His right hand slid down my side, glided up into my armpit and roved down my body, down my ribs. I felt his fingers feel each rib, felt them play over my stomach, felt them in my bellybutton. His left hand snaked over my chest and down the line of my abdomen. He didn’t touch my breasts. And he kissed the back of my neck, moving around to where my neck met my shoulder. And he breathed deeply. He was inhaling me, my scent, my sweat.
He kissed lower, kissing over my shoulder. I realized he was tracing the muscles in my back, kissing them. I felt his dick slide down my ass, slide down my leg as he bent lower, going lower, kissing the small of my back, rolling his lips over the high slope of my ass. My body continued to shake and I strained my legs to make them stop. His hands came around my front and gripped my thighs, ran down to my knees. I kept brushing my hair while Tom kissed my body, smelled me.
Then he slid his nose into the top of my crack.
“Don’t-” I said automatically.
“Are you saying no?” he said.
I had frozen in the mirror.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“I haven’t showered.”
“I know.”
“Tom-” I started.
“What?” He kissed between my cheeks, the sweaty area at the top of my buttocks. He bit into the flesh. My legs wobbled a bit.
“Nothing,” I breathed. I didn’t think it would be like this.
He continued to kiss lower until he reached where my cheeks met my thighs. He pulled the skin up and bit into the soft flesh under my ass. Then he put his head between my legs and started to kiss up. His mouth was buried in my bush before I knew he was there.
“Tom-” I started. He didn’t say anything. I hadn’t showered and his lips were suckling at my vulva. He buried his mouth in my pubic hair. Then he breathed, very, deeply. I started to get wet. I stopped brushing my hair.
“Don’t stop,” Tom said.
“Okay.”
He kept licking, kept kissing. I watched him reach down and wrap his fingers around his shaft. Was he going to fuck me? Was he going to jerk off? He left off my wet vagina and kissed lower. He was kneeling in front of me now, kissing my legs, planting little kisses on my knees, moving down to my feet. “You’re perfect,” he said.
He got up. He slid the shaft of his dick from my ankle all the way up to my butt.
“Don’t forget the condom,” I whispered.
“I won’t.”
“What are you waiting for?”
My phone rang. He smiled at it and shook his head. He sidled over to his gym bag and tore a condom from the packet.
“That gives me an idea,” he said.
I looked at it, it was Allison. I realized I had to answer it; otherwise she’d freak out, think something was wrong. Had it been an hour since I’d called her? I still had the brush in hand and the phone was ringing, but I was watching Tom roll the condom onto his dick. This was really going to happen.
“Answer it,” Tom said.
I suddenly realized he was going to put it in me when I was on the phone with her.
“Wait,” I said. He approached me with his cock in hand, his fingers rolling the elastic down to the base of his shaft.
“I said answer it,” he said. “Either say no or do it.”
“Is that what you want?”
He had already come up behind me. I could feel his latex dick pressing against my back. I had to answer the phone, no matter what he was about to do, I had to answer it.
I picked it up. “Allison?” I said. I tried to glare at him in the mirror.
“Hey,” said Allison. I could already tell that she was slightly faded. Behind me, Tom ran his hands up my back. My legs shook so hard I had to press my stomach against the table to stand straight.
“Has it been an hour?” I asked her.
“Oh, no,” she said, sounding embarrassed. “Sara came over with some pot and we’re a little fay-do.” She giggled at the sing song and I could hear Sara in the background. “Do you want to come over?”
“Um, Allison, I-” Tom bent me over. He bent me over the table and held his hand over the hand that gripped the brush. He held it to the table. In my left hand I held the phone. I couldn’t put it down. His left hand pushed into the small of my back. He was going to fuck me. “I-” I started.
“Is everything all right?”
“Allison, I’m a little-” Tom parted my vagina with his fingers and slipped his dick up inside of me. “Oh god!” I shrieked. I pulled the phone away from my mouth and slammed it to the table. Tom’s fingers pressed hard into my stomach and pushed himself deep, deep, deeper.
I let out a guttural groan and breathed in. “I’m small,” I whispered to him.
“How long has it been?” he said.
“A while,” I said, trembling. “Please don’t make me talk to her.”
“Talk to her.”
I was pleading with him even though I knew I could say no. Why wouldn’t I say no? My vagina hadn’t had anything inside of it in months. I had a dildo but I never used it. I had a vibrator, which I did use, but I wasn’t used to this, I wasn’t used to his penis. But he paid me. He was inside me oh my God, he was inside me and he was holding my hand to the table.
“How long?” I whispered. He gently put his hand over mine and brought it back to my ear. Sara and Allison were screaming on the other end.
“Kate! Kate! What’s happening? Are you okay?”
“Uh huh,” I said. Tom pulled out of me. He pushed back in. I couldn’t believe he was making me do this. My breasts shivered and swung forward at each of his thrusts. He didn’t fuck me hard, not after that first push, not after he loosened me up.
With Bobby- with Bobby it was never this way.
“What’s going on?” said Allison. “Are you okay?”
I tried to breathe. “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m fine.”
“Honey, what’s going on?”
“Just took a n-nap,” I said. My vagina enclosed around his dick and I couldn’t tell if I wanted him to stop or if I wanted him to fuck me harder. He kept up his steady, rhythmic pace.
“Why did you scream?”
“I stubbed my toe,” I said. I probably sounded like I had just been running. I shouldn’t have been this out of breath but it was the shock more than anything. Tom squeezed my breast and squashed it back against my chest and pushed his cock inside. “Ahn,” I said. I hadn’t meant to.
“Kate?” said Allison. She’d gone from fearful to quizzical just like that. “Hold on, I need to get some water, can you talk to Sara?”
“No-” I started but she already handed the phone off.
“Hey, Katie,” said Sara.
“Hey, Sara,” I said. Tom bent down to kiss my back. He licked the sweat that had collected where my hair met my neck. I hated him, I thought. But I didn’t say no. “Oh, God, Sara, where’s Allison?”
“She’s downstairs, honey. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine-” I was tired of saying I’m fine. “I, uh, mmm, did you need anything?”
“You’re perfect,” I heard Tom whisper.
“Shut up,” I hissed back.
“Kate, is there someone there?”
“Just my dad,” I said.
“Oh tell him I said hi.”
I pressed the phone against my breast and cried out. I didn’t want to. I hadn’t meant to. I’d meant to say hi, dad, or hello, or- anything, but Tom was fucking me. He was fucking me faster, and I couldn’t speak in longer sentences because the sound of getting fucked would have made the words leave my chest breathless. I thought he’d fondle me; I thought he’d try to kiss me and stick it in me. I didn’t think it would be like this. I didn’t think he’d make me cry out. I cried out because I was scared. I cried out because I’d never had anyone tell me to do this. I cried out because I think I just felt him stick a finger up my asshole.
“Take it out,” I whispered.
“Which one?”
“My butt.”
“Say ‘take your finger out of my ass.'”
“Take your finger out of my ass,” I said. He did. He squeezed my left cheek.
“Sorry,” he said.
Bobby didn’t fuck me this way. He kissed my mouth, he grabbed my tits, he threw me on the bed because I told him to dominate me, because that’s what he liked. Then it was off with my shirt, off with my pants, and he was inside, ramming away. Tom was slow. Tom was doing exactly what he wanted to do. And I realized while he kissed my muscles that he was worshipping my body. I don’t know if he respected me but he worshipped me.
“I need to hang up,” I said.
“Okay,” he said.
I pressed the phone back to my ear. Allison was back. “Kate, what are you doing?”
“I’m stretching,” I gasped.
“Oh my god, are you having sex?”
“Allison, shut up!” Tom was stretching me. His dick was stretching me. Yes, I wanted to say, Tom is fucking me. He paid me to let him fuck me. He was fucking me because you wouldn’t let him fuck you. He was fucking me – please don’t tell Bobby, don’t tell my dad, don’t tell Sara.
“Just kidding, just kidding,” said Allison.
“Allison, honey, I need to go,” I breathed. I was turned on but I didn’t know why.
“Okay, whatever, call me later.”
“Okay,” I said. I dropped the phone onto the desk and threw my hand down on the table. “I don’t want to do that,” I said.
“That’s what I want,” he said. He was still working away at me, slowly, kneading the muscles in my sides and ass and methodically pressing against the walls of my vagina. I wanted him to massage me all over like that.
“You want me to call while you fuck me?” I tried to look at him in the mirror. I couldn’t raise my head.
“Yes,” he said.
“Who else?”
“Your mother, your father.”
I moaned.