Our game continued but it was a lot harder for me to talk about where I was from and my favorite foods while Kelly was between my legs with my dick lodged into her throat. After I finished we decided we’d go onto the balcony and have some more mojitos and just enjoy the sunlight. It was day four now of shelter in place and though we were in a salacious sex bubble of our own, we were both starting to feel like we could use some fresh air and vitamin D. Although I was originally the reluctant one between the two of us, I found myself now hoping that Kelly wouldn’t wake up one morning with a change of heart. I didn’t know her well enough yet to know if that was a real possibility.
She had slipped her sundress back on and now that we were in sunlight I could see it was a light pink color. Her long, blonde locks were loosely tied up on the top of her head in that messy lump of hair that all women seem to do. She was barefoot, of course, and her toenails were painted a bright orange. She wore big lensed black sunglasses and leaned back in her deck chair with so much comfort that I almost forgot this was essentially new territory for us. She took a sip of her mojito and set in on the small table that was tucked between us. I watched a single bead of condensation slide down the glass and absorb into the wood of the table. She interrupted my trance-like state: “Why did you and Nicole break up, anyway?” I kind of knew this question may be coming and I was prepared. I didn’t have a lie fabricated but I did have a simple truth ready. “I didn’t think I’d ever love her.” It was an honest answer, stripped away of any extra emotional fluff or petty dislikes. I simply just did not see Nicole as someone I wanted to be with… forever. And to me, the idea of being with someone forever is what love is. She nodded knowingly.
“Do you love Brock?” I wanted to look at her and read her face—I wanted to make sure that the genuine side to Kelly that she had been showing me the last few days was the real her, but I also wanted to trust her and what we were heading into. So I faced forward and listened to a big exhale. “You know, I do love him. I think I’d be a psycho if I was with him for this long and didn’t love him.” She lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head and shifted onto her left hip in the chair, to face me. “But I’ver never be in love with him. I care about him and I love how he is with his friends and family but… I don’t want to be married to a guy who makes work out videos. I don’t want to be married to someone who only wants to have missionary style sex. I can’t be in love with Brock because I…” she flipped her sunglasses back down over her eyes and rested her head on the back of the adirondack chair. “So I guess we’re the same,” I said, feeling like I somewhat rescued her from her lost thought. “Well, yeah except that you had the guts to let Nicole go,” she took another drink of her mojito. “I know Brock will meet someone else. Shit he will probably be with someone new within a month. But, I don’t know, I just liked being here.” I think by ‘here’ she meant in the apartment, and not alone, which I understood was harder for some people.
“I can be alone,” she said, making me wonder how in sync our minds really were. “But I liked being around you. I mean, I knew you weren’t like, into me, but it just made me feel like I could find someone else like you, somehow. I guess that doesn’t really make sense,” she laughed and finished her drink. “Jesus I sound like an Adele song don’t I?” we both laughed for a moment. It was so comfortable now, for us to be talking about the uncomfortable things. It felt surreal and I couldn’t believe all this time that Kelly was actually interested in me. I mean I knew I was a good looking guy, tall and strong, good job, nice car, lots of friends. I was a catch. But even then, I didn’t “catch” many women like Kelly. I started to wonder if I had a “type” or if certain types found me. Maybe a whole new type, like Kelly, was finding me now in the middle of this world crisis.
“What will you do when Brock gets back?” I asked.
“Are you asking if I’m going to tell him or are you asking if I’m going to be with him still?” She stood up and motioned to the sliding glass door. We walked inside, a rush of cool air blowing into our faces as we sat down on the couch. We sat right next to one another and looked straight forward for a minute before she turned to me. She put her hand on my inner thigh and squeezed gently. “Listen, Matt, I know this is sudden and weird or whatever but… oh God I cannot believe I am really saying this.” She took a deep breath and got down on the floor between my legs, both of her hands on my inner thighs now. “I am breaking up with Brock.” She stared at me, motionless. I wasn’t sure if she was having a personal epiphany about life and suddenly realizing she couldn’t be with someone she didn’t love or if this was, indeed, about us and all the things that had transpired in the last few days. I nodded, trying to force my dick to not feel her hands on my thighs and make me get hard during a deep talk.
She crawled into my lap and slowly started grinding me, licking my earlobe and kissing my neck. I pulled her sundress up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her body was dewy with sweat but she still smelled amazing. I reached down and let my fingers find her swollen mound. She quivered to my touch and rocked her hips back and forth against my fingers. Her eyes were closed, her head was back and she was riding my fingers, which were pushing up against her clit and then quickly slipping inside of her. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy it all but I didn’t want to stop watching her. She was like a porn star but a beautiful one without a drug problem or daddy issues. She unzipped my jeans and pulled my penis out of them. I was hard, precum was glistening on my head and I could feel my balls tighten up underneath me. She lowered herself onto my erection, which was growing stronger by the moment, and sighed loudly. “Your cock is so perfect. It was made for me,” she said in a low, sexy voice. She lifted her hips and then dropped them, repeatedly, until we were both sweating and really fucking close to coming. “Take me to your bed.” It was a command but her commands were no longer bossy but just sexy.
I carried her to my bed keeping my throbbing member inside her wet gap the entire time. We were kissing, our tongues were magnets for each other, our breathing heavy as we made out while I carried her to my room. I laid her down on the bed gently and crawled on top of her. Missionary. The only position, she had said, that Brock was ever into. But I was going to show her how I fucked in missionary. I put the palm of my hand on her forehead and in her hair and kissed her, long and deeply. I kissed her check and down the side of her neck, letting my lips explore her neck and breasts once again. Her nipples were hard and I sucked them lightly but with enough force to elicit a pornographic moan from her, and then I moved back up to her face. I kissed it and she bit my bottom lip, sucking it for a moment then letting go. I began pushing my cock inside her more gently now, slowly in and very slowly out. I reached down and drug the tip of my pointer finger across her puffy clit. Her legs curled up with each stroke of her clit and I continued pumping in and out of her slowly. She was moaning a ton now and I grabbed her chin with my hand and turned her head to face me. We kissed, one single short kiss, and locked eyes. I pulled my throbbing member out of her and kissed her deeply as I thrust it into her with great force. She let out a low squeal and I began fucking her with much greater intensity. The quicker I pumped my dick into her, the quicker I fingered her wet little clit and the combination of the two proved to be a lot of us both to handle because within ten minutes of fucking, we were both feeling like we needed to come badly.
“You make me come so hard, baby,” she whispered to me, driving her heels into my ass, pushing my eight inch rod into her even deeper. My balls began slapping against her taint as I fucked her and the noise, representing how deep I was into her pussy, made us crazy. “Make me come baby, make me come,” she said, her breathing now rapid and desperate sounding. “I’m going to fill you up,” I said, my cock feeling now like it was moments away from exploding. “I’m coming,” she howled, her cunt tightening on my dick as she began to orgasm. She sent me into a frenzy and before I could warn her, I felt myself release squirt after squirt of seed inside her. When I was done coming I started to pull out so I could clean her up but instead she pulled me into her, using her heels to keep me inside her and her arms to keep my torso pressed against hers. We were sweaty and exhausted, her pussy was still throbbing on my cock. After a few minutes, we caught our breath and I peeled myself off of her, her tits red from my chest being pressed against her. “Wanna shower with me?” she smiled and let her legs fall apart and she began playing with her open gap, my cum all on her finger tips. The sight was possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She looked down at my cock which was already somehow perking up again.
“I’d love to shower with you, Kelly,” I said. I hoped that we had a lot of showers together in our future.
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