I do something wrong?"
"Wrong?" I paused. "I guess I'm just confused. Really
confused. I thought..."
Kim interrupted, "I know what you thought, babe. I know.
But..."
"Kim," I said, "I told you that sex was something I
couldn't separate from love. I told you that a week ago.
And already..."
There was a tear on her cheek. "Take us home, babe." Her
face was red. The remainder of the trip home was silent.
I don't know what was going on in Kim's head, but my
thoughts were a swirl. I'd told this little girl my
innermost thoughts, explained to her my feelings, given
her my heart, and in one evening, lubricated by a few
glasses of wine, I'd violated my own standards.
It wasn't a happy couple that got out of the car when we
parked. We started walking towards the apartment. She
reached out and took my hand, not saying anything. As we
walked up the sidewalk the first path off it led to her
aunt's apartment. She looked me questioningly, her eyes
wet, on the verge of tears again.
I gave her hand a gentle tug and we walked to OUR
apartment.
Inside, with the door locked behind her, she threw her
arms around my neck, crying. "I'm sooo sorry, Tim... I
thought..."
I kissed her. "Kim, baby, you're the love of my life...
what did we do?"
"Babe," she sobbed, "I was talking with Aunt Jen and we
were being silly about you and me, and you know...
sex..."
"It's not just sex between you and me. We love each
other..."
"I know," she sobbed. "But me an' Aunt Jen. We got all
giggly and kind of planned, well, we talked about it...
and it sounded good, and fun, and when she told me that
she'd never been with a guy and I had..."
"but, babe," I said, "I love you, and it was between
US."
She was still sobbing. "I love you too, Tim, and it IS
us... but I thought you and me and Aunt Jen, we could
just, you know, PLAY... since we all love each other."
The wet blue eyes melted me. I had to think, though. I
said so. The tears flowed. "I had the perfect guy," she
sobbed, "and I messed it up..."
I sat down, putting my head in my hands. She knelt in
front of me, wrapping me in her arms, her face wet
against mine. "So what do we do, Kim? I love you."
"It's me and you, Tim. Us. Forever."
"But last night..." I looked into teary blue eyes. Did I
want to lose THIS girl? I decided. No.
"It's US, forever, babe." I sighed. I sat back and
pulled her up into my lap and cuddled her.
She looked at me, tears staining her cheeks. "Tim, last
night didn't mean I didn't love YOU. It just meant that
I loved you so much..."
She wasn't the only one with tears. "Kimberly," I said,
"I'm sorry, but I didn't want to share anything that was
yours. The best I can give you..."
She kissed me tenderly, "is US."
I gave up. Kim was supposed to be mine. I was meant to
be hers. I kissed her back. I felt her little pink
tongue brush my lips and I opened my mouth to her
tongue. When the kiss ended, we just held onto each
other for some minutes.
"D'ya still want me, Tim..."
"I will be wanting you the day I die, little brown-
haired girl," I said.
"B-but... marriage?" her blue eyes were pools I could
drown in. I looked into them and lost myself.
"Yes, if you want to marry this strange old engineer,
princess. I want to marry you."
She looked at me, head lowered, her eyes locked on mine,
still wet in the corners. "Then we're past this, baby?"
she asked, her voice tiny, questioning.
"We're past this, sweetness." I kissed her. And I meant
it. We held onto each other for a while longer, then she
got up. "Where're you going, love?" I asked.
"Be right back," she said.
I heard water running. She came back to the living room
with a washcloth and washed my face.
"Y-you cried over me," she said softly.
"And you cried over me, babe," I answered. "We are so
hopelessly tangled up. And I want it that way."
She turned her head to me, smiling. "We're not tangled.
We're like two lumpy pieces of some sort of weird jigsaw
puzzle. We just fit..."
Her eyes gleamed as she switched from sitting sideways
on my lap to straddling me, her arms around my neck.
Another kiss and she slowly pressed her crotch against a
part of me that didn't think at all. It got hard.
"Mmmmm," she said. "That's one of those parts that
fits."
I was helpless. I ran my hands from her shoulders, down
along her sides, to clasp her ass and pull her against
me harder. Yes, it'd been ten hours since my last
explosion and Kim was building another.
She bit her bottom lip, the corners of her mouth
smiling, she shook her head, her brown hair bouncing,
and she held the pose. I don't think she did stuff like
that on purpose, but there was a spot in my brain that
was exactly the size and shape of the images of Kim.
"Uh, babe, all that coffee for breakfast?" she sighed,
"it needs to come out. I gotta..."
"Okay, my princess," I said, releasing her. "Now that
you mention it."
"Me first," she said. The apartment had two bathrooms,
but I followed her to the one off the master bedroom. I
watched her slide her shorts and then her panties down,
then she sat. From the sound I could tell she wasn't
kidding about the need to go. I was unbuckling my belt
as she got up and left the bathroom to me.
When I finished, I was zipping up and I turned to go
into the bedroom. There in the middle of the bed was
Kim, still fully dressed, except her shorts weren't
buttoned. She was on her side, propped up on one elbow.
Smiling. Thirty minutes later we were laying in each
other's arms, satiated, her face close to mine and I
could feel her breath brush my cheek.
"Babe," she whispered, "Nothing compares to YOU. US. I
mean, last night..."
I was surprised that she'd breech the subject, but this
was Kim, and Kim was headstrong and after only a week
together, I was learning her ways. "What about last
night?" I asked.
"I was happy for Aunt Jen, but I was happier when YOU
came in me." She pulled her face away from me to stare
into my eyes. "Truth, babe," she said.
"I will always tell you the truth, little one," I
answered.
"Last night, you DID enjoy it. I mean, you came twice."
"Yes, I enjoyed it, Kimmy. Mostly because I saw YOU
being happy."
She got a serious look. "Now, babe, you can say "no" and
I'll never bring up the subject again, but if you and me
and Jen and Laci."
"As long as you want that. But babe, no other guy...
I... I guess I'm selfish, but I can't handle the thought
of you with another guy."
She fixed me in her eyes. "Babe, if it wasn't for you, I
don't think I'd have ever had a guy..."
"Seriously?"
She smiled and kissed me. "Yep. You're the one. And the
only. Something about you completes me."
"I'll accept that. But what about last night, when I...
when Jen..."
"I wasn't a bit jealous, baby," she said. "This," her
hand wrapped around my soft dick, "is MINE. It's like I
shared my favorite toy with her. And you an' her taste
pretty good mixed together. Lay back!" she commanded.
I rolled on my back and she slid on top of me,
presenting me with her pussy, still oozing the mixed
juices of our joining. Her lips closed over my dick,
sucking its softness. It didn't stay soft, and she
giggled. Sucking me to hardness was in her words,
"magic".
I feasted on the soppy pussy before me. That it was my
semen mixed with her musky juices was not distasteful.
It was delicious. She held the head of my dick in her
mouth as I licked her clean and then tongued her to a
sweet, shuddering orgasm.
I turned her around and we cuddled. She idly toyed with
the head of my dick with her fingers.
"Babe," she asked, "are we going to do anything else
today?"
"We're going to take another shower. We smell like hot
sex."
We showered together, just a quickie. It would've been
quicker, but there was a certain amount of mutual
genital washing that was clearly recreational.
I was shaving when my phone rang. Kim answered it. I
heard her say, "Tim Duncan's phone. This is Kim." Pause.
"Yes, he's here. Just a second." She came into the
bathroom. "Babe, it's the job."
This was one of the hazards of my line of work. When
you're the engineer in charge of a plant's electrical
power system and lights go out, YOU get a call. "HI,
this is Tim," I said. I listened to the sad story over
the phone, asking questions, and with every exchange it
became more clear that this wasn't something that would
be solved with a conversation. "Okay, I'll be out there
in, oh, forty-five minutes."
Kim was watching me, still delightfully nude, as was I.
"There goes our day, babe," I said. "They need me out
there."
She smirked. "That's what you get for knowing things,"
she said.
"Yeah, I guess." I opened my closet and pulled out jeans
and a work shirt and started dressing.
"How long will you be gone?" she asked.
"I dunno. Could be a couple of hours, maybe more, but I
will be home this evening. You gonna be okay?"
"Will you love me all day while you're gone?" she
smiled.
"I will love you until the last star blinks out."
"Then I'll be okay. I have plenty to do around here."
Yes, it was HER house, too. My toys were her toys.
"I'll call you as soon as I find out what's going on,
baby." I kissed her, running my hands over her naked
butt, and I left.
Sometimes things just go very bad when dealing with
electrical power, and metal gets vaporized and doors
blown off and general mayhem occurs. I walked into a
little bit of the aftermath of one of these situations.
No, it wasn't going to get fixed today. It was going to
get secured today and I and a crew of electricians did
some slightly heroic things involving high voltage
cables and unusual equipment applications and at seven
PM we had the lights back on in a production unit and I
was on the way home. Clearing the gate, I flipped my
phone open and punched up Kim on speed dial.
"Hi, babe," came the bright voice that I loved. All that
did was make me kick myself for causing tears this
morning.
"Hi, sweetie, I'm on the way home."
"Good! I'm waiting for you. Everything okay?"
"Kinda sorta. We did some temporary stuff to get through
the weekend. I'm a mess. I crawled in some nasty places.
I'm gonna need a shower when I get home."
"Oooooo," she squealed. "I can help!"
"You might not want to, babe. I'm nasty." I was smudged
with carbon and other blast biyproducts. I went on, "Uh,
have you had dinner?"
"No," she said. "You said you'd be home in time."
"Order pizza if you don't mind. I'm tired."
"I don't mind. Are you up for a game of Trivial Pursuit
with Laci an' Aunt Jen?"
"Sure. After I clean up."
Kim was somewhat shocked at my smudgy form when I walked
in the door. She peeled my clothes off and started them
in the laundry and then joined me in the shower. I
appreciated her gentle but thorough hands soaping and
scrubbing my arms and face. I got out and was shaving
when I heard the pizza and Laci and Jen arrive
simultaneously. The four of us sat around the dining
room table laughing and enjoying hot pizza. I couldn't
help but feel that my status within the group had
changed. I know that I certainly held Miss Jen in a
different regard, and I thought I detected a little bit
of difference in the way Laci looked at me.
The Trivial Pursuit game went well. Jen and Laci invoked
Kimberly Rules on Kim and I and Kim managed to pull off
a win amongst laughter and "Nobody in his right mind
would KNOW that shit!" and "Remind me to never play with
HER again!", but I knew they'd play again. The clock was
pushing eleven thirty when the game was over and Jen and
Laci stood at the door to leave. Jen kissed Kim. Then
me. I felt her tongue hit my lips so I answered, just a
little. Her eyes were laughing. And then Laci kissed
Kim, then me. And they left. I remembered the look in
Laci's eyes. Curiosity? And maybe a little playful lust?
When the door closed, I pulled Kimberly to me.
"Mmmmm, babe," she purred. "Bed!"
Two minutes later we were naked in bed together, our
bodies pressed tightly against one another, and my hand
was stroking that short, sassy hair of hers. And she was
alternating between purring and giggling and gosh I
loved this little girl. Little? Five-eight? Okay, let's
do "young girl". She was such a doll. My fingertips read
the skin of her body, taut, youthful, smooth. Several
kisses later we were in a happy sixty-nine, and this
time we both came. After her lips had secured the last
droplets of semen from me, she let my dick drop form her
lips almost reluctantly and turned around.
"So what'd you do while I was gone today, babe?" I
asked.
"I went to hang out with Aunt Jen and Laci. Laci had to
go do something and I talked to Aunt Jen while you were
gone."
"Yeah? What'd she have to say?" I asked.
Kim was laying on her side, her head propped on her left
hand, her right idly fondling my dick. "You know that
conversation the you and I had this morning about last
night?"
"Yeah," I said.
"They had one, too. Tim, my aunt and Laci are not
promiscuous. I don't know if you know that."
"I heard monogamy was pretty common among lesbian
couples," I said.
"Well, they are. And Laci unloaded on Aunt Jen about it.
I guess it was like you and me. But they got over it. I
guess like you and me. Aunt Jen said she told Laci that
she was only doin' what she and Laci had joked about,
and Laci said Aunt Jen needed to learn what a joke
meant."
"Wow," I said. "So Laci thinks..."
"Aunt Jen says that Laci was jealous, too... you're like
the first straight guy they've really had a relationship
with, you know, friends and all that, and then there's
that thing about me and you..."
"But they're still good, huh?"
"Yeah," she said. "Babe, you know how we just played a
game together, and everybody laughed and had fun?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering how this fit into the
conversation.
"It was a game. Last night. It was a game. Between
friends. Aunt Jen has Laci. I have you."
"And this means..." I questioned.
"That if, you..."
"Oh," I said, "Me and you and Jen and Laci..."
She touched her forehead to mine and said in a small
voice, "yes..."
"Kim," I asked, "is this going to be like a regular
thing?"
Kim smiled, "Maybe just once in a while... You know,
Aunt Jen's got this king-sized bed. I mean, all FOUR of
us?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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