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  Kylie was kissing me back, tipping her head sideways so I could get full access to her mouth. No woman before her had tasted this sweet and my tongue plunged into her mouth. She was moaning still, her eyelids fluttering as she kissed me back and her hands travelled up and down my arms.

  Scooping her by her waist, I lifted her up from her chair and it crashed backwards to the floor. Gently, and pulling my lips away from her mouth, I placed her on her desk and stepped away from her. Her eyelids were heavy and her pupils were glazed. She was breathing heavily as she sat there, slightly in shock and with her freckled cheeks flushed.

  “I’m going to rip your clothes,” I told her in a deep grumbling voice and I thought she would object. Instead, she thrust her breasts out towards me, inviting me to do what I had just threatened her with. I had to force my hands to stop shaking as I reached for the V neck collar of her scrub-shirt. I clutched it then ripped, the cloth came apart easily and I pulled it down till it fell away. She was in a thin blue cotton shirt. Her breasts were as large as I imagined them, nearly popping open the buttons on her shirt. I grabbed the collar and started pulling it apart too.

  Kylie gasped when her body was revealed to me. She was in a sexy white lace bra, through which I could see the pale pink outlines of her nipples, they were standing up erect now. Our eyes met and I noticed how her lips were hanging open again, she was in a sort of daze, just like I was.

  “I want to see you naked,” I mumbled under my breath and then she reached for the clasps on her back. I watched in absolute awe as her bra came away and fell down to her waist. Her deliciously full breasts bounced into view, her thick nipples were achingly erect and yearning for my mouth. She was sitting on the desk, her legs dangling off the edge and she had pressed her thighs together.

  I stepped towards her, placing my hands on her thighs. Her body shuddered from my touch and I pushed her legs apart. Now I could wedge myself between her thighs and I pressed my throbbing erect cock to her warm pussy. I could feel the wetness spreading, through my jeans, through her pants.

  Kylie arched her back away from me, tipping her head back so that her tight blond curls fell down like a gorgeous golden waterfall behind her. Her breasts were presented upwards now to me and I had no choice but to reach for them.

  I held her by her bare waist with one hand, pulling her closer to me. And my other hand reached for her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it and directing her nipple to my mouth. When I started sucking on it, she moaned again. She shuddered. She tasted almost fruity as I sucked, toying with her nipple with my tongue. Sucking, nibbling, lapping at her skin like a hungry dog. I wanted to taste every inch of her body and her breasts were a good place to start.

  Kylie wriggled with pleasure in my arms. Her hands reached for my head and she weaved her fingers through my hair, holding me in position while I remained latched on to her breast.

  “Oh, my God…” she breathed in a hoarse whisper as I continued to suck, slowly and tenderly. I had never wanted to take this much time to taste a woman before. Even though I knew we didn’t have much time, I was in no rush.

  When I finally broke away from her nipple, I watched her as she kept her eyes closed, still moving sensually in my arms.

  “You’re fucking delicious, Kylie. Just like I imagined you,” I said and a flicker of a smile entered her eyes. She wasn’t saying much, she was just trying to communicate with her eyes.

  I touched her flat belly tenderly, feeling the softness of her skin as my fingers trailed down her torso till I reached the elastic of her pants. She gasped again, from the anticipation of having me inside her. And once again, when I looked at her face, I realized that I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted more than just a quick fuck. I wanted this to last forever! Fuck! What was happening to me!

  I dug my fingers down her pants, inside her lace panties till I had reached the hot swollen entrance between her legs. She was slippery wet and throbbing and Kylie moaned again. Her clit was already swollen, her folds were juicy and sticky and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking her.

  She moved in my arms again, closing her eyes quickly shut as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her hands were gripping my shoulders, like she was afraid she would fall over.

  “I want to watch you come,” I said, staring at her and Kylie’s eyes flew open. For a moment, she looked like she was frightened. Like she didn’t know what would happen if she had an orgasm in front of me, but then she bit down on her bottom lip. She was telling me she was ready.

  My cock was already prepared to explode. I could feel it tenting in my jeans, struggling to be exposed, to feel the soft flesh of her pussy tightly around it. But instead, I slipped my forefinger into her and Kylie gasped again. Her nails dug into the flesh of my back as she pressed herself more closely to me.

  Both our breathing was heavy and mingled as I thrust my finger deeper and deeper inside her. She was tight and juicy and I could feel her body shuddering. With my thumb, I kept stroking her clit to submission, while my forefinger slid in and out of her. Kylie was moaning now, trying to muffle her sounds by biting down on her lip. Her breasts bounced with my every thrust and I didn’t stop.

  Soon, my middle finger joined the other one, and I pumped into her with force. She might have seemed delicate and soft on the outside, but I could already tell that Kylie Aston liked it rough. She was enjoying my fingers plowing into her and she moved her hips to match my rhythm. I kept my eyes on her. I wanted to see every second of her orgasm taking over and from the way her eyes looked, how her body shook…I could tell that it wasn’t too far away.

  “Come for me, princess,” I said, leaning into her ear. When she heard my voice this time, her breathing became harder. It was obvious that she was losing her self control. Her clit throbbed under my thumb and I kept stroking her, deep inside her pussy, searching for that spot in her which would finally trigger her orgasm.

  I nibbled on her earlobe and breathed in the citrus scent of her shampoo. She moved and moaned till a sudden cry escaped her lips. She was about to come.

  I moved so that I could look into her face as she came. Kylie was clinging on to me tightly as her body shook with spasms. I could feel her juices dribbling out of her and pooling in my palm, staining her panties and pants. She was orgasming with force, biting down on her lip, the veins on her neck popping up as she tried to control her screams.

  Kylie was gorgeous when she orgasmed and I could feel myself growing addicted to that glazed pleasured expression on her face. I wanted more. It hadn’t even ended yet and I already wanted to see it again. I hadn’t met a more polite and kind girl before and yet, she was a fox when it came to sex.

  I didn’t stop stroking her clit or her pussy till her breathing finally began to subside. When her eyes flew open, she smiled…a half dangling smile like she wasn’t sure of what had happened in the last few minutes.

  I could feel her juices sticking to my fingers and slowly I started extracting my hand out of her pants.

  Immediately, Kylie looked embarrassed. That courageous expression on her face, which I’d seen when I had my hands inside her pants; had disappeared. She was embarrassed of what she had just allowed me to do.

  I stepped away from her, thrusting my sticky hands into the pocket of my jacket. I watched her as she quickly started putting her bra back on, and then her shirt.

  “You uniform is ruined,” I said, following her every graceful movement with my eyes. Kylie blushed again, and kept her eyes averted.

  “I have a pile of them in my locker. It’ll be fine,” she said, in a soft gentle voice. Her legs were still dangling off the edge of her desk, and I wondered if anyone would know that she had just had sex in her office.

  We had spoken so little before this. I hardly knew her at all and I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. In these situations, I usually just left or made sure the girl left as soon as I had come. But in this case, I hadn’t come and I didn’t just want to leave. Everything about being with Kylie
was different and new and strange to me.

  When she was dressed, our eyes met again. She jumped off the desk and ran a hand quickly through her messed up curls.

  “Do you know PJ’s?” I said, before I could stop myself.

  “The bar?” she asked, a look of surprise had entered her eyes.

  “Yeah. I’ll meet you there at eight,” I said and I turned and walked to the door. She hadn’t said anything, but I could sense that she was staring at my back.

  If she didn’t want to see me again, I didn’t want to hear the words.

  I unlocked the door and walked out of the physical therapy room. The hallway was deserted enough, and only the friendly receptionist smiled at me distractedly but I didn’t smile back. I was still reeling from the effect that Kylie’s orgasm had on me.

  Outside the building, I felt the hard strain on my pants and I tried to adjust myself. My cock moved angrily in my pants.

  Shit.

  I should have just taken her when I had the chance.

  CHAPTER 7

  Kylie

  I walked around the physical therapy room for several minutes, feeling jittery and confused about what had just happened. I had just had an orgasm. With a stranger! And there was no preparation, no warning. It had simply happened. Hunter had casually walked back into my office and ripped my clothes off and made me come. It was as simple as that and yet it was full of complications. I was not prepared for the way I was now feeling.

  The trouble was that I hadn’t felt so alive in months…maybe years. I could feel the adrenaline coursing wildly through my veins. I had wanted him to return. When he left with Marco to drop him to the group meeting, I had felt miserable to watch him leave. I wanted to avoid him. I didn’t want anything to do with him and yet I had felt withdrawals the moment he left the room.

  When he returned, it felt like my heart had leapt out of my chest. The moment he walked in, I knew what was going to happen. And even though I didn’t know it, I was ready. In those moments, there was nothing I wanted more than to sleep with him. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and when I came, it felt like a mini explosion inside me. Finally, I felt fulfilled. Like I had been waiting for this all my life. And now that it was over, I wanted more. I wanted him inside me, the whole of him…not just his fingers.

  But I also knew it was wrong. This was going against every plan that I had made for myself. Sleeping with a stranger, and a stranger who looked and behaved the way Hunter did; meant breaking all the rules. As a mother, I had responsibilities and my biggest responsibility was to keep Carter safe. Being with someone like Hunter, even just having sex with him…meant that I was toying with my life and my sanity, which would mean toying with Carter’s too. I couldn’t just allow this to happen.

  Still in a daze, I started packing up for the day. In the locker, I discarded of the ripped scrubs and freshened up. I stared at myself in the small square mirror in the locker. What did he see in me? Why had he returned? I was just an ordinary girl, working an ordinary job and I had been in an ugly uniform the whole time. Why was Hunter interested in sleeping with me when I knew that he could have any woman in the world? I had seen first-hand the effect he had on Michelle. I knew the effect he was capable of having on any hot-blooded woman. Why me?

  I left the VA building, saying my goodbyes to my colleagues, and silently got into my car. I had to drive to the daycare and pick up Carter. On the way, I still couldn’t stop thinking about Hunter and what had happened. It was so uncharacteristic of me. Doing something this spontaneous was a thing of my past. Those actions had their consequences. It was exactly things like these that had led to my relationship with Tony and I wanted to avoid something like that from happening again, with a different man.

  With my thoughts in a tizzy still, I tried concentrating on the road when a gang of four motorcyclists rode noisily by. That was the tipping point. It was exactly the reminder I needed of the life I had left behind. Tony was like them and I was pretty sure Hunter belonged to that crowd too. I could smell it off him.

  I could recall every detail of my short-lived life with Tony. How rude and rowdy and violent he was, just like all his friends. I had no idea what kind of work they did, how they made their living…because Tony didn’t really discuss his life with me much. But he didn’t have to. I had a pretty good idea of what they were involved in. Trading drugs, weapons, violence, women…those were the things I was sure their lives were about. It was what made Tony the way he was. It was what made him treat me like I was his property. They had no respect for women, just like Tony had no respect for me.

  I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove towards the daycare. Flashbacks of my life with Tony were streaming through my mind. I had managed to get away from that life in the nick of time. Before he had any more control over me or Carter. Seeing Hunter again, spending any more time with him would mean going down that road again.

  It shouldn’t have mattered how good he made me feel. It shouldn’t have mattered how safe and protected I felt around him. The truth was that bringing Carter back into that world again would only lead to disaster and I couldn’t do that to my son, not for the sake of my own short-lived pleasures.

  I stopped with a screech outside the daycare, just as Joan walked out with a firm hand holding Carter’s.

  “Mommy!” he screeched as he ran towards me and I jumped out of my car to bring in him for a hug. I nuzzled his hair, stroked his back and cradled him in my arms. I needed this. I needed to feel his touch to remind me of the life I was supposed to lead. There was no place for Hunter in our small world, and if I knew what was good for us, I shouldn’t be going to PJ’s that evening.

  “You are happy mommy,” Carter said pulling away from me. He was smiling and staring deep into my eyes, excited to see me again. He was right though, I was happy today. Despite how confused and anxious I was feeling, Hunter had put me on top of the world.

  ***

  “Are you sure you don’t mind, Julia?” I said to our seventeen-year-old neighbor. Julia and Carter were on the floor of our small living room, with the TV on mute in front of them and Carter’s toys spread all over the floor.

  I was fixing a pair of sparkling small earrings on my ear lobes, watching them keenly. Julia was good with Carter, and she sometimes babysat him when I had emergency shifts at the VA in the evenings.

  “Of course not, Kylie. You need to get out more often. Have some fun,” Julia smiled at me, studying me from head to toe as I walked around the kitchen. I was making sure that there was enough food for them for the night.

  “You’re going on a date!” she declared and when I met her eyes, I couldn’t help but grin. I was excited to see Hunter again. As much as I had tried to convince myself that this was a bad decision, I hadn’t been able to control the urge of seeing him. I was curious about my attraction to him. I wanted to see what he was like away from Marco…in a less professional environment.

  “Yeah, I am,” I said and Julia seemed as excited as I was.

  “You should tell me all about him when you come back,” she said and I blushed as I checked Tupperware for leftover pasta.

  “There’s food for both of you, and Carter needs to be in bed by seven thirty,” I said to Julia and in a loud enough voice for my son to hear me too. He pouted but I knew he would listen. Carter was a good boy and I knew I was lucky to have him as a son.

  “Don’t worry about the time, Kylie, seriously. I don’t mind staying the night,” Julia said and when I looked at her, her eyes were sparkling.

  “That won’t be necessary. I’ll be back by eleven,” I said to her with a wave of my hand and walked back to my bedroom to give myself the once-over.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had dressed up like this. I hadn’t gone on a date in four years and I was beginning to feel nervous. Was this even a date to begin with? I twirled around in front of the mirror a few times and felt silly afterwards. Would he even notice what I was wearing?
/>   I’d put on a short black dress that clung tightly to my body and revealed my legs. Matching black stilettos to go with it, and a silver clutch.

  Would he notice the trouble I’d taken with my hair and makeup? I left my curls hanging loose around my shoulders and they delicately framed my face. I’d chosen a muted pink lipstick and a smoky-eye look. Now I was worried that I had overdone it. This was just a regular bar where locals from the neighborhood hung out. I would stand out like a sore thumb in a place like that, dressed like this. Hunter would know instantly that I had gone out of my way to look nice for him and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know that. The purpose of meeting him tonight was to just figure out what I wanted. I was just curious, I told myself.

  I picked up a tissue paper from the dressing table and I was just about to dab it around my eyes to take the makeup off when I heard Julia’s voice.

  “You look beautiful, Kylie, leave it on. He’ll be floored”

  I turned to her, slightly embarrassed that she had caught me staring at myself in the mirror. Besides, what did she know about serious grown up dates? She was nine years younger than me, a teenager and I knew exactly what that felt like. My teenage years were full of bad decisions.

  “Thank you, Julia,” I said to her nonetheless and she smiled and then walked into my bedroom.

  Out of the blue, Julia threw her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug.

  “You work too hard, Kylie, and I’ve never seen you take any time out for yourself. You deserve this. Try and have some fun tonight. Whoever this guy is, I hope he knows how lucky he is,” she said and I smiled at her. Maybe she wasn’t as silly or immature as I was at her age, after all. I was glad we had her as our neighbor. I was the one who was lucky.

  “I hope you and Carter have fun too. You can reach me on my cellphone, I’ll keep an eye on it the whole night,” I said and picked up my clutch off the bed.