Kate Wakes

Kate

“Nononononono…” Kate panted. She was shivering, and for some reason, her hands felt hot and wet.

Oh. Damn.

She pulled her sticky hands out of her pussy and wiped them off on her sheets.

Kate felt strangely uncomfortable but couldn’t recall why. It was as though she’d woken from a nightmare in a cold sweat, except she was pretty sure nightmares didn’t cause her to masturbate in her sleep.

Still, she was never very good at remembering her dreams upon waking. Like most mornings, the already hazy details rapidly faded from her mind within moments of waking.

Fuck it.

Kate decided the dream was unimportant, and her focus turned to more pressing needs. She threw off her sodden panties and began rubbing at her already engorged clit in one hand while palming one swollen breast in the other.

Her mind was alive with images of beautiful women, and it was easy to pretend the fingers on her pussy belonged to any one of them. For some reason, instead of picturing hot goths, her mind settled on the image of her most beautiful housemate: Vicky. She was dressed just like she was for that rave they’d all gone to: skimpy, and sparkling, platinum blonde hair thrown back as she fingered and ate out Kate’s pussy with gusto.

The hand on Kate’s tit quickly became Dana’s, squeezing, rubbing, marveling at the heft and softness. Kate visualized the two of them making out overhead, fondling and fingering her to a pillow-biting climax.

Kate came like that only a couple minutes later, thumb at her clit, pussy clenched tightly around two fingers. Practically record time for a solo job, especially without the aid of either toys or porn. The ease, intensity, and frequency of her orgasms all seemed to have increased in recent days, but she was not about to dwell on that.

With her pussy satisfied and head cleared, she looked around for her phone, and found it on the floor, right next to her bed.

The time read twelve-thirty-four pm.

Kate tried to remember when she’d fallen asleep, and last night's events came back to her in a flash: the molly, the makeout, the fondling, and the… breastfeeding?

Shit! I can’t believe I did all that! There’s no way I could have been down that bad for Alkim. It must have been the molly.

Her sanity check was interrupted by the scent of a savory soup wafting in from beyond her door, and her stomach growled in acknowledgement.

Mmmmmm. Alkim’s cooking something good.

Though she was embarrassed with her behavior from last night, she wanted food more than she wanted to bury her head under the covers.

Kate grabbed a tank-top off the floor, barely managing to pull it over her braless rack, and washed her hands and face in the bathroom sink. That girl in the mirror looked like she could have really used a shower, but Kate felt more hungry than dirty, and she trudged over to the kitchen, content to shower after breakfast.

Sure enough, Alkim was at the stove, stirring a big pot of something aromatic, and Chinese.

“Moooorning,” she yawned, “what’s for breakfast?”

“Good afternoon,” Alkim corrected, “unfortunately, we stopped serving breakfast at ten-thirty. Would you like a lunch menu?”

“Shut up, Benihana. What’s on the stove?”

“Wonton noodle soup, figured you could go for some Hong Kong food. I’ll bring it to you in a sec, just grab a spoon and some chopsticks.”

“Fuck yes. Now we’re talking.” Kate grabbed her utensils and set them down on the table. As she waited, and her brain sifted through the kitchen smells, the scent of Alkim stuck out. It wasn’t unpleasant, like she used to think he smelled after the gym, but it was hard to ignore, and it reminded her of other needs, needs beyond mere food and drink. She started thinking about some way to get her fix, then she remembered that Alkim knew already.

Has the ice been broken enough? Do I just go for it?

“Hey, remember that thing we talked about last night?”

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific. We talked about a lot of stuff last night.” He turned his attention back to stirring the wonton soup.

She sidled up to him by the stove, psyching herself up for the act, “You said I could satisfy my cravings whenever I wanted.” She unconsciously licked her lips and closed the distance between them. “Did you really mean it?”

“Of course I did.”

“Well, I’m definitely craving… that, right now.”

Kate stood up on her tippy toes until her face was nearly level with Alkim’s, then pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. Every push, every flick of her tongue in his mouth improved her mood immeasurably. She started to lose herself in the euphoric haze until Alkim pulled back and broke the connection. The strength of the feeling ceased to increase, but the glow remained.

“Ahhh,” she sighed happily, refreshed and alert. “Thanks, dude. That was way better than coffee.” Kate still felt a little gross initiating the kiss, but now that it was done, she couldn’t understand what her token **** had been for.

That’s the recipe for instant bliss: just add some Alkim and stir.

This was her due, this was how he was gonna pay his rent. Next time, she wouldn’t hesitate to cash in.

“You’re, uh, very welcome.” Alkim not-so-subtly turned his crotch away while keeping his upper body facing her. His hand went back to stirring the soup, but his gaze never shifted. “So, just to be clear, that’s going to be an everyday thing now?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize kissing hot girls every morning was such an inconvenience for you.” Kate stretched her arms out behind her head in a triceps stretch—a very normal morning activity, one that just happened to thrust her heavy boobs in his direction.

It took Alkim a few moments to collect his thoughts. “I didn’t say I minded, I said I wanted to be clear.”

“I’d really prefer if it was every day… really, really didn’t feel good when I skipped a dose.”

“In that case, yeah, whatever you need, Kate.”

Too easy.

Kate took her seat, trying to ignore the fact that her tits now rested on the table, even when she sat perfectly straight.

She doubted Alkim would fail to notice that growth milestone, though she was well past caring. Hell, she’d hardly worried about his wandering eyes before. Now, after everything they’d done last night, the concept of protecting her modesty around him had become thoroughly obsolete, expired like last month’s milk.

At least my tits aren’t sore anymore, thanks to him.

He loaded up two bowls with generous portions of both wontons and noodles and set them down on the table. It looked and smelled heavenly.

“Fuck yeah.” She spooned up a big, fat, juicy wonton, and bit into it with relish. Delicious, savory juices and light aromatic spices filled her mouth.

Kate wasted no time and began noisily slurping up noodles and soup like a famine victim.

For several years now, Kate maintained rigid discipline over her diet through a combination of exercise, skipping meals, and stimulants. Yet, lately, whenever she got hungry she seemed to lose all self-control, and couldn't stop herself from eating until she was full. It was like being a teenager all over again.

Part of her hated it, especially that voice in the back of her mind that nagged at her in Cantonese: it shamed her for every second portion consumed and pointed out every stomach roll or stretch mark in the mirror, no matter how minor. Years of familial fat-shaming were hard to shake off, but Alkim’s food seemed to cut through those mental blocks like nothing else could.

Having him as a private chef is so worth the unpaid rent.

“Mmmm! These wontons are really good! When’d you make them?”

“Couple days ago, they’re pork and shrimp.”

“Mmhhhhmmm, they’re so fucking good, dude. The noodles too.”

“Well, those were store-bought.”

She sucked in more of the thin, yellow egg-noodles, bit through them, and delighted at the perfect levels of give and snap. That was restaurant quality work.

“Mmmm, but you cooked them perfectly! I always fuck them up somehow, they get all mushy. You should really think about opening a restaurant, seriously.”

“Thanks, but hard pass on that business model. If I ever wanted my own restaurant, actually working in one would have been enough to cure me of that delusion.”

Kate alternated between the wontons, the noodles, the soup, and the vegetables until more than half the bowl was gone.

“Ahhhh. Thanks, dude, that really hit the spot. Exactly what I needed this morning.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” he got up from the table, “I’ll be right back.” She kept eating while he quickly dipped into his room and returned a moment later with a box in one hand. “Gotcha something.”

She swallowed down another mouthful. “What is it?”

He set the box down on the table and turned it to face her.

It was a fucking breast-pump.

Kate almost choked on her noodles. She covered her mouth with one arm while she coughed her airways clean.

“Shit, you okay?” asked Alkim.

“What the fuck dude?” she yelled.

“What? I said I’d get you a pump, and I did.”

“I don’t remember that!?”

“Really? That was, like, right after I said I’d help you with the cravings, which you apparently did remember.”

“Dude I was so fucking high, I don’t remember everything we said last night.”

Not sure I really want to either…

“Alright, well, if you don’t need it, I can just return it to the store.” He reached for the box.

“Fine, fine. Sorry. It’s just… It’s a lot, okay? Can you just let me finish my breakfast before I have to deal with more boob problems?”

Alkim winced. “Well, I didn’t want to overwhelm you, but we have some other problems you need to know about.”

“What kind of problems?”

“How about I start with the good news? Yeah? Good news then: Vicky’s coming home!”

“Wait, what? Seriously?”

“Yeah! I’m picking her up from LAX on Friday.”

“Friday? Holy shit! I can’t fucking wait!” Besides Alkim, Vicky was Kate’s clear alternative pick for best friend, especially in this house. “We gotta do something when she gets back.”

“Already on it, I picked up a duck and started marinating it. We can roast it here, or maybe get some KBBQ, and then we can go clubbing.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll check for club events on Friday, something she’d be into. Got any more molly for Vicky?”

Alkim hesitated. “I think I’d rather wait a while before trying again, especially after last night.”

Oh, right. “Good point.”

“Yeah, none of us should do molly again for a couple more months, including Vicky. I’m sure she’ll be good with some drinks and an eight-ball.”

“Yeah, she’s a fucking fiend.” Kate agreed. Everyone in the house did coke on occasion, or at parties, but Vicky was the only one with a coke nail. “So, what’s the bad news you really didn’t want to talk about?”

Alkim really did not want to talk, he just pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and slid it over to her.

Kate read it.

“Fuck!” She pounded the table in fury, and nearly spilled her soup. “We’re getting evicted!? What the fuck! She can’t do that! I was gonna renew the lease!”

“Apparently she can, and she’s selling all her houses on this block.”

“Fuck!”

“I know.”

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! This can’t be happening!” Kate buried her face in her hands, **** to hide her incoming tears of rage and frustration.

A few weeks ago, this notice would have been an inconvenience, maybe enough to ruin her day, but nothing more. She could always just move to a new house or just get a studio apartment. She could afford it. Now though, she was all too aware of the tether between her and Alkim, and she wasn’t about to accept its severance, not when things were just getting better between them.

Kate wished she had a pillow to scream in and briefly considered using her oversized breasts.

Alkim continued, heedless of her distress. “Ania said we have three months before eviction, so we gotta find a new place in that time.”

We? A place? So he wants us to stick together?

That was a major relief. Kate wiped her eyes clear, “So, what’s the plan? Another house, four bedrooms?”

Or three. Wouldn’t mind leaving Hannah out this time.

He nodded. “We could try that. She did give me her card, and promised to give me a tour of her other properties…”

“Ugh, fine. Let’s set one up.”

“Well, that’s the thing, I’m not sure if she meant all of us…”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I think she might be trying to fuck me.”

Kate just stared at him. “Oh, come on man, not every woman wants to fuck you!”

Alkim stiffened and sat up defensively. “I didn’t say every woman, just her.”

“And why the fuck would she evict us and then try and seduce you?”

“Well, I’m not one-hundred-percent sure, but she was sending a lot of signals.”

“Signals?”

“Signals,” he nodded, “and not the subtle kind.” He drank some of his soup.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You wouldn’t have any doubts if you saw what I saw.”

“Like what? Give me the deets.”

“Well, she complimented me a lot, gave me her phone number, called me a smart boy, handsome, and offered to give me a tour of her other properties.”

“A tour? That’s it, dude? Landlords are supposed to give tours!”

“I know, but it was the way she said it. ‘I could arrange a private tour.’ Emphasis on the private. Oh, and then she said, ‘if these listings are out of your price range, I’m sure we can work something out.’”

‘You’re lying!”

“I swear on my ancestors, dude, that’s what she said. Like, fucking porn dialogue, I swear.”

He dug into his pockets for a second, then pulled out a business card and slid it over to Kate. Sure enough, the card had their landlady’s contact information. More suggestively, she’d crossed out her husband's info and even drawn a heart next to her name.

“Okay, you win. I believe you.”

“Told you, she wants me.”

“Alright then, stud. So, can you fuck her brains out and maybe get her to extend our lease, or give us a new one on a better block?”

“Don’t be gross, Kate.”

“What? C’mon, you met her, you know she’s hot. I’d fuck her to save the lease if I thought she’d go for it, but I’m pretty sure she’s married to a man, and I’m not the one here with the dick.”

Magical dick, even.

“Sure, yeah, I’d fuck her. But how do I know she’s serious about giving me a discount? What if she’s just trying to take advantage of me? Dangle a lease over my head, get me in bed, get her rocks off, and refuse to give up the goods after?”

“Then you’ll just have to give her a really good time, give it to her so good that she’ll want to come back for seconds, maybe even stash you away somewhere convenient for her. That way she could swing by whenever she’s in the mood for missionary sex, or whatever it is you straights do.”

“Oh, is that all?”

This coming from the guy that turned a hardened sugar baby with no sex drive into his personal blowjob dispenser?

“What, do you need me to give you the talk? Teach you how to find the clitoris?”

“Fuck off.” His tone was defensive, but she could tell he was trying not to smile. “It’s just-it feels weird. I mean, I’ve never fucked someone that…”

“Thick?”

“Old,” he admitted.

“Really? What’s the oldest woman you’ve had sex with?”

He thought for a second. “There was this one woman I met in San Francisco last year. I think she was, like, twenty-six?”

“Hey! Twenty-six is not old!” yelled the twenty-eight-year-old woman. “So you prefer them young, huh? Empty headed nineteen-year-olds, like Mikaella?”

“Hey, give me a break! I wasn’t calling you old, it’s just… I only graduated a few months ago, and before that I wasn’t exactly fucking around off-campus.”

“Really?” That took her aback a bit. Alkim acted so knowledgeable and self-assured, which made it easy to forget he was only twenty-two. “You’ve never hooked up with an older woman at a club or a bar?”

“Nope. Can’t really afford to drink at bars, especially not with my tolerance.”

“Oh, right.”

It took at least ten drinks just to get him buzzed, and he pregamed like crazy before every night out to save money.

“So, you never fucked a TA or something at school? ‘Oh please, Miss, I’ll do aaaanything for an A.’”

He laughed, “A TA? No way dude, I got good grades! I graduated Cum Laude!”

“Coom-what?”

“Cum Laude.” He sighed when Kate still didn’t get it. “Latin honors.”

“I don’t fucking speak Latin, dude.”

“Well, it's Latin for ‘I got good fuckin grades.’”

“Wait, what about Vicky’s friend? That Viet chick, I thought I saw you leave with her on Vicky's birthday.”

“Michelle? Nah, pretty sure I was too young for her.”

“But she’s only twenty-five?”

Alkim chuckled. “You have a lot to learn about gender dynamics between straight people.”

“Dude, come on, don’t try to mansplain women to me. When I was your age, I was getting pussy a lot older than twenty-six.”

“You know lesbians, and bisexuals, but it’s different with straight women. Men love to date younger women, sure, but most women won’t date younger guys.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“No lies, it’s pretty common. A bunch of my female friends in college admitted that they’d never go out with someone just two years below them.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “Seriously. College seniors that would never, ever fuck sophomores.”

“That’s fucking nuts.”

“I don’t disagree, but that’s the way it is.” He shrugged. “Ask Vicky if you still don’t believe me.”

“Damn, the straights are not alright.”

“We are not,” he agreed.

They both went back to slurping up noodle soup for a minute before Alkim broke the lull in conversation.

“Soooo, how old was the oldest woman you’ve slept with?”

“There was this white lady I met at a lesbian bar. She was forty-seven, drove a motorcycle."

Alkim was shocked. “Seriously? Forty-seven?”

“Hey! Don’t judge! Those lesbian MILFs know what they’re fucking doing, alright? They’ve got years of experience eating pussy like you wouldn’t believe. Plus, you don’t have to stay quiet if she has her own house, no roommates.”

“But what if you woke up her grandkids?”

Kate balled up her napkin and threw it at him. It landed squarely in his face, and they both couldn’t help but chuckle.

“So, are you gonna do it?” asked Kate, “Are you gonna fuck that MILF?”

He looked down at the card, then nodded. “Yeah, alright. I’ll fuck her.”

Kate held her right fist in her left palm and gave him a very unserious bow. “The house of Kate thanks you for your noble sacrifice. Please, fuck her good, and get us something by the beach.”

Alkim rolled his eyes. “I can only promise to try my best; I will make no guarantees about scoring prime real estate.” He stopped, lost in thought for a moment. “Is MILF sex any different from fucking someone my—our age?”

“Well, yeah, kind of. I mean, I don’t know if it’s different for straight women, but older women know what they want. You’ll have to figure out what that is and give it to her.”

He scratched his chin, considering, strategizing.

“If her husband’s older, he probably can’t get it up enough for her, or when she’s in the right mood.”

“Makes sense,” Kate agreed, as if she knew anything about erectile dysfunction.

“And I’d bet she doesn’t get eaten out as often as she’d like either.”

Who does?

“See, you’ve got it all figured out. Just don’t fuck it up for me, I hate apartment hunting.”

“I mean, isn’t the plan to fuck her up?” He grinned annoyingly, like he did whenever he caught English puns that’d slipped past her.

Kate sighed. “You know what I meant.”

They both finished their food. She left the dishes to Alkim, while she took a long, hot shower.

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