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Kennedy

By: Jinxskunk



I was run out of town by the strength of will of a single man who thought that I had committed the ultimate crime. It is true that my fate was not something to be entirely avoided. It was a simple matter of accepting a promotion, a raise in pay, a little more responsibility, and an office with a corner view, on the other side of the continent. I could have pressed the issue. I could have tried harder to stay. The truth is that I didn't try at all. Not once did I offer an alternative. Not once did I say, "no." I packed my bags, took the cash, and ran. It wasn't for my own sake, or my own reputation. I could have handled the scandal, but she shouldn't have to. She would have cracked beneath the glares. It is better for her to suffer a little bruising now, and never know how much I truly love her, than to go through the years of being branded a black sheep by her family and friends. 

I first met Kennedy when she was 15. She was awkward and boisterous, and just beginning to fill into herself. I was not attracted to her back then. Her father would bring her to the company picnics and she would flit around the tables caught somewhere between the children's games and the boring conversations about computer programs and mortgages. Eventually she would roll her eyes at all of us and go lay in the grass, or practice her latest dance routine with her headphones in. Occasionally she would practice a bit of yoga, and then I usually watched her, because I happen to be quite obsessed with yoga myself. I was a little jealous that at age 15 she had already found the form and breath-work that I had taken years to discover. Still, I didn't know much about her. I just knew that she was Ken and Stacy's daughter, and that her name was Kennedy. Ken was one of the senior partners and so Kennedy was around, occasionally, just like any of the other office offspring. 

I was a bit younger than most of the team, so I had no children of my own. In fact, 30 had come and gone and I had yet to find a wife. I had a couple of serious girlfriends, but I had always believed that I would come alive with a glowing love in the presence of the right woman. Perhaps I was still holding onto teenage dreams of romance. Perhaps I needed to grow up. But despite the fail on the personal front I was succeeding greatly on the professional front. I had no obligations that prevented me from putting in extra hours of effort occasionally, and the quality of my work quickly surpassed that of my peers. My superiors eventually took notice. 

"Craig," Ken told me one day, "I want to talk to you about your responsibilities to our company." 

"Am I in trouble?" I asked with an easy smile. Ken was a laid back businessman and I had been expecting this particular conversation for a while. 

"No, this is a very good thing," Ken assured me, as I was sure that he would, "In fact, I want to talk to you about taking on a little more responsibility." 

"That's great Ken, I definitely think that I am ready for the next step." 

"I hoped to hear that. Do you fish?" 

"Fish? Occasionally." I answered, a bit confused at the sudden change of topic, but not letting my smile falter. 

"Are you free next weekend? The family and I are going up to Pine Lake. It's a beautiful place. I'd like for you to join us. We could get some quality time in and really discuss this idea without interruptions." 

"That sounds like a great idea." I agreed. 

"Great. Go ahead and talk to Linda. She has the address and directions to the cabin." 

The next Friday rolled around and I was a little bit nervous about my trip up to the lake, but not nervous enough to ruin my excitement at the coming promotion. Unfortunately, the team got stuck in the office on a project that had to be finished before the weekend could start. As I was wrapped up my part I noticed Ken still working. 

"Are we still going to make it to the cabin tonight?" I asked. 

"It shouldn't take more than an hour. You go on ahead and we'll meet you up there. The drive up to the lake can be a bit gruesome at night. Try to make it before it gets dark. Kennedy is already up there so it's unlocked."

"Will do." 

Two hours later, already well on my way to the cabin, I received a call from Ken. The project had hit a snag and he wouldn't be able to make it to the cabin that night. 

"But don't worry about it. Relax, have a good time, and Stacy and I will be up there early in the morning." 

I arrived at the cabin a little worn from the work and the drive, but excited to be out of the city, even if the cabin happened to be in a small resort instead of secluded from the world, as I would have wanted mine to be. I turned off my car, grabbed my duffle bag from the back seat, and headed towards the cabin. The porch light was on and I knocked on the door. Ken had said that I could just go on in, but I didn't want to startle his daughter. Teenage girls could be jumpy when they were left alone in a cabin, from what I remembered. 

The door swung open and I was face to face with a young woman that I had never seen before. I knew that Kennedy had been away at college for nearly a year, and that she must have matured from the last time I had seen her, but I hadn't expected to see the beauty that was in front of me. Her hair was long and loose around her, framing her dark skin in silky blackness. She wore a casual top that tied just beneath her breasts, and jeans that hugged the curve of her hips. She looked out at me from dark green eyes and said, "hello," with just a breath of a smile. 

"Uh, hi, Kennedy?" I stammered, "I am Craig, I work with your dad." 

"I know who you are," she laughed, swinging the door the rest of the way open, "I remember you from the picnics. Besides, dad said you were coming." 

Kennedy showed me to my room, which had a cozy cabin feel to it. I left my bag there and she gave me a quick tour of the rest of the cabin. 

"Mom and dad's room, my room, bathroom. Your room doesn't have a bathroom, so you'll use this one. Um, kitchen. Would you like a beer? The drive is a bitch, I know." 

"Um, sure." 

She grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator and we settled into the den to drink them. 

"Are you sure you should be drinking that?" I asked her as she popped the top off of her bottle. 

"Do you mean am I of drinking age?" She asked after taking a long swig while eyeing me, "No, I am not. I'm 19, and I am not about to get drunk. But my family is old fashioned, before the 50's old fashioned. I can have a glass of wine or one beer without any problems. My parents think that if they treat me like an adult it will keep me out of trouble." 

"Oh, yes, of course," I agreed, and held my beer up to her. She clinked it with hers and we both muttered, "Cheers," with shy smiles. It was then that I knew that Kennedy was amazing. My heart melted as our eyes met. 

We talked a bit, about life and nothing, as people who have known each other for a long time do. She was happy at school, feeling challenged and liking it although she had yet to decide on a major. I was happy with life, and told her that I was about to be promoted. She said that she knew, that there was no other reason that I would be there that weekend, and we both laughed. 

"So, this must be disappointing for you then, my father not being here and all." 

"Not at all," I told her, "I am actually really enjoying myself." 

"That's good. I am too." She licked her lips, just a bit and I wanted to laugh and take hold of her right then, but I restrained myself. 

"What do you want to do with the night?" She asked, "My dad's rule for camping, there is no television." 

"Who needs a television?" I asked with mock disgust and we both laughed. Her giggle was like small bells tinkling. "Hey, I know, do you still do yoga?" 

"Still do yoga? How did you know that I do yoga at all?" 

"You used to get bored at the picnics. I couldn't help but notice that you have great form." 

She blushed a bit. I loved that I was the cause of that heat creeping into her cheeks. 

"Yeah, I still do yoga. I am thinking about taking some courses this summer to become an instructor. It should be some great money during college." 

"Those are fun courses. I took a month long instructor course one year. It was great." 

"You? You took an instructor course? But you don't teach yoga." 

"No, there was more money in computers than yoga, believe it or not. But it is still good knowledge to have, even if just for me. Do you want to try some partner yoga out?" 

"Sure," she agreed without hesitation, "I love partner yoga. Let me just go change." 

We went our separate ways. I always brought my yoga pants with me. They are just a slightly loose pair of soft stretchy pants that taper down around my ankles so that they will stay in place during inverted movements. I rarely did yoga with a top on, unless I was at the studio during mixed classes that required it. Even though this was about to be a mixed session I decided that it was personal enough to leave my top off. I emerged from my room to find Kennedy dressed in tight black pants that revealed the shapeliness of her ass, and a small blue sports top, showing off a firm stomach and strong lower back that made me wish my pants had a little more support to them. She looked at me with amusement and turned around to let me adjust myself with dignity. 

"I only brought one yoga cd with me," she informed me, "It is a tantra cd that goes through each shakra. It's pretty good. Do you want to try it out?" 

"Sure." 

She put the cd in and then moved to the center of the dimly lit room, facing me. 

"How do you want to go about this?" she asked as bells began to chime softly in the background. I took that moment to take control of the situation. I moved in close to her, touching her side with my front as I spun her around to face away from me. She smelled divine. I knew I would have no problem remembering to breathe deeply with her there. 

"How about you face this way, and start a pattern, and I will add into it?" 

"Okay." 

A soft droning sound had started emitting from the speakers. It vibrated within me and I felt immediately relaxed. She was right, it was a good cd. She took three deep breaths, just standing in front of me. I caught her rhythm by the third breath. Then she folded her hands together and again took three deep breaths. I stayed two breaths behind her. She tilted back and began. Arms raised, breath, arms stretched out front, breath, folded over to the ground, breath. She repeated the simple routine and I was able to follow her. She began again, and as she collapsed her torso towards the ground for the third time I moved in close behind her. 

I pressed the top of my thighs against the back of hers, taking just a bit of a wider stance than her to make us the same height. I folded over her buttocks, stretching up and over until all of my chest rested against her back, my chin resting over her right shoulder to stretch my neck. On the next inhale I slowly lifted my left shoulder away from her, and her body followed it, pressing up into me as I led us into a torso twist. On the exhale she guided us back down. On the next inhale we repeated on the opposite side, but instead of falling back down she pushed back into me, causing us both to pivot smoothly into a modified warrior's pose. I was impressed. It was obvious that she had played like this before. But more than her vocabulary I was impressed with the way that her body reacted to mine without hesitation or error. 

"We have a very good balance," she commented, just as I was thinking it. 

"Mmm," I murmured, feeling the slight yoga high from our session already, "Do you do acro?" 

"A bit of it." 

"Shall I base you?" 

She nodded and I dropped down onto my back. I folded my kneed up to my chest and she laid across them, letting her shoulders fall into my waiting hands. I gave my legs a little bounce, adjusting her breath just a little quicker and a little stronger, and then straitened my legs so that she was inverted, balanced in my hands and against my strait legs. I flexed my toes against her hip bones and she swung her weight back as I lifted her shoulders forward. She replaced her shoulders with her hands and within seconds she was flying. It was an incredible experience. New partners often have to try several times to get a simple take-off in acro-yoga and we had just achieved one of the more complicated ones as if we had been working together for years. 

We stayed in a simple flight position for a few breaths until I had adjusted to her weight and she had adjusted to my balance. Then I pressed up with my right foot, signaling with a little bounce that I was about to drop her. I dropped my right foot down to the knee and she swung her right foot and hand out, folding her body against my leg so that her hip rested on my knee. I rolled her back and forth on my knee and stretch out with my left foot. Then she surprised me with her strength by swinging up and out on her own so that she was balancing perpendicular to me on my left foot. I spread my legs wider and caught her balance with my right foot so that she could drop down into a stretch between my legs. As she brought her stomach back up I popped my feet to turn her back to facing forward. We did a few more poses and I was highly enjoying myself. Kennedy was the best partner that I had ever 

found. 

Finally my legs began to tire and so we began a dismount. She was facing the ceiling at that point so I tilted her legs up high and dropped her shoulders down into my hand. At that point she hand enough balance to do a shoulder stand without any support from my legs so I folded them down to the ground. She folded herself in half, resting the small of her back lightly on my knees, and then curled up, off of me, dropped onto her knees with her thighs on either side of my head. 

As the dismount completed I felt her relax, all of the tension that we had kept for the flight left us and she rested her head on my stomach. I could smell her sex through her pants, and almost subconsciously my nose reached up, inhaling her deeply and just barely touching her. Her hips responded, also subconsciously, grinding into my nose more firmly for a moment before we both exhaled again and she rolled off to the side. 

"That was amazing," she whispered. 

"I know. You are amazing, Kennedy. Are you done, or do you want to do a bit of partner stretching?" 

"I can stand to be stretched." 

"Lie on your back," I smiled down at her as she melted into the ground. I kneeled between her legs, hooked her left leg over my right, and took her right leg in both hands. I moved my left hand up to her ankle, and the right down to her inner thigh. I slowly applied pressure to the leg. She was very flexible and the leg was almost up to her forehead before I felt any resistance. By that time I was leaning over her, my balls swinging gently against her as I slowly bounced her into the full extent of her stretch. We held it for a few breaths and then I leaned back to switch legs. 

With the second leg I couldn't resist myself. It was not that there was any desire in me, but more that my body was flowing in tune with hers and my hands went where they wanted without thought. I pressed my hand solidly against her mound as I stretched her leg forward. I dropped that leg as well, and helped her to sit up. 

I sat at her side and wrapped her hand around my shoulder. Her fingers felt the slightest bit cold against my warm skin. With one hand I pushed her shoulder blade forward. I slid my far hand up her side, over her breast, taking slight note of her hardened nipple, and pressed back against her other shoulder. She exhaled and dropped her head forward onto my shoulder and melted completely against me. 

"I have never felt this way during yoga before," she whispered as I released her. 

"Shh, I know what you mean." 

I switched sides and pulled her into the same stretch. Again she melted fully into me and I felt connected to her and in control of her in a way that I had never felt with any other woman. The second time as I released her she pulled her head up and her dark green eyes fluttered open, falling on my face. She caressed my face with her eyes, and then she leaned forward and very softly with parted lips she kissed me. 

Our tongues mingled for a moment. Hers was soft and warm, mine was just a little harder. As the kiss ended I bit her lip just enough to pull her back into it and we began again. I didn't want the kiss to end. I traced my hands up her side, over her breast, stopping to actually circle her nipple with my thumb, then continued up to her neck and cupping her head in my hands I pulled her down on top of me as I lay down. 

"I want to be inside you," I murmured into her mouth so that her inner ear caught the words before her outer ear could. She pulled back just enough to look at me but the softness of the moment did not break even as she bit her lip in thought. 

"I don't know. I mean, I've never." And then she leaned down and continued kissing me. Eventually I stopped her to look her in the eyes again. 

"I just want to keep stretching you. From the outside, now from the inside. We were meant to." 

She sat back and pulled her top off. I watched as her breasts, freed from their support, remained at the same height but filled out just a bit softer. Her nipples were hard and brown and I reached out and stroked one softly. Then I brushed her cheek and she kissed the palm of my hand and fell back just enough to wiggle out of her pants. I followed her lead and took my pants off. 

For a moment she just put her hand on my chest, it falling naturally to where my heart was beating for her, and stared at me. 

"Kennedy, have you ever seen a man naked?" I asked. She still said nothing, but shook her head. I took her hand, drawing her eyes back up to mine. "It is nothing to be afraid of. Just get used to it, get to know that part of my body like you already know the rest." 

She nodded, and slowly maneuvered herself closer to my throbbing cock. She touched it gently and it jumped a bit against her and even though she was facing away from me I could feel her smile. Then she lowered her head, and put her tender mouth on my cock, and began to kiss it with the same softness that she had treated my tongue to. I moaned and pushed up against her mouth, but she was simply exploring. She was not ready to take me into her yet. 

As she licked at my cock, teasing me wonderfully, my hand found her ass, and made its way between her legs to the slickness of her pussy. I reached my middle finger up to her clit and she moaned and spread her legs a little to allow me easier access. After a moment of soft rubbing I slowly began to push a finger into her. Her pussy resisted. It was tight against just one finger I couldn't imagine how we would work the full girth of my erect cock into her. But as I continued pressing in and out of her her pussy began to accept me. It did not loosen, but it pulsed with me, drawing my finger into and out of her. At that time she began to suck on my cock with the same slow rhythm that I was fingering her with, and I wanted the moment to last forever. 

I closed my eyes and was floating away on a slow cloud of ecstasy when suddenly she stopped. She pulled her head from my cock and her pussy from my hand and for a moment I was confused about where I was and even who I was. Then she turned to me and looked up at me with those soft eyes and everything was okay again. 

"I'm ready," she whispered. 

She turned to face the same way as me and straddled me. My cock felt her pussy and immediately jumped to find her opening. I wanted to push up against her, into her, but I waited, letting her take control. She bent her mouth down to mine and began to kiss me again. I felt her firm breasts against my chest and sighed deeply, wrapping my arms around her. Slowly, she began to lower herself back against me. 


Kennedy Ch. 02



My father is mad, again. 

"Kennedy, I'm not mad, it just upsets me," he says in a whisper, looking down at Jackie as if the little boy tugging at my hand cannot understand what he is saying if he lowers his voice into a serious tone. Jackie is an intelligent boy though. He can understand much more than a four year old should be able to, including the tension between two adults that he loves. He looks up at us with those sad blue eyes, just like his father's, and I wanted nothing more than to turn around, take him home, and spend the evening watching cartoons with him. 

"You don't have to do this, you know? Your mother and I are here for you, so that you don't have to make the choices other girls in your position would make!" my father continued. 

I sighed. Every favor was like this. They were a loving family, willing to help me, but making sure that they held their assistance over my every decision. 

"Look, if it upsets you that much I can try to reschedule for a night when Cara is free and can watch him." 

"No, no," he said, scooping my son into his arms, "Look, I am taking the little terror, aren't I? It wouldn't help to reschedule, just to cancel, forever." 

I glared at my father and kissed Jackie on his smooth cheek, "I'll be home early," I promised him, "I wont leave you with mean old grandpa for any longer than I have to." 

I ruffled Jackie's hair and turned to leave. The door clicked shut behind me and I sighed so deeply that the tears almost came again. My father had a way of doing that to me. All week I felt like a successful businesswoman, working hard and raising a brilliant son on my own, and then five minutes with my father and I felt as if my entire life was a mistake. I wondered when it had gotten like that. Of course, I didn't have to wonder long. I knew the exact moment that everything had changed. I made one mistake and I went from being daddy's little girl, a prized princess, to being an outcast who could do nothing right. 

He was right to worry, I guess, considering my situation. My chosen profession was unconventional at best, and only going to school half-time meant that my college degree was still a long way off when my parents would have gladly allowed me to continue attending university full-time. My mother thought that being an exotic dancer and a single mother was completely cliché and refused to tell her friends what I did. Of course, she didn't fully understand what I did. I wasn't exactly an exotic dancer, most of the time. Most of the time I ran a fitness studio downtown. I had a few other instructors working underneath me, and my business was doing well. I, personally, taught a few sessions of yoga each week, and our main money-making class, "Pole-dancing for fitness." 

I had one girl's only class that met twice a week, and a co-ed class that also met twice a week. My students varied in age and background, from young women who wanted to work at the local clubs to older wives who wanted to impress their husbands with a few new tricks and a slimmer, toned body. Some men came to leer at cute young ladies in spandex, but they usually only stayed for a single lesson and then realized that they would get a lot more for their money at the strip clubs. The few who returned were actually serious about their bodies and understood the art and commitment needed for pole dancing. My classes were well liked and generally full, and I wanted to keep them that way. 

Every successful business owner knows that there are two key components to keeping customers. The first is a great product, which I had, and the second is targeted, innovative advertising. So, twice a month I went to different nightclubs and strip bars to show off my skills and make sure that I had a steady influx of cliental. I would go up on stage for a three-song set, have the dj make an announcement about my studio, and leave some business cards with the bouncers. Inevitable I would see one or two new faces in my class during the following weeks. Struggling dancers saw how much the crowd loved me and came in for some pointers. Girls who went to the club with their boyfriends realized that a "normal" girl could dance and decided to take lessons themselves. It was a great way to advertise. 

"A great way to advertise," I reminded myself as I finished lacing up my patent leather knee-high boots. I didn't exactly enjoy the nightclubs. They felt a bit sleazy to me. I felt exposed in the thong and short skirt that I wore, and even though I never took my bikini top off, it still felt as if I was exposing too much of myself. I missed my black bootie shorts and full pink sports top that I wore for class. I missed the tightness of my demure bun. My hair falling all around my face felt very unprofessional, even though the crowd seemed to like it better. 

I heard the dj announce me and saw the girl before me collect her tips and leave the stage. I couldn't imagine being her every night. 

"Tough crowd," I commented, nodding towards the few dollars that she held. She just rolled her eyes and walked past me, bumping my shoulder harder than necessary. Not all of the dancers liked me. As I mounted the stairs to the stage I could understand why. 

I stepped into the light and was greeted by a room filled with catcalls and hollering. My reception was much warmer than most of the other girls'. The regulars knew me, and every time I came in they plied me with adoration and tips, trying desperately to get me to flash a breast or give them a private dance. They knew that I never would; it was just a game that we played. 

My music started and I began my routine. I could afford to be much more energetic than the usual dancers. I didn't have to conserve my energy for eight routines four nights a week, and lap dances in between. This was a one-shot deal, and because of that I was able to give it everything that I had. My face beamed, my muscles tensed, and my body slowly lit on fire. 

I teased a little first, dancing to a corner of the stage and then the other, knowing full well what the audience expected, and what I was there for. I walked back to the mirror, held on to the ballet bar, and fell gracefully into a split. I tumbled forward out of them, up onto my front foot, continuing onto my hands, and allowed my ankles to finally fall against the pole in the center of the stage. The crowd cheered and dollars flew and I remembered that I actually did like the attention a little bit, even if I rarely admitted it. 

I continued my ascent onto the pole, prepared to work it solidly for the next two songs. I wondered what men thought when they saw a beautiful woman on a pole. Did they imagine the softness of her entire body wrapping and folding, wiggling and squirming, around their erect penis? Or were they admiring her athleticism and endurance and thinking of all the ways that they could bend and flip her in bed? I had never asked. Perhaps one day I would. 

My feet touched the ceiling and my head hung down and I let myself descend back towards the floor. My hands reached out to stop my descent and my legs opened into another split, the crack of my ass opening behind the pole. It was there, stalled in that awkward position, that I first felt it. 

Someone was staring at me. 

It was an absurd thing to feel when there was an entire room staring at me, but I felt it nonetheless. Someone was staring at me, quite differently than they usually did. Someone was staring at me and seeing not a beautiful dancer, but me. I felt myself blushing. I hadn't done that on stage in over a year. I curled my knee around the pole, lifted myself up to a standing position, and tried to see who it was. They had turned the stage lights on bright, a common request of mine, and I could not see very easily into the audience. My face fell for just a second, and my body slid to a brief pause. I squinted out into the darkness but could only make out shapes of bodies, not faces. 

I continued dancing, knowing that there was someone who knew me very well in the audience. I could feel their eyes on me, appreciating every spin and caressing every curve of mine. I couldn't help but play to their eyes, just a bit. My dance turned slower and sultrier. I usually showcased my athleticism and tricks, not the sexiness of my young, hard body. This dance was different though. I slipped down from the pole, onto the floor, and found myself briefly opening my legs to whoever was watching me. My nipples grew hard until they were standing at attention beneath the thin fabric that held them. My pussy grew damp and began to throb. I eased its ache by allowing it to brush, unnecessarily, against the pole as I mounted it. I ground against the pole, floating up and down it, basking in this strange sense of exhibitionism, and then, just as suddenly as it had started, the sensation was gone. 

My eyes snapped open, wide and aware once again, and energy sprang back into my dance. I gave a few final flourishing moves as my song ended and the crowd erupted with whistles. I didn't bother to pick up any of their money as I left the stage. It was my habit to leave it for whatever poor dancer had to follow me and actually work that evening. 

I changed quickly in the dressing room, wiped the caked make-up from my face, and put my hair up into a familiar ponytail. On the way out of the club I stopped at the bar to talk with the manager. 

"That was fantastic Kennedy," he said, giving me a brief hug, "I think we still might make a dancer out of you yet." 

"In your dreams, Michael," I said, kissing him briefly on the cheek. 

"Oh come on, give in. That was way sexier than usual and you enjoyed it. I could tell." 

"Then I'll see you again next month?" 

"Unless I can convince you to come out with me before then," he teased. Michael was a lovely manager, not nearly as sleazy as most of the club managers. He was younger and very fit. He always wore a sharp suit and his eyes actually sparkled when he saw me. Part of me always wanted to give in to his requests for a date, but I knew I never could. 

"You know all the girls say that you're a dog, right?" I teased back. He knew it wasn't true. He treated his girls with respect and so kept some of the best dancers in town. 

"It's a shame, my reputation precedes me," he sighed with mock disappointment, "Alas. Maybe you can make this guy's night." He handed me a napkin with a phone number on it. 

I laughed, "Who is this?" 

Michael shrugged, "Just some guy. He came in and saw you and couldn't take his eyes off of you. He asked me if you did private dances and when I said you didn't he just gave me this and left, no explanation. It was like he forgot how to talk. I think you might have melted the poor guy's brain." 

I frowned a bit. My heart jumped. I took the napkin, pretending not to care, but as I touched the soft paper my skin sparked and I knew that the number must belong to the man who had been watching me. 

I said my goodbyes to Michael and the bartender. I took my cd back from the dj. I didn't look at the napkin until I got into my car. I locked my door, put my keys in the ignition, and unfolded the crumpled thing. There were ten digits. I didn't recognize the area code. There was no name. But somehow I knew that I knew the man who had written this message, which said so much more than just, "Call me." The strokes of the pen were as familiar as the breath of a lover. My eyes moistened with tears and I quickly pushed the napkin away, telling myself not to hope with silliness. 

I went to my parent's house, picked up a tired Jackie from his irritated grandparents, and went home. I had to carry Jackie up the steps to the door and he rubbed his sleepy eyes. 

"Aw, honey," I crooned, "Why didn't you just go to sleep at grandma and grandpa's?" 

"Because I want you to put me to sleep, every night momma," he said, and my heart melted. 

The next day I woke up early, fed my son, and dropped him off at daycare. I went in early to the studio and began warming up for classes. I tried not to think about the napkin still stuffed in my purse. However, just before lunch the receptionist called me out from my office. She kept her voice lowered because one of the other instructors was leading a class and had not yet started their music. 

"Kennedy," she told me, " These came for you." 

She nodded towards a vase of red roses. In the middle of the arrangement was a white card. I crinkled my eyebrows at the girl and she just shrugged. I took the card from its stand and opened it. It simply said my name. I exhaled, realizing that I had been holding my breath. 

"Cara, is the studio free this afternoon?" I asked, not commenting on the roses. 

She checked the books, "Yeah. Chris has a class at 6:00, but this is the last class until then." 

"Great. I need some alone time. Why don't you take the afternoon off after this class finishes?" 

Cara shrugged again. She had a habit of being noncommittal that way. "Nice flowers, Kennedy." 

"Thanks." I scooped them up and took them back into the office, shutting my door behind me. It was rare for me to do that, but I needed time to think, time to breathe, and a little bit of privacy. 

I took the napkin out of my purse and held it once again. I opened it. I closed it. I had already memorized the number. I picked up my phone, and I dialed. 

"Hello," a deep, familiar voice answered on the first ring, "Kennedy?" 

"Yes," I faltered, and then cleared my throat and tried to sound strong, "Who is this?" 

"I know that you don't have to ask, just like I didn't have to look twice to know it was you last night. I couldn't believe it, but I knew it, and you know it now." 

I swallowed. I knew, but I didn't want to admit it, not yet. I had known the night before, as soon as I felt his eyes on me. 

"Can I see you?" that deep, rumbling voice asked. I could deny him nothing. I wanted to say no, but I wanted to say yes more. 

"Come by my studio, this afternoon, if you are free." 

"For you I would make myself free anytime," he said. But I didn't believe it. He hadn't made himself free for too long for me to believe such a thing. I let the receiver slip slowly from my ear and back onto the hook. I missed and in the distance I could hear a dull beeping but the sound did not bother me. 

After a while I left the office. I tried to keep myself distracted. I went into the studio, put on a cd, and began to dance. My mind floated away and I found myself back in my body. It felt good and I stretched against the brass. I was hanging upside down, my eyes closed, when I heard the door to the studio open. I opened my eyes and saw him for the first time in nearly five years. He had the same bright blue eyes that I remembered, that I was reminded of in his son every day. 

He made his way slowly across the room and stood at the bottom of the pole that I was on, staring up at me with a drawn, confused face. I let my ankles loose and slipped down the pole, my hands caught his shoulders and his hands reached effortlessly to hold my waist and lower me to the ground without incident. 

"Kennedy." 

"Craig." 

I didn't know anything else to say. Apparently he didn't either, because he said nothing. Then, a moment later, he was kissing me. His lips were soft but fierce on mine, hungry, trying to devour the past five years. I melted against his pressure, seeking out his tongue with my own. 

He pushed me back against the pole, raised my hands above my head and pinned them there with one of his hands. With the other he caressed my hips, the curve of my stomach, up to my sports bra. He unzipped the tight fabric and released my breasts, kneading them softly with his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss me harder and his palm fell against my nipple and I moaned at the warmth. 

Craig scooped me up into his arms and laid me on the spring floor of my studio, kissing me the entire time. I moaned again as his lips finally left mine, nipping at my neck, down my throat, to my nipple. He sucked my hard nipple in and swirled it against his tongue, flicking it sharply before leaving it to the cool air and continuing his way down. He kissed my belly; his lips brushed my belly button, making my body shiver. With one motion he removed my black shorts and the underwear beneath, and my legs fell open for him. 

He stared up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, asking permission, asking forgiveness, asking many more things. I reached my hand down, between my open legs, brushed his soft hair, his rough cheek, and tender lips. They kissed my fingertips before I removed them, started once again at the back of his head, and slowly pressed his mouth down against me, giving him permission, forgiveness, and anything else that he could want. 

His soft tongue lapped slowly at my wet pussy. It played around my lips, darting in and out of me, working its way slowly up to my waiting clit. I ached for him to reach my pleasure zone but he teased around it, making certain that I was completely ready for him. When my hips began twitching, trying to force his mouth to my clit, he surrendered and sucked it gently into the warmth of his lips. He sunk a finger into my pussy and I sunk against it, letting it fill me fully as his tongue danced slow circles over my clit. 

Eventually he picked up speed with his tongue, and inserted another finger. Matching their steady rhythm with my breath, which was becoming more and more shallow. His tongue eventually had to stop circling and was flicking back and forth with heavy strokes over my clit, his spit mingling with the dripping juices of my pussy, making the whole adventure slick and satisfying. I could take no more pleasure and exploded into a sparkling moment of fizz. My body tensed, pressing hard against his mouth, and then fell to the floor without grace. 

I could feel his content smile as he softly, tenderly kissed my sex and then my belly, and then between breasts, making his way back up to my mouth. 

"Mmmm, Kennedy," he whispered, "I missed you. Did you miss me?" 

"Every day," I admitted. 

"Then come back to Detroit with me," he suggested as he lazily played with my hair, letting his fingertips trace along my skin.

"I can't," I sighed, "I have obligations here." 

"Obligations?" he asked, not understanding, "Like your studio? You can start one there. You will be just as successful wherever you go." 

"No," I admitted softly, "Obligations like my son." 

"Your son?" Craig stiffened and backed away from me. "Your son. And obligations like your husband?" 

His voice changed. It was no longer that smooth caress. It was hurt and so bit back with mocking anger. 

"No," I reassured him, "No husband." 

"Oh," he relaxed just a bit, "Your boyfriend then?" 

"No, no boyfriend." 

I expected him to fall against me again. I wanted to continue our melting. I couldn't understand why he didn't. Then I realized that it was because he was looking around the room, at all of the poles in the studio, and remembering my body on the stage the night before. Surely he was thinking of all the men that I had danced in front of, and all the men that I must have fucked. I had no choice but to be honest with him. I pressed against his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. I threw my leg up over him, straddling him, and felt his semi-hard cock between my legs. 

I stared into his hard eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed his chest. Although his face was cool his heart was pounding and I knew that I still had a chance. 

"Craig, there is no husband, and there is no boyfriend for one very simple reason. A long time ago I made love to the man who was meant to be my soul mate. He left me spoiled. I tried to find another man who could satisfy me, but with a single kiss I always knew that they never would. So I never bothered to even try having sex with them. There aren't many men who will stick around for very long if a woman who has a kid wont put out." 




Kennedy Ch. 02



He arched his eyebrows at me, confused. 

"You mean to say that you only ever had sex that once, with me?" he asked, "But then, how do you have a kid?" 

"Craig, I had our son, from that night." 

The hurt and anger melted from his face. His eyes grew soft. He grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him. 

"Kennedy! Why didn't you find me? Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Craig, you were giving me the chance to live my life without you messing it up, the least I could do for you was the same," I told him. 

He stared at me in disbelief, and then with a strong sweep of motion lifted me off of him, onto my back and pinned me with the intensity of his kiss. My hands groped at his back, biting in deeply with my nails, tearing bits of skin. His hand made its way down my body, over my hipbone, towards my pussy. At the last moment it changed direction and lifted up towards his belt. I heard it jingle open, the cool metal falling against my hot pussy as he fumbled with the button of his pants. In another second he had his pants and boxers down around his knees, his hot and hard cock exposed to my waiting pussy. 

One would think that I had learned my lesson, but my hips strained up against this man without my permission. I ground against his cock, wetting it with my juices, searching for the soft tip with my opening. Finally I found it and arched my back to allow him entrance, wiggling against him to let him know that I wanted him. He wasted no time teasing. 

He buried his hard cock in my soft flesh, sinking down to his cool balls and kissing me so that I could not exhale against the sensation. He then began thrusting in and out of me, covering my face with tender kisses that contrasted the sharp movements of his pelvis. I met each of his thrusts with excitement, my body begging him for more. For nearly five years I had not been able to forget this feeling. I had searched for it, desired it, and craved it until it drove my nights dark and lonely. Now I finally felt it once again. 

He continued, and I continued, until I felt myself vibrating the way I hadn't since he had fucked me once before. No self-induced orgasm had felt this complete, and this intense. I slowly came apart, allowing him into my innermost protected space, and we continued, until we were nothing more than energy vibrating against one another. 

An hour later, or perhaps only ten minutes, I have no idea of the time, we lay, exhausted in one another's arms. His belly was sticky against mine and when he rolled off of me 

there was a thin slime between us. 

"Ugh, can you get a towel?" I groaned. 

"Sure, my love," he said, kissing my forehead, "I didn't think we were ready for another baby." 

He got up and found a towel on the side of the room. He brought it back and wiped his seed from my belly, looking down into my eyes with a tender smile. 

"You do know I wont let you go this time?" he whispered. 

"You wont?" I couldn't help smiling back up at him. 

"No. I mean, I have already ruined your life, I might as well try to make it amazing now." 

"Or something like that," I agreed as he snuggled up against me.



Kennedy



The entrance was excruciatingly slow. She pressed her opening against my tip, allowed just the first half of my head in, and the moved her hips away. She repeated this several times before she finally pushed back against me and popped the entirety of my head into her warm tightness. Then she just held me there for a moment and I could feel her breath. Finally she began to move, a centimeter up, two centimeters down, she slowly crept down my shaft with a wiggle until all of my was in her. She looked at me as we sat at the peak of our connected, and her eyes welled with tears. I kissed them away from her cheeks and slowly began to pump up against her. She moaned and leaned against me and I flipped her over onto her back. I watched her face scrunch up in amazement as she experienced a new world of sensations and I continued to pump slowly in and out of her. 

I did nothing to increase the moment. I let it build on its own. My pace and pressure stayed the same, slow and steady. The only thing that changed was her awareness of me. Slowly she melted into it and her moans grew louder, becoming groans, and then finally grunts. 

"Go ahead baby, it's okay," I encouraged her. With that little bit of permission she finally let go and exploded into bits of vibrating energy that fell all around us. I knew that I should have backed off and let her savor the moment of her orgasm but the purity and intensity of it drove me crazy and I in turn drove into her. 

After that first orgasm of the evening things became a blur. I pounded into her with force and fervor and she met me with equal enthusiasm. We became animalistic and all pretense of thought or awareness was gone. I stretched her and pushed her into awkward positions that she managed to melt into just so that I could squeeze every possible orgasm out of her. Our sweat mingled, our spit mingled, and our souls mingled as I rocked in and out of her entire being. 

When it was finally time for me to orgasm there was no question of whether I would come inside her. I pushed deep into her, groaned with a great force, and released myself to her. Then we collapsed with a sigh and half a giggle and a gentle kiss on the lips but no tension to hold our bodies together besides gravity. 

I whispered the only thing that I could, "I love you." 

"Mmm, me too," she murmured, and we both fell asleep. 

A few hours later I woke up to her nudging me. 

"I'm cold," she whispered. We had fallen asleep on the living room floor without so much as a blanket. The warmth that our sex had created had been enough at the time. 

"We should probably go to bed," I whispered, half asleep still. 

"No, don't leave me, come to my bed," she insisted, and not thinking strait I agreed. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to her bedroom. I tucked her under the covers and then crawled in beside her. 

Half asleep and exhausted I kissed her, lightly down her neck, to her breasts, and sucked with comfort on her nipple. She moaned and I moved a hand down to her pussy. I rubbed slowly, at the same speed that I sucked, and she moaned, still half asleep herself. She came one last time with a shudder and a sigh, and we both fell back asleep. 

In the morning we woke to a low roar. 

"What the fuck do you think you are doing with my daughter?" 

My eyes clicked open. My arm felt the soft, young body against it and I cringed at what I knew must be happening. She was just beginning to stir. 

"Get the fuck out!" he screamed. 

"Look, I can," I began, then realized I really couldn't explain. He must have walked in the front door, saw our clothes scattered on the floor, come to his innocent daughter's room and saw her naked and with the exhausted afterglow of an all-night sex session with a man twice her age. Nothing could explain that away. 

I scampered out of her bed underneath his roars, collected my things as he screamed, and left the house while watching his face turn purple. 

On Monday he came in. He looked at me coldly and told me to sit down. 

"You are getting a promotion, Craig. You will be heading up the office in Detroit. You will get the fuck out of this town by this afternoon and you will never come back. Do I make myself clear?" 

He did. I did. I feel like shit for it, but really, what could I have offered a young angel like Kennedy?



Kennedy's Girl



Ch. 01

Kennedy stepped out of her car onto the gravel parking lot and into the hot and humid August air. Shielding her eyes from the sun she gazed towards the rugby pitch at her teammates getting ready for todays practice. It was the first practice of the season and she could not wait to step onto the field again with her girls. As she strolled across the freshly cut grass she smiled at the familiar faces of her team who she hadn't seen since May. As she dropped her bag and sat next to Jordan, her roommate from freshman year and her closest friend, she felt a wave of excitement for the upcoming season.

"Hey beautiful, how was your summer?" Kennedy asked as she started putting on her boots.

"Oh you know, same old story from last summer. Work and summer classes, I really just need to graduate on time." Jordan sighed as she leaned back looking up towards the parking lot.

"I hear ya, two days into classes and I can already tell it's going to be a busy year." She followed Jordan's eyes and saw a group of girls heading towards them. "Ah here comes the fresh meat." Kennedy nodded towards the group of rookies slowly approaching.

"They look a little scared." Laughed Jordan. "I hope they're ready for what they're stepping into. Any fun hazing planned for this seasons rookies?" When Jordan didn't get a response she looked over at her friend seeing she obviously stopped listening. She was just staring at the group of girls. "Hey, earth to Kennedy, did you hear me?"

As Kennedy watched the girls approach she felt her heart give two hard pounds as her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes locked on the girl towards the back of the group, she had her headphones in staring down at her phone slightly nodding her head to her music. She looked a little taller than Kennedy, probably around 5'7" or 8". Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail with a few loose strands falling in front of her face. She was thin but not to skinny, just the right amount of fit to let you know she takes care of her herself. As Kennedy's eyes slowly made their way down the girl's body her heart continued to pound. The fabric of her tank top clung in all the right places and her athletic shorts stopping just above mid thigh. Her long legs stretched out from her body, muscular and tanned. Kennedy thought she was absolutely stunning. 

"Dude you're zoning hard, what are you looking at?" Jordan said and she waved her hand in front of Kennedy's face snapping her out of her trace.

"Wow, do you see the chick with the headphones? Damn."

Jordan looked up at the group and then back at her friend with suspicious eyes. "Oh no, no you don't, not this shit again. Let's not forget about last season when you decided it was a great idea to start fucking a teammate. Remember how that one ended?"

Kennedy smirked as she thought back to her teammate Hannah. Last season they had a very short but hot fling. Kennedy was just having fun but Hannah was looking for something more. When it didn't end her way Hannah made it a living hell for the rest of the team. Starting drama, sabotaging practices, and not showing up to games until she was finally kicked off the team. Kennedy just winked at her friend and stood up to meet the new girls.

Ch. 02

"Hey guys, if you're here for rugby then you're in the right place. I'm Kennedy this is Jordan and we're your captains. Over there is coach, if you have any questions just ask him or one of us. What's your names and what year are you all?" Kennedy glanced at all the girls but lingered a little longer on the girl with the headphones. Once again she felt her breath catch as the girl looked up and Kennedy met her gaze for the first time. Her eyes were half hidden behind a thick row of dark lashes as she squinted into the sun. They were a dark brown honey that when the sun hit just right, gold flecks could be seen reflecting out. She had never seen eyes like those and she felt a little weak as she looked directly into them.

Again Kennedy was snapped back into reality as one of the new girls spoke up.

"Hi! Nice to meet you guys I'm Erin and I'm a sophomore. This is Madison my roommate, I dragged her with me and made her sign up with me, I was a little nervous to try out alone." Erin laughed.

Seeing that Kennedy still had this dazed look on her face Jordan rolled her eyes and recovered for them, "Don't be nervous, I promise once you step on that field you'll be hooked for life!" Jordan moved along introducing the group to the rest of the team. "How about you, what's your name?" Jordan asked the girl with the headphones. When the girl didn't respond she asked a little louder, "Hey, you with the headphones!" Upon hearing that Kennedy's attention instantly snapped towards Jordan's direction yearning to know this beautiful girl's name. 

Drew looked up when she noticed one of the players talking to her and took out her headphones. "Hey sorry what did you say?"

"I was just asking what's your name."

"I'm Drew."

"Hey Drew I'm Jordan and this is Kennedy."

Drew looked over at the girl Jordan was introducing. When Drew made eye contact she felt her pulse quicken, the way this girl looked at her made her shift her weight uncomfortably, or was it nervously? She looked Kennedy over quickly trying hard to not be obvious. Kennedy was about 5'5" and fit. Through her tee and shorts Drew could tell she had a lean fit body. She had blonde hair that was shaved close on the sides and done up in a faux hawk. Her piercing blues eyes stared into Drew's intensely causing Drew to quickly drop her gaze, which landed her staring right at her lips. They were so full and the perfect shade of pink, they looked so soft... Drew a little puzzled at her own thinking quickly said hello and sat down to get her cleats on.

Kennedy noticed Drew look her over quickly and smiled to herself. She knew she looked good and she hoped Drew thought the same. 

Kennedy knew she was a lesbian since 4th grade when she first heard what a lesbian was. This didn't make her middle school and high school years the best experience. She was into every kind of sport since she could remember. She hated dressing girly, which was always a battle with her mother. When middle school came around the other girls noticed that she was a little different, especially in the way she dressed, and slowly they all kind of avoided her. Which was fine by Kennedy, all her friends were boys anyway and they just thought of her as one of the guys. High school was when she officially came out which didn't improve her social experiences. The girls went from avoiding her to making her the butt of their jokes and homophobic slurs. So she just focused hard on her sports and grades, which landed her where she was now on a rugby and academic scholarship. Once in college she really started to thrive, being on such a diverse campus, being a lesbian was no big deal. She found herself making friends quickly with guys on her floor as well as girls and rugby being such a big sport at her school helped a lot.

"Hello to you too." Kennedy smiled at Drew and went to stand next to her other teammates who arrived. She kept finding herself looking back at Drew watching the cute brunette. She kept smiling at herself as she watched her pull her boots on, she found it cute that she had to keep pushing her hair back out of her face as the wind kept blowing it back. She noticed when the sun caught her hair just right you could see natural red streaks shining through, which made for a beautiful effect. There was something about this girl that was instantly pulling her in that she couldn't explain.

As she continued to watch, Kennedy's eyes slowly drifted to other part of Drew. Her mouth was crooked with concentration as she laced up her cleats, Kennedy's mind turned into more sensual thoughts as she wondered what Drew's lips would feel like on hers. She wanted to run her tongue over her lips and slowly melt into her mouth. She could see herself nibbling Drew's bottom lip and kissing her until she finally is granted access and slides her tongue inside her mouth kissing her a little harder. Kennedy could feel she was starting to really get turned on as her thoughts continued to grow. Knowing that wouldn't be good for practice she stood up to get the girls ready for warm up.

"Okay everyone let's take a few laps and get a good stretch in." Kennedy said over her shoulder as she started to jog past the girls. She made sure though to end up behind Drew as they ran their laps, getting the perfect view of her butt as she jogged around the field. Kennedy couldn't tell if the sweat dripping down her face was from the hot sun or the fact that she was getting so turned on. She knew she wanted that girl but also she knew she had to play it right. The team needed all the new girls they could get and she didn't want to scare anyone off, plus she was pretty sure Drew didn't play for "the same team". Kennedy knew she would have to start testing the waters in the up coming weeks.

Ch. 03

Over the next two weeks Kennedy went out of her way at practices to be next to or have contact with Drew. Since rugby is a full contact sport she wouldn't have trouble finding those opportunities. Every day at practice Kennedy made sure to wait to put her rugby shorts on and practice shirt on until after Drew arrived. Making sure to stand right in the girl's line of view, trying to draw her eyes. Since it was only the first few weeks of practices the team wouldn't start tackling drills until the rookies learned the rules, which did cut down on the physical contact Kennedy was looking forward to. She made sure however, to pair herself off whenever she could with Drew to try and get to know everything she could about this girl she couldn't get off her mind.

"Alright ladies, fitness time!" Kennedy yelled out towards the other girls who all moaned in protest.

"It's like 500 degrees out, can't we just skip todays running? Plus, we ran our asses off already today"

Even though it was super hot and Kennedy was ready to get out of the heat she didn't want to miss another opportunity to pair off with Drew.

"No mam, I'm making sure we're the fittest team this year! So, everyone pair off with another girl about your same speed for this relay coach set up. Hey Drew, you'll be with me." She saw Drew look around with a little bit of apprehension before walking over to Kennedy.

--Drew had been noticing that Kennedy picked her for everything when the team had to pair up. When she called her over to be her partner for the relay she felt this wave of nervousness that she couldn't quite place. Her heart would start to pound and she found it a little harder to breath. She kept brushing it off thinking to herself it was because this girl was the captain and she didn't want to mess up. But, as she walked towards Kennedy she started to feel a little light headed, maybe it was from the heat? Right before she was next to her, Kennedy flashed Drew the biggest smile. Drew's head swam as her heart beat even faster and her vision grew hazy.

Next thing that Drew saw was Kennedy's face inches from hers as she lay on her back on the field. She saw her mouth moving but heard no words being spoken. Drew just tried to focus, watching Kennedy's mouth as she spoke. She noticed that her mouth slanted a little to the right as she talked and beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip. Drew had the sudden urge to reach up and pull those lips to hers, feel their softness as they brushed across each other, and taste the salty liquid on her lip. 

She was startled at her own thoughts as she realized what she was thinking. For the past two weeks Drew could not stop thinking about the short haired rugby captain. She looked forward to practice everyday because she would get to see her. She always thought it was because Kennedy was so nice and funny and wanted to be her friend. But, as she thought for a second she realized it might be more than that. Everyday before practice she would eye Kennedy as she slipped on her shorts and tee, her butt and legs looked so good in her rugby shorts and her toned stomach rippled as she slipped her tee over her head. Was this more than just admiring a pretty girl? Once again, taken aback by where her thoughts were, Drew quickly told herself, "I'm not gay, Kennedy is just really awesome and I admire her. Why can't another girl look at another girl without it being gay?" Even as she thought it, it sounded a little weak. 

She suddenly became aware of Kennedy again inches from her lips, this time she looked at her eyes which were full of concern. She reached down and brushed a strand of hair away from Drew's face. The contact instantly made Drew shiver despite the intense heat of the summer air.

--Kennedy had no clue what happened, Drew was walking towards her to start the drill and next thing she stumbles and faints on the field. She rushed over to Drew and yelled at another girl to get some water. She knelt next to her and lightly shook her shoulders.

"Drew! Drew! Open your eyes, can you hear me?" She saw her eyes lazily flutter open, trying to focus. "Come on open your eyes, you're okay." As Drew's eyes seemed to focus a bit more, she looked up towards Kennedy. A slight crooked smile played gently across Drew's lips that only Kennedy saw and Drew herself didn't realize. 

As she continued to coax Drew to keep her eyes open she could see the girl watching her lips with an intense curiosity flashing in her eyes. She took this opportunity to move her face right next to hers, looking in hers to see if she was okay and to just get closer. 

"Come on Drew, can you hear me? Can you try and sit up?" 

"Hey dude, here's some water, is she okay?"

"I think she's just dehydrated and overheated." Kennedy explained as she grabbed the water bottle. As she looked back down she felt her heart swell with compassion and concern. She reached down and softly brushed a few strands of hair off Drew's forehead. When her fingertips brushed across her face, electricity felt like it shot up her arm and through her body. She jerked her hand back as her heart pounded. She saw Drew shiver under her touch, which made Kennedy give a slight giggle.

"Drew... You're okay sit up and drink some water."

Drew slowly blinked her eyes a few more times and started to sit up. Kennedy reached down and helped her into a sitting position, the direct contact made both of their stomachs flutter. 

"Are ya good?" Kennedy asked again.

"I think so, I'm not sure what happened. I'm so embarrassed!"

"No don't be, it's really hot out and I think you just got a little over heated."

Drew paused for a second as she thought back to what made her faint. "...Yeah." was all she could manage.

"Come on, I'll help you up." Kennedy reached down and offered her a hand. Drew took it and she pulled her up with ease but a little to quickly causing Drew to be off balanced. As she stumbled slightly she fell right into Kennedy who wrapped her waist trying to steady her. Kennedy felt Drew's chest brush up against hers causing her nipples to instantly stiffen. Drew tilted her face up with an apologetic look in her eyes but didn't say a word. They just looked at one another for a second enjoying the feeling of their bodies so close together.

Their trance was quickly broken when Jordan shouted, "Jeeze guys get a room!"

Drew's cheeks flashed bright red and she quickly pushed out of the embrace, put her head down, and started walking to her gear to change her shoes and leave.

Kennedy looked towards Jordan angrily and flipped her off mouthing the words, "Fuck You!" She quickly turned to catch up with Drew.

"Hey don't listen to her she's being stupid." Still embarrassed Drew didn't answer and kept her head down.

"You walk to practice don't you? Let me give you a lift and make sure you make it home safely. Don't want you fainting again in the road." Kennedy nudged Drew with her elbow with a joking laugh.

"I'm not gay!" Drew quickly snapped, instantly regretting blurting that out when she saw the surprised and slightly hurt look in Kennedy's eyes. But she wasn't sure how to recover from that.

Kennedy who was surprised by the outburst tried to make the best of it by saying, "I'm not gay either!" 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry... I just... I thought... Oh my god..." Drew was at a loss for words trying to apologize when she saw a huge grin flash across Kennedy's face.

"I'm totally kidding, I'm a huge lezzie. I was just trying to crack a joke and make you smile." She laughed light heartedly. 

Drew tried to look pissed but quickly smiled and let a small giggle escape across her lips.

"Come on though, the look on your face haha! For real though just let me give you a ride, it's my duty as captain to make sure my players are all okay."

Drew hesitated for a second before nodding her head accepting the ride.

Ch. 04

As Kennedy started her car Drew slid into the front seat throwing on her seat belt. As Kennedy pulled out of the parking lot she couldn't help but notice Drew's legs as her already short shorts slid higher up them as she sat down. Her legs glowed in the sunlight that was coming in from the window. She smirked when she saw the little patches of dirt on her knees from practice.

Drew could see Kennedy looking at her in her peripherals and tried hard to keep her eyes forward. She shifted nervously in her seat under Kennedy's gaze, still wanting to apologize for her comment earlier. When Drew saw Kennedy smile out of the corner of her eye she looked up catching Kennedy staring at her legs.

"What's so funny?" She asked feeling a little self-conscious.

Being caught Kennedy's cheeks flashed red and she snapped her head forward. "Nothing... I... I was just thinking about the joke I told you earlier." Usually in a situation like this, she would have winked and made a pass but this girl made her head feel fluttery and she lost her thoughts for a second.

Drew smirked knowing she caught her red handed and enjoyed watching her to be the one to squirm uncomfortably this time. They rode in silence for a bit until Drew finally spoke up, "Hey I just want to say I'm really sorry about earlier, about what I said. I just got really embarrassed and I didn't mean to upset you if I did. I just really like you and I think you're really cool and I want to be your friend. You're so sweet and beautiful and..." She was talking a mile a minute when Kennedy interrupted her.

"Oh so you think I'm beautiful?" Kennedy played off of this seeing this as a chance to test the waters. "Well thanks cutie." She chirped as she flashed one of her heart breaking smiles that Drew had come to cherish. "When you walked on the field for the first day of practice I thought you were the cutest girl I've had ever seen. And those legs, caught my eye from across the parking lot." She stopped there to gauge a response from Drew.

Drew sat there for a second taking in the compliment, blushing hard, she made eye contact and didn't breathe for a second. Before her mind could stop her mouth she quietly said, "I... I thought you were incredible when I walked up and was introduced to you." She quickly looked down. She had never felt this way towards another women let alone another man. Everyday since she met Kennedy she had to keep telling herself she wasn't gay and making up excuses to why she had this unfamiliar attraction to this girl. She still was confused and not sure what to think about it.

Kennedy's heart was pounding ten times faster than normal as she let Drew's words softly land in her ears as she pulled to a stop in front of Drew's apartment and put the car in park. They both sat there for a second not sure on what to say. Finally Kennedy broke the silence, "Well here ya go." She said a little awkwardly. "Hey so remember tomorrow night there's a rugby party at my house and all the rookies are required to go, so I'll see you there."




Kennedy's Girl



Drew reached for the handle as she thanked Kennedy for the ride.

"Wait!" Kennedy blurted out before she knew what she was saying just knowing she didn't want Drew to leave yet.

Drew dropped her hand and turned towards Kennedy, "What?" She asked all of a sudden feeling extremely nervous.

Kennedy finally not being able to stop herself, put her hand on Drew's shoulder pulling her slightly in and leaning towards her beautiful teammate. She didn't wait to see if Drew was going to pull back she just softly pressed her lips to Drew's for the first time. Kennedy saw fireworks going off in her eyes as she tasted her sweet full lips. Drew froze for a second not sure what to do because it all happened so quickly. But as she felt Kennedy's tongue flutter across her bottom lip she let out an involuntary sigh. Kennedy hearing the sigh continued forward in her exploration of Drew's mouth.

Still having her hand on Drew's shoulder she brought her other hand up to the back of Drew's neck slipping her fingers into the girls messy ponytail. She pulled her face into hers a little harder kissing her bottom lip with slow but fiery kisses. She played her tongue over Drew's lips until she felt them open giving her the access she'd been wanting. Kennedy softly poked her tongue into Drew's open lips hearing her let out a quick moan as their tongues touched. Finally Drew started kissing her back as she put her hand up grabbing hold of Kennedy's wrist. 

As their tongues played over each other Kennedy opened her eyes to see Drew's tightly shut. She closed her eyes again and pulled Drew's body to hers. Once again her nipples became quickly erect and she felt Drew's breast push up against her own. She could feel Drew's nipples stiffen as she broke the kiss for a second to suck Drew's bottom lip into her mouth softly biting it.

"Uhhh." Drew moaned into Kennedy's mouth sending an electric shot straight to her pussy. Kennedy could feel her pussy throbbing as she became more and more wet. She wanted to taste every last inch of Drew's body from head to toe and everything in between. 

She slowly dropped her hand down from Drew's shoulder to just above her left breast. She stopped for a second reveling in all her fantasies that were about to come true. She softly brushed her fingertips across Drew's nipples and she moaned into her. She softly grabbed her breast in her hand pressing her palm on it and gently kneading it. 

Drew was lost in Kennedy's lips, in a trance as she slipped her tongue over Kennedy's again and again. When she felt a hand on her breast she was broken from her daze and she suddenly pulled back. She leaned against the door ripping herself out the their embrace panicking. 

"Fuck... I... I'm sorry I can't. I'm sorry I don't know... I'm straight... Oh my god." She stuttered out as she grabbed the car handle and threw it open. She grabbed her gear and ran into her apartment.

Kennedy, in shock, didn't even have time to react as the girl of her dreams ran from her car. She just sat there with her hand still hanging in the air where it had moment ago been on Drew's chest. After a few moments she started her car and pulled away to her own apartment.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Kennedy shouted out loud as she hit the steering wheel with her hand a few times. "That was so fucking stupid, why did I do that! Fuck!" She angrily said to herself. Kennedy was sure she just messed everything up. Drew was going quit the team and Kennedy would never see her again.

When she got to her apartment she stormed through the door ignoring the hellos from her roommates and went straight to the bathroom to hop in the shower.

As she started the shower and began to undress she tried to relax a bit. She was so angry at herself but she couldn't stop thinking about how incredible that whole thing was. She knew that Drew had enjoyed it from her initial reaction, but she ended up freaked and bailed. Kennedy has had her fair share of beautiful women under her belt but she had never felt something like she had just experienced with Drew. 

As she pulled her tee and bra over her head she let her hands brush against her nipples. They were still hard from her make out session and she let out a long moan as she massages her breasts. "Mmmm fuck." She was incredibly horny and could tell she was wet when she looked down to see the dark patch between her thighs on her gray briefs. As she stepped out of her underwear she was surprised how wet she actually was. As she pulled them down a line of cum was attached to her briefs leading up to her throbbing pussy. She reached down allowing the cum to catch on her finger, she put her finger to her lips softly sucking it into her mouth tasting her own sweet cum on her tongue.

She stepped in the shower with her finger still in her mouth feeling the steamy hot water run over her bare skin. It felt so good feeling the water hitting her breasts heightening her arousal. As she continued running her hand over her body she let her mind drift back to the moments in the car. She imagined the feeling of Drew's breast in her hand and the vibrations of her mouth and she moaned softly into Kennedy. She slowly brought her hand lower down her toned stomach inching closer to what she needed.

"Uhhhh fuck yea!" She moaned as her fingers softly ran along the outside of her pussy. Her fingers could feel the slickness as she softly massaged them over her lips. "Mmmm god, uh yea." She leaned against the wall for support as she dipped her finger into her soaking wet pussy. Her free hand shot up to her breast as she felt her fingers slowly making circles around her clit. She roughly started pinching and squeezing them as her head tilted back and her eyes squeezed shut. Kennedy imagined it was Drew's fingers that ran back and forth over her swollen clit. "Yeah baby, right there, rub my clit." She started pressing harder and faster. "Mmm I want your fingers in my fucking pussy" She breathed loudly. She leaned a little harder into the wall as she finally pushed her fingers into her tight hot hole. "Uuuuuh! Yes! Yes fuck me!" She practically screamed as thoughts of Drew's fingers fucking her flashed over and over again in her head. She roughly pushed a second finger inside herself as she felt her massive orgasm quickly approaching. She was practically squatting against the wall now as her legs started to go weak. "Fuck yeah, fuck I'm gunna cum! Uh yea baby. Fuck me, yeah fuck me hard." She repeated over and over and she fucked herself even faster about to cum. "Uh uh uh, yea, yeaaaa.... Fuuuuuuck!" She choked out as her pussy tightened around her fingers as her orgasm tore through her. She could feel her hot cum running down her fingers and dripping down onto her thighs. 

She stood there with her fingers still inside her pussy breathing hard for a few minutes, not daring to move on her shaky legs. Finally when she gained a little control back she finished her shower feeling light and relaxed. As she crawled into her bed images of Drew played across her dreamy vision.

Ch. 05

It was 10:00pm and the party had been well under way for about two hours. Kennedy was standing in the kitchen, not in the greatest of moods. At the beginning of the party every time the door opened her heart would skip a beat hoping it would be Drew walking through it. But after a few hours and many disappointments later, she was just sulking in the kitchen away from the rest of the party.

"Here it looks like you need this." Jordan tossed her a beer as she strolled into the kitchen. "So your girl still hasn't shown, huh?"

"No." Kennedy mumbled as she looked down and fidgeted with her beer can. "I fucked up Jordan, like bad. She'll probably drop out of school and move to a different country."

"Haha right, come on man stop being ridiculous, have a few drinks and you'll forget all about it." She patted Kennedy on the shoulder. "The worst that will happen is she stops playing rugby and we lose a girl with some potential on the field. It's all good." She reassured her.

But Kennedy knew should couldn't just brush it off, this wasn't just some typical girl, she really fucking liked her and she felt like her heart was being slowly ripped out. She had never met anyone like Drew or felt such a connection with anyone until this girl unexpectedly landed in her life. 

30 minutes and another beer later Kennedy decided to stop sulking and enjoy her party. She wandered over to the beer pong table grabbing Jordan as her partner to start the game.

"Nice! I was about to come rescue you from your sad kitchen so we could play, doing better babe?" Jordan said over her shoulder as she set the table up.

"Yeah I was a little disappointed but it's whatever." She lied a little.

After winning three games and finishing off a few more drinks, Kennedy was honestly feeling a lot better and thoughts of Drew were pushed to the edge of her mind.

"Hey Jordan, I'm grabbing another drink, do you need one?" Kennedy asked as she was looking down checking her phone. Jordan didn't say anything but just nudged Kennedy with her elbow.

"I don't know what that means, use your words." She laughed. This time Jordan elbowed her a little harder and cleared her throat. 

"Dude what?" She asked as she looked up towards her friend. "Why are you el..." Her voice suddenly shut down and ceased to work as her eyes landed on Drew's face as she stood in the doorway.

"Well I guess I'll be grabbing a new partner." Jordan laughed as she walked away from the table.

As Kennedy made eye contact with Drew she had to remind herself to breathe. She looked stunning standing in the doorway, a slight breeze billowing her hair softly. She looked so damn cute with her hair falling just past her shoulders, a little tangled from the breeze. She was wearing a pair of light washed skinny jeans with a tear right above her knee exposing the slightest bit of her golden skin. She kept it simple with a white V-neck tee clinging tightly to her chest. Kennedy could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears as time seemed to come to a stop.

Finding her voice again she finally spoke up, "Hey you." She gave a crooked smile. "Can I grab you a drink?"

--Drew had arrived 30 minutes earlier but had to calm herself down and get the courage to enter Kennedy's house. After yesterday in Kennedy's car she was at a loss, trying to analyze what happened and make sense of it all. Her mind and her body were conflicting with one another to the extremes. When she felt the other girl's lips fly in and land gently on hers, her mind screamed at her to pull away and run. Her body had other things in mind and she found that she had easily melted into Kennedy's embrace. When she realized the extent of what was happening all she could do was turn a get out of there. For the rest of the night and the day of the party she felt torn and confused. First off she thought as she contemplated the events, she was completely straight. She had never been attracted to a woman like she was to men, until Kennedy. Maybe it wasn't attraction, maybe it was just some really strong friendly connection she was confusing with attraction. But, the way her body reacted before her mind caught up... Secondly, she knew she didn't want to lose Kennedy as a friend and she was fearful that she ruined everything when she fled from her car. Nothing seemed clear to her in the past day, there was a cloud in her mind making it fogging.

As she sat in her car outside of Kennedy's house she had come to a decision. She didn't want to lose Kennedy as a friend and she was sure she wasn't gay. She needed to go inside and try to talk to her about it and save their friendship.

As she got to the door her legs felt weak and her hand trembled as she reached for the door handle. She took a deep breath, pulled it open, and stepped inside. She stopped in the doorway taking in the crowd of people she mostly recognized from rugby. She scanned the room first spotting Jordan who made eye contact before turning and nudging Kennedy next to her. When Drew saw Kennedy all her plans seemed to slip from her mind as she found it hard to breath once again. Drew saw Kennedy look up and their eyes met, locking in like a missiles on their targets. She saw Kennedy's eyes light up and this look of almost relief wash over her face. After a moment Kennedy spoke up to say hello.

--Kennedy saw her smile and nod her head as she closed the door behind her and followed Kennedy into the kitchen.

"I have beer or I could make you something, what would ya like?" She said trying to play it cool and not let her voice waver and betray her.

"Um, I'm good with a beer, thanks." Drew sounded really nervous and Kennedy was picking up on it.

Handing her the beer, Drew looked up, "I need to talk to you for a second."

Kennedy felt her heart sink a little because she knew what this was going to be about. "Of course, what's up?" Already knowing the answer.

Drew shifted her weight a few times and kept looking down at her feet not sure how to start.

"I... Um... About..." Drew stumbled over her words nervously. It was hard to keep her head on while Kennedy was so close, looking at her with this burning in her eyes. She could smell Kennedy's cologne and she wondered for a second what it might be, it was intoxicating.

Kennedy couldn't help but smile as the poor girl just couldn't get her words out right. She was fidgeting with a lose string hanging from the hem of her tee shifting her eyes from Kennedy to the floor. Damn she was so fucking cute. 

Trying to save Drew and herself for a bit she quickly interrupted, "Hey how about we grab our drinks and enjoy the party for a bit and we can try talking about what ever it is in a bit?"

"Um, yeah okay."

Kennedy and Drew grabbed their drinks and headed down to the garage where the music was playing loudly and everyone was dancing and playing games.

Ch. 06

It was getting pretty late but the party was still roaring. Kennedy checked her phone, 1:30 am. She was feeling pretty drunk but not sloppy and it looked like Drew was in about the same boat. She could feel the bass in her chest from the music as she looked up from her phone. A huge grin stretched across her face as she saw Drew in the middle of the crowd dancing with herself with her drink still in her hand. The sight was absolutely breathtakingly sexy and Kennedy could feel her body start to tingle. She slowly brought her drink to her lips as she leaned back to take in the sight of this erotic woman. She watched Drew swaying her hips to the beat of the music, her ass dropping and rising. Her hair had fallen in front of her face so she dropped her head and flipped it back, a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. Kennedy could barely contain herself as she saw this; lust filled her eyes and wanted to take over.

When she couldn't take it anymore she set her drink down and headed towards Drew. 

As she came up behind her, Kennedy paused for a second remembering the outcome of their last encounter. But, she took a deep breath and stepped towards her anyway.

Kennedy stepped up behind Drew and put her hands on her hips as she closed the distance, bringing her body up against the other woman's. 

--Drew felt someone come up behind her and she was about to turn around and excuse herself but then she recognized the smell of Kennedy's cologne. Instead of turning around she pressed her body a little more firmly into Kennedy. She knew the alcohol was affecting her a bit but for some reason she couldn't stop herself, she just wanted to feel Kennedy against her. As she felt Kennedy press her fingers into the front of her hips she let out an involuntary sigh and put her hand over the other girls. She moved her hands and ran them along the front of Kennedy's thighs. She felt Kennedy's hot breath next to her neck, "Mmm." Drew heard her softly breathe. Drew could start to feel her body reacting to the physical contact she was having with this incredibly hot woman pressing her body on her own. She could feel her nipples stiffen as flashbacks from their kiss stampeded through her mind. She felt her pussy twitch as Kennedy ran her hands up her sides, stopping just below her breasts. She could feel her wetness starting to grow, slightly dampening her underwear.

Her heart pounded and guilt filled her body. "Fuck, this wasn't the plan. This can't happen, I really need to talk to her." Drew thought. She suddenly stopped and turned around towards Kennedy to pull her away so they could talk. But as she turned around her lips collided with Kennedy's and for the second time her vision went black and she fainted.

--Everything was going great as Kennedy danced with Drew. When she saw Drew turning around to face her she couldn't stop herself, she brought her lips to Drew's without a second thought. But as their lips met, Kennedy felt Drew let go of her and she slipped to the floor.

Everyone at the party stopped what they were doing and helped take Drew upstairs to lie down and get some water. Kennedy, Jordan, and one of the rookies carried her to Kennedy's bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

"What are you doing to this poor girl? Two times now you made this girl pass out!" Joked Jordan as she tried to make light of the situation. 

"Maybe she just got over heated again." Kennedy said as she grabbed the glass of water the rookie brought in.

"Right, cause the way you two have been looking at each other couldn't possible be it."

"Shut up, ass." She said lightly pushing Jordan.

"Well have fun baby sitting, looks like she'll be fine, I'm heading back down stairs. Call me if you need anything." Jordan said as she turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

When Jordan left Kennedy went and sat at the edge of the bed where Drew lay slowly starting to open her eyes again.

"Hey you." Kennedy said with a soft smile.

"Wha... What happened? Shit, I didn't pass out again, did I?"

"Ha well yeah you kind of did, are you okay?"

"Jeeze I'm so embarrassed, what is wrong with me?" She put her hand over her eyes.

"Nothing, nothing is wrong with you at all." Kennedy said as she reached up and pulled Drew's hand into hers, holding it to her chest.

Drew pulled her hand from Kennedy and looked down sheepishly. 

"Kennedy can we talk for a second?"

This was the moment Kennedy had been dreading all night. "Yes." She calmly said.

"I'm straight, but I really, really like you. I think you're one of the coolest people I've met and I'm so glad I joined rugby and got to meet you. I also don't want to lose that, I would be devastated if I lost you..." She trailed off looking up at Kennedy who just listened and let her continue.

"I look forward to every practice because I know I get to see you, and every time we leave I can't stop thinking about the next practice. I can't get you off my mind, I think about you when I wake up until I go to sleep. I always want to be around you. You're beautiful and you make me smile so hard my cheeks hurt. I can't lose you." Drew was practically in tears as she said all this because she was slowly realizing that she did like Kennedy more than a friend, she was falling in love with her.

As Kennedy was listening and taking all this in, a smile slowly crept across her lips. She finally spoke up.

"Baby, you are not as straight as you think you are." And with that Kennedy leaned forward, not breaking eye contact with Drew, brought her hand to her face and her lips to Drew's.

Kennedy brushed her thumb over Drew's soft glowing cheek while melting her lips into hers. She felt Drew finally surrender and give in to the feelings consuming every particle of her being. She wrapped her arms around Kennedy's neck drawing the girl in closer as she stopped telling herself she couldn't do this.

Kennedy moved further onto the bed so that she was laying over Drew. She wrapped her hand around the back of her neck as she ran her tongue over Drew's bottom lip, tasting a tiny hint of alcohol on them. Drew opened her mouth and ran her tongue over Kennedy's.




Kennedy's Girl



"Mmmm." Kennedy moaned as their tongues slid over one another's, in and out of each other's mouths.

Kennedy sucked on Drew's tongue and then bit her bottom lip as she pulled away. She moved her mouth to Drew's neck allowing her breath to tease her warm skin. Kennedy could see Drew's pulse in her neck as she softly brought her lips to her soft flesh.

"Uhh, mmm." Drew's whole body shivered at the contact.

Kennedy began softly kissing her neck enjoying the vibration of Drew's throat as she softly cooed. She ran her tongue from her collarbone to just below her ear lobe. She then brought her mouth to Drew's ear and softly nibbled on it.

"Uh yeaa." Drew's hips involuntarily pushed up into Kennedy.

Feeling Drew's reaction under her body made her instantly wet as she slid her knee up in between Drew's legs.

She slowly applied pressure on Drew through her jeans causing Drew to tilt her head back exposing more of her delicious neck.

Kennedy softly sucked on her neck and softly bit down on her skin.

"Oh, fuck. Yea bite my neck. Uhh." Drew reached up and grabbed the back of Kennedy's head pulling her mouth harder into her. "Yea, harder, fuck, bite me harder." She said as she completely surrendered to Kennedy, she knew she wanted this.

Kennedy complied biting down harder and then softly licking the red mark left behind and moaning into Drew's neck.

She then licked and kissed her way back up to Drew's mouth and started kissing her with more intensity. Drew responded by starting to grind her pussy into Kennedy's knee while kissing her with a new urgency.

"Yea baby, fuck." Kennedy whispered as she lifted herself on to her arms to be at a better angle. With her hands on the bed on either side of Drew's head she looked into her eyes as she rocked her knee harder and harder into Drew's pussy. Drew looked up at her through half opened eyes and wrapping her arms around Kennedy's waist. 

Kennedy then sat up as she wrapped her arms around Drew pulling her up into a sitting position. She knelt on the bed and pulled Drew's legs over hers and around her waist. Wrapping her into her arms they continued their kiss until she pulled back grabbing the bottom of Drew's tee and slowly lifting it over her head.

As she dropped the tee she felt her breath catch as she looked over the magnificent body in front of her. She wanted to kiss and taste every inch of her skin. 

"God, you're so beautiful." Kennedy sighed as she kissed the tops of Drew's shoulders before reaching around to unclip Drew's bra. "Are you okay with this?" She softly asked.

"Yes, please. I trust you."

Hearing that made her heart jump to her throat. Kennedy slowly unclipped Drew's bra and let it fall down her shoulders revealing her breasts. Kennedy could hardly breath as she gently laid Drew back down onto the bed. As Drew laid back she wrapped her legs around Kennedy's waist and pulled her face to hers.

She kissed Drew's lips ever so slightly and then moved down her neck, then her chest, leaving a fiery path of kisses along the way. As she reached just above her breast she could hear Drew's breathing get more ragged with anticipation. Giving Drew one last look she lowered her mouth. Kennedy's tongue began making circles around Drew's nipple not quite touching it yet. Drew arched her back, as if to beg for the contact. Kennedy finally pushed her mouth down and drew her tongue across Drew's hard sensitive nipple.

"Oh my god!" Drew grabbed hold of Kennedy not allowing her to break contact.

Kennedy sucked her nipple into her mouth while sliding her tongue across the tip. She started softly biting it, placing Drew's nipple between her teeth and flicking the tip with her tongue at the same time.

"Yeah, fuck, oh my god! Keep doing that, fuck!" Drew choked out as the sensations Kennedy was creating on her nipple shot straight down to her aching pussy. "Uhh, yes." Drew arched her back again as her eyes clamped shut.

As Kennedy switched her assault to Drew's other nipple she brought her free hand down and ran her fingers over the other. She gently started squeezing and pulling her nipple and massaging her breast with her palm. As she continued to pleasure Drew's breasts in every way she could, Drew started grinding her pussy into Kennedy's pelvis first wanting, but now needing Kennedy down there.

"Uhh, mmmm. Kennedy, I'm yours. Please." Drew said as she reached down to unbutton her own jeans.

Kennedy softly brushed her hands away but replaced them with her own, grabbing Drew's zipper and slowly pulling it down. She peeled Drew's tight jeans off of her legs leaving her in just a pair of light blue panties. Kennedy moaned when she saw the dark wet spot that had formed between Drew's legs on her underwear. Her eyes glazed over as she thought about just ripping them off and putting her mouth on Drew's hot wet pussy, tasting it and licking it, but she knew she would be getting there soon.

Kennedy got up and took a hold of both of Drew's legs sliding her to the edge of the bed so her ass was barely still on it. She then knelt on the ground on her hands and knees between Drew's legs. She gave Drew a pair of smoldering "fuck me eyes" and began to slowly caress, kiss, and lick the inside of Drew's thighs teasing her as she avoided her soaking wet pussy. 

"Ohhh, yea, yea, uhhh" Drew's hips where grinding the air as Kennedy felt Drew's hands grab the hair on the top of her head. She pulled hard forcing Kennedy's mouth centimeters from her sex. Kennedy could smell the heavy but sweet smell coming, emitting from Drew.

Deciding to finally stop teasing her, Kennedy put her hand around Drew's thighs and lightly ran her tongue over the thin fabric of Drew's wet panties. Just that slight stimulation was enough to make Drew yell out.

"UHHH FUCK! Yea, please, please, I need you."

Kennedy grunted as Drew's words filled her ears, her pussy was on fire but tonight was all about pleasing her girl.

She pushed her mouth and tongue harder over Drew's panties, pushing her tongue into her slit. She could taste Drew's slickness through the fabric, and that was it. She reached her hands up and ripped Drew's panties down her legs and threw them across the room revealing Drew's perfect pink sex. It was glistening from how wet she was and Kennedy ran her mouth over her small triangle of brown hair. 

"Mmmm baby you taste so good." Kennedy said raggedly. "I fucking want you."

"You have me."

With that Kennedy leaned toward Drew and using one hand spread Drew's lips as her mouth closed the distance. She looked into Drew's eyes one more time before she brought her tongue to Drew and quickly licked her from the bottom of her slit to the top getting a full taste of Drew's sweet juices.

"MMMM, UHHH" Drew pulled sharply on Kennedy's hair.

Kennedy began kissing and licking Drew's hot little pussy, making little circles around Drew's swollen clit. Softly nudging it every now and then to send shock waves through Drew's body. Drew ground her hips into Kennedy's face making it hard to breathe but she just kept going letting Drew's moans fill the room.

"FUCK, FUUUCK YEA, OH YEAH LICK MY CLIT, LICK MY CLIT!" She practically screamed as Kennedy drew her clit into her mouth, sucking it softly while flicking her tongue across it. "Yea baby, yea, yea, right there, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Drew was frantically humping Kennedy's face as her orgasm was crashing towards her.

"Right there, don't stop, don't stop."

Kennedy lifted her mouth for a second, "Look at me Drew, I want you to keep your eyes open." She saw Drew struggle to pry her eyes open and look down at Kennedy between her legs.

When Drew saw the sight between her legs all she could do was moan again loudly and give Kennedy this pleading look.

With out looking away Kennedy brought her mouth back down on Drew slipping her tongue into Drew's tight hole.

"Oh yeahhh, fuck, fuck me, yea fuck meee." Drew struggled so hard but she kept her eyes locked on Kennedy's. 

Kennedy could see Drew's abs flexing over and over as her orgasm built. Drew's fingers desperately tried to find anything to grip on to. She kept twisting her fingers into the sheets, then Kennedy's hair, then her tits.

"Yeah baby rub your tits for me. Uhhh yea rub them while I eat your pussy" Kennedy said.

Drew rolled her nipples between her fingers added to the sensory overload she was already getting. She knew she was about to cum and cum hard.

Kennedy held on to Drew's legs tightly as she continued tongue fucking her. She could feel Drew's pussy lightly clenching her tongue as she pushed it in and out.

"UH UH, DON'T STOP, FUCK, DON'T STOP, YEAHHH. YEAHHH. FUCK, FUCK ME. UH UHHH. OH GOD I'M GUNNA CUM, I'M GUNNA CUM, KEEP GOING, YEA, YEAAA, YEAAAAA. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH UHHHHHHHHH!!!" As Drew's massive orgasm pounded through her body her legs clamped around Kennedy's head while grabbing her hair, locking her pussy to Kennedy's face. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she broke eye contact.

Kennedy felt her own pussy throb with a powerful orgasm as Drew came in her mouth, her juices running down her chin. She tried hard not to scream out so she could concentrate on licking up every last drop of cum running out of Drew's tight little hole.

As Drew came down from her climax, Kennedy softly licked around her pussy careful not to touch her extremely sensitive clit. Drew's body twitched a few more times before she finally relaxed, releasing Kennedy from her grip.

Kennedy got off the floor her knees aching a bit and her pussy soaking her through her jeans. She stood up and pulled her tee and jeans off to get a little more comfortable, before scooting Drew back up on the bed.

"Kennedy... I... That was incredible; I've never felt something like that before... Amazing, you're amazing." Drew sputtered out as she pulled Kennedy in for a hug. Kennedy softly kissed her forehead and then her mouth.

"We're not done yet beautiful." Kennedy said as she pushed her tongue back into Drew's mouth. Drew moaned out as she tasted her own cum on Kennedy's lips. She eagerly ran her tongue over her chin tasting more and moaning again.

As Drew was kissing and licking Kennedy's mouth she slowly pulled her own boxers off revealing her own pussy with a blonde strip of hair running up from her slit. As soon as she pulled her boxers off she could feel her cum immediately drip down her thigh since nothing was there to catch it anymore. She then quickly pulled her sports bra over her head so she could match Drew in her nakedness. Drew went wide-eyed as Kennedy's breast swung into view out of her bra. Kennedy had both of her nipples pierced with little rings in them. She instinctively reached up placing her hand on one and pulling a hard nipple in between her fingertips. 

Kennedy grunted in pleasure loving the feeling of this woman's fingers caressing her. As she started to lose herself in the feelings she quickly had to remind herself again that this night was all for Drew.

Kennedy pushed Drew's hands away, smiling and saying, "Not yet gorgeous, I want this night to be all about you."

She then lowered herself on top of Drew's body, her skin against Drew's. The feeling was electric as their hands started roaming over one another's bodies, once again their lips finding each other. Kennedy leaned up a bit and slightly scooted her body down so that she could drag her breasts over Drew's naked stomach up to her tits. When Kennedy got to her tits she let her rock hard nipples run across Drew's causing them both to moan out.

"Oooo, mmm that's nice" Drew cooed as Kennedy rubbed her tits on Drew's.

She could tell the stimulation was going straight to Drew's pussy because she could feel Drew barely rocking her hips. Taking that as her cue Kennedy slide down her body but didn't come back up. She lowered her mouth down onto Drew's tits again and moved her other hand in between Drew's legs. Drew closed her eyes as she began to lose herself again.

Kennedy flicked her tongue over Drew's nipples again and again and she softly rubbed Drew's pussy with her plam.

"Mmm, mmm, ohhh mmm." She spread her legs further, opening up her pussy lips and causing Kennedy's palm to slide across her clit.

"UUUH FUCK!" She bucked her hips hard into Kennedy's hand.

Kennedy slipped her fingers between Drew's lips and softly started rubbing Drew's clit while still alternating sucking each of her tits.

"Oh yea, mmm, that's nice, it feels so good. Uhhh."

Drew's breathing got harder and harder as Kennedy continued rubbing her clit and her moans got a little louder. Kennedy's fingers were dripping with Drew's cum. She then removed her hand and rubbed her fingers over Drew's nipples, spreading her cum on them. Kennedy then leaned down and sucked the cum from Drew's nipples.

"UUUH! FUCK THAT WAS HOT. MMM YEA!" Drew could barely say through her labored breathing.

Once again she put her hand back down to Drew's pussy but this time instead of stopping with at her clit she pushed her finger into Drew's wet hole.

Drew instantly reacted by grinding her pussy down onto Kennedy's hand and raking her nails up Kennedy's back.

"UUUH GOD. UUUH FUCK ME!" She tossed her head back.

Kennedy pushed her finger in and out a few more times before adding another finger, driving Drew fucking mad. She started pumping her fingers faster and faster while using her thumb to press down on her clit.

"FUCK ME, YEA BABY, FUCK. UUUUH UUUUH UUUUH." Drew bucked her hips over and over and ground her dripping pussy on to Kennedy's fingers. As Drew's breath quickened and her hands where twisting the bed sheets, Kennedy fucked her faster.

"FINGER ME BABY, YEAH JUST LIKE THAT, JUST LIKE THAT! RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, YEA FUCK ME. UUUH FUCK ME BABY UHHH. HARDER, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!" Kennedy complied and started fucking Drew as hard as she dared, twisting her fingers in and out. 

Kennedy could feel Drew's walls tightening and relaxing over and over. Her moans for Kennedy were becoming undecipherable noises echoing through the room. Drew's back was arched, her toes curling in, and her head was thrown back.

"I... UHHH.... I... I'M GUNNA UHHHH... I'M ABOUT..." Before she could even get her words out Kennedy felt Drew's pussy pulsing and closing around her fingers as another massive orgasm took over her body causing her whole body to shake. Her juices streaming down Kennedy's hand. Kennedy left her fingers plunged deep in Drew's pussy, letting her fingers fill her up as she came down. She felt Drew's pussy relax and started to pull out.

"AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH GODDDDDD FUUUUCK MMMMMM YEAAAA!" Drew screamed and screamed as a third orgasm rolled in just from Kennedy slowly moving her fingers to slide them out.

Minute by minute Drew's muscles all started to relax one by one as she sank back into the bed. She looked up to see Kennedy licking her juices off her fingers before laying down next to her on the bed.

Kennedy wrapped her arms around Drew, their legs intertwined as she pulled the blankets other them. She softly kissed Drew's forehead and she ran her fingers through her tangled brown hair. She looked into Drew's eyes.

"You are absolutely stunning." Drew just smiled and nuzzled into Kennedy's shoulder.

"Your turn?" Drew asked timidly.

"No no like I said I wanted this to be for you. And I don't want you to feel uncomfortable doing anything your not ready for. I just want to lay here and hold you next to me." Drew replied hugging her closer. "I love the feeling of your skin against mine and the feeling of you breathing, I could stay like this forever." She kissed the top of Drew's head.

She softly ran her fingers up and down Drew's back until she heard the girl breathing slow and her body completely relax. She smiled at herself, she knew that this was just the beginning of something so incredible it was hard to even try and understand. As Drew drifted off Kennedy snuggled in closer anticipating getting to wake up with this girl in her arms. She could easily fall for this girl.

End of part one.



Kennel Opening



"Wait for it, lad," Graham Morris whispered to Benji, as they both watched the hulking young man being pulled in multiple directions by five Cavalier King Charles spaniels in Graham's direction across a patch of grassland above the Tauranga beach. It was Saturday morning and the bit of parkland adjacent to the New Zealand coastal town's beach was designated as a dog exercise area on Saturday mornings.

Sitting in the shade of an open-sided café between beach and park, Graham knew about the Saturday hours. He also knew that the strapping young man, David Kauea, had a big bunch of spaniels. Graham couldn't have told you they were Cavalier King Charles spaniels, though, or that four of the ones that Kauea had had been New Zealand national champions. But he knew, from research, that Kauea brought them here on Saturdays. Graham was proud of the research he had done since the first time he'd seen the hunky New Zealander.

Beyond that, he knew what Kauea's sexual preferences were, that they complemented his, and that he wanted to try the young man out. Graham was an American, displaced to New Zealand by a frowning family in Baltimore because it was as far away in the world as they could send him. He was content to leave the States and stay in New Zealand because of the checks they regularly sent. He thought the joke was on them, though, because New Zealand's north island was a whole hell of a lot better place to be than Baltimore, Maryland, was in his estimation. And New Zealand men were a lot hunkier.

His eyes slitted as he saw the young man struggle across the parkland in his direction. The five spaniels that were dragging him along—surprisingly good at dragging as small as they were individually and as large as Kauea was—each had a different idea where they wanted to go. The young man's body was magnificent, nearly bursting out of his shorts and T-shirt with bulges of finely formed muscle. Graham wondered how much native Maori was in him. It seemed to be enough to give him bulk and a slightly mean look that belied a gentle temperament until he was lost in want, without making him prone to the big belly that seemed to characterize the more genetically pure Maori.

Benji was a spaniel too. But he was an English spaniel rather than a Cavalier King Charles spaniel. Graham could tell there was a difference, but he didn't really care. He didn't even care whether or not Benji was as pure bred as Kauea's dogs were. A dog was a dog and a spaniel was a spaniel to him, and he was counting on one spaniel being highly interested in meeting another one.

"Now, Benji," Graham said as he leaned down from the seat he was occupying at the fringe of the café and unleashed Benji.

As designed, the English Spaniel was off in a flash. And mere seconds later, Kauea's spaniels no longer were in a disagreement where they wanted to go. As soon as they saw Benji bounding toward them, they all pulled together in that direction. This nearly knocked David Kauea off his feet, despite having feet the size of boats, and he was dragged along toward the café.

Graham made a half-hearted attempt to rise and follow Benji, and he cried out in fake distress, as Benji disappeared in a pile of wriggling dog flesh.

It took David and Graham several minutes to get the dogs separated, during which David was profusely apologizing and expressing the hope that Benji wasn't damaged. Of course he wasn't. The dogs just wanted to do a meet and greet. But Graham did his best rendition of being frightened and concerned for his poor puppy.

"It's not your fault, of course," he said, doing what he could to make his voice sound shaky and unconvinced. He knelt beside Benji and felt the spaniel all over for damage that he'd have no idea what to do about even if he did find any. Benji panted and licked Graham's face, happy for the attention. Graham had a passing thought that he'd like the young Maori hunk to be doing that. "This leash has been giving me the slip. I'll need to get a new one."

"Here, let me check him over." David knelt down beside Graham and laid his hands on Benji. The spaniel liked his touch even better and turned his tongue on the young man. Graham made sure that his hand brushed on David's a couple of times while they both checked Benji over, and he liked the smile that David gave him in return.

"There doesn't seem to be any damage—to your dog at least. You seem a little shaky, though. Can I help you back to your table?"

You certainly can, you big hunk, Graham thought, but he actually answered with a weak, "That would be very kind."

Truth be known, Graham didn't give a shit about Benji. Benji wasn't Graham's dog. He belonged to some bird named Jill, who lived near a bar Graham frequented and who managed to be coming out of her condo building whenever Graham was parking his red sports convertible across the street from her building—and who was too dumb to realize that the club Graham frequented was a gay bar. She obviously liked the look of Graham, though—and Graham was, indeed, very easy on the eyes for his age. She was the first one Graham had thought of when he heard that David Kauea raised spaniels. Graham thought of her because it was a spaniel she was always pretending to walk when Graham was parking on her street.

It was a piece of cake for Graham to get the young David to help him back to his chair in the café—and then to sit with him and to share a cup of coffee. In fact, hooking up with David proved to be very easy indeed. Graham almost regretted that he'd done so much scheming to set up the meeting.

The man was randy, open, and forward, obviously very casual about his sexuality.

In addition to coffee, they also shared a discussion of what brought them to the seaside town of Tauranga on New Zealand's Bay of Plenty, to the south of the main city of the north island, Auckland. David Kauea was born and raised nearby, a good many of his ancestors having been Maori warriors, as indigenous to the island as anyone had ever been. He was an accountant and raised and showed Cavalier King Charles spaniels. He had eight of them. He'd only brought five of them out today. He was gay, a top, liked to fuck casually, and he thought that Graham looked just fine.

Graham, in contrast, was about as foreign to New Zealand as he could be. Banished by his stodgy old-line-Maryland family in the United States for being devil may care about his sexual proclivities, he had washed up on the shores of New Zealand with a pile of cash and a taste in wine. Bored in New Zealand doing little but seducing muscle-bound tops in gyms, he had combined his cash with wine and now owned a winery, Morris Estates, along the coast to the north of Tauranga. His taste in good wine, better wine than he produced, almost—almost—competed with his taste in hunky men to cover and ride him. Neither man seemed to be holding anything back in their discussion.

Tauranga was in the well-established Gisborne wine region, notable for its Chardonnay, Chenin Blanc, Gewürztrammer, and Riesling wines, all of which Graham enjoyed drinking more than he did creating, bottling, and selling. Luckily, he had bought his vineyard lock, stock, vines, bottling room, vintner, and tasting room inclusive and the vineyard operations more or less took care of and paid for themselves.

Just to get it out of the way, Graham voiced a concern: Whereas David was in his late twenties, Graham recently had hit forty. Graham enthusiastically responded that he liked plowing men in Graham's age bracket.

Switching to beer from coffee, the discussions between the two deepened to even more intimate levels than their respective occupations and their mutual love for spaniels and to their deepest, darkest secrets and what they preferred to do in bed. Positions, bareback or condoms, favorite toys, frequency, and where to deposit cum. David proved to be even more devil may care about revealing his sexual proclivities than Graham was. Graham found the sensual openness of the young man both refreshing and highly arousing.

"You look familiar," Graham said, sitting back in his chair and feigning a look of contemplation and scrutiny. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

"Perhaps at Pauli's? I must admit I've seen you there."

"Ah, yes," Graham answered, knowing full well he'd seen the young man at that gay club. "Now I remember. I've seen you with Andrew, one of Pauli's dancers, I believe."

"Yes," David admitted. "Andrew is a sweet fuck. And I believe I've seen you with the construction worker, George. He receives good ratings. I trust he does you well."

"Right," Graham responded.

"I'll bet I could do you better, though," David said, with a twinkle in his eye.

Graham nearly sputtered in his beer. Who was supposed to be seducing who, he wondered. Why the fuck did he think he'd need the dog subterfuge? It took no more than that for the two to square away not only on sexual preference but on sexual role. Andrew, the dancer, was a bottom and George, the construction worker, was a top.

David leaned down and patted Benji. "A fine spaniel you have. I raise and breed spaniels."

"Which is why you have five of them, I suppose," Graham said, using his most attractive smile, and he gave what he hoped was a loving look at the five slobbering spaniels sniffing around Benji with continued interest. Benji was sniffing a couple of them back. Graham assumed these were the bitches.

"I actually have eight."

"Do tell. You must be a very good breeder."

David lowered his face and gave a little smile. Graham chose to imagine that the gesture was meant to move his attention to the young man's basket, where something was straining mightily at the material of his tight shorts.

"My family would have no dogs if they couldn't have spaniels," Graham said in a low voice. It wasn't a lie. Graham's family had had nothing but cats.

Of course, for David Kauea's part, that Graham was a claimed lover of spaniels sealed the deal when push came to shove—although neither found anything in the looks of the other or in a quick and guarded grope that dissuaded either from being interested in the other.

The grope was preceded with Graham rather boldly bringing the conversation to a head by saying, "Yes, I believe you must be a superior breeder. Is it only dogs that you breed?"

And then when David raised his head and gave Graham "that look," Graham continued with, "I admit openly that I would be very interested in your breeding technique." He took David's hand in his and placed it on his crotch. David didn't withdraw the hand. "Would you mind terribly if I touched you too?" Graham asked.

"No," David answered, turning a steely gaze on Graham. "Would you mind terribly if I fucked you? The truth is that George told me you were a really good lay and that you liked to take it hard and deep. I like to give it that way."

Graham melted at how straightforward the New Zealander was.

Agreeing with Graham that Graham's vineyard was probably too far beyond Tauranga to assuage the heat they'd worked themselves into, Kauea took Graham back to the rather large lot but decidedly small house for one man and eight dogs in a suburb of Tauranga overlooking the Bay of Plenty and, bedroom door closed to barking dogs, David fucked Graham to slobbering oblivion just as the American had carefully planned he would do.

As Graham would have guessed, David preferred fucking doggy style, with Graham bent over the bed, resting his weight on his elbows and forearms, while David held his hips in a strong grip with his hands and fucked him in long, hard, deep thrusts. Graham loved it. David seemed to like it enough to do it three times that day before a grinning Graham limped home after delivering a happy Benji back to a not completely happy Jill, confused on why an offer to walk her Benji had spun out to six hours and didn't end with anything more than a "Thanks." Benji was also looking quite pleased with himself, having left three of David's bitches glassy eyed and whimpering.

Graham was around nine weeks later when two of the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel bitches produced pups that weren't fully pure bred. David wasn't wild about that idea, but since he'd happily kept Graham's eyeballs swimming in cum and Graham had been paying most of his bills for those nine weeks, David went with the flow.

The touchiest moment came when David offered Graham one of the puppies. "To remember your poor, lost Benji with," he had said. Graham had had to weave a story of Benji having suffered his demise under a bus a few days after they had initially met.

"I couldn't possibly yet," Graham answered. "It takes me a long time to get over the loss of a pet."

"But the best way is to acquire another one," David said.

"But I have all of your lovely dogs to compensate." Graham nearly choked on that. He'd had David's yapping dogs almost up to the level of the cum David had pumped in him. When the levels met, Graham thought that would be all he could take despite how divinely and forcefully the young Maori cocked him.

This led to another conversation, though. Graham really liked David and being fucked regularly by David, but Graham was getting antsy about being confined to New Zealand's north island.

"I've been thinking of traveling some—in Southeast Asia and maybe even in Europe. I don't want to go alone, though. I'd like you to go with me. I'll pay for everything, of course."

The mention of Southeast Asia caused David to pause. He'd often thought he'd like to travel there if he were free to do so. He had a fetish for small Southeast Asian men—thoroughly enjoying stuffing his big cock in the tight channels of small, brown men to listen to them puffing hard to accommodate him. But he wasn't free. "I couldn't possibly go anywhere for even an overnight. I've told you that's why we have to meet here," David answered. "I've got eight dogs to take care of."

"You could leave them in a kennel."

"There are no good kennels in the Tauranga area. And the cost of kenneling eight dogs would be astronomical."

"I told you I'd pay for everything," Graham said. "And I'd really like for you to travel with me." What he really liked was having David's cock inside him and he'd like to have that while he traveled too.

"Well, as I said, there are no kennels here I'd entrust my dogs to. It's a real failing of this area."

Graham came from a business family. He heard the "Ka-ching" of possibility immediately. "You could open a kennel yourself. Set it up to your liking. Hire someone to do all the shit work and to watch over it while you're traveling."

"It's a thought, but—" David said, obviously giving it a thought.

"I'd partner with you. I'd supply the start-up capital." Graham really liked having David's cock inside him.

"Well, it's a thought."

"I know how you could get someone both cheap and reliable. A Thai or a Filipino would be just the ticket. Provide them with work permit employment here, and they'd work like a slave for you and be totally grateful."

"Well . . ." David's imagination went to holding a small Thai or Filipino man under him in a tight embrace while he worked his supersized cock inside a small hole and listened to the impassioned squealing. He hadn't told Graham about this fetish, though.

"I have connections through the international winery association in both countries. I'll be happy to make enquires for you," Graham persisted.

"Well, it's a thought."

"While you're thinking about it, could you fuck me again?"

"Of course."

* * * *

Mr. Crozier called me from the main house and told me he wanted me to come there and see him. I knew what that meant. I was only half way through feeding the dogs and mucking out their cages, so he told me to come when I was done. I could tell he wasn't pleased I couldn't come right away. Neither was I. I was trembling in anticipation. The dogs—six German Shepherds—were restless, though, and when they were like this, I had to be very careful.

They were usually good with me. I handled the guard dogs well, the dogs that guarded the tapioca warehouses at the company plantation near Khon Kaen, upcountry from Bangkok. But sometimes the dogs could sense when I was keyed up, in a hurry to be finished with them. They rarely got human affection and craved it—so they didn't like when I didn't spend as much time with them as usual.

It was nearly dark when I approached the main house. Mr. Crozier lived here alone. He managed the plantation and the warehouses for the company, the only Farang—foreigner—here. The other workers were scattered around in huts across the plantation. Only the housekeeper and the cook were allowed in the main house—and me.

Mr. Crozier was like a god in our enclosed little world here. Whatever he told one of the workers to do, they did. The wages were very good for upcountry Thailand, and the local government supported this foreign enterprise in whatever it wanted to do. But like anywhere else in Thailand, there were those who owned and those who were owned. I was one who was owned. Mr. Crozier had told me what my duties were in addition to taking care of the kennels for the guard dogs—and I did what he wanted without question. It was strange and painful at first, but now I wanted it as much as he did.

I moved silently up the ladder to the house. The house was much the same as any Thai house upcountry. Just larger. They were all lifted up on stilts, both because the area flooded and to keep most of the jungle wildlife out of the house. The housekeeper, Lek, lived under the house. She, of course, knew that I visited Mr. Crozier. But neither of us ever mentioned it. I knew what Mr. Crozier sometimes did with Lek too. But neither of us ever mentioned that either.

Mr. Crozier could do whatever he pleased. Over time, it came to please me too.

He was sitting on the side of his bed in the dimming light when I entered his bedroom. He was wearing just a sarong around his waist. His heavily muscled torso always made my breath catch and come in small ragged gasps. He had a dragon tattoo on one side of his chest, the tail of which went up to his shoulder and wound down around his arm. I liked tracing the tail of the dragon when I was lying under him. He was drinking bourbon straight from the bottle, and when he saw me at the door to his bedroom, he leaned over and put the bottle on his nightstand, turned back to me, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and motioned to me.

"Come in, Chumphon. Come here. You have made me wait."

He had a gruff tone, but I knew he wouldn't beat me as a Thai master displeased with me would do. He would do something else altogether. He was motioning me with his hand to come to him, and I moved across the teak boards on my small bare feet. I too was wearing just a sarong around my waist. But his was raw silk and mine was cheap cotton.

"Sorry, Mr. Crozier," I answered, meekly and with some trepidation. "The dogs were restless and difficult this evening."

"No matter, lad," he said. "You're here now. Waiting just made me harder."

He pulled me into him, between his spread thighs, and embraced me. His mouth was on my belly, kissing it, and the palms of his hands went to my buttocks. He was massaging them as his lips moved around on my belly. I felt the cotton of my sarong drift to the teak flooring as the bare flesh of his hands cupped my buttocks. Kneading them and spreading them. I moaned deeply as the index fingers of both hands found the rim of my anus. He laughed at my little gasp when they entered me.

Then his hands were lifted to my sides and he was pressing me down on my knees between his legs. I unknotted his silk sarong and let it fall to either side. He was hard. Our manager, Mr. Crozier, was aroused—for me. That always made me feel special—and privileged to be able to serve him in this way.