0 comments/ 14603 views/ 0 favorites K Is for Kink... By: romantic_soul She waited. And waited. For him. And then he came. Words. Trivial bits of everyday nonsense... they both knew that behind those words lay the anticipation that was slowly building up, creeping inch by inch through the darkened room and edging through their soul. She wiped the sudden sweat beading her upper lips with a sweep of her tongue and decided to call it a day. "I'm going to sleep. Just let me brush my teeth first, okay?" He smiled. A little smile of devilish proportions. She had turned her head away, so she did not really see it. "So am I. Don't be late. I have something for you." "Okay." She sighed as she brushed and flossed. Apparently he was not feeling the way she was. Just her luck, she relented. She crept out of the bathroom. The house was silent, and her aunt slept in the room beside them. A light sleeper, she would wake up at the slightest noise. And she reasoned with herself... he probably did not want her to wake up after a stressful day... Awww... A small smile of indulgence played on her mouth as she stifled a yawn. Nighty night and beddy bye and all that... She entered the dark room lit by a single bedside lamp. He was half-reclining on the large bed, reading the annual project report. Rolling her eyes in her mind, she made for the wardrobe to check on the clothes she was supposed to wear the next day. "Strip." The single word cut through the silence in the room. She froze, and turned to look at him. He was watching her through narrowed eyes, a challenge in his eyes. Fine. She was no coward. She returned his gaze steadily. He did not really have to repeat his orders. She pulled the grey t-shirt she wore over her head and looked at him for any sign of reaction. He watched impassively. She untied the cotton slacks and let them slither to the floor. She stood before him in her black sports bra and black jockey thongs and raised her chin in challenge to his gaze. He was unmoving still. As she tilted her head to one side and looked at him, a little smile playing on the edge of her mouth, he spoke. "I said Strip. That meant everything." She pulled down her panties first, bent and picked them up, only to throw them at one side. She was much more uncomfortable with her upper body than her nether region. She loved her legs, but her breasts were too big, and cumbersome. They were too sensitive as well, the brush against almost anything could make her nipples stand up to attention. She hated that betraying evidence of arousal. It was humiliating how easily she could be turned on. And even more humiliating that he could tell that so fast. She pulled the straps down from her shoulders, and then released her breasts from the confinements of the bra. She smoothed it down her stomach and hip, and let them fall to the floor. She stepped over them and moved to the bed. Towards him. He patted the place beside him. "Lie down." She shivered slightly. Her nipples beaded to tight, dark peaks and he ran a finger over them with a feathery caress as his mouth came down on her throat. She arched and moaned to give him greater access to her body as his fingers cupped her right breast gently and his mouth sucked the pulse that throbbed on the base of her throat. She shivered and clutched at his shoulders as the pressure of his fingers grew on her breast, as they made slow circles around her breast, carefully avoiding her nipple, and his greedy mouth lowered from her shoulder towards her breasts, moving downwards, to the upper slope of her breast, where they paused and looked at the beaded nipple, cupped tightly by his knowing fingers. She clutched at his head as she tried to pull him down to her aching, needy body, to resume the journey he had begun. His hands suddenly shot out and captured hers. He forced her arms together and pulled them over her head. With one sure hand, he kept her restrained as his other hand went back to her breast. She whimpered as his mouth suddenly bore down on her nipple and bit. "Oooh!" She let out a little moan as his mouth tightened on the base of her nipple while his tongue lashed it and bathed it in his mouth. She twisted under him, arched towards him, offering him more of her body to be deliciously tortured. He increased the pressure and pulled back sharply, causing her to cry out sharply. She bit down on her cry an instant later. Her aunt was sleeping in the room next door. They must be quiet. He smiled in the faint lamplight. The devil knew exactly what he was doing to her and he loved it. She pushed against him, aware of his restraining hand, and his body settled tightly on the curve of hers. She felt herself getting wet at the feel of his naked body against hers. Annoyed, she pushed again, and was rewarded with a light smack on her thigh. "Uh, uh, uh. Do that again, and I shall really give you something to scream about. But I don't want to shock your aunt, so we must be really quiet tonight. Do you understand? But you know what? I shall leave the choice of crying out loud completely to you as I do what I am going to do to you. Lets see how much you will be able to take it." He pulled back from her, and removed something from the nightstand drawer. She expected a condom, but condoms were not long and thick. What the---? She tried to move away from his body, she tried to push him off, but he held her down quite easily, enjoying the writhing body brushing against him. She felt his hard penis brush against her inner thigh, nudging against her wetness. She moaned tightly as his mouth settled against her breasts and started to suck her. Her legs twined with his, trying to draw him inside her, the place that was wet and ready for him. Just when she was sure he was going to capitulate and push in her, he moved down her body, kissing and rimming her navel with his wicked tongue. She moaned in hunger as he moved further down, his tongue devastatingly familiar all over her body. She threw back her head as his tongue licked a way from the bottom of her slit to the top, and settled on her clitoris, pulling the little nub of frayed nerves in his greedy mouth. His fingers played lightly with the entrance of her pussy, not quite entering, but rimming her dripping hole, caressing and touching, while his tongue sucked and bit at her clit. She jammed her fist in her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud, and pushed her pussy upwards, wanting more, wanting his fingers, his cock, anything, inside her. He did not disappoint her. A few moments later, three fingers suddenly were thrust inside her tiny hole. She let out a little wail of distraught, her eyes closing tightly as she forgot every caution and restraint. She lived for those fingers that so expertly pushed and pulled in and out of her, that mouth that brought her so close to an orgasm. Her juices poured out of her, and dripped down her thighs down on the sheets. She was so close to her orgasm, oh Lord, she needed just a few seconds to make it.... He removed his fingers and mouth at the same time from her pussy, drawing a stifled cry of need from deep inside her soul. As she watched him in disbelief and denial, he held up a thick tube of toothpaste and a hard bristled toothbrush. He rubbed the tip of the toothpaste over her slit, wedging the cap between the folds of her pussy. She moaned in anticipation, and his head lifted to look at her. "No sound. Not one. What will your aunt think?" Asshole. He was loving this. Asshole. She thought even as her head went back as she felt the thick plastic tube pushing inside her body, parting her tight, moist flesh, a thick layer of rich cream coating its body. He inched the toothpaste in inch by inch, pulling and pushing it inside her body, working her willing flesh around it. His other hand went between the cheeks of her ass and rubbed the entrance to her anus, the tiny star that puckered and tightened as he smeared juices he had gathered from her pussy to lubricate her. And she cried out, the sound torn from her mouth, as two fingers plunged tightly in her ass and the tube of toothpaste went in simultaneously. She twisted, overwhelmed by her own desire, her orgasm so close... Oh Please... She did not know she had said the words out loud until he bit her breast. His eyes glazed down at her, he was as crazy with lust as she was, but he had to control. It was in him, soul deep, the need to control her every action. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from his ass. "I said, No Sound. Not one. But you did not listen to me, baby, did you?" His eyes never left hers. "On your knees. Now." She turned over, her head bent down and her ass thrust up on the air, as he wanted her. He pulled the tube of toothpaste from her pussy, and it sent shocks spiraling through her body. She stifled the groan that erupted from her throat by crushing her face into the mattress. He caressed her bottom with the bristly side of toothbrush, running it over the crack of her ass, pausing over her slit, moving it up and down her opening, and then sharply withdrawing. Not content, he pulled her up on her knees, his body supporting hers as his cock pushed between her buttocks, seeking entrance to the tight hole he wanted to invade. She spread her legs more, giving him better access to both her channels, her hands hung limply by her side. He decided to push inside the taut cleft between the globes of her buttock. His fingers went between her legs to the moisture that he used to rub his cock with. He then positioned her buttocks, held them tightly as he made the first thrust. His mouth found her ear lobe and kissed it gently as he pushed inside her tender body. She wailed. Her mouth rounded as the earnest, begging noise erupted from her throat. He used his hand to push her mouth towards him, and his tongue plunged inside her mouth, imitating the plunge in her body, as a third of his thick flesh speared her tender derriere. She closed her eyes as he fucked her tight hole, thrusting in a bit more every time he drove himself inside her. He took her limp fingers and placed them around her breasts. She took the hint and kneaded her breasts in time with his thrusts. His hands left her body, and suddenly she could feel the now familiar pressure of the tube of the toothpaste in the entrance of her cunt. Her eyes opened, widened, as she saw him push the tube of paste inside her body, and she moaned tightly as his mouth nuzzled her neck, kissing her gently, as his body pounded hers. She felt her body start to climb the path to a massive orgasm, moving in rhythm with his. She was so close... her teeth bit down on her lower lip, her head lolled back on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she let her body carry her to bliss. She could feel him nearing his orgasm as well, his balls slapping her butt as his cock tightened even more, spearing her on his steel-hard flesh. The pain that she was feeling was secondary to the pleasure that he gave her. It enhanced what she was feeling to a thousand fold. "Baby---" the words came as a hoarse whisper against her neck. She gasped as his thrusts quickened, but then suddenly felt something scrape sharply against her clitoris. She looked down, and watched the bristly brush scrape her clitoris hard, over and over again. His cock throbbed inside her and his teeth bit her on the throat as he drove his cock as deep as possible. She screamed. Her voice was filled with shock, pleasure and disbelief, as her body, stretched by his cock and the tube of paste broke apart into a series of shocks that started from her cunt and spread over her body, numbing her mind, her body arched tight against his body. He erupted at the same time, his cock spewed jets of semen from his tightened balls. He lunged inside her body one last time, experiencing her throbbing body clenching around his cock, the muscles gripping as he pushed his length deep within her, loving the feel of her tight ass as it drained him out of every drop of his come. He pushed her down on the mattress, covering her body with his, his hips still jerking in her body, feeling the aftershocks running through her body. He lay on her, his weight on her limp form, till he could gather enough strength to carry them both their side. She was asleep. He could feel her breathe coming out evenly and buried his mouth in her hair as he gave up to slumber himself. K Is For Kiss Inspired by Sue Grafton’s alphabetical series. “That will be perfect. Thank you.” Teri Downs smiled at the attendant, watching as she gathered the white lilies and wrapped it in plastic. Kelly would like the bouquet. Lilies had always been his favorite. She sighed, trying to fight back another wave of tears. Today was his seventh anniversary. The seventh anniversary of the accident that had landed him in the hospital in a coma. Seven years. Had it really been that long? Kelly Turner was a nerd. Everyone who went to Whitesfield High knew that he was but no one really said anything because Kelly was a native. They remembered the quiet kid who drew detailed airplanes in kindergarten, the fourth-grader who could zero in on you like a missile in dodge ball games, the eighth-grader who won the National Science Fair and finally, the proud senior who created the school’s computer lab and ran the Senior website. Teri had never been a nerd. The daughter of the town’s largest and most successful realty owner, her matriculation through school consisted of gymnastics, ballet classes and cheerleading practices. She managed to get good grades most of the time, until she hit Chemistry. To her, the periodic table of elements was a puzzle that was missing several pieces and she nearly blew up the lab with an incorrect measurement. She had been crying in the back of the class when Kelly had approached her. “Uh, Teri?” She glared at him through bleary eyes. He was well over six feet tall with wavy dishwater blond hair and green eyes that looked larger than they were because they were behind thick glasses. He looked extremely uncomfortable. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” She sniffled, dabbing at her nose. “I’m such a dumbass! Mr. Harnsworth is going to fail me for that.” “You didn’t do it on purpose, Teri. I’m sure he’s had things like this happen before.” She nodded, slipping down from the stool. “Yeah, maybe.” “Well, I’ve gotta get going but I just wanted you to know that if you need some help, I’d be glad to tutor you.” “Really? Oh, that would be so nice!” She gathered her books, turning to him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name.” “Kelly. Kelly Turner.” “Thank you, Kelly. I’d appreciate all the help I can get!” “I know you have practice after school. How about I meet you at the track?” Teri felt her smile melt. Kelly was a nerd. Her fellow cheerleaders wouldn’t let her live that down. “No, that wouldn’t be good.” She saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. “I-I have to shower after practice, you see.” “Oh.” His response was so quiet that she knew he’d guessed the real reason behind her reluctance to meet there. “Can I meet you in the computer lab instead?” “Sure.” He got up, heading for the door. “I’m there most of the time anyway. See ya.” Teri had felt like shit that day. Sure, Kelly wasn’t on her same social level but he was a human being. She hung out with her friends and went to practice as usual, showering afterwards. Her best friend, Cindi, snapped her with a towel, making her howl in pain. “So what’s up?” “I’ve got a tutoring session.” “What? You need a tutor for something? You’re a brain, Teri!” “Not in chemistry. I’ve got to pass that class or I don’t graduate!” Cindi snickered. “Just show the principal your tits and I bet you’ll pass with flying colors!” “You’re sick!” Teri laughed. “I wouldn’t touch that old codger with a ten-foot pole!” “I would.” Cindi winked, hefting her changing bag. “I’ll call you later. Then you can give me the rundown on your ‘tutoring’ session.” Teri threw a towel at her retreating friend, then grabbing her own bag, she headed down the hallway towards the computer lab. She found Kelly sitting next to another kid, pointing something out on the monitor screen. The kid nodded and furiously began to pound the keyboard, typing like mad. Kelly just sat back and laughed. “See? I told you you’d get it if you tried!” His smile wilted when he turned and saw Teri. “Oh, hi.” “Hi.” She said brightly. “I’m here for our tutoring session.” “Cool. Let’s sit at the big table over there.” An hour later, Teri was greatly surprised to find that she understood some new things. The weight that she had felt about her shoulders was beginning to lift, all because of Kelly’s expertise in making complicated things very uncomplicated. “You did pretty good, Teri. You’re not a dumb as you think you are.” She laughed with a small smile. “Thanks. I hope Mr. Harnsworth thinks that.” “He will. Give him a little of time.” “Well, I’ve got to get going. My mom will be here to pick me up in a few minutes.” Teri smiled up into his bespectacled eyes and on an impulse, she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks a bunch, Kelly. See you again tomorrow?” “Sure.” Kelly waited until she left before raising a hand to touch the wet spot that her lips had left. “Tomorrow.” ***** Tomorrow turned into a week and then into a month and Teri studied hard, learning the fine points of chemistry. She re-did the experiment for Mr. Harnsworth, happy that nothing exploded this time and pulled a high C on the mid-term. She was just a few points away from a B and that made her work harder that ever. Kelly noticed the change in her. Each day that she spent with the technicalities of chemistry, she became more relaxed and more confident in herself. And each day, she left him with a kiss. The day before finals, they went to the library for the last tutoring session. Teri was surprised to see him reading a book on lilies and smiled when he tried to hide it as she approached. “What’s that?” “What’s what?” “Kelly … “ “Okay, okay!” He shoved the book across the table to her and she sat, examining it. “Happy now?” “It’s on lilies. Flowers. You like flowers?” “Some, but I like lilies the best.” His voice was quiet. “They were my grandmother’s favorite.” “That’s cool.” Teri never forgot that. When she got an A- on the chem final, she bought him a gorgeous, illustrated book on lilies. The look in his eyes was one that she would never forget and one that she thought she’d never see again. Pure, sincere joy. And with a last kiss on the cheek, they separated. Prom came and went. She looked for him but didn’t see him at the dance. She didn’t know why but she missed him. Her companion, Paul Littlebrook, co-captain of the lacrosse team, was a crashing bore. Conversation with him consisted of sports and who had hotel rooms for the after-parties. His hands roamed a little too freely and she found herself escaping and riding home alone in the limo. She thought about calling him but felt silly. She knew he’d laugh at her, just as her friends had laughed at him. News of the accident came Monday morning, the last day of school for the seniors. Kelly had been in a bad auto accident and was in a coma. Two other students were injured as well, the driver suffering two broken legs and a broken collarbone, the back seat passenger a broken arm and chipped heel. The announcement brought silence to her homeroom, then Paul spoke up. “No great loss!” A low rumble of snickers crept through the ‘in’ crowd while other kids broke into tears. “You piece of shit!” Paul looked up, along with several others who were shocked to hear one of their own break ranks. “What did you say?” “You heard me, you piece of shit! How dare you say that it’s no great loss? Do you have any idea of what Kelly did for this school?” Teri stood up, the blood rushing to her face as she released the anger she’d kept bottled up for six months. “He’s the reason your precious lacrosse team has a web page and e-mail! Did you ever think about that?” She turned to her giggling friend, Meredith. “And Meredith, who did you go to when you wanted to remove those porn sites from your dad’s computer?” All eyes bored into the cheerleader. “Teri,” Miss Burrows gave her a shaky smile. “I think that’s enough.” “No, it’s not, Miss Burrows!” Teri glared into the eyes of her fellow classmates, feeling something inside her break. “Kelly never hurt anyone. Neither did Shayne or Jack. They were just normal people like the rest of us!” “They were never like us.” Paul sneered, glaring at her. “No. They were better.” Those had been Teri’s last words on the last day of her high school life. She had left Miss Burrows’ class and walked the long five miles to her home, a different person when she arrived than when she’d left. She graduated with everyone else but paid little attention to the fanfare. Each day before school, she drove to the hospital and brought Kelly a bouquet of lilies. Her friends all thought she was crazy and eventually abandoned her, heading off to their respective colleges. Teri went to college, too, choosing a college that kept her within driving distance of the hospital. Each evening, whenever she could, she’d sit in his room and read newspaper and magazine articles and sometimes, just study in his presence. Therapists and doctors came and went and still she remained, steadfast in her devotion to her friend, leaving him each night with a kiss on the cheek. She graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree and decided to continue with a Masters. Now, she had the Masters. Her parents were happy, her friends were perplexed and she was confused. And so on this day, she bought a bouquet as usual and thought about the enormity of the seventh anniversary of Kelly’s demise. Kelly’s parents, Bill and Edna, met her in the room, welcoming her like a member of the family since she’d visited almost every day. He looked the same, his hair cropped short to help the nursing staff keep him clean and his long body less bulky. Teri took his hand and began to talk to him, as she always did. “Hi, Kell.” For some odd reason, she felt more emotional than usual today. Maybe it was because she had conquered the MA but she knew that it was because it had been seven years today. “I got my Masters yesterday.” She desperately looked for a response on his slack features. “I can go get a legitimate job now. But I need you. Why aren’t you waking up? I’ve been here every day and you haven’t even had the decency to say hello!” Teri sat back, still stroking his hand. “Kelly, the world is passing you by and I know you. You wouldn’t want that to happen. You’d want to be in the middle of it all! So you have to come back!” His eyes remained shut, his lips as warm and pink as the first day he’d been admitted here. Teri leaned over and examined his face, lightly touching his forehead, nose, cheek and jaw. He was such a beautiful friend. I don’t want to lose him. She moved forward and pressed her lips against his pale, cold ones. Teri gave a short bark of laughter. “Well, I guess I’ll get to my studying. After all, I have a doctorate to shoot for.” Teri opened her notebook and began to write notes for her doctorate and eventually, her eyes closed under the weight of sleep. ***** “Teri. Teri!” Teri gasped into wakefulness, her books clattering on the floor. Edna Turner stood at her shoulder, a hand over her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks. “Wha-what?” Kelly’s luminous green eyes were open, his long lashes slowly dropping to cover the orbs in fluid. “He’s awake!” Three weeks after his seventh anniversary of being in a comatose state, Kelly Turner decided to awaken. His eyelids blinked slowly and his head turned, his eyes meeting his mother’s, then sliding to Teri. “Geez! Didn’t you pass that test yet?” Edna and Teri shouted in happiness, sobbing in relief while a mystified Kelly stared at them. He was alive! Kelly was another year in recovery and Teri was very happy to be the first person to give him a kiss and even happier to in later years, become his wife.