Hey. My name's Kim Connweller. If you mess with me, my best friend will kill you.
Yeah, sounds like all fun and games, until you meet her. Rachel is fierce. Right now she was in my kitchen, laughing with me, but get on the wrong side of her and you might as well jump off a cliff.
Though that's not unusual around here.
"So," Rachel said, getting over her fit of giggles cause by a sausage comparison, "Still in love with Jared?"
I blushed, "Of course. Not that it makes a difference, he doesn't look at me. And he's stopped showing up,"
"At school?" she asked, and I nodded, "Well that's just mean! How are you supposed to admire from afar if he's not there!"
I laughed, and cut up the peppers, throwing them in the frying pan.
"You sure you don't want me to beat some sense into him?" she asked, and I shook my head, "You're too nice for your own good,"
I shrugged, and shoved in the chicken.
"So, how's life treating you?" I asked, and she talked and talked about her life, and the latest line up of jerks she had found.
"Sometimes, Kim, I don't think I'll ever find anyone who loves me," she said, staring into space, before a wicked grin lit up her face, "But at least the sex is good,"
I groaned, knowing this was her favourite subject, and put my hands over my ears.
"But Eric was the best!" She yelled, "He had this way of touching me that just made me his sl-"
"Rachel?" A new voice boomed. I took my hands away from my ears to see Jacob in my kitchen, "What are you talking about? Who's Eric?"
There was a silence, "Well Kim," Rachel said, "I'm just going to use your shower,"
She dashed up the stairs and I heard my bathroom door slam shut. I knew she was just hiding, until Jake was gone.
"Who's Eric?" Jake asked, turning to me. I sighed and shoved a plate of tacos at him.
"She's just winding you up," I said, "Eric doesn't exist,"
He visibly relaxed, and I couldn't help but think that Rach was lucky to have a brother to look out for her, though she didn't appreciate it. I was an only child, so no-one was really very protective of me, except Rach and Jake to a certain extent.
I ate my own taco silently, and eventually Jacob left when he realized she wasn't coming out. I waited a moment after the front door shut before running up the stairs.
"He's gone," I said, thumping on the door. It opened.
"That was close,"
"Too close," I agreed, "So what are we going to do?"
"Let's go to Port Angeles," she said, "I know a guy that owns a club. They're not too fussy about ID,"
I smiled at her and went to get changed. I put on some tiny hot pants and a tank top that stopped at my belly button. I knew Rach was calling a cab, as neither of us intended to be sober.
I grabbed some money and finished my makeup. Shoving the money in my bra, I made my way down the stairs.
"You ready?" Rach asked, and I nodded, shoving on my silver pumps. Rach was wearing a dress that began just before her breasts, and ended just after her ass.
"Hey, can I have your number?" I asked, and she struck a sexy pose in my doorway.
"Sure thing babe,"
We laughed until the cab came and then we pilled in, giving him the club in Port Angeles.
"You sure girls? That's gonna cost you,"
"It's cool," I say, just wanting to get there.
Eventually we did, and paying the fee, we were inside and dancing. Rach met her friend, who explained to the barman. So we got free drinks all night. Which we took full advantage of.
"That was Eric!" She shouted to me, "The one with the hands..."
I smiled and walked towards the dance floor. I swayed my hips to the beat of the music and after a minute I felt someone press up behind me. I smiled, and ground against them. I wouldn't usually do this, as I'm not all that whorish, but this felt right.
The music stopped, and the stranger spun me around. Then I realized it wasn't a stranger at all.
"Jared!" I shrieked. And though it was barely audible over the music, he winced. He was wearing an odd expression on his face. Slightly confused, but mostly joy. He looked as though he'd just found the most precious stone on Earth.
"Kim? What are you doing here?" he asked, a slight frown appearing on his face. It was then I realized I had to look up to see him. He was HUGE.
"Jared, have you grown?" I asked, walking with him to the bar. I asked him for something very alcoholic, as I was getting increasingly nervous with him here, and drunk it in one.
"Is that alcohol?" he asked, and I shrugged. He ordered something for himself, and I realized he wouldn't need ID, he looked at least twenty five, though I knew he was only seventeen, "Kim, who are you here with?"
Right on que, Rachel popped up beside me.
"Hey babes, just checking up on you," she said, looking at Jared. Obviously she didn't recognised him as she gave me a thumbs up and dashed off again.
"Um, Rach," I said to Jared, ordering a vodka and coke. I drank this one slower, taking it over to a booth. Jared followed me.
"Do you come here often?" he asked, and I shrugged again. Everything was going slightly fuzzy, which was nice.
Jared put an arm around my shoulders, and I leant into him. I felt him kiss the top of my head, and decided this was a dream.
A couple of guys went passed, and one whistled at me, winking. I winked back, and I swear Jared growled. I turned to look at him, but all he did was tighten the arm around me, and glared at the guy until he left.
"Kim," he said, and I looked up, "Don't wink back, please,"
I frowned and sat up, shrugging away his arm. I saw the hurt pass his features.
"Jared, I'll do what I want," I said, "I'm not in a relationship,"
"Would you like to be?" He asked. I felt my jaw drop open.
"Are you asking me out?" Dream or not, this was weird.
"Kim, I'll be whatever you want me to be," he said, pulling me close. I blinked, and leant forward. His lips met mine, and I let out a small moan. I felt his hands pull my hips so I was straddling him.
I felt his tongue touch my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth immediately, wanting nothing more than to have him inside me. Though it would be better lower down...
We broke for breath and he kissed down my jaw, onto my neck.
"You're beautiful," he whispered against my skin, "You're the most beautiful girl in the world,"
I pulled his head back up to my lips, and ground myself against his erect cock. I felt him groan slightly, and did it again, needing as much friction as possible.
"Get a cab with me," I said, "My mom's on holiday,"
He helped me up, and wound an arm around my waist. We were walking out when Rach jumped in front of me.
"Erm, I'm not coming back, darling, me and Eric are going back to his," she said, and I giggled with her, giving her a hug, and walking out with Jared.
We climbed in the cab, and I let Jared deal with the driver. He settled back and I felt his eyes everywhere. I looked at him, and saw his eyes trailing my body. I shivered slightly with the thought of the fact that this boy was coming back to my house. I wasn't stupid, I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it too. His eyes snapped to my face, and he smiled. His grin was beautiful, and I reached out to touch him. My fingers came into contact with his hard chest, and his muscles relaxed under my touch.
The taxi didn't take too long, and I paid as Jared bailed out. He helped me up to the door, and I unlocked it, and stepped in.
"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked as he slammed the door with his foot.
"Oh, there is something I would very much like to eat," he said, backing me against the wall. I saw his eyes darken as the moisture in my pants pooled. Then he smirked at me, and stepped away, "Actually, maybe a glass of water," and he walked through to find the kitchen.
I caught my breath and followed him, leaning against a counter as he finished his glass.
"Is there anything that you would like, Kim?" he asked, coming closer to me. I whimpered, wanting him as close as possible, "What is it you want Kim?"
I stared up at him, and I saw the smile on his lips. He was going to make me ask, possibly beg. Well, two could play at that game.
"Oh, you know, I'm not that bothered," I said, pushing off the cabinet and walking away, "I'm open to anything," I called back.
I pulled off my tank top and hot pants, standing in my underwear, waiting for him to come through. When he did, his jaw dropped, and he fell to his knees in front of me.
"What do you want?" I asked him, grinning down at this gorgeous man in front of me, "What is it you want Jared?"
"Kim... I... you," he took a deep breath, "Kim, would you please sleep with me?"
I laughed, "Of course I will,"
I took his hand and led him up the stairs. I pulled him down on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt him stiffen and struggled to keep a straight face. I opened my eyes slowly.
"What's wrong, Jared, isn't this what you meant?" I asked innocently. He growled, and I felt myself growing wetter again. He smiled, as though he knew.
"I think we both know what we want," he whispered, kissing me softly at first, then harder. He moved so he was over me. I whimpered, wishing for him to take me. He removed my pants and bra, gazing down at my body in amazement.
I brought my lips back to his, and wound my legs around his waist.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Just do me already," I said, and he plunged into me.
I hadn't realized how big he was going to be.
"You ok?" he asked, and I nodded. He started moving inside me, and then set a steady pace, pumping in and out of me.
"Faster," I gasped, "Please,"
His pace picked up, and I felt his hands on my breasts. They pinched and rubbed at my nipples.
It felt so good, and when he slipped a hand down and squeezed my clit, I lost it.
"Jared," I gasped, and I felt fireworks go off in my belly. He pumped twice more until he found his own climax.
We lay like that for a moment, and then he moved, to lie beside me.
"Thanks," he said, and I kissed his nose.
"Any time," I said, and his eyes lit up. I closed my eyes and put my head on his shoulder. Even though I had a double bed, we were struggling for space, as he was big.
I squealed as he picked me up and dropped me on his chest.
"Ahhh," he said as he spread out on my bed. I listened to the beat of his heart, which made me sleepy.
"This is the best dream I've ever had," I mumbled.
"Kim? Do you think this is a dream?" he asked.
"Well, it's not real. And you always manage to convince me it's real, and I'll wake up,"
"So, have you had many of these dreams then?"
"Mmmm," I said, "Do you work out?" I asked, stroking his long, rounded muscles.
"Sometimes," he said, "You know, I really wish you wouldn't drink. It worries me,"
"Well, I'm going to drink. So you might as well do it with me," I said, and he chuckled.
"I guess I could keep an eye on you. So how long have you liked me?"
If it hadn't been a dream, I wouldn't have told him, "Since Kindergarten,"
"Wow. That's a long time,"
"Tell me about it,"
I looked up at his face and saw a breath taking grin spread all over it. I relaxed against him and felt his fingers stroking my hair.
"Shhh, sleep Kimmy, I'll be here in the morning,"
I closed my eyes again and felt myself drifting off into unconsciousness, feeling completely safe.