Kaylee's Tale

“We laid here, recovering.”

“So you cuddled with him.”

“No. Both of us were just waiting to catch our breath. Yes, he was close to me but this bed isn’t exactly big.” My fingers trailed over her skin, my hand brushing against her breast. “After I told him not to kiss me, it was a little awkward. I remember looking at the clock to check the time.”

“Why were you checking the time?”

I saw her throat tighten. “To see if we had time for another round. I think we both knew it was going to happen. It's why neither of us got off the bed.”

No longer hovering over her, I was back down at her breasts. My tongue ran circles around her pink nipple as my hand gently cupped her other one. I didn’t ask her any more questions, focusing on doing the things I knew she liked. Kaylee understood what I wanted by now. There was a waiver to her voice as she continued.

“We had something like forty minutes until you were supposed to arrive. I… I really wanted another round.” A shuddering breath interrupted her as I began to suck on her nipple. I felt her arch against me. “I sucked his cock,” she gasped. “I remember needing to get it hard. I needed it hard because I wanted him to fuck me again.” She was breathing faster, words tumbling from her mouth as she struggled to maintain her compose enough to talk. I didn’t make it easy for her. I held nothing back, touching her, kissing her, licking her, teasing her in all the places I knew drove her wild.

“Took me less than five minutes.” Even with all this happening to her, she still managed to sound proud. “That was when—ah!” I instantly hit the brakes. No. She still wasn’t allowed to cum. She whimpered, squirming against me.

“Scott.” There was a painful begging in her voice.

“What next?”

“Please, Scott… Let me—”

“What did he do next, Kaylee?”

There was an almost sobbing gasp as she forced herself to continue. “I lost control. I thought I was in control. That I was going to fuck him,” she whimpered. I continued my actions, but slower. Knowing her, I was able to tread that fine line to keep her right on the edge, but never letting her cross it. She hated it in the same way I hated this. I knew she did. The longer it went on, the more frustrated she got but not once did she tell me to stop.

“He was so strong, Scott. He overpowered me so easily. He moved me without any effort at all, forcing me on all fours—” A shudder as I shifted my mouth to her other breast to give that love too. “That was how he had me. I was completely powerless against him. His cock—His cock hit so deep inside me. So hard and big. I lost my mind. Screaming over and over as he fucked me.” A shuddering gasp of air. “I couldn’t even hold myself up. I fell forward against the bed, but he grabbed my hips, holding me up as if I were nothing. Every thrust pushed my face into the bed, and there was nothing I could do but scream.”

Somewhere along the way, I had stopped to watch her. Watch the emotions play out on her face as she relived the moment. Without my constant teasing, her body was slowly backing away from that edge and I could see her focus sharpening. Our eyes were locked as she continued.

“I loved every second of it. Every time he shoved that amazing cock of his into me it was like he hit a button inside me. Each thrust was like a jolt of electricity running through me. I was losing my mind, never wanting it to end.” Her breathing was slowing, her tongue wetting her lips as we continued to watch each other.

“But it did,” I whispered.

“It did,” she confirmed. I looked down at my hand as it slowly traced the curves of her body. “He held me down against the bed. I couldn’t move at all. He was loud when he came. Grunting as he filled my pussy again.”

I let the words linger for several seconds. She said nothing, letting the silence stretch as my hand found its way to her firm belly. I pressed my hand against it, creeping lower before gently rubbing my hand over her skin. “You didn’t cum,” I said softly as I continued to make circular motions below her belly button.

“No,” she admitted.

I didn’t stop rubbing her stomach as I met her eyes. “But you wanted to.”

“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Which was why you went a third time.”

“I knew we should stop. That we didn’t have time.” Her head turned to the side, looking away as she kept her eyes closed.

“But you wanted that orgasm.”

While she opened her eyes, she didn’t look my way. “I gave myself five minutes. If I couldn’t get him hard in five minutes, I would leave it at that.” Silence for several long breaths. “I worked really hard in that five minutes.”

“Sucking his cock?” She nodded. “And?”

“It got hard.” Her eyes found me again. “But this time I refused to give him control. He got what he wanted that second time, but this time? It was my turn.”

“You rode his cock, didn’t you?” She didn’t say anything as my head went farther down her body. I was kissing around her belly button. When I looked up, I found Kaylee’s reactions were shifting. The lower I went, the more uncomfortable she was. Seeing her eyes as they watched me plant kisses over her body, I found myself at a loss. My original plan was to get her to go through everything, then we would have our moment together. That would allow me to accept who she was, who I was, and hopefully a moment to reflect on the experience and pull out what worked and what didn’t. I thought that after all this, making love to Kaylee would reestablish our connection to each other.

Now that I was here in the moment, I found that was the last thing I wanted. No matter how painful my erection was or how much I craved to be with Kaylee, one piece of me remained steadfast. I had no desire to take physical pleasure in her being with other men.

It was a strange disconnect I couldn’t explain and the more I thought it over, the dumber I felt it was. I could admit that I was enjoying myself right now. This banter between Kaylee and me about her experience with Derrek was exciting and frighteningly erotic. The facial expressions she was making. The sound of her voice, knowing how much this was turning her on, the way her body moved. All of it was incredibly intoxicating and something I was never able to achieve on my own. But the idea of me physically enjoying this still disgusted me. Even the thought of having sex with her right now made my stomach queasy. That wasn’t to say I never wanted to have sex with her. I absolutely wanted to have sex with her. The problem resided that I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell which her reactions were caused by me, or what was caused by the situation.

I didn’t want that ambiguity. Even if I knew having sex with her now would guarantee me a hypothetical five-star rating, I would have to refuse. I had a strong suspicion that making love to her now would be on par with whatever fantastic sex she had with Derrek or any other guy, which made my revulsion to the idea of doing it all the more confusing. I had everything I desired at my fingertips. All I needed to do was put a condom on and I would give Kaylee that experience she craved with her partners.

The prize was right there, and I refused to take it.

I don’t know if I was just an idiot or waking up to the realization that maybe it wasn’t something I wanted in the first place. Maybe I was so fixated on that aspect of our relationship because I believed it was what Kaylee wanted and I was desperate to live up to a standard I made up. I felt like a man who had spent months fighting on a grueling and painful journey up Mt. Everest only to reach the top and finally stand at the top of the world only to think, ‘This is it?’ and be completely underwhelmed by the realization that he hadn’t actually wanted to climb the damn mountain at all.

I didn’t enjoy the kind of sex Kaylee did. That plodding, ‘Old People’ sex was what I enjoyed. I loved the slow, methodical pace. It allowed my attention to go elsewhere. To run my fingers along her arms. My hands against her sides. To kiss every inch of her. I enjoyed the intense looks we gave to each other and the passionate kisses we had. Yes, I enjoyed the sex part, but to me, it was about the connection we shared. Physical enjoyment was always going to be second. Kaylee understood that. Maybe that’s why she said we weren’t sexually compatible, and we probably weren’t. That physical element was always her primary concern, even with me. Yet being with her here in the moment, I found it didn’t really matter nearly as much as I was making it out to be. I wanted to support what she enjoyed, just like she supported what I enjoyed.

Meeting her gaze, I read the shift in the mood. Just like how I knew her, she too knew me. I could see it in her expression. The worry and fear that I was going to do something dumb. Despite my fears and anxiety, we had both enjoyed this moment together and she knew I was going to push it. Just as Kaylee tended to push things right up until it broke, I had the exact same tendency—only mine was self-inflicted. But even though she was silently telling me to stop here and go no farther, I couldn’t. I needed to see how far I could go.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Even though you knew I would be over soon, you had to get off one more time.”

“Scott—”

“Admit it. You weren’t even thinking about me, were you?” My fingers brushed against her wet slit as I teasingly slid a finger inside. Her expression flickered between concern and pleasure as they warred with each other. “No. All you wanted was one last orgasm. To get every last drop of his cum inside this pussy.”

She moaned my name. It wasn’t supposed to be a moan. I knew she wanted me to stop, but we were both too far gone now. She knew that this was dangerous. That I was running through a minefield of my own creation. Yet she couldn’t stop me. Just as I was barreling towards my potential destruction, she too was caught up in seeing how far I would take things.

I didn’t stop to think about anything, knowing that if I did, I would inevitably freeze up. Whatever came to mind, I quickly tossed it out for the world to hear.

“Tell me, Kaylee. Tell me I’m right.”

“I—”

Another finger inside her, I gently rubbed at her clit. Her concern was gone. Lust and desire had forced it aside as pleasure ran through her body.

“Don’t lie to me, Kaylee.” Every time I mentioned her name, I saw the subtle reaction her body made. “I heard you, remember? You were shouting his name.”

“Please!” she gasped. She was unable to look at me anymore, her head back against the bed as her body squirmed against me. I don’t think I had ever seen Kaylee like this. The expressions she made, the complete lack of control as pleasure overwhelmed her. Even though I was saying things that would have gutted me, I felt oddly detached from them. Seeing her and with everything I was doing, I felt in complete control. Control I never felt before. It made me realize why my words weren’t tormenting me as they would have in the past.

They were a tool.

I felt like a musician holding a familiar instrument. With my hands and mouth, I could make it sing. This was all because of the reactions I was getting out of her. Maybe my cock wasn’t big enough or go deep enough to hit that button inside her, but there were plenty of buttons elsewhere that I could push. And push them I did. Any regular person could blow a trumpet, but only someone who put in the time and effort to understand it could make it come to life.

“Why aren’t you answering my questions, Kaylee?” She was so close. This time, I had no intention of stopping. I needed to push her more. I paused only long enough to get into a better position. Hovering over her, I stared down at her as she took the momentary pause to catch her breath.

“Was sex with him really that amazing that you forgot all about me?”

Wide eyes stared up at me as I stripped all emotions from my face. I watched as tears formed. She looked lost, not wanting to say the answer aloud.

“Kaylee.” Blinking, a tear ran down her face. “Did he fuck you better than I ever could?” Her lips quivered as hot tears fled from her eyes. “Answer me, Kaylee.”

“What do you want me to say?” she cried.

“The truth, Kaylee. Did his big cock fuck you in ways I never can?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“And you are going to fuck him again, aren’t you?” I let no emotion escape. Not even my voice hinted at any emotions within me.

“Yes.”

“Because my cock isn’t up to the task, is it? It can’t give you that cum your greedy pussy wants.”

Her breath came in a sob, eyes closing as tears continued to flow. That was our limit. Any further would cause real pain. The tears she shed were those of guilt. I knew all the answers to those questions before I asked. Even though they didn’t bother me anymore, we both knew there was some truth behind the answers, even the silent ones. This wasn’t just bedroom play, but confirming what we both knew.

I released the emotionless mask and let out a breath. Putting on my warmest smile, I reached up and gently wiped at the tears with my thumb. “Good girl,” I whispered. That got her to open her eyes as she struggled to hold back her tears. “You are my good girl.”

She took a shuddering breath. “I don’t—”

“Shh,” I said, pressing a finger against her lips. “You are my good girl.” My smile widened. “And good girls should get rewarded, don’t you think?”

I didn’t give her enough time to process things as my hand moved down her body.

“Scott, wait—”

I didn’t wait. No more waiting or delaying. It was time for her to cum, and I was going to be the one to do it.

The sobs and confused looks were wiped away, replaced by a Kaylee I’d never met. I had eaten her out plenty of times before, but never got a reaction like this--certainly not with only a few fingers. She was vocal in a way I’d never experienced. Her body shook and urged me on like never before. When I finally gave her the orgasm she’d been craving, her scream was like no other. I didn’t slow. I didn’t relent. Over and over, I made her scream my name. Hearing her begging go from urging me on to begging me to stop as I sent her over the edge once more.

And I watched it all. One problem I had with eating her out was I could never get a good look at the fruit of my labor. Now? I saw it clear as day. I watched every expression. Every gasp and scream of pleasure.

Only when I was ready to stop did I finally release her. The intelligent, headstrong woman I loved was reduced to a blubbering mess on the bed. Micro-quivers danced over her body, giving her the appearance of someone twitching. Her breathing was in ragged gasps. Eyes closed, she remained perfectly still, as if lacking the energy to do anything but the barest of functions required to live.

Breathing hard myself, I took a seat at her desk, turning the chair so that I could watch her as I worked the cramp out of my hand. This reminded me of the incident that started it all. Kaylee collapsed on the bed just like this after I’d watch her and Sean together. Even back then, it was my name she called when she hit her climax. That had been the catalyst to something that had been building for far longer. How many times had I sat on that bed, listening to her talk about her latest conquest? How many times had I sat here in this chair, doing my best to hide my excitement while she went into explicit detail of what he did? How he made her feel? It felt like I had weaponized something Kaylee and I shared, wielding it in a way that not even someone like Sean could match.

It didn’t take long for her breathing to slow, then slow again as she drifted off to sleep.

Shit. I suppose we went a little overboard tonight. I guess we could talk about things later.

With a smile, I got the spare blanket she kept at the foot of her bed and covered her, not wanting to disturb her by moving her under the covers. Settling back into the chair, I took a deep breath and leaned back. There was a lot to unpack here, and I figured I had the time.