Reunion

3. By 3 Years, a Longer-Lost Fling

“I’m really glad you’re always there when I need you,” Elliot said, the end credits of a movie beginning to roll in his room.

“I’m just glad to be there,” Kate said, moving from a chair very close to him to next to him on the couch he was on. She did it slightly bent-over, the low-cut, partially open button-up long-sleeve shirt she had on nearly thrusting her tantalizingly large breasts at his eyes. He almost gave in, but after one accidental glance of surprise and alarm managed to not look down.

“I know I said thanks before, but I can’t thank you enough. It helps more than I have the capacity to describe.”

“Yeah?” she said, hoping the tone in her voice told him what she wished she could say.

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t the kind of guy who kissed girls when he shouldn’t. If anything, he hadn’t seized all the opportunities he’d been given, but when he should’ve kissed Kate this time he knew to.

Kate rushed toward him, seeing his motion and met him halfway, then instantly pushed him back, finding him compliant and laying him down, getting just close enough for her breasts to poke into him, already-hard nipples tickling him lightly as she moved while kissing away. He’d seen her nipples through her shirt earlier when they’d been watching the movie and glancing at one another, but the reality of their hardness hadn’t set in until now.

Elliot’s hands worked independently of him, which was unnerving but convenient. All he knew was they were on her back somewhere. He focused on their tongues, rubbing over one another inside their mouths, lightly sealed together as though they were.

He remembered his hands suddenly, a fraction of a second before he noticed he was playing with her underwear – a black thong, which he’d noticed earlier when she’d bent over in front of him to take her sandals off. He suspected then she could’ve just kicked them off, but something inside him then had told him not to ask about it because he already knew why. The thong-playing hand started rubbing her ass softly.

The other hand was more important. With it, he unclasped her push-up bra and felt her breasts flood out, flumping against his chest, free, if still constricted under her stomach. I kinda wish I could stare at em, he thought. Not that I’d like to stop making out though.

She moaned, and he realized she wasn’t letting him be the only one to strip a little; Kate opened his pants, struggling with the button for a few seconds during which he had to move to support all her weight, then his pants’ top button released. She repositioned to not make him hold her up, then unzipped him –

And the next thing he knew his penis was in her hand, limp but quickly filling with blood with Kate’s encouragement. Her other hand was near his armpit for support.

Both Elliot’s hands went for Kate’s shirt – one was going to anyway, but when he realized he had to get at least her shirt off the other joined in.

Kate broke their kiss and looked down at his penis, which by now, he assumed, was about as hard as anything’d ever been even though he couldn’t see it. Her hair tickled his mouth and neck and her hand slid slowly over his penis. When it got to the base she squeezed lightly, tantalizingly, as if to say “Hey baby.” He moaned.

He had to fight a battle to get Kate’s top off because she kept moving, ignoring what he was up to, so he started at the bottom. Elliot had to fight an undulating belly and an occasionally-shifting body, not to mention get ahold of teeny smooth buttons and then wrestle them into submission, but her shirt, a light brown one with blue horizontal stripes, was open eventually, and her milk bags – he called them that in his head, though he’d never know why he worded it that way – thunked into his chest, colliding also with his arms, something he wished he could see.

It was amazing – he looked to the side and parted her hair and got a glance. He couldn’t see past her breast to his penis and her hand, but watching her breasts hang down was glorious, and feeling her hand go up and down his length slowly and repeatedly was certainly nice.

She looked up and smiled, holding onto his penis still and using her legs and other arm to get to his face, kissing him. It was brief, but somehow perfect. She said “Baby I need you” and then went back for another kiss aggressively, which was funny because despite how aggressive that was she didn’t use her tongue until he did first.

He remembered her shirt was open, but still on, and tugged at it. She wouldn’t let go of his penis. He tugged harder, leaning up for more leverage. She gave in and let go, letting Elliot slip her shirt off. While he did she tried to hold most of her weight in her legs, but she let some of her fall onto Elliot too, squishing her breasts into him. She giggled at him taking control and started kissing his neck.

When he was done he threw it off to the side. Regaining her arms as an asset, Kate kissed Elliot again, caressing his face, then smacked the end of the kiss away loudly, got to her knees, straddling Elliot, his penis rubbing against her thigh – against the denim of her jeans – then crawled backward. He stared at her breasts, swinging pendulously, and her ass, waggling with her, and wondered why he didn’t prematurely ejaculate, then she put a hand on his penis and lowered herself, going straight at it. Her breasts formed a perfect backdrop to her bobbing head, occasionally rubbing against his naked thighs.

He reached for her armpits to pull her up to him – he wanted her pants off, and now. She wouldn’t let his penis come out her mouth, but she let him take her arms, then started bobbing her head up and down again. It didn’t feel that great, but he enjoyed watching so much its excitement almost made up for that. He especially loved it when she went up too far and he popped out. He was still holding her arms, which he didn’t notice until one of them reflexively twitched to line up his penis for more fellation, but he wouldn’t let them go. She grinned, loving it, and used her mouth to line his manhood up for her.

He pulled at her armpits again, and she resisted again. “Okay, get in 69 babe,” he said, then wondered why he said “babe” at the end while she moved, then waited for him to give her back her arms. When he did, her denim-covered crotch was suddenly in his face. He remembered she was wearing low-rise jeans, which she didn’t usually and which he should’ve understood the usage of upon his first time seeing them. He got them open quickly, but she’d have to move for him to get them off – she was on all-fours above him, bobbing up and down on his penis but not as quickly as before. He tugged at her knees for her to move them forward and lay on him so he could slide her pants off – she ignored it, but just before he did it a second time she did exactly what he wanted her to.

They came off easily enough. When they were off, and Kate’s naked legs were on him, radiating heat, he lost the urge to make her move and thought about eating her out then and there, but got a different plan, so he said “Stand with me” to the girl with his cock buried in her mouth.

It was damn hard to resist giving in, which he learned while she moved around him, breasts swinging, his penis still in her mouth. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth hard. His hands started going for her head, but he halted them.

Elliot watched her work for a few seconds, forgetting what his plan was, listening to the little slurp noises she made, loving how she had a hand on the base of his cock and the other on the back of his thigh. Then he remembered. “Sit on the–”

By then she was. He later hated himself for ordering instead of asking, but when he told her that she said she’d liked it. While she moaned, with desperation in her tone, sucking Elliot’s penis some (but mostly playing slip ‘n’ slide), he noticed her (pinkish red) bra was still on, trying to fall off her but pinned under her breasts. He pulled it off, and loved how she dropped whatever task her arms’d been doing to help with that.

“Okay. Lemme go,” he said.

“Uh-uh,” she said, making the noise but not letting his member out her mouth and staring up into his eyes, her light blues contrasting sharply everything around them, a look of utter love and desire in them – one of all the things begging him to orgasm that he had to do all he could to ignore.

He shook his head and took her over. Elliot pushed her head off himself, turned Kate around so she was bent over on his couch and he was behind her, pushed her thong’s crotch aside and got ahold of her hips, hoping it’d work when he tried to slide into her vagina without using his hands. He made his penis’s muscle twitch and got it between her labia, then moved forward. It followed his lead, going forward until something argued against it. He pushed hard through that resistance and she let out a ragged moan/yelp when he did. The hell? he wondered, then pulled out a little to see his penis was coated with blood.

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin?”

“Not now,” she said, leaning back against him a little so he slipped back in, moaning like it hurt but that she loved it. She also took one of the hands that’d been holding her up and started playing with her breast.

Elliot slipped back in, feeling like he’d sighed but without sighing. She was really tight, and he felt like he’d very much earned the way she moaned as he forced his entry, which seemed to contradict how very wet her plumbing was making itself for him. He thought about asking for lube, but she started moving – he thought, She wants to be on her back as he watched her try to flip a leg over him, turning. He pulled out, noticing how bloody his penis and her crotch were and ignoring it, then helped her move, loving how he held her thighs, warm and creamy.

This time he used his hand to get in because she was entirely on the couch – he needed more space to not use his hands. He considered asking for lube again but then she wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming the pain, moaning and writhing and squeezing and clenching. He held himself up by his elbows, close enough to Kate to kiss her. Her hands danced around, frantic, fluttering like the dying bird that seemed to be her impending orgasm. He kissed around her breasts, loving how huge and jiggly they were, moving with any slight movement of hers, of course influenced by however hard or softly he humped, she was so light.

After kissing around her nipples he looked up into Kate’s eyes and said something before he could stop himself. “I can’t do this.”

“What’s wrong, honey?” she said.

“I j...I dunno,” he said, sitting up a little on his knees and opening her legs. He had to make them move, but they didn’t put up much of a fight. He pulled out without noticing it, his bloody penis softening rapidly while he retrieved his boxers. “I’m sorry.”

“But...what’d I do wrong?” she asked, not even seeming to realize she was next-to naked, legs open, at a house she’d hardly been to before, her vagina trickling the fluids of a broken hymen onto the couch she was laying on. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“No, you were good. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you were good.”

“Yes you do,” she said, standing while he pulled his pants on, looking gingerly into his eyes, still ignoring the wet spot between her legs and that she only had a thong on.

“I feel wrong,” he said, buttoning and zipping the pants just before she reached him and hugged his arm to her chest, soft and warm, though not enough to change his mind.

“But I love you.”

“I know,” he said, not having realized it before. “But...you like somebody else, and you’re about to start dating–”

“Ellie, no we’re not! I just did that to make you jealous so you’d want me more...and so you’d be more surprised with this. I’m yours now. That was how I wanted to start our relationship.”

It wasn’t a question of whether Elliot and Kate would cry now – it was whether it’d take two or three seconds for them to start. He embraced her.