I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts and Kelly put on a sundress and grabbed a blanket. We took a small picnic basket, mostly as tactic to make us look inconspicuous on the grass, but it did have a canteen of water, some crackers and a bunch of grapes. I locked the apartment door behind me and we headed down the stairs. “Show me where you want to go,” I said. Kelly reached down and grabbed my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine. I could hear the water sloshing around in picnic basket as we walked.
“I know you feel upset and maybe hurt, too,” I progressed the topic of Brock with caution. I needed to know she had closure with it all and even though it had only been a matter of minutes since it all surfaced, Brock and I both seemed to be happy and so I needed Kelly to be on the same page, too. It may have been wrong to want to force her into closure but I was having a hard time understanding why she was upset. “But I think we need to acknowledge how extremely lucky we are that it all came out, we were honest, and Brock is okay. And you said you thought he’d meet someone else quickly.” She was leading us to the edge of the property that backed up to the neighboring housing developments. There was a three mile long jogging trail separating our complex and the new homes and the entrance to the trail was somewhat wooded, with trees and brush everywhere. “I know,” she said, “I think I just reacted, you know? Not realizing how silly it was for me to be hurt or mad. But I think what bothers me is the fact that we both didn’t love each other and we stayed together. For like, a really long time. And thats sad. Its sad because maybe we could have been together sooner. Its sad because we wasted so much time knowing it was wrong. I don’t want to waste anymore time. If you ever feel the connection fade, just break up with me so we can both be happier, sooner.”
Her response was eloquent and mature and it made me so happy to hear her say those things; not because I thought I was going to get tired of her or that I thought our connection would fade but because she wasn’t actually hung up on Brock, rather she was disappointed that they were together for really no reason. “You and Brock, that happens. People get comfortable, they don’t want to be alone and change is scary,” I said, squeezing her hand so she knew I was there for her. “I’m pretty sure thats the dynamic of my parents,” she said, “so I’m not surprised that I followed in their footsteps. I’m just glad its over before I had mini-Brock’s and a house and a life I didn’t want.” I had to ask her. This question had popped into my mind a few times and I hadn’t the courage to ask but now was the perfect time.
“Why did you go for it with me when you did?” It was a good question, I thought. We got to the back of the property. There was a small stretch of lawn tucked away behind some azalea bushes that wasn’t highly visible from the trail nor from the apartments. It was perfect. She tossed the blanket down and set the basket on top of it so that the light breeze didn’t blow it away. “I knew you’d dumped Nicole. Brock was gone. I knew you wouldn’t be single for long—you never are. So I thought, Kelly, don’t be an idiot. Take this chance. It may be the only one.” We sat down on the blanket and I pulled out the Kleen Canteen and took a drink. “I was scared you’d laugh at me, tell your friends what I did and maybe even move out. I didn’t know what I was going to say to Brock had you rejected me. But I was just at the point where I needed to go for it.” Damn she knew how to make me feel important and special without even having to suck my dick. That was a sign of a keeper. I felt way more at ease with things having had both of those conversations.
“Lets lay on the edge of the blanket so we can wrap the side of it around us,” I said, winking at her. So we did, and we laid back, with our arms behind our heads, looking up through the trees into the sky. “Did you know this spot was here?” Kelly asked, rolling onto her side and curling up into my nook. “No I really didn’t. I’ve jogged that trail many times but I’ve never come down this far.” We laid there just cuddling for a few minutes before Kelly started tugging at my hand, pulling it down between her thighs. I rested my thumb on the outside of her panties, directly over her clit and began massaging it slowly. She made a noise like she had just bit into the best tasting brownie she’d ever eaten. I kept the massaging slow and inconspicuous, as to not move the blanket too much. After I few minutes her panties were soaking through to my skin, so I knew I was a-go for phase two.
I slipped my hand under her panties and pushed my pointer finger down past her clit to her cunt and drug it back up. Up and down, up and down until her juices were dispersed everywhere. She started kissing my neck some and burying her head into my chest when she needed to moan. “You are so soft and so wet,” I said in a hushed tone. I pulled my hand from her panties and tasted my fingers before returning them snugly to her wet nook. “You taste so sweet, too,” I continued, her knees falling further apart the more I spoke. “The idea of putting myself inside you makes me hard. The other day, when I was in the shower, I held myself and stroked myself pretending that you were there.” She was whimpering ooh’s and ahh’s and writhing beneath the force of my hand. “Kiss me, kiss me now so I don’t fucking scream,” she promptly turned to me and our lips met. I felt her tongue swirl around mine and then I felt a warm gush of fluid on my hand, her thighs flew together and trapped my hand. She was orgasming so intensely that she was gushing onto me—and I fucking love it. “Keep that pussy coming on me baby,” I egged on the intensity of her orgasm. She was thrusting her hips towards my hand as she came, her cunt squeezing and releasing my fingers as I fucked it. After a few minutes, she released my hand by opening her legs. “Oh my gosh,” she murmured, “that was amazing.”
We continued to lay there for a while, eating grapes and sipping water, talking about life. We walked back to the apartment when it was dusk, holding hands the entire walk back. It felt so good and natural and even though the day was somewhat of a rollercoaster, I was glad for every moment of it. I was in the kitchen making a late dinner for us when Kelly came up behind me and grabbed my cock. “I have an idea,” she said, “and it involves my sweet little pussy and that big hard dick of yours.” Oh shit, I didn’t need to know the details—“I’m in.”
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