I Swear I'm Not a Home-Wrecker Pt. 01

Jane arrived a half hour late, as per her usual, especially when she was going to see her "rock-n-roll Jesus". We were all going to Virginia Beach to see Ryan's (that be the aforementioned rock-n-roll Jesus) best friend for the week. I was the first pick up and I, literally hated being late even for a road trip, but was thrumming with excitement. If I remember right this was my first trip out of state without family of any kind! My memory is a little unreliable sometimes. Anyway, I throw my bag into the back of her silver VW beetle; I swear I can't make this up, my best friend was a hippy-type 20 year old named Jane who drove a real life VW bug that almost always had the Beatles playing loudly from the speakers and her 39 year old boyfriend, Ryan, looked like a mix between Rob Zombie and Jesus, hence "Rock-n-Roll Jesus". I know what you might be thinking, 20 and 39?!? Yup that's completely true, at first I was skeeved out by it but Ryan grew on me, he was a pretty decent guy. How many dudes do you know take their girl on a week long vacation in December, without interfering with family obligations, and really take care of her in all of the important ways? Not many I'd think.

"Girl, you're late again, I am beyond excited, let's get Ryan and blow this popsicle stand," I say as I pop into the passenger seat and buckle up.

She just rolled her eyes, "shut up, it's vacation, you don't always have to be so timely."

"True enough," I look in her direction as she pulls out of my parents driveway, "so are you like hella excited to get a whole week to be with Ryan?" I wiggle my eyebrows for emphasis, they had a HEALTHY sex life.

I may or may not be a little jealous of that part, I hadn't had a lot of sex or sex partners, I was on a dry spell that felt like it was a year long. Whenever we hung out it was almost always with other people so Ryan and Jane could sneak off for 30-50 minutes of alone time without abandoning me. Then I'd get all the juicy deets later.

She had a really wide grin when she nodded, "absolutely, Kyle's RV has plenty of space to test out. Don't worry, we won't do anything on the pull out bed until the last day so you don't have to sleep there!" She snickered as she propped her left foot up on the dash by the steering wheel. She did this all the time and it finally didn't terrify me every time she did. It should have been cold outside, like it usually would be in central Ohio a couple of days into December, but it was still like 65, really the perfect weather for a road trip.

Ryan's house was closer to downtown, Jane and I live deeper into the suburbs; a place city people call the boonies, but people who live in the boonies call the city. The usually 45 minute trip took no time, probably because we were both so excited.

She pulled up to the front of Ryan's place and rolled down the windows, she sticks her thumb out the window indicating she's going inside to get him and I grin, knowing what that meant, luckily I planned for such an instant and brought the book I'd been reading. I know, who brings a book on a college beach vacation? Like I said, dry spell, and we were headed to Virginia Beach to stay at Ryan's buddy, Kyle's house, well, his RV on his property. It's not like there was going to be a kegger every night or tons of people to socialize with. Just Jane, Ryan, Kyle, his 14 year old daughter Morgan, and his fiancée Kelly. It sounded a lot less fun when you spelled it all out like that but we were 20, hadn't been on a vacation without family, and definitely not on a vacation that supplied copious amounts of alcohol at no cost to ourselves. Plus it's a beach, albeit in December on the east coast.

With a couple of stops to pee and some ran-do stops to roadside stands/shops we made it to Kyle's in record time.

We pulled up to a nice little one-story house, with white siding and a small grey porch next to the gravel driveway.

Ryan checked his phone, "they're out back."

He unfolds his 6'4" lanky frame out of the car, stretching after being in the confines of a "toy car" (that's what he calls her car) and goes to open Jane's door for her. He offers her a hand and she takes it, stepping out of the car slow enough that Ryan looks down at her long, tanned legs that she's clearly putting on display for him. When she's got both legs out she hops out and scrunches herself close to him searching for warmth. As soon as Ryan opened his door we both felt the chilling air waft in.

"I know it's December but Ohio was so nice, here it's damn near cold as ice," she says moving her arms in between herself and Ryan.

Ryan snickered, "it's not that cold, I think you just want to be close to me." He winked before kissing her like they hadn't made out at every stop.

By this point I'm out of the car waiting on directions because I'm a wee-bit cold but also excited to get my drink on. We could hear light music coming from behind the house. I lightly clear my throat, I'm not trying to be a cock-block but it's cold and alcohol heats you up and Kyle already told Ryan that he and Kelly were pregaming waiting for us to arrive. I was always nervous about meeting new people but it was only two people and it came with free booze.

He took hold of Jane's hand and led us around back, I'm assuming Kyle, stood up in his hot tub and was like, "bout time y'all got here! It's almost ten!" He picks up a pitcher of brown liquid with ice in it and pours more into his glass.

With the way Jane was still plastered to Ryan because she was "cold" Kyle said, "you must be Jane, I'm Kyle, this is Kelly," he pointed to a tiny blonde woman who was clearly already drunk as hell, but she smiled and waved.

"Hi guys! I'm so glad you made it safe! Have a drink!" She says pointing to the pitcher and cups with a swing of her whole hand, "I made Long Island Iced Tea."

Now, being 20 and a relatively "good kid" I did not know what I was in for when Kyle handed me a full glass, "you must be Jane's friend."

"Mhmm, Ashley," I say taking the glass and smiling at him, "thanks."

Ryan had poured himself and Jane a glass and they both began drinking, so I did too. Holy cow, it was like drinking straight liquor and I had not really done that yet in this size container, shots, yes, entire class of hard liquor, no sir. I started by drinking tiny sips, it was warming me up being next to the hot tub and drinking a bit so I took what I could get.

I guess at this point you're probably wondering what I look like. I'm 5'9" with auburn hair that goes down to mid back, I never really do anything with it so it just kind of lays there. Jane and I joke that I have two skin tones, ghost and lobster; that's not counting my freckles that cascade from the bridge of my nose to anywhere else sunlight has hit. I'm a bigger girl, curves, no butt really, but God blessed me with a great pair of twins. That and my hair are my two favorite things about my appearance. Anyway, I tell you because I'm with two dudes, each with skinny blonde women on their arms and getting laid on the reg, okay I'm not sure about Kyle but he's engaged, he's got to be getting some right? As I'm having this thought to myself while sipping my drink with one hand and covering my tummy slightly with the other, both couples start exploring their tonsils enthusiastically.

When Kyle and Kelly are finished (this time) he looks up and grins devilishly at us all, "why aren't you guys in the hot tub yet?"

I set my drink down, "I'll go get the bags so we can change." I had already seen the RV with its lights on further down the driveway that leads all the way to the edge of the backyard.

Kyle grabs my wrist, "no need, just get into your underwear, Kelly and I did." He stands up and indeed he's in black, what look like cotton, boxer briefs that cling tightly to every contour. I probably stare a bit too long, the alcohol has my brain function slowing already. He chuckles slightly as he notices and slides back beneath the water. I blink, barely regaining my ability to think. I look over to Jane and Ryan and they're already in their skivys. At their enthusiasm and the fact that Kyle and Kelly are already there, I say "fuck it" in my head and pull my shirt over my head and slide my leggings down. Leaving my flip flops on the deck next to the hot tub, I wait for the others to climb in then quickly do the same. I'm wearing light pink cheekies and a hot pink bra, I did not plan on anyone seeing my mismatched not-lingerie. I take another swig of my drink, more than I have previously, it burns but so does the water a bit and burn can feel good.

We start talking a bit just casual and typical questions, "what do you do, how's school going, what are you studying," sharing basic information. All while drinking and giggling as our intoxication levels rise. By this point Ryan has pulled Jane onto his lap and I can see her "floating" back and forth. Kyle has definitely noticed too. His eyes have focused on them and then he looks to Kelly who was drunk when we arrived and is DEFINITELY plastered by this point. He reaches for her and she grins, sliding toward him and straddling him. I watch as his large hands grip her hips and pulls her forward into an impassioned kiss. Now everyone in the tub is groaning and I'm sitting there awkwardly trying to look anywhere but the four of them. It's at that moment that Jane catches my eye and grins mischievously, she leans back onto Ryan's chest and curls her arm around his neck grasping the back of his head and crashing his lips to hers, all while still rocking back and forth. His hands are on her hips, I can just see the flesh of her hips dipping at the pressure he's applying under the bubbles of the water. She whispers something in his ear and comes to sit next to me after he nods.

"You know," she says as she drains what little was left in her glass, "I'm so happy we get to be on this trip together and we got you out of the house!" She leans in and grabs me in a bear hug.

I can feel her stiff nipples through her lacey bra as they rub against the tops of my breasts. She knows I'm bisexual and we are really close so this isn't totally strange, plus our go-to clubs are all the best gay clubs central Ohio has to offer. After watching everyone else get some attention I'm dying but just giggle and hug her back.

It's at this point that I notice we have an audience. I mean two typical dudes watching as two drunk and sexed up college girls hug in their underwear in a hot tub. It's bound to get attention. It must be the alcohol but as I release Jane from the hug my hands trail down her spine instead of just letting go. Where I'm ghostly white, Jane is tan from all the running she does. Where I'm curvy, Jane is muscular and fit. I watch as both men watch my hands trail down her back. Kelly is looking at nothing in particular and just smiling. She is no longer on Kyle's lap and as my hand floats away from Jane, Kyle's eyes meet mine. His lightly tanned jaw, covered in a days stubble is working hard as he continues to bore holes into my soul.

"What, are you two a thing?" He says snickering and rolling his eyes, crossing his heavily muscled arms making the few tattoos he has strain against the effort to contain them.

Jane and I look at each other and instinctively know, "what if we are, what's it to you?" We say sharing the sentence and then grabbing each other's hands as we raise our arms above the edge of the hot tub. I didn't know about Jane, but I was getting hot.

Kyle let out a small huff before shifting in the hot tub seat, "well don't let me stop you." He was trying to call our bluff.

Jane and I always joked about making out but had never done it. She looked at me and came closer, letting go of my hand and trailing a line from a water droplet up to my shoulder, pushing my hair behind my ear. My breath was coming quicker, I have always thought of Jane as beautiful, and we made jokes, but never gotten anywhere near kissing, just grinding on each other in clubs like typical college girls on the dance floor. She was still coming closer, I reached my hand to move her hair much in the same way she had just done to me, I sat up a bit and that was all it took. Our lips touched and it was almost like we weren't sure if we should go forward. Then we heard Kyle and Ryan groan and Kelly's breath catch. With that, we felt encouraged to go further; our lips moved together, my hand twinning into Jane's hair, she still had one hand close to my ear and moved it down to the nape of my neck while the other rubbed up my left arm. Once she reached my bra strap she slipped her finger under it and traced up and down to the top of my breast. My breath hitched and it broke the kiss momentarily. I looked into her heavily lidded eyes and she had a small grin on her face, her finger still traced the top of my breast and I used my hand to bring her back. I kissed her briefly on the lips and pulled back enough to use my thumb to touch her swollen lip and tug it down a bit. I lean forward and suck her lip in between my teeth and nibble a bit. I have lost track of my hands and she leans further into me, kissing me and pushing her breasts into me with her hand trailing to the back of my bra. I run my hands down her sides and grab her gorgeously toned ass, squeezing gently. I break away to trail kisses and small nibbles down to the strap of her bra.

Ryan reaches forward and I felt his fingers graze mine as he traces the line of her panties just below where my hand lies. I move my hand because I know she prefers what he can offer. I move my hand to her breasts, squeezing it gently. I can feel her tight nipple in my palm. I move my hand a bit more and pinch her between my thumb and middle finger. Rolling her nipple between my fingers she pushes forward arching herself away from the kisses she was laying on my neck. With a splash of water Ryan tugs her back to him, spinning her around to straddle him and kisses her vigorously.

Kyle had been watching Jane and I with fervent attention, Kelly was watching and somewhere during Jane and I's fevered moment, her bra had come off and she was matching the movements I had just been using on Jane. Kyle followed my gaze and his eyes locked on to Kelly's breasts.

He grinned and in a husky voice said, "come here you."

Kelly moved toward him and I watched as her hand snaked down between their bodies. Ryan and Jane were panting heavily to my right, water was moving with their ministrations. Again I sat alone but was so turned on I needed to readjust in the hot tub. I pushed myself up a bit, feeling the cool air touch my upper body. Kyle reached for Kelly's hand and brought it out of the water to wrap around his neck, he pulled her up so he could ravage her breasts with his mouth.

I looked away, only to see Jane throw her head back as Ryan's hand was low between them too. I watched him grin as she squealed under his touch.

Kyle heard her noises and set Kelly down on his lap, "no sex in the hot tub guys."

Ryan nodded his head and stood, he climbed out of the hot tub, picking Jane up, who then started giggling, and carrying her over his shoulder to the RV. Welp, that escalated quickly. Kelly and Kyle were back to business so I looked away and thought about my options. I couldn't go to the RV because you don't go knockin' when the RV is rockin' and staying here had me getting more turned on. I decide on turning around and letting my upper body hang out of the hot tub, allowing the cool night air to hit me to cool me down. My butt is still in the water but the top half is out.

I hear movement behind me and glance over to see Kyle helping Kelly out of the hot tub and into the house. I stay in the same position relaxing, calming down from that turn of events. My eyes drift closed as lay my head on my crossed arms. Pretty soon I hear the sliding door open, indicating that someone has come back out, either Kyle or Kelly, I didn't bother looking.

"She was exhausted, she wanted to stay and give you company but she pregamed a little too hard I think," he said as I hear him come back into the hot tub.

"No big, I thought you'd be busy after all that, I didn't think anything of it." I tilted my head in his direction smiling.

"So, psychology huh?"

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what's after, but I have time," I say, still hanging over the edge.

He made some wordless agreement, and I couldn't care less. Then, I felt something on my leg, a steady point of pressure, going up just far enough to touch the curve of my ass, then it trailed back down my leg. I was more than tipsy but goodness knows I was still turned on, so instead of shrinking away from the touch I pressed into it.

With a moment a clarity I snap upright and turn to face him, "what was that?"

I hissed out the words before I saw the hungry look in his eyes, the rest of my argument left me then. He waded the short distance between us.

"You're so beautiful, I couldn't wait for her to go to bed. Took too damn long." He moved slowly, like he was scared I would fly away.

I don't think I could if I wanted to though. No one had called me beautiful, not like that. He brush my damp hair off my rapidly rising and falling chest, not quite touching me, just a light brush.

"Kyle," I whisper, almost inaudibly. I knew I should get out of that hot tub.

He leaned in, just inches from my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He wasn't thinking straight. "Tell me you weren't putting on a show for me, tell me your perfect ass wasn't waiting for this." His hand disappeared below the ripples of the bubbles, he wrapped one strong arm around my back and lifted me just enough to fit his hand under me and squeeze harshly.

I let out a whimper, none of my sexual partners made me feel this sexy, this wanted, and he had barely said or did anything. "I... I..." my words trail off as he continued to knead my flesh enthusiastically. "Maybe I did." My heart was beyond racing, I'm sure he could feel it in the small space between us.

"Tell me to stop, I will." His gazed locked on mine.

Again, I don't think I could have if I wanted to. When I said nothing his hand released its hold of my ass and went in between us as he kissed me. Just as his hand reached my panties his lips touched mine. He wanted me and I wanted him, I could feel his solid cock pressed against my leg. He took his time running his fingers up and down my crease through the panties. I reflexively moved my body closer to his to get more of his touch. He groaned under my lips and depended the kiss. I reached around and dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders. He wasn't rock solid but jeez he was firm, and if he was worried about Kelly seeing the marks from my hands he didn't say anything. He pressed his fingers to my clit through the panties and I arched further, breaking his hold on my mouth, throwing my head back and moaning. He took that opportunity to plant kisses down my throat and bite my neck. The feel of his teeth had me reacting against him again. I didn't see his control snap but it must have, because he removed his hand from my pussy and flipped me over, just like I had been when he came out. It wasn't a second after he had me flipped over that my panties were down.

He bent over pressing his firm body against my back.   "I don't want to..." I felt his dick beneath the wet fabric of his boxer briefs slowly rubbing on my backside, "... but this is the last time I'll ask, do you want me to stop?"

I was breathing so heavily my words came out one at a time as I turned my head to try and see him, "do... not... stop."

With that he laid another bite, this time on my left shoulder, grabbed a fistful of my hair with his right hand, and apparently freed himself from his boxers only to plunge into my waiting folds. I let out a deep groan and so did he.

"You're so tight," he said as he fiercely grabbed my hip, he began his slow assault sawing in and out of me at a pace I didn't think was possible with the level of want between us.

With about the fourth or fifth thrust I found my inner goddess and pushed against him, trying to bury him further inside me. He picked up the pace and pulled my hair hard, each thrust coming faster causing the water in the hot tub to splash over the side. My mewling sounds grew to match each thrust, I had never cum without other stimulation but I was so close. When he let go of my hip and reached around to pinch my throbbing clit I felt myself tighten around his thick dick. I felt so full and I shuddered endlessly as he finally pulled himself off and sprayed his seed all over my back. He let go of my hair, careful to keep it out of the mess. I was still breathing heavily and hanging over the edge of the hot tub when he began to use the water to wipe up the remains of our tryst. I don't know whether he meant to or not, but I'm assuming he did; when he pulled up my panties for me he ran his hand along my folds again, causing me to groan. I turn around and sit down once again still panting as I try to focus on what just occurred.

He leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face, "that was," he paused seemingly searching for the words.

"Yeah." I blinked as realization began to dawn through the post-climax and alcohol induced haze. He came close again and took my hand gently, "I don't know what you've done to me."

"Oh? Sorry, it won't happen again, Kelly is your fiancee, we can't." My words came falling frantically as I pull my hand back. "Thanks, I guess. Sorry again." I scramble out of the hot tub and hot-foot it to the RV where I collapse onto the sofa.

That's how I met Kyle Robechaux.

I woke up to see Ryan and Jane coming out of their room. I pulled the blanket up over my shoulder blocking myself from a sudden chill. Blanket?!? I sit up, I'm pretty sure I didn't get a blanket when I came into the RV last night.

I look at my friends, "thanks for the blanket."

Jane and Ryan look at each other asking a wordless question between them, "we didn't get you a blanket."

Huh, I must of grabbed one.

"Ryan did bring in the bags this morning though."

"Awesome." I climb off the couch and rummage through my bag. I find an AC/DC shirt, a fresh bra and panties, again mismatched, and a pair of jeans with holes up the legs.

By this time Jane and Ryan were leaving to go to the house, "just go in the sliding door," Ryan said as he left behind Jane, closing the RV's main door. I began putting myself together. I put my hair in a messy bun, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. Feeling more like myself I search for my flip flops. Realization dawned, I must have left them by the hot tub with my shirt and leggings. I step out of the RV, I don't know why, but I peek out to make sure no one is outside as I go get my things. Okay, I do know why; I don't know how to face Kyle and Kelly this morning. Welp, I've got five more days here, so I have to trudge through. Plus, Kyle was probably so drunk last night he had no memory of our entanglement, not that I took advantage of him, but I felt guilty as hell. I resign myself, after putting yesterday's clothes away and stepping back into the morning light. I felt slightly better, it meant nothing, and it won't happen again.

I open the sliding door and realize I'm in Kyle's bedroom. This is where Ryan told me to enter, I'm sure of it. I felt like I wasn't supposed to see this private area, so I rushed through to the door, not failing to see his boxers from last night at the top of his basket. As I pass the threshold into the hallway I feel my panties getting wet thinking about last night. I shake my head willing the thoughts to go away.

"Good morning," greets Kelly, handing me a glass full of red liquid.

"Morning," I can't look her in the eyes but I do my best to smile, "thanks, what is this?"

"Bloody Mary," she says matter-of-factly. "Helps with the hangover to just start the day with more I feel like."

I quirk my brow, "alrighty then." I take a sip, again it tastes more like liquor than the red tomato juice would suggest. I set it down, Jane is frying some bacon, I steal some from the plate that's already cooked.

"Well, I'm off to work," Kelly says grabbing her keys.

"You work today?" I gulp, being the third wheel with Kyle does not sound like a good idea.

"Yup," she says shrugging, "Kyle's lucky he's so high up in the Navy. He can take time off when he has any inclination. He was supposed to work today too, but he wanted to show y'all around since you didn't get in with enough time to do it yesterday."

That sounded reasonable, right? "Well have a good day at the salon!"

Then she hugs Jane, Ryan, and myself before hollering, "bye Kyle, love you!"

I hear his reply from the room beyond the step down from the kitchen, "bye Kelly, have a good day."

Ryan went into the other room. I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at Jane, "I fucked Kyle last night," I waited to see her reaction. She looked at me and grinned, she knew all about my dry spell.

"And?"

"Well, it was more like, he fucked me," I said trying, but failing, to not smile as thoughts of last night came once again to the forefront of my mind, like they had ever left.

"Do tell," she said flipping the bacon.

"I feel so guilty, but God Jane it was so good. And not just because I haven't been laid in like six months. It was GOOD," I pulled down my shirt to show her the teeth marks he left on my shoulder.

She looked over and her eyes went a little wide, "damn girl, and why are you guilty?"

"Duh, because he's engaged to Kelly?" Like how could she not know? You had to walk past their engagement photo in the hallway to get to the kitchen, which did not make me feel good at all about the wetness seeing his boxers had left.

"Girl, engaged is not married. You're both consenting adults and it was probably a one off. We did put on quite a show last night."

"You're probably right, but still I slept with a guy getting married in less than a year."

"Honey, you didn't sleep with him, you fucked him, big difference."

"Shut up!" I say as I playfully shove her with my hip.

She finished cooking up the bacon and fried some eggs in some of the grease. "Breakfast!"

I sat down just in time to see Ryan, followed by Kyle, coming into the kitchen. I looked down at my plate, pretending to be fascinated as I ate. I could feel his eyes on me, but I wouldn't look up. Eventually we were all eating and light, easy conversation took place of the awkwardness I felt. When we were done we threw our paper plates away while Kyle put the rinsed cooking materials in the dishwasher. I took that time to admire him. He was shorter than I thought. My height, almost exactly if I had to guess. He was fit and his black shirt showed off his muscles, again not body builder, but not pudgy or scrawny either. He was wearing those type of athletic pants with stripes down the sides, that did nothing to help hide his toned ass. Yup, that was firm.

I shook myself away from my thoughts and walked into the other room, just as I heard the dishwasher close.

"Let me give you a tour?" I jump a little I didn't realize he followed me, I thought he would have gone the other direction or something.

"Sure," I say acting as if that wouldn't drive me nuts; his undivided attention as he showed me his home.

He put his hand on the small of my back and gently showed me around the room we were in, not much else to see in there but he introduced his snakes. Yup, snakes, he had at least eight. I was not a huge fan of them, like who had snakes, but he asked if I wanted to hold one and I said to myself, what the hell. He pulled out a long white and yellow snake, he said it was an albino ball python I think?

"This is Anissa," he said placing the bulk of her in my outstretched hands. "She's a snuggler if she likes you."

"What if she doesn't like me?" I say hearing the touch of fear in my own voice.

"She'll slink over to me, easy peasy." He steps close to where our arms are flush against each other, just in case.

Anissa wraps herself around my arm and stays put. I step away from Kyle, not wanting to stay in contact, "I guess this means she likes me?" I say as I rotate my arm locating her face.

"What's not to like? I know I do."

I snap my attention to him, "yeah," an edge of caution to the word. I grab Anissa and hand her back to Kyle, my fingers brush his palm and I yank my hand away as soon as I know he has her. "Where's the bathroom?"

"I'll show you," he says as he latches Anissa's lid.

"That's not necessary, just point." I say, looking around for an exit strategy.

He quirks his brow, "go back through the kitchen it's off the living room to the right."

"Thanks." I don't run out of the room but I don't necessarily walk either. When I locate the bathroom I close the door and lock it. I wash my hands, I don't know why I know to do that after touching a snake, I just do. Then I look at my reflection, my cheeks are flushed, more than usual, and my eyes look off, like weird, unexpectedly. I splash water on my face and take some to the back of my neck. We didn't even make it through the tour of his house and I'm already anxious and bothered. Why?!? He was just showing me his snakes, he was close because you were scared and gave the chance for the snake to leave without you panicking. He didn't make a move or anything remotely sexual, calm the fuck down Ashley! I look at my reflection again, forcing myself to breathe slowly. When my face looks as normal as I can manage I exit the bathroom and make my way back towards the snake room. However, Kyle is waiting for me in the living room.

"You okay?" He says looking a little concerned, you know like a dad would. He is a dad, breathe, he's being kind.

"Yeah, I just think I'm a little hungover," although I so was not, my youth allowed me to drink with limited consequences for now.

He laughed lightly, "ah, can I get you some aspirin or something?"

"Nah, it's all good."

"Well, this is the living room, we're really only in here to watch tv when Morgan is home. He points to a picture of him and his daughter.

"She's so pretty," I say looking at the image, she's got dark blonde hair and dimples in her cheeks. Her dark blue eyes almost look black, and she looks sweet smiling next to her dad as he grips her tight. "That's a good photo of you two."

"My favorite one." He says, stepping towards me.

"So, show me the rest of your place?"

"Yeah," again he puts his hand on the small of my back to usher me to the hallway, "that's a closet, there's the main bathroom, that door is Morgan's bedroom and that's mine." He does all this by pointing his finger. His hand had left my back when we made it the short distance to the hallway, I hated that I missed his touch.

"Nice," I say, "anything else you want to show me? I think I've seen it all."

"Yeah there's not too much going on, but it's home." He points to a small black and white square in the corner of the hall, "call me paranoid but with two girls in the house while I'm at work I put cameras in the place just to keep watch, especially when Morgan is alone. I trust her not to throw parties or anything but you know, can never be too safe. There's cameras all over the house, Kelly can check in too."

I wasn't sure why he was telling me this but I got the point, I'd protect my daughter anyway I could too. "I wonder what Jane and Ryan are up to?" I say turning and making my way to the snake room, which is where I'd seen them last. As I reached the room Ryan and Jane came through the side door that opened to the driveway, Ryan must have needed a cigarette. "So, what's the plan for today you two?"

Ryan moved his eyes to me, apparently a cigarette wasn't the only thing he had smoked already this morning. "Kyle wants to take us to the beach and show us his favorite spots."

"Yeah, if you'd be interested in that?" He said looking only at me.

"Sure, sounds like a good time. When do you want to go?"

"I'm ready whenever you guys are." He said, finally breaking eye contact.

Jane had the same slow movements that Ryan did, so I knew she toked up a bit too, "we're all set," she said looking at Ryan giggling.

"Let me get my bag, then I'll be ready."

"You won't need it, trust me," Kyle said as he grabbed his keys.

We headed out towards Kyle's huge truck. It was black and kind of menacing. He opened the door and Ryan helped Jane in the backseat before following her. Kyle held his hand out to help me get in the passenger seat but I managed without his help. He grinned and shut the door before walking around and climbing behind the steering wheel.

"Alright to the beach!" He started the truck and it came to life with a thunderous roar, the rumble of the engine could be felt where I was sitting. It did not help my current situation. I stared out the window most of the way looking at the surroundings of Virginia Beach, everyone was making small talk and before we knew it Kyle had parked and cut the engine. We were in a basically deserted parking lot that butted up to the beach. We piled out of the cab and took off our sandals. The cold breeze that swept off the shore brought goosebumps all over my exposed skin. Kyle and Ryan looked completely unfazed by the cold and I could see the goose pimples on Jane's arms too. Jane took my arm in hers, each of us holding our flip flops in the opposite hand. We began walking towards the waves, who cares that it was cold, the sight of the beach deserted, only a couple sets of footprint in the sand, the sun shining and light bouncing off the constant flow of the ocean. It was really peaceful.

"This is amazing," I had been to Virginia Beach before, but not in the winter where it wasn't brimming with people.

"Yeah," said Jane as she stopped us right at the edge of where the water reached when the waves broke, she put her head on my shoulder and I put my head on hers. We held hands and scrunched together some more for warmth. "He's been looking at you all morning."

I lift my head, "what?"

"Kyle, he can't stop looking at you." She nodded her head slightly so as not to be obvious, "I think I was wrong about the one-off."

I snort, actually snort, "no way," I say as I turn slightly in the direction of the men. I see them looking in our direction talking, over the roar of the ocean I can't hear what they're saying even though they're not that far. I look back out to the ocean, "he's getting married, we were drinking, and I do not have that kind of appeal. You know that."

She digs her elbow into my side, "you are gorgeous and you know it, but even if you didn't know, he does."

"Please I'm 20 and just starting this crazy life, he's 39."

"40," she says cutting me off, "he's a year older than Ryan."

"Okay," I take a deep breath, I fucked someone twice my age, I don't know why one year makes a difference in my mind but it was astonishing to think I could pull the attention of a 40 year old man, from a petite blonde woman who was breathtakingly gorgeous. Although a bit less so when she was hammered. "Anyway, he's getting married to Kelly, she's stunning and his age and he's getting married!"

Jane just shrugs, "sounds like you protest too much."

I let out a grunt from my nose, not at all lady like. "I would fuck him into next week, but he's getting married and I am not a home-wrecker."

"First," she says straightening and removing her arm to count on her fingers in front of me, "no one is calling you a home-wrecker, second, it takes two to fuck, third, you're consenting adults, and finally, how do you know if you don't talk to him how he's feeling?"

She had some semi-valid points I guess, "fine, you make some sense, but still. And men don't talk about feelings, you know this."

She shushes me with a finger to my lips, "boys don't talk about their feelings, men do," she removes her finger from it place, "sometimes, but you don't know if you don't try."

She walks to Ryan, leaving me there to look out at the ocean thinking about what she said. I feel a presence next to me and know instinctively that it's Kyle. I don't say anything, don't even look at him, just stand there staring out.

"Ashley?"

"Hmm?"

"I..." he takes a deep breath and moves closer. "I can't stop thinking about last night, or you. When you left I followed you to the RV to talk, but you were already asleep, so I just put a blanket over you and left."

At that I snap my head in his direction, "you followed me? To talk? Then you covered me up?"

He looked a little embarrassed, how does a bulky 40 year old look embarrassed, well you'd just have to see for yourself.

"Yeah I did."

"Why?"

"I meant what I said last night, you're beautiful and I couldn't wait for Kelly to leave."

"You looked pretty enamored while you were playing tonsil hockey." I say trying to not feel jealous, I didn't have a right to be jealous, I met this man yesterday for crying out loud. It's got to be my 20 year old hormones.

"I wanted it to be you, I couldn't very well stride across my hot tub with my fiancée right there and do all those things."

I look away at that point, fiancée, he said the word and it made it too real. "I'm not a home-wrecker Kyle." I slump my shoulders in defeat and begin walking down the beach again, willing him to leave me be. I had no such luck. He touched my wrist like he wanted to grab me and thought better of it. Then he was in front of me, breathing slightly heavier than before.

"I wanted you, I came close to you, I touched you." He said reaching out to touch my face. Instinctively and against my better judgment I leaned into his touch, my lips parting. "You could have asked me to stop but I don't know if I would have been strong enough to." With that, he crashed his lips to mine, I dropped my sandals and wrapped my arms around his strong neck before I could think of what I was doing. He pulled me closer, like he wanted me to become a part of him. His hands travelled over my body and settled on my ass. He groped me through the rough fabric of my jeans and I felt a new rush flood my panties beneath. He must of sensed something because he growled, literally growled, as he deepened the kiss. Delving his tongue deeply into my mouth, I couldn't get enough of him but I couldn't breathe. I pulled back and put my forehead to his, staring into his eyes I realized that they were the same shade as his daughters.

His daughter, his 14 year old daughter, his daughter only six years my junior, his daughter who needed a mom with a job, not a 20-something college student with no idea what to do with her life. I know it's weird to think in those terms only knowing him less than 24 hours but I needed to in order to stop myself from going further.

I drop my arms from their place around his neck. "I want you too, but it's just not right. I can't." I pick up my flip flops and head back towards the truck, seeing Ryan and Jane making out in the sand as I walked passed.

I would not fuck things up for Kyle, Kelly, and Morgan. As I resigned myself to toughing out the next four and a half days Kyle approached me again.

"Okay," he said sitting next to me on the curb. "You want me and I want you, I know I'm supposed to get married in a few months, but maybe I don't have to. Maybe I do. Maybe I still get married and just get you out of my system. You could go back to Ohio like nothing ever happened with good memories of this week and nothing will had to have changed here. Maybe that's what we do, because I can't take seeing you the next few days and not being able to have you. It was torture this morning alone."

I look at him, "I thought you would have forgotten, I thiught you were too drunk last night, I thought that's why it happened. When you told me you put a blanket on me and came to talk it made me feel cared for in a way I haven't felt in so long, probably ever. I can't have you caring about me, I can't mess things up for you and Kelly and Morgan. I can't, I won't." I stood again, trying to get some distance from this man who's driven me crazy since I met him.

He stood too, "fine, no care, just wants and needs."

He has me trapped between him and the truck now, I could escape if I wanted to, but I didn't. My chest is heaving at his closeness, I can feel the warmth radiating off of him in waves, I see the heat in his eyes as he stares at me. He's breathing a little heavy too, our chests are moving so strongly, so much that every breath we take has our chests crashing into each other.

"No caring? Just the week, then we're done? You'll get married and have a good life with Kelly and Morgan?" I look at him, willing him to say that he can't promise that, tell me something that will stop us from doing what's coming, but he doesn't.

Once again his lips are crashing into mine, his hands trailing down my body, stopping at my breasts ever so briefly before reaching down to tug my ass forward into his already rock hard erection. That's when I break down; I moan against his mouth pulling his tongue in like I'm trying to inhale every last breath he has. He uses his grasp on my ass to lift me and wrap my legs around his waist. I gasp at the feeling of his cock through my jeans and panties, and the fact that he lifted me! I've never had a lover lift me before, this new position sent off firecrackers behind my eyes, especially when he starts rubbing his penis along the seam of my jeans. Again, my fingers dig into his back, this time through his shirt, as I throw my head back smacking it into the passenger window. I don't feel pain, just ecstasy. He's trailing scorching hot kisses down my neck towards my left shoulder, where his bite from last night still shows. Again he bites down and groans, the motion sends me over the edge as I cum without losing any clothing. I stifle my scream, although there's no one around, we're still in public, and I shudder against him. The truck now warm where my body has been shoved against it, I throw my head to the side trying to cool myself down in the glass.

He curses under his breath as he steps away, gently setting me down, holding me until he's sure I'm steady. He smiles down at me, my knees being weak, making me slightly shorter at the moment. He adjusts himself, he didn't finish. I look over to find Jane and Ryan, I see them dry humping in the sand and still aggressively busy. I take Kyle's hand and lead him to the back of the truck, I open the hatch and shove him slightly so he gets the idea to lay down. He does as I wordlessly commanded.

"Scoot up so I can close the hatch." I say demandingly.

Once again, he obeys. When I've closed the hatch I take one last look to make sure no one's around, with that done I make quick work of the knot holding his athletic pants against his waist. He's staring down at me. Eyes questioning yet expectant. He's still obviously rock hard, when I free his erection from his pants and briefs in one move while wrapping my hand around the pulsing shaft he gasps loudly.

I put my finger to his lips, just in case someone is in ear shot, "shhhhh." He nods against my finger and then takes it into his mouth nibbling, sucking, and teasing before I take it away.

As I make eye contact with him and have his cock firmly in my hand I stick out my tongue, letting him see how wet my mouth is at the thought of his dick, dripping some spit onto the head. He groans more quietly now. I use the spit to lube up his shaft while I pump him with my hand. Watching his eyes roll back in his head before he closes them and his mouth hangs open in a silent grunt. I wait, pumping his dick slowly with my hand, occasionally adding more spit, until he looks at me, pleading without words. When I see him look at me I open my hand just enough to take my tongue from the base of his shaft to the head and back down. He's got a light smattering of dark curls that are now wet with saliva. He bucks his hips into my hand after my tongue comes to rest at the tip, I lap the drops of precum steadily rising from him. I haven't even put him in my mouth yet and he's already close to coming. I take just his tip into my warm mouth moaning at the taste of him, pressing my tongue into the underside of his cock, and slowly, so slowly, I sink my mouth down onto his shaft. Letting my cheeks hollow out when I reach the bottom. The groan that escapes his mouth is loud enough for me to come up from my thorough attention to look around.

"Shhhhh," I say gently squeezing his member, applying more pressure and shaking my head, "naughty man."

He chuckles and sets his head back down as I begin to pump him again. This time I'm the one who can't stop, I take him into my mouth all the way to his base in a quick movement. He lets out a small animalistic sound that has my panties soaked all over again. I continue pumping his delicious dick in and out of my mouth rolling my tongue along the shaft as I work myself up and down. Occasionally I would add my hand to the mix, turning my face to make sure I tasted every inch of him. When I reached the bottom of his shaft again and moaned as I gagged a bit, I felt his cum begin filling my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, there was so much it seeped out of my mouth a bit and down my chin. When I felt his spasms subside I took him out of my mouth, he had a completely satisfied look on his face as he lazily grinned at me. He caught sight of my finger as I used it to catch the cum that had escaped and drag it back to in between my lips.

Sucking it all up, "you taste so good." I emphasize my thoughts by sucking loudly on my finger and moaning.

"Jesus," he said as he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows, never breaking eye contact.

By the time we were righted our clothes and climbed out of the bed of the truck, Ryan and Jane had begun making their way back to us. Jane had a satisfied smile on her face and I'm sure my mine matched. Kyle pinched my ass when Jane and Ryan had not been looking. I snickered, swatted his hand, and stepped away a from him.

"Who's ready to explore some more?"

We all agreed, Kyle motioned for us to follow. We began walking along the deserted sidewalks. He pointed things out and shops along the way.

We stopped at this little restaurant, he looked directly at me with a dark tint in his eyes, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving."

Jane and Ryan nod and head in, I gaze back with what I hope are hungry eyes, "I'm starving too."

I grab his ass in passing as I head into the restaurant, and that earns me a swift smack to mine. It makes me yelp with delight while sending a fresh wave of desire through me. We are seated almost immediately, the waiter takes our drink orders, and walks off. It's only then that I realize I don't have cash for lunch.

"You told me I wouldn't need my bag," I say casting a sharp look at Kyle.

"You won't, my treat."

I take in a sharp breath, people doing what we're doing can't pay for each other's meals. "Excuse me," I stand and make my way to the bathroom.

As I walk into the single use bathroom I start to have a panic attack. What am I doing? All of my previous thoughts come crashing into me as I sink to the floor with my head in my hands. Tears streaming down my face. My breath coming quickly, too quickly for me to really breathe. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would come out of my throat and my ribs at the same time. My breathing was audible enough to make the panic escalate. I have no idea when the door opens, but someone touches my shoulder and shocks me into looking up. Jane is looking at me with concern etched on her features. My breath was coming out so strong and fast that her long blonde hair was blowing away from her face.

"It's okay," she says as she rubs my arms up and down. "I'm here."

Between increasingly ragged breaths I managed to spit out, "I'm... a... home... wrecker... what... did... I... do?" I wanted to apologize for what I'm sure was rancid dick breath billowing in her face but I couldn't.

"What makes you say that?"

"I... fucked... a... married... man." My breath slowing somewhat.

Her hands continued rubbing my arms as I continued gasping for air. "Shhhh, shhh, shhh." She looked into my eyes and continued rubbing my arms until my breathing slowed.

"You did not, fuck a married man. Yes, you had sex with Kyle, yes he's getting married, no you didn't do anything wrong."

I blinked, willing the rest of my tears away. "He's buying me lunch."

"He's buying us all lunch you boob. Plus what does that have to do with anything?"

"We agreed not to care about each other, just fuck each other out of our systems and pretend nothing happened when we leave again for home." I curl further into myself, wrapping my arms around my legs and burying my head into my arms, still trying to catch my breath.

"And buying you lunch means that he cares about you?" I make a small noise of affirmation.

I peek up to see her nodding because she now understands.

I nod as my head pounds my knees, how could I be so dumb? "He's paying for all of us?"

"Yes," she says smiling. She holds her hand out to me as she stands up. I take it and rise. Wiping my eyes, I brush the grit off my body from being on the floor of a public bathroom.

"I'm going to go back, you pull yourself together and come out when you're ready." She says as she leaves.

I reach over and lock the door like I thought I had done previously.

For the second time today I look strongly at myself in the mirror. I splash water in my face and breathe deeply. As I start to regain normalcy the door opens again. Well, I guess I did lock it before.

He comes in, locking eyes with me through the reflection in the mirror. He didn't burst in or anything just came in looking for me, by the looks of things. "You thought I was buying lunch, like a date?" He steps forward, he's so close that if I took a step toward the door we'd collide. He grabbed my wrist from where I had my hand resting on the sink and turned me to face him. "You don't want me to care, I won't. Not even with those tears still visible," he didn't kiss me, he didn't bite me, he shoved me hard against the sink, pressing his body into mine, again I could feel his want pressed against me.

He took my other hand and put both of them together above my head. He held me with such strength in a single hand that I was stunned into silence. No words or thoughts, I just look at him as he stares at my heaving chest. He uses his free hand to snake under my shirt grazing his fingers just below the edge of my bra. My breath catches as he forces his hand beneath my bra to capture my nipple between deft fingers. Again my breath catches, unable to help myself I thrust my breast into his touch. He withdrew his hand leaving my bra askew and leaving me wanting and panting heavily; tears of just moments ago, long forgotten.

He dropped my hands, "if I cared about you like that I wouldn't have teased you right after your tears, I wouldn't leave you wanting, not if I cared like you worry about." With that he leaves, apparently running into a staff member because I heard him say, "that damn lock is broken."

"I'll look into sir," someone says.

Kyle makes an unintelligible response and I hear no footsteps in a few seconds.

I adjust my bra back into position, and oddly, I feel better about everything with Kyle. I leave the restroom and go to sit with the group again. Surprisingly they didn't order, not because I wasn't here, but because we didn't even get our drinks yet. As I sat down, the waiter came by with our drinks. Kyle took a long swig of his beer and glared at me, I guess he's pissed. Oh well, pissed is better than caring. If we keep up with our escapades it's better for me if he doesn't care. Less guilt. I take a long pull from my beer grinning back at him. We order our food and chat blandly while we wait. As I laugh with my friends I feel his stare. I glance in his direction and he still looks angry. He's sitting next to me but the square table is on the larger side and we're not touching. Ryan and Jane are touching only because they moved their seats together.

Their now in their own small conversation, since their attention is momentarily shifted, I move my chair a bit closer to him, causing him to raise an eyebrow. When I'm close enough, I let my flip flop fall off my foot as I graze my foot up the length of his leg. His lips part ever so slightly, he doesn't seem so angry anymore. I really don't know why he's so mad, but I know I can make that anger melt away. As my foot gets closer to his crotch he readjusts in his seat, grazing my toes against his stiff shaft. It never takes him long once I show him attention, I've noticed. I didn't think older guys could do that, recover so quickly, ready to go again in no time; maybe it's just me and maybe it's just this guy? Feeling emboldened I rest my leg a bit by leaving my foot leaning on his throbbing dick, moving it slowly back and forth. Other than his initial readjustment, the only indications he was enjoying himself was his continual stiffness and repeated clenching and unclenching of his fist on the table.

"This trip has been far more interesting than I thought it was going to be," I say looking a Jane and Ryan as if I want massaging Kyle with my foot beneath the table.

Jane nods enthusiastically, grinning she says, "and to think we've got four and a half more days to relax and enjoy our time before we leave again for home." She purposely used my words from before to let me know she was loving this path I was on. As I felt Kyle twitch beneath my toes, I was loving it too. As the waiter came with our food I slipped my foot away from Kyle's lap and I put my flip flop back on. Kyle's palm was now flat on the table and he was breathing a little more harshly as he gazed at me with ravenous eyes.

I took a French fry and slowly took it into my mouth, blazing my eyes in his direction, daring him to look away, "I'm starving." As I press the French fry into my waiting lips with a pop and a smile.

After we finished our lunch we walked back to the truck. Jane started skipping along the sidewalk and grabbed my hand infectiously making me do the same. By the time we were in the parking lot waiting for Kyle to unlock it, we were both a bit winded and snickering. As Kyle hit the button to unlock the door Ryan came and picked Jane up as he swung the door open to place her in. He kissed her hard before sliding her further into the extended cab, crawling in basically on top of her. I shoved the door closed and reached up to hop in the passenger seat, I felt his gaze rather than saw it. I sat down and closed the door behind me, watching him as he made his way around to the driver side. He climbs in and starts the engine. Roaring to life once again, we headed over the long bridge leading from the Virginia Beach everyone knew, to the residential part. It was calm on the bridge overlooking that water; the kind of calm that still had roaring ocean beneath but it was so plain and simple. I took a deep breath and sighed as I exhaled, I felt peace despite everything that's happened these last few hours that had felt like days.   It was a short trip back to Kyle's place. I didn't have time to clear the fog of my circumstances completely but did make progress.

I stepped out of the truck and make my way to the RV, ready to grab my romance novel. Should I be reading about romance when I literally can't keep my hands off an almost married man? A romance novel when I DEFINITELY don't want romance from said man that I can't keep my hands off? A romance novel that will have raunchy scenes that will have me thinking of the same man? I definitely should, I think; reading always lets my mind escape from whatever anxious nightmare was happening within. It usually lets me float away and come back with a new point of view that lets the chaos start making sense. I plop down on the RV sofa after having pulled the trashy paperback out of my bag. I curl up with the blanket left there from the night before crossing my legs under me and turn to the paged marked by the receipt I had from work. The receipt makes my book smell like Subway, that's where I work. I begin searching for my spot and feel like RV rock a little, and look up to see Kyle opening the door. So much for reading, I put my bookmark back without having read a single word. I look up at him, not exactly excited to see him, but not not excited. God, I really needed to clear my head. Should I stand? Should I leave? Should I say something? No need.

"Why didn't you come get a drink?" He asked, setting his beer down on the tiny counter.

"I just had a beer with lunch, I'm good." I say determined not to swing this conversation in any one direction. He's making the moves.

But he didn't leave, he didn't move, or say anything. Just stood looking at me.

I fold under the awkwardness, "okay," I said, "thanks for the thought." I picked my book up and remove the receipt focused on finding my spot. Remembering my determination to let him steer where we go from that moment at lunch.

He doesn't move to leave, instead, he moves closer. I look up, not moving my head, just my eyes. He came closer still. "You said you were starving." He dropped to his knees in front of me. He took the receipt and set it back at the page that had not turned. Then he took my hand, taking my book from my grasp. "I'm starving too, you know that." He still had my hand in his and he guided it down to his waiting erection. He groaned as I instinctively wrapped my fingers around him. Man, I really couldn't stop myself, no care, everything would go back to normal, it was ok, a few days of sex and move on. I hold on tighter causing him to groan louder, more deeply. I tug slightly causing him to close his eyes and hiss through his teeth.

"I am starving," I hook my hands in his waistband, then he grabs both, stopping them. I put a small pout on, "but I'm so hungry."

He growled, "so am I."

He let go of my hands and yanked my legs forward, spreading them as he dragged his fingers up toward the waistband of my jeans, making speedy work of my button and zipper. He peeled me out of my jeans, never breaking eye contact, my chest rising and falling profoundly at the sight of his hungry eyes between my legs. Once my legs get free from their confines Kyle's eyes go from hot to wild, he slides one finger between my panties and cunt, his knuckle grazing my throbbing clit ever so briefly. He uses his finger to scrunch them and pull, I feel the elastic digging into my hips and it only adds to the pleasure, the dam between my legs breaks as I hear the fabric ripping away. He tosses away the remnants still wrapped on his finger and grasps my hips jerking the junction between them to his mouth. I throw my head back in a raging groan as his mouth invades my heat. His hold on my legs tightens, almost uncomfortably, it will probably bruise but my thoughts blur as a moan escapes my mouth because his tongue dives inside of me.

I grab onto his head holding him in place, silently pleading him to never let up. I can feel our wetness begin to seep down my folds towards my ass, it's then that one of his hands releases its grip on my leg and I feel a finger tracing the wet line, up and down, causing me to thrust into his face; at that, Kyle plunges his finger deep inside my waiting pussy. After a few thrusts I'm writhing, so close to coming that I cry out, he adds another finger and I'm unwound, breathlessly convulsing beneath his touch. He hums at his place between my legs licking furiously and finger-fucking me slowly, as he extends my orgasm. I slump back completely unaware of anything other than our heavy breathing.

Kyle slowly, achingly, removes his hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking my juices from his fingers with a devilish grin, he moans dropping them and rising to meet my face. I force my lips onto his, thoroughly enjoying our tastes mixed together. I'm exploring his mouth with diabolical intentions. I use my hold on him to roll us both, I end up on top of him. Releasing him from the kiss I rise. In this position his ragging boner, still enclosed in his athletic pants, pressed firmly against my pussy. The feel of the fabric on my still sensitive box sends a visible shiver up my body.

I shimmy on top of him due to the sensation, "you sure were hungry," a grin forming on my face.

He glances to where our bodies our touching through fabric, "fuck yeah." He again grabs my hips, trying to make me move them.

"Nuh uh," I say, moving his hands away. "Now I'm in charge."

I grab the end of my shirt and yank it over my head, unceremoniously throwing it on the floor.

I giggle as his hands reach for me and I swat them away, I grab a handful of each breast through my bra, "don't you want me to make you feel satisfied? I know how to do it."

Through gritted teeth, hiding none of the effort it's taking to keep his hands to himself he says, "I'm sure you do." He places his hands behind his head, again stretching his arm muscles into sharp relief under his shirt.

"Then, let me satisfy you." I move my hands to step my fingers up his chest, folding down on top of him, "Do you want me to take my bra off?" I whisper in his ear.

I slink back up from his body, "Do you want to see these perfect tits?" I reach back up to touch myself under his unwavering gaze, "Do you want them Kyle?" Wherever this is coming from, I am thankful because I can see the desire in his eyes as he nods his head and his sucks in a breath.

I reach around and take my time undoing each hook.   With the clasps free I leisurely take my straps down from their position and allow my bra to fall onto his abs, watching, I see his nostrils flare as he attempts to control himself. Here I am completely naked poised on top of him, with him fully clothed, pinned beneath my sex and my gaze. Once again my hands latch on to my breasts, allowing Kyle to watch as I play with myself. I start to rotate my hips causing so much friction that I know I'll cum again shortly. I moan as I move, pinching my nipples, still grinding steadily on top of him. He cannot look away but he has his chin in the air as he attempts to hold on. Remembering how much he firmly he pulled my hair last night, I reach one hand to undo my messy bun, releasing my hair in waves that cascade down onto my breasts. I shake it loose a bit and that adds a new feeling where our bodies are touching.

"Oh, you've been so good," I say as I move a little faster on top of him, using a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. I can feel the dampness of my pussy drenching his pants, "would you like to play with them?"

In response, he races to cling to each perfectly creamy tit, almost causing me to fall away from him. In order to avoid the disappointment at the loss of this friction I clamp my legs tighter around him. He kneads my breasts like he's never felt breasts before, like he's trying to memorize mine. He leans up, I wrap my arms around him, partly to smother him with my tits and partly to grab his shirt from behind him and yank it off. Once his shirt is off, his mouth is latched around a nipple. I cry out, picking up the speed of my thrusts again, digging my fingers into his back. My head goes back instinctively, bringing my breasts up to his mouth to allow him better access.

He takes turns between kneading, pinching, sucking, and nibbling each breast and nipple. "I've wanted to do this since I saw you in that bra last night, your tits are perfect." He said all this while looking up at me, then he returned to his assault.

I'm moaning like crazy and I can feel him getting even more solid beneath me. I move faster and he continues to lay waste to me, I bend, laying my head on his shoulder as I'm close to coming again. I'm digging into his back, leaving long red lines where my fingers have just been. I think briefly about the marked claim I've made on him, as I bite his shoulder gently. Kyle has long lost his composure and has his arms wrapped around me using his power to move me faster and harder on top of him. His groans have gone from slow and steady to sharp and needy, as I feel my climax coming on I bite more sharply and feel him explode beneath me. His pants now getting stickier and stickier as I feel him jerk continually beneath me. For the third time in less than a day we're both spent and slumped over.

I kiss his shoulder where I just bit him, licking gingerly, as I lay breathing heavily on top of him. "Are you still starving?"

His fingers graze down my back, resting on my ass, "I'll keep dining here until I can't anymore."

"Well four more days better be enough, cause that's all you're getting." I roll off of him gently, having to stand up. "I'm going to shower."

He begins standing, his pants unsurprisingly plastered to his lap, "Kelly will be home soon, I should shower, too."

I nod and make my way to the bathroom. I start the shower and step in, beginning the process of washing my hair and letting my mind wander. My hand catches in a tangle and it pulls a bit, reminding me of last night. My pussy beats with the pulse of memories and desire. I have never been so thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked before in my life; still I want more and more. How long would it take me to fuck Kyle Robechaux out of my system? I don't know but I think I'm excited to find out. What could go wrong?