Sexual Healing - A Kay and Reese Interlude - Part One - Uncertain
"Kay don't."
She looked into Reese's eyes, unsure of what she had done wrong. Drawing her hand back, she put it in her lap. "What did I do?" she asked.
"Nothing." Passionate in his answer, he leaned forward to give her a small kiss on the nose. It was a mere peck of friendship, not of seduction. He knew he had to turn her away. Damn, he really must be out of his mind, Reese thought to himself. "I just...I don't want you to do something that you'll later regret."
"I won't regret it."
He eyed her carefully, wondering if she really meant the words or her anger at the situation with Miguel was driving this insanity. But as his gaze fell down to her hand, the same one she had wanted to touch him with, and he saw Miguel's ring on her finger, just taunting him, he knew she would regret anything that happened tonight. "Maybe I should get us some drinks," he spoke, lifting out of the chair. When she vaulted over his legs, essentially pinning him down in place, he gave her a look as if to ask if she was of sane mind. Of course, he already knew she wasn't.
"I don't want a drink Reese." Kay stared him down, trying to get him to look at her and not past her. "I want to make love..." She stopped at seeing a look of bitterness wash over his face. "What?"
"You don't want to be with me Kay." He knew his voice was louder than necessary, but he didn't know how else to get her to hear what he was saying. "This is just some ploy to get Miguel back. You'll sleep with his best friend, he'll somehow find out, and then he'll get jealous. Wham! You're back with him faster than that," he snapped his fingers. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you honestly think I don't know what's going on here?"
She shook her head, denying his words. "That's not what this is, Reese. Miguel and I are over! How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Reese almost wanted to laugh. Point out the obvious. But he wouldn't disrespect her like that. For some odd reason, Kay could hurt him a thousand and one times over and he'd still forgive her for it. His fault, not hers. Picking her off his lap, he set her over as he stood up. "Let me get us some drinks." Walking into his kitchen, he turned on the lights before moving to the fridge and pulling the door open. He heard her footsteps behind him, but didn't turn until he had two cans of soda in his hand. They both fell to the floor when he saw her.
"Is this what it will take, Reese? Huh?" Kay reached behind her to unhook the bra she wore, the cups falling away as the garment fell to the tiled floor. "Are you interested now?"
Was he ever. His most frequent wet dream come to fruition. Kay Bennett, the girl he had loved for half a lifetime, stood in his kitchen. Naked. Well, half naked, he corrected himself. But he couldn't take advantage of the situation, of her. Hell, she was probably half drunk, stripping like this. At least, he hoped she was. That would be a better explanation of her behavior rather than her wanting to actually be with him. "Kay, put your clothes back on." He turned, probably the hardest decision of his life so far, and fumbled in the cabinet for some glasses. Finally getting a handle on two, he set them on the counter before turning to pick up the fallen cans, averting his gaze the whole time.
As he methodically, and carefully, opened the cans and poured the liquid contents into the two empty glasses, he heard some shuffling behind him. Hoping she had taken his suggestion and was putting on her clothes, he grabbed the two glasses before turning around again. This time, he managed to keep a grip on the items he held, how, he wasn't sure. Instead of putting on her clothes, she had shed the blue linen skirt that complimented her long gone sweater. Okay, maybe this was his best wet dream come to life. "Uh..."
Kay walked forward, nervous, but trying to push that aside. Taking the two glasses out of his hands and setting them behind him, she leaned into his body. "I know you want this Reese. And I want it to. I want you."
What was this, Reese wondered wildly as the scent of lilac drifted in the air. Was God punishing him for something? Yeah right. You think God punishes people with naked women in their kitchens? Get real! Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked down to see Kay rubbing her hands down his chest. He stirred in his pants and a soft groan escaped his lips as her hand went under his shirt, the touch of her palm hot against his quivering stomach. "Kay," he whispered, his eyes half dipped as he stared down at her. He had to keep a hold on his emotions. He couldn't let her do this; wouldn't let her do this.
"Make love to me Reese," she whispered into his ear.
"No." Another groan. Damn, but he was losing this one fast. To be honest, he didn't even think he was fighting it anymore. Her body was so close and she was willing... Shaking his head, he repeated his answer more strongly, at least to his own ears it sounded that way. It probably wasn't.
"Yes, Reese. You want me. I know you do." She pressed her body fully against his; thigh to thigh, hip to hip, chest to chest. "God, Reese, you're making me so hot."
His head lulled back. "I haven't even touched you," he barely managed. "And unless you want me to, I would suggest you remove yourself from the situation. I don't think I can last much longer."
"Yeah?"
She sounded more amused than anything and Reese had to laugh at that. "Yeah," he whispered in return.
"Good." Grabbing his head with both hands, she pulled his mouth down to hers, their lips meeting in a kiss. She had to give it to him; he put up a good fight in keeping his lips locked. But as she began to lick at them, biting him, tasting him with her tongue, she knew he was gone. With a short groan, his hands came up to break hold of hers as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Surprised, she almost stepped back, broke the kiss, until the languid rhythm of his mouth mating with hers entranced her. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She felt out of breath yet needed more at the same time. Pulling him closer, the continued to share kisses, long, and wet, and sweet, so sweet, she thought she would die right there.
Breaking away, Reese looked down at Kay's flushed lips. They were pink and wet and that was all because of him. Looking into her eyes, he saw an uncertainty that wasn't there before. So, she was unsure of it, now, he wondered to himself. Or maybe... He looked deeper, and though he saw her uncertainty, there were other emotions there as well. Excitement, fear, and most humbling of all, trust. She trusted him; she always had. Their friendship was one thing that had stood the test of time. But he needed her to understand that taking this step, they were moving themselves into un- chartered waters. She could fuck him tonight and not ever speak to him again. And though that maybe all right with her, he knew it wasn't with him. He valued her friendship. "Kay," he began.
"Don't." She stopped him, the word clip as it escaped her mouth. Licking her lips, she tasted him there, and she felt a warm sense of content flow through her body. "Don't deny me Reese."
"I never could," he honestly replied. And as shocked as he felt at his submission to something that was wrong, he was glad he didn't have to fight his feelings anymore. The woman he had always wanted, had dreamed of for years, would finally be his tonight. As he leaned over to take her lips in another kiss, he promised himself that he would make it a night that she would never forget.
"Kay don't."
She looked into Reese's eyes, unsure of what she had done wrong. Drawing her hand back, she put it in her lap. "What did I do?" she asked.
"Nothing." Passionate in his answer, he leaned forward to give her a small kiss on the nose. It was a mere peck of friendship, not of seduction. He knew he had to turn her away. Damn, he really must be out of his mind, Reese thought to himself. "I just...I don't want you to do something that you'll later regret."
"I won't regret it."
He eyed her carefully, wondering if she really meant the words or her anger at the situation with Miguel was driving this insanity. But as his gaze fell down to her hand, the same one she had wanted to touch him with, and he saw Miguel's ring on her finger, just taunting him, he knew she would regret anything that happened tonight. "Maybe I should get us some drinks," he spoke, lifting out of the chair. When she vaulted over his legs, essentially pinning him down in place, he gave her a look as if to ask if she was of sane mind. Of course, he already knew she wasn't.
"I don't want a drink Reese." Kay stared him down, trying to get him to look at her and not past her. "I want to make love..." She stopped at seeing a look of bitterness wash over his face. "What?"
"You don't want to be with me Kay." He knew his voice was louder than necessary, but he didn't know how else to get her to hear what he was saying. "This is just some ploy to get Miguel back. You'll sleep with his best friend, he'll somehow find out, and then he'll get jealous. Wham! You're back with him faster than that," he snapped his fingers. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you honestly think I don't know what's going on here?"
She shook her head, denying his words. "That's not what this is, Reese. Miguel and I are over! How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Reese almost wanted to laugh. Point out the obvious. But he wouldn't disrespect her like that. For some odd reason, Kay could hurt him a thousand and one times over and he'd still forgive her for it. His fault, not hers. Picking her off his lap, he set her over as he stood up. "Let me get us some drinks." Walking into his kitchen, he turned on the lights before moving to the fridge and pulling the door open. He heard her footsteps behind him, but didn't turn until he had two cans of soda in his hand. They both fell to the floor when he saw her.
"Is this what it will take, Reese? Huh?" Kay reached behind her to unhook the bra she wore, the cups falling away as the garment fell to the tiled floor. "Are you interested now?"
Was he ever. His most frequent wet dream come to fruition. Kay Bennett, the girl he had loved for half a lifetime, stood in his kitchen. Naked. Well, half naked, he corrected himself. But he couldn't take advantage of the situation, of her. Hell, she was probably half drunk, stripping like this. At least, he hoped she was. That would be a better explanation of her behavior rather than her wanting to actually be with him. "Kay, put your clothes back on." He turned, probably the hardest decision of his life so far, and fumbled in the cabinet for some glasses. Finally getting a handle on two, he set them on the counter before turning to pick up the fallen cans, averting his gaze the whole time.
As he methodically, and carefully, opened the cans and poured the liquid contents into the two empty glasses, he heard some shuffling behind him. Hoping she had taken his suggestion and was putting on her clothes, he grabbed the two glasses before turning around again. This time, he managed to keep a grip on the items he held, how, he wasn't sure. Instead of putting on her clothes, she had shed the blue linen skirt that complimented her long gone sweater. Okay, maybe this was his best wet dream come to life. "Uh..."
Kay walked forward, nervous, but trying to push that aside. Taking the two glasses out of his hands and setting them behind him, she leaned into his body. "I know you want this Reese. And I want it to. I want you."
What was this, Reese wondered wildly as the scent of lilac drifted in the air. Was God punishing him for something? Yeah right. You think God punishes people with naked women in their kitchens? Get real! Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked down to see Kay rubbing her hands down his chest. He stirred in his pants and a soft groan escaped his lips as her hand went under his shirt, the touch of her palm hot against his quivering stomach. "Kay," he whispered, his eyes half dipped as he stared down at her. He had to keep a hold on his emotions. He couldn't let her do this; wouldn't let her do this.
"Make love to me Reese," she whispered into his ear.
"No." Another groan. Damn, but he was losing this one fast. To be honest, he didn't even think he was fighting it anymore. Her body was so close and she was willing... Shaking his head, he repeated his answer more strongly, at least to his own ears it sounded that way. It probably wasn't.
"Yes, Reese. You want me. I know you do." She pressed her body fully against his; thigh to thigh, hip to hip, chest to chest. "God, Reese, you're making me so hot."
His head lulled back. "I haven't even touched you," he barely managed. "And unless you want me to, I would suggest you remove yourself from the situation. I don't think I can last much longer."
"Yeah?"
She sounded more amused than anything and Reese had to laugh at that. "Yeah," he whispered in return.
"Good." Grabbing his head with both hands, she pulled his mouth down to hers, their lips meeting in a kiss. She had to give it to him; he put up a good fight in keeping his lips locked. But as she began to lick at them, biting him, tasting him with her tongue, she knew he was gone. With a short groan, his hands came up to break hold of hers as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Surprised, she almost stepped back, broke the kiss, until the languid rhythm of his mouth mating with hers entranced her. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She felt out of breath yet needed more at the same time. Pulling him closer, the continued to share kisses, long, and wet, and sweet, so sweet, she thought she would die right there.
Breaking away, Reese looked down at Kay's flushed lips. They were pink and wet and that was all because of him. Looking into her eyes, he saw an uncertainty that wasn't there before. So, she was unsure of it, now, he wondered to himself. Or maybe... He looked deeper, and though he saw her uncertainty, there were other emotions there as well. Excitement, fear, and most humbling of all, trust. She trusted him; she always had. Their friendship was one thing that had stood the test of time. But he needed her to understand that taking this step, they were moving themselves into un- chartered waters. She could fuck him tonight and not ever speak to him again. And though that maybe all right with her, he knew it wasn't with him. He valued her friendship. "Kay," he began.
"Don't." She stopped him, the word clip as it escaped her mouth. Licking her lips, she tasted him there, and she felt a warm sense of content flow through her body. "Don't deny me Reese."
"I never could," he honestly replied. And as shocked as he felt at his submission to something that was wrong, he was glad he didn't have to fight his feelings anymore. The woman he had always wanted, had dreamed of for years, would finally be his tonight. As he leaned over to take her lips in another kiss, he promised himself that he would make it a night that she would never forget.