We take time to discuss the skeletons in our closets.
This is far more story than sexual content. It is setting the stage for future stories. If you are looking for strictly sexual material, check out some of my other stories.
The amazing sexual tension from the past twelve hours set the perfect stage for a training run. I was drained yet totally energized at the same time. Memories of Kelly in my arms, in my mouth, and on my cock fueled my run, and I pounded out a 30-minute run, covering around four miles. By the time I got back to the house, I was sweating, and most definitely in need of another shower. I was also thankful I had showered before walking out the door. There were plenty of other runners, but not even scantily clad women could divert my attention from getting home and on to the rest of the day.
Kelly was still in bed when I got back, blissfully awaiting my return. I was too sweaty to join her on the bed, so I took her hand and told her it was time for a shower. We headed to the bathroom, Kelly stripping me of my clothes along the way. She then turned on the water, and returned to my embrace. She somehow managed to turn on both the shower and me at the same time, and we stepped into the shower. Things were much more erotic, this time, compared to our first shower.
Kelly stood under the shower to get her hair wet as I caressed her body. She handed me her shampoo, and turned so I could wash her hair. Taking far more than was necessary, I gently lathered her blonde curls with the shampoo. As the lather developed, I stood behind her and started washing her body. I massaged her shoulders under the slippery suds, and worked my hands down to her chest. Pulling her back toward me, I started to fondle her tits, rubbing at the again solid nipples. Leaving her boobs, my hands washed her belly then moved toward her still smooth pussy. My cock nestled into the crack of her ass while my hands slipped into the slit of her cunt. Kelly surrendered herself to the attention, breathing heavily and moaning occassionally.
I quickly ran my hands through her hair, again, gathering more sudsy lather from the shampoo. One hand returned to her pussy, massaging and spreading her lips, ensuring she was completely clean. The other moved down her back to the crack of her ass. Moving lower, I began to rub the suds over her rear, working my way toward her anus. She gasped as I massaged both holes, then she reached back and grabbed my now hard cock. She pushed my cock down as she eased herself up until she was able to slide my dick into the space between her legs. I wasn't able to slip it into her ass, nor could I position it to slide into her cunt.
Kelly started to rock her hips, sliding herself back and forth over my cock, which she was gripping by squeezing her thighs together. I moved my hands back to her tits, massaging one wonderful orb in each hand, occasionally rubbing her nipples with my fingers. Kelly put her hands between her legs so she could rub my cock with her fingers as it slid through her legs.
Taking one hand, I slipped it between our bodies, and eased it back into her butt until my fingers found her anus. Kelly arched her hips slightly to give me better access as I eased one than two fingers into her ass. We remained like this, her stroking my cock between her legs and hands, me with two fingers inside her butt until I couldn't take it any longer. Kelly, feeling the urgency in my shaking, stroked even harder, forcing me to cum in her hand. She continued to stroke me until I had to pull back because of the sensitivity.
I slipped my fingers out of her, and she turned to start kissing me, again. "God, Tom, even showers are amazing with you."
"I was about to say the same. Showering is so much more interesting when there is someone to share with. Especially when she'll share more than the water."
Still kissing, we continued to wash each others bodies, providing time for me to come down from the latest climax. Once done, we stepped out and once again dried each other off. In awe at everything Kelly had offered to me, I said, "Kelly, I love that you've been everything I could always ask for in a lover. You always seem to know what to do, or what I want. And you have yet to refuse me anything. I love you for that."
Taking me into her arms, she kissed me, and responded, "How could I refuse you anything? You've been amazing. I never thought I could love anyone after Jason, but you meet so many needs that have gone unanswered for a long time. And I think we have room to grow and share even more." She kissed me, again, and then pushed me toward the door.
"There are some things we need to get. Shopping will get us out of the house, and we'll get to go out like an old, married couple."
"You're not old. Besides, we can't really be ALL that close in public. Who knows who might see us?"
"I don't care," said Kelly, "Let them see. This weekend, you're mine and I'm yours. It's nobody's business, and don't think you won't hold at least hold my hand. Of course, that's when we're not in each others arms."
After getting dressed, we headed for the mall. Kelly had some things to pick up for her girls, and we spent some time just walking and talking. Window shopping, we saw mini-skirt outfit that I thought would look awesome on her, and I convinced her to check it out. We walked into the shop, found the outfit, and headed toward a fitting room. Following Kelly through the store, I was mesmerized by her ass, and longed to see it in that skirt.
Kelly went into the fitting room, and quickly asked me to look in and see what I thought. Thinking she had been awfully quick, and wondering why she didn't just come out, I stuck my head through the curtain and got my answer. Kelly was standing there in nothing but a white lace bra and a string bikini. "I love it," I said. "Now, how about the rest of it."
Giggling, she smiled, pushed at my head, saying, "Get out you pervert!"
A few short minutes later, Kelly did step out. I was right. She did rock the outfit. Sexy as hell, she asked me what I thought of the loose mini-skirt and short blouse.
"I think we're buying that, right now." And I did. As I paid for the clothes, I pointed out that the right pair of panties, hose, and bra would make the outfit perfect. I hurried her over to Victoria's Secret, where I told a sales lady that I wanted something sexy to go with the outfit I showed her.
With a trained eye, the sales lady wandered over to a rack with very sheer panties and bras. She grabbed exactly the right size for Kelly, and said she thought they would work. Kelly took them, told me I didn't get to see them on, yet, and headed to a dressing room to try them on.
While she did that, I looked around at negligees and robes. I found a short, sheer gown I thought would look good, and had the sales lady help with the right size. She suggested a pair sexy shorts to go with it, and I had her add that to our purchase. Kelly returned with her old bra and panties, and said we would take the ones she tried on. "And I'll wear them out."
Walking out, Kelly asked what else was in the bag. "You're keeping the bra and panties I just bought a secret, so what's in the bag stays secret."
"Meanie," she replied, "You have to buy me lunch, then. Let's find something decent we can take home."
Taking my hand in hers, she pulled me out of the store and we headed to the car hauling our all of our bags. We decided on Applebee's carry-out, so we could have a good meal and still take it to her house. She called ahead and ordered, and they had it ready almost before we arrived. We hurried home, unloaded the car, and decided to eat on the floor in the living room so we could be close to each other. Before we sat down, Kelly grabbed our Dirty Little Secrets lists so we could discuss them while eating.
Kelly put a blanket down, grabbed some better dishes than the styrofoam boxes, and even dug up a bottle of Merlot, the only red wine she will drink. I found a couple of wine glasses, and we sat down next to each other on the floor by the couch. Kelly put the food on plates while I opened the wine and poured some for each of us. Handing Kelly her glass, I held the glass up toward her in toast.
"To a perfect weekend, and a perfect lover," I said in toast.
Kelly clinked her glass into mine, took a drink, then leaned in and kissed me, then motioned to start eating.
Over lunch, our talk was little different than that of two old friends. We discussed the gifts we'd bought for the kids, how school was going for the ones in school, and other parent type things. There was none of the blatant sexuality that is present when Kelly and I are engaged in sexual foreplay or intercourse. Things were innocent, almost G-rated. We enjoyed the food and wine, the relaxation, and each other's company. We joked with each other, and shared a laid back hour eating.
As we were finishing up, Kelly grabbed our lists and opened them up. "Let's start cleaning up, then we have the rest of the afternoon to hang out and talk." While she took care of the dishes, I cleaned up the trash, put away the blanket, and grabbed the wine and glasses so we could have them with us while we talked. Kelly suggested we hang out in the basement where we could put the t.v. on for background noise. While she finished in the kitchen, I set up a small table with the wine and glasses in front of their sectional sofa.
Kelly joined me on the couch, sitting close enough for comfort, but far enough away so we could talk. Looking at the lists, she said, "Do you think the stuff on these lists explain why we're so sexually compatible?"
I thought about it, and said, "I'm not sure that's all of it. I have a strong sex drive, and you seem to, as well. I don't know that my relationships in the past created that sex drive. More likely they happened because of it."
"That's a good point," Kelly answered. "But how big a factor do those experiences play, now? Do they enter into your desires, your fantasies?"
"Sure, they would have to. Doesn't your past have something to do with what you like to do, now?"
"Yes, but I've never had anyone to share with, before. That changes things a great deal. I can share things with you that I would never share with Jason. And obviously, you can't tell Allison that you were sexually active with your sister. Which, by the way, totally freaks me out. Not in a bad, sense. Just that I would never have guessed that about you two."
"Probably about as quickly as I would have guessed you slept with your dad. I'm sure there is a story behind that just as there are things that explain how my sister and I became involved."
Kelly looked at me seriously, saying, "So, we both have incest in our past, and it helped shape our sex lives, today. We were both scared to death how the other would react, and it turns out our skeletons are related. But that's not all. We've both had some bisexual encounters."
"Well, I'm not sure how 'bisexual' you would call mine. I spent one night with another man, and I was on the giving end of that encounter."
"True, but it's there. You didn't hide from it, and it doesn't seem like you're afraid to experiment with anal play. And then there's the two 13-year olds you mention. How old were you when those relationships happened?"
"In my twenties for both. One was here, the other when I was in school."
"How did you possibly hook up with girls so young? Were you looking for them?"
I laughed, "Yes, I was prowling the elementary schools, picking up 6th graders." Kelly laughed, too, and I continued. "No, oddly, I met both at bars during concerts. I don't know that either had ID, as I never checked. It was only after developing the sexual relationship that I found out their ages. In each case, after I found out, I only fucked them that last time, then ended the relationships."
Kelly feigned shock, "But you DID fuck them one last time after finding out their ages?"
"They were good, Kelly. I liked both of them, but couldn't see dating someone who has to tell their parents that I'm 16 and just got my license."
Kelly sat, digesting that. Her eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "Is that why you wanted to shave my pussy?"
"No," I replied, "I wanted to do that because I like to eat clean shaven pussy. Of course, it's hard to tell if the desire for bare snatches is because of my experience with both my sister and those other young girls. None of them had any real pubic hair to speak of, at least at first."
"Do you still like young girls, whether actual teenagers or role playing? Would you fuck a tween or teenager, today, if you had the chance?"
"I think you know the answer to that. Then again, that's not the kind of opportunity that will just present itself. It's a bit risky, too."
"Tom, six weeks ago, would you have believed that you and I would be sitting here having this conversation? Particularly as part of a weekend in which you bought me sexy clothes, fucked me, and shoved your fist into my pussy? We're discussing desires here. So it's safe to say that you still have a thing for young girls, and would fuck one if you had the chance?"
"Well, it would depend on the girl. But yeah, given the chance, I'd probably be interested in and willing to fuck a young girl, even today?"
Kelly pushed the issue, asking, "How young?" Starting at fourteen, she worked her way down by year. "Thirteen," to which I nodded yes. "Twelve?" Another nod. "Eleven, ten?" Probably. "Nine?" That drew some hesitation. "I don't know," I replied, "That might be the line, but it would depend on the risks involved, and the girl."
"Tom, I know this conversation makes you nervous, and I hope you know that you can trust me. This is just between us. And just so you know, I'm getting wet thinking about it."
"Oh yeah, what about your list. We can talk about you and your dad, later, but spill the beans about this relationship you had with another woman in college. That one has me intrigued. Especially the part that includes me and the word three-way."
Kelly hesitated, then opened up. "I'm not sure how to even start. The relationship was with a girl from one of my study groups. I knew she was a lesbian, and that made me comfortable studying with her. I felt I could relax around her, not thinking about the fact that she liked women just like any boy on campus did."
Listening to her story, I had taken Kelly's hand, and scooted closer to her on the couch. "Go on, I'm interested in how that turned from study group to a sexual relationship."
"One night, we had been studying pretty hard in my room. She sensed I was getting tired and sore, and stood up to massage my back. It felt good and seemed to help, so I didn't say anything to stop her. Without my typical "guy" defenses up, she was able to get a lot further with that massage then anyone else would have. That was the start."
Just as seriously as she had quizzed me, I asked, "And it stopped there, that night?"
"Yes," replied Kelly. "Then, we would have dinner one night. Another night we wound up watching a movie in my room. That was the night we started the sexual relationship. She started giving me another massage, but a much more sensual and physical massage. Before I knew it, we were half naked, and she was massaging my tits. From there, it didn't take long for her to get between legs, eating me out. It felt so good that I did the same to her, only to find out I liked it."
"That's incredible. Thank you for sharing that. I don't have to know all the details, right now. Though I do think we'll have to share some of our stories, another time. But now, I think it's time to think about the rest of the evening. I was thinking we could have a fire out back, and see what it's like to fuck under the stars."
"Tom, we're surrounded by neighbors. Aren't you concerned about who might see us?"
"Nah. We'll wait until it's dark, and use a blanket. But one way or another, I want to fuck you in the backyard. Like you said, before, it's nobody's business. Let them see us."
Grinning with sexual lust, Kelly said, "Okay. But remember, if we get arrested, that's a night of sex you'll lose."
Taking her hand, I helped her up and led her upstairs. "Okay, then, let's try to NOT get arrested."