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Naughty Neighbors - Sleep Over - Kendra POV
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Naughty Neighbors - Sleep Over - Kendra POV Kendra was happy to have the house to herself. It was so rare an occurrence where she felt like Kendra and not “Mom” or “Mrs. Williams”. She stood there, in their walk-in closet, wearing just her bra and thong trying to decide which dress to wear to the bar Sarah and Jeanie kept raving about. Why not be a little sassy tonight she mused and suddenly she knew just what to wear. She hadn’t had an excuse to wear this dress since Pete’s work’s dinner party two years ago. She swung the bottom of the dress out and gave it a look over before picking up the hanger off the rack. Looking at it, she was excited about being able to wear it again. The lush royal blue sleeveless party dress with peek-a-boo cut out was sexy and classy. Stepping over to her rack of shoes she picked out her noir lace-up gladiator peep-toe sandals with two-inch heels. She loves how this outfit made her feel. She couldn’t wait to slither into this luscious second skin. Now for the accessories, she thought. At first, she figured she would stick with her diamond stud earrings for a sense of refinement but where she was going to keep her hair down she figured something with some length would be fun. Next, she wanted something sparkly and bold. Contemplating a necklace she decided she would go without so it wouldn’t compete with her cleavage. Opening one of the drawers Kendra looked over the assortment of bracelets and accessories and decided on a pair of gold and silver bangles, her gold watch and a pair of ‘dangly’ earrings, as Pete called them. The routine of hair, make up, and just getting ready in general was old habit. Taking her zip up ribbon, she feeds the safety pin thru the eye of the dress’ zipper and closed the pin. Stepping into her dress, she could feel an attitude wrap itself around her. Pulling the dress up over her curves was liberating. There was no hint of Mrs. Williams or Mom in this dress, this was all Kendra. Reaching behind, she grabbed the safety pin ribbon and zipped up her dress. She had no idea what she would have done without that life hack all these years, it made wearing dresses so much easier. She contemplated taking the safety pin off but instead tucked the ribbon down the back of her dress because she didn’t want to wrestle with her dress when she got home tonight. Running her hands down her body smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress she couldn’t help but wonder if men ever feel sexy just by getting dressed. There was something about feeling and looking good and somewhat intoxicating knowing some heads will turn simply because she walked past them. She readjusted the dress and fidgeted with her breasts until everything was settled and aligned they way they should be. She slipped into her heels and slid the bangles onto her wrists and switched out her stud earring for the pair she picked out. Walking over to the full-length mirror she actually enjoyed the light clattering of the silver and gold bands. She took a look in the full-length mirror and something just didn’t seem right. She twisted her wrists quickly and decided the bangles were just too much. She slid the bangles off her wrists as she walked back over to her vanity and instead picked up the gold watch. Clasping the watch on her wrist she took another look in the full-length mirror. She looked and felt sexy and sultry. Tonight she wasn’t some married suburban house mom, or semi-retired owner / businesswoman, tonight she was all woman. Kendra was in the process of tidying up, when the doorbell rang. Kendra had wanted to lay out the nightgown she was going to wear to bed, so it was one less thing she had to do when she got home, but was forced to go answer the door. She checked her watch, the driver was early. She did a quick mirror check and couldn’t help run her hands down over the dress smoothing out any tiny wrinkles. Her hips instinctively wiggled ever so slightly as her hands ran over them. Not only did she feel sexy, she felt sexy to the touch. Tonight was going to be a long overdue evening. The night of Kendra she thought and chuckled to herself. Grabbing her purse she quickly made her way downstairs. Forever the social butterfly Kendra couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her driver. The twenty or so minute ride was spent learning how Steve was doing this as a second gig to save money to buy an engagement ring for his boyfriend. How Steve met Dominic at a concert and it was love at first sight. Kendra gave him her company’s business card in the event Dominic said “Yes” and they were looking for a new place together. Arriving at the bar she tapped her phone to pay the fare along with a decent tip, and shut the car door behind her. As she showed her license to the security guard at the door, she felt his eyes linger over her silhouette and curves a bit longer than he did most others. There was a subtle rush or empowerment she felt knowing this security guard was taking extra time checking her out, not because his job required him to, but that his basic animal instinct was to savor the sight of her. Making her way inside Kendra saw how busy the place was. The bar had a definite buzz to it and was impressed the music upstairs didn’t interfere with the fun of the bar downstairs. It didn't take long for Kendra to get the rather cute bartender’s attention. She ordered one of the special fusion drinks and was on her way upstairs in just a few minutes. She had no doubt she would find Sarah and Jeanie dancing up a storm. They had both found freedom, and maybe a bit too much freedom since both their divorces were finalized. The lights, music, and the amount of people just letting loose was a definite sign it was Friday night and people were ready to start the weekend. It didn't take long to find Sarah and Jeanie. They sat and drank their drinks for several minutes until Jeanie squealed at the song selection of the live entertainment. They followed Jeanie out on the dance floor and let the music wash over them like rain and course through their veins. Kendra felt a connection to the past. It had been forever since she danced. She felt young and free. It wasn’t long before the ladies drew the attention of wolves on the prowl. Song after song, suitors of all shapes and sizes tried to work their way into the ladies circle in a wanton scheme to work into them. Jeanie couldn’t help but to flirt and grind up to the most recent beautiful piece of meat that danced too close for acceptable social standards. Jeanie’s sexual awakening had blossomed over the past several months. It had been nearly two years since the divorce, over three since the separation. Tonight was as much as having fun with the girls as it was in hopes of finding a delicious tryst to appease her ever growing hunger. Kendra enjoyed seeing Jeanie breakout from the confined shell she had lived in for the past eleven years. She also worried about Jeanie and hoped she was being careful. Sex and emotions are two ingredients that could easily lead to the other. Sex rarely ever was “just sex”. Kendra knew her public image was one of refined beauty and elegance, and that her friends would never suspect let alone understand her and Pete’s open marriage. She knew first hand how casual sex could easily lead to something more unexpectedly. Hell her world changed seven years ago when she has her new neighbors over for supper that first night they moved in and she hadn’t even slept with him. Sex can lead to emotions, and emotions can lead to the desire of sex being a manifestation of those emotions. It all was a delicate balance. What wasn’t a delicate balance was the paws that were suddenly grabbing her hips. She smiled as she turned around to greet her unsolicited suitor. Holding up her left hand she twisted the wedding band on her finger as a polite ‘back off’. In a semi-petulant manner, the without a bone held up his hands as if it was a half hearted apology. The smile on her face hid the anger burning inside her at this man sized boy’s attitude. She turned to face him. Leaning in closer to him to make sure he could hear her over the music she wanted to make sure she had his attention. His eyes were laser focused on her breasts and peek-a-boo cleavage and she pulled her fingers up from her chest to her face leading his vision to where it needed to be. “You know, you would have much better luck if you actually introduced yourself to the lady BEFORE you put your hands on her. Dancing is not consent.” His face barely hid the bitter snarl his lips wanted to form. He muttered “bitch” as he turned and disappeared into the forest of people. Hell, that was worth getting dressed up and going out, she thought. The little man couldn’t think with the right head and he was going to remember that bitch that put him in his place for once. That thought tickled her to her core as she turned back to her friends and danced to the beats and sounds of the music. The ladies found a table as the band took a break between sets. Kendra decided to brave the bathroom while Jeanie went to get some more drinks. The bathroom was actually really good for a club and she didn't have to wait more than five minutes to actually use it. Washing her hands and drying them off she made her way past the line that had grown longer than when she went in. She had no longer sat down it seemed and heard Jeanie’s man meat blabber on about his less than enlightened look at politics before she was being dragged out to the dance floor. She took a quick drink and had to shake the taste from her mouth. The drink was way too strong and Kendra was glad she only had one quick drink of it as she was pulled out onto the dance floor. It wasn’t long before Kendra had to sit down because of a growing headache. Sitting down at their table the sights and sounds of the club seemed to blend together. It became harder and harder for Kendra to focus on anything let alone see Jeanie grinding on her new playtoy. The flashing lights and the feel of the bass thumping against her skin made her belly queasy. Something was off and she needed to go home. The girls were having too much fun and there was only one person besides Pete she would trust with something like this. She fumbled around in her clutch for her phone. Everything was harder. Blurry vision, disorienting lights, marbled sounds, delayed reactions and poor motor skills all plagued her effort to corral her phone. Finally able to hold the phone, she tried to focus her eyes and pressed the contact number. She didn't want to admit to herself she was a little scared and found herself thinking, please be there I really need you right now. The phone picked up and before they could say anything she blurted out “J”...there was no sound on the other end of the line. “It’s K. Something’s wrong, I don’t....something doesn’t feel right.” she couldn't tell if she was slurring her words or if her hearing was just off. She hoped she didn't sound pathetic or scared, the last thing she wanted to do was to have him think less of her. Then again she knew he wouldn’t but that fear still lingered. She tried to make out what she could and started looking around the dance floor for some guy named Pete when Jackson let her know it was the bartender downstairs. She tried to navigate the crowd and the noise and do as J asked. She bumped into a few people as she had a hard time walking. Informing J she had flagged down the cute bartender. She was suddenly so very tired and rested her arm and then her head on her arm, on the bar top as the cute bartender talked on her phone. To her surprise, there was J standing before her and she was filled with energy and excitement about the fun they could both have dancing the night away to the house band playing upstairs. “J!” she yelled. Reaching out to him. “dance with me sweetie.” Jackson’s hand was tender and unyielding. “K. I need to take you home” She wanted to really vamp up this playful chance, “Whoooah slow down sailor.” She continued to wiggle and dance while holding his hand, trying to entice him to dance. She was a little disheartened he didn’t seem to want to dance with her her or respond to her playful flirt. He continued to hold her hand, but didn't budge. “K” She was up to the challenge to make him let her in and have a good night while they were both out on the town. She gave her best pouty look, letting her body and face beg for his compliance better than any words could. Something in the way he said her name made it easy to tell that Jackson was serious and concerned. She still pulled at his hand wanting to take him to the dance floor, she wanted to feel him against her. Two moving as one. Yes, she definitely wanted that. She watched him sign the letter K and knew he was serious. They both only used this silent communication to check in with each other when one really needed some help at a party but couldn’t ask for it. “It’s time to go home.” She was trying to think of how to sign the letter j to tell her she did need some help but her head was so foggy she couldn’t quite think straight. Suddenly realizing how in trouble she was and how awful the night could have been, she threw herself into her hero’s arms. She squeezed him tight out of a need for safety and joy at the amount of knowing how much he cared. His arms slowly cocooned her from the world and she buried her face into his shoulder. His voice was low and soothing. “It’s ok K, I got you, I got you.” She pressed as tightly against him as she could. She needed to feel safe, and as always, when she truly needed something, J was there for her. She needed that feeling for a few moments more. She slowly let go and magically her hand fit into his. In this brief breath of time, she would follow this man and do anything he wanted. The lights and sounds of the bar were muffled in her head, as if she was listening to the world from under water. She tried her best to keep her swaying balance as her equilibrium rocked back and forth like a teeter-totter. Jackson’s hand was her guiding force. Somehow she found herself sitting down in the front seat of J’s car. She got a blast of how good he smelled as he leaned over her and buckled her seatbelt. She was so tired and sick to her stomach. Jackson was saying something as she felt herself drink from whatever was in her hand. Suddenly it was gone from her hand. Her mind couldn’t quite recognize what the sound of the car starting was. Leaning her head against the window all she could sense was the way her body seemed to vibrate. Her whole body seemed in turmoil until she felt his hand on her’s. “Am here K, we are on the way home, what’s wrong.” The touch of his hand and how the concern in his voice touched her heart, she felt the urge to confess. “I don’t feel good.” Her eyes remained closed as the world was just too much to experience right now, she could still feel his caring concern. “I know K, you’ll be home soon. And I will be right there with you.” She turned her head towards where she thought he was and smiled before letting her head rest against the side of the car. The word home seemed to come from Jackson’s mouth but didn't fully register. She was so tired she just wanted to stay here and rest. She could sense her body being manipulated, but everything felt so heavy and dead she just let the world happen. A sudden sense of comfort filled her as the warmth of a body cradled and protected her. Her head fits perfectly against his shoulder and let her hand rest against his chest. She could feel her dream was with J. She couldn't quite make out what he kept mumbling but felt as if he was carrying her away to some hidden lovers spot. Feeling him carry her up the hillside, shimmy through the path between the tall oak trees until he set her down on the soft meadow. The two worlds of the meadow and her bedroom collided as the knots in her stomach started to spasm. She bolted to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time as her body heaved and expelled. After the first round finished she could hear and feel Jackson’s comforting words and touch. She felt so embarrassed he would see her so drunk and have to be there while she threw up. Remnants of mint hung in her mouth as the sound of the toilet helped her to her feet. She was back in the meadow as the tall grass beckoned her to lay down and sleep in the warmth of the spring sun. She could feel Jackson’s presence but was just in such a haze all she wanted to do was lay down. Feeling Jackson’s presence leave her she reached out and grasped the wrist of the legacy memory of him. She needed to feel safe and asked the memory to stay. The soft depression of the bed beside her was a welcome addition to the desolate island she had been on. His skin felt so good against her. Curling into his arms her head found the perfect spot upon his shoulder and chest. Her hand meanders and explored his chest as her eyes remained heavy. With every breath, she inhaled him. It was foreign and familiar all at once. She pressed in closer needing more of her to be able to feel this dream. She felt how her breasts pressed and rested against this corporal dream’s side. How his arm shielded the world from her and welcomed her in. Turning into him more, her leg slide up and down the power stored within his thighs. Just the sensation of their skin touching was delicious and when her leg found the most comfortable spot she felt protected and safe. She held onto this dream as sleep overtook her. The relaxing peace she felt before now seemed like the dream had evaporated into the ether. What it left behind in the wake of feeling welcomed and wanted was a sense of need. The meadow she had been laying in had now turned in a giant king sized mahogany four poster bed, regal sheets and gossamer curtains. She wanted to be the queen and the damsel. The dream path she took made her want to feel her knight’s aggressive primal desire. Save me, claim me her body screamed. His hands held her shoulders down as his blue eyes pinned her in place. This was no place for chivalry she pleaded, please J lose control show me what you hide away. She moaned out loud as she felt the full weight of his body compressing her as his kiss was drenched in lust. His lips mashed with hers in a frenzied quest for each other. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and force him into her she needed all of him. His usually tender hands held her captive as his lips left hers and drank passion from her tender neck. Her knight released one arm and she grabbed the back of his head as his hand squeezed her breast. His thumb running up the slope of her breast until he held he nipple captive. The electric current surged through her body as the mild pain was the euphoric rush. Her back arched as his lips took her nipple into his mouth and felt the pull his lips could generate. His lips pulled and tugged at her relentlessly as his other hand released her shoulder and slid down her body until he found out just how wet she was. She groaned as two of his fingers pushed their way inside her. His fingers thrashing in and out of her at a fervent pace. Her consciousness was asleep but her mind and body felt alive. Her hand slid down on top of his urging him on. Yes, she needed more. She tried to roll over on top of him, be his queen. Instead, she found herself on her side. She barely had time to moan as her body clamped down on him as his hardened desired stretched and filled her in the most intimate way. They moved together and her hand coiled in the bedsheet as she felt herself shudder as muscles contracted, spasmed, and quivered. Her skin was slick with passion and sweat. Exhausted and sated she fell into the void where her body shut down and would not stir until it was time to wake. Waking up in the middle of the bed, to the semi familiar scent of Jackson, confused Kendra’s foggy mind more than the normal unsettling routine of waking up. Sitting up her head starts to pound and vibrate like some sound amp at a rock show. Last night was all such an unknown. She was pretty sure she had gone out dancing with Sarah and Jeanie but that’s basically where her memory ends. There was something about Jackson, maybe? Her head just couldn’t focus or remember. At least her eyes were able to focus, as the early morning sun poked past her blinds. It took her mind several tangents to piece together why the house was so quiet and why she was alone in bed, Pete and the boys were on their trip. She notices a glass of ice water sweating on Pete’s bedside table. The post-it note with the words Drink Me scribbled on it was a bit perplexing to her. The words and the water made her realize she must have swallowed a pound of sand last night by the way her mouth and throat felt. she scooted over to Pete’s side of the bed and grabbed the glass of water off the coaster, noticing there was a second post-it note on top of the bedside table. Take Me apparently referred to two aspirin laying on top of the post-it note. She was very thankful for those with the way her head felt. She hadn’t felt this hungover in over a decade, heck not since before the boys. Rubbing her forehead and temples Kendra tried to piece together the night before, but nothing came. All she could remember was that dream she had. The dream had seemed so real, but she knew it couldn’t have been because she didn’t feel that delicious kind of sore. If anything she was feeling even friskier than normal. For a moment her mind struggled with how she kept getting that subtle reminder of Jackson’s scent, but the thought disappeared as quickly and randomly as it had arrived. It was then she noticed that all the other pillows from the bed had been propped up behind her. This morning was making no sense at all. Maybe. a shower would help wake her up and jog her memory. Jog, oh I am so not going for my walk today chimed her rambling mind. Kendra realized first she needed to go pee and maybe shower and coffee, or coffee then shower. The sudden snore she heard coming from the bottom of the bed made Kendra practically leap out of bed as instincts, rather than logic controlled her reactions. She cautiously went around toward the end of the bed and peeked to see what caused that sound. She was relieved and further confused at why Jackson was at the end of her bed. She walked around to get a better look and maybe find some clues to what the heck was going on. There he laid curled up on his side in nothing but a pair of shorts and socks. He had turned a towel into a makeshift pillow and seemed to be sleeping soundly. She took a moment and watched him. He was so very cute like this she thought. She could feel the frisky creeping up in her as she suddenly wanted to feel his half naked frame pressed against her. To understand the feel of his bare skin against her. Her sojourn into the erotic was derailed by the question as to why was J half naked at the end of my bed? Kendra fidgeted with her bra as the leap had made it shift and it was pinching. Question number two occurred to her, why did she go to bed wearing one of her good bras last night. That was about the time she looked down and realized exactly where Jackson’s shirt had gone and why she kept getting faint whiffs of him. Questions started to pile up, like how on earth did I end up in J’s shirt, what exactly happened last night and why can’t I remember. This was all too much this early in the morning she thought. On top of that, she really needed to go pee now but didn’t want to use her bathroom with J right there. Kendra grabbed the folded piece of paper with Read Me scribbled on the front and quietly made her way out of the bedroom. She instinctively cringed a little bit as the bedroom door creaked as she was pulling it to a nearly shut position. She made her way down to the boys’ bathroom. Jackson was sleeping and the bathroom was far enough away that even if Jackson was awake he wouldn’t have been able to hear her pee, but that didn’t stop Kendra from running the faucet just in case. Several moments passed before she cursed herself. Why on earth was the only part of her that was shy was her bladder? She took a deep breath and listened to the water. She opened up the folded up piece of paper with the Read Me on the back of it. Jackson had left the note to briefly explain the situation and apologized profusely about everything and went on to explain how she ended up in his shirt. He specifically called out how he put the shirt on over the dress before helping her out of her dress and he didn't see anything or do anything inappropriate. She could almost hear his nervous and apologetic tone in his writing. She never once doubted J was anything less than a gentleman, he definitely wouldn't have slept on the floor all night if he had done anything. Her mind relaxed and the faint aroma of Jackson lifted up off his shirt and into her awareness. It was part of the frisky feelings she had but a small part of he had wished she had woke up next to Jackson, part of her wished that dream had been real. Finishing up in the bathroom she was her hands and headed back down the hall. The bedroom door was open and the bed was made, but Jackson was nowhere to be found. Making her way down the stairs she could hear Jackson moving in time with the melodic sounds of morning in the kitchen. There was a boyish charm to how nervous J sometimes got when it was just the two of them. Kendra could always just tell how J felt, there was an unspoken connection between the two of them and maybe that was part of the attraction to him. Everyone saw what he did not who he was. She saw the sweet, almost shy, side that everyone else did. But most people only saw that part of him. They didn't see the raging passion fire that continuously burned inside him. They didn't see the fear not being noble and sacrifice he put himself through as if it were some sort of penance. There were so many layers hidden behind that face that brandished a smile as easily as the sun rises in the East. Even if Jackie had never told her, those first few weeks they knew each other about Jackson attraction to her and that why he may come across as shy or nervous around her, Kendra already could see that. She somehow felt like she had known J for years they moment they had met. He was so much more complex in his simplicity than any man she had ever met. He was part sweetheart, part lost puppy, part lion in sheep’s clothing, and part modern remnant of Renaissance and chivalry. There had been so many moments between the two of them that to him probably just seemed natural things to do had forever endeared him to her. There she finds him, shirtless gathering things about the kitchen when he must have been so tired and uncomfortable. Through it all, he had put her needs above his own. The dream lingered in her thoughts because it had felt so real, she wanted it to be real. She wanted it to be real and to do it again. Sitting there she crossed her legs as se feel the heat of wanton desire well back up again. She couldn’t push away the thought of finally feeling Jackson stretching her just right. She wanted to know the type of lover he was. She wanted to look into those eyes of his feeling and piercing his soul, as his body claimed hers. She was willing to bet every last dollar he was an attentive lover. The way he always did the busy work at parties, even if they weren’t his and Jackie’s party. He was always kind of a wallflower and would quietly go around picking up after everyone while everyone else was having fun. He was either very timid and attentive or he must be the perfect alpha that just took and claimed his prey. The sudden thought and image of Jackson bending her over the table right here right now were so intense it made her whole body come alive. Her heart skipped a beat as her toes and fingers tingled and curled at the thought of him pulling her hair and just fucking her like some primitive caveman would. That his need for her let loose his id and the civilized man devolved into a seething bundle of energy and lust. Would this shy man ever become the hungry hunter. Right now she ached to be his prize.Just rip your shirt off me and fuck me like there is no tomorrow, her body and mind screamed. Kendra cleared her throat and took a sip of her coffee as her body tried to hide its sudden ache of needing to feel him. “So what are your plans today?” “Oh I have to mow and Jackie left me a honey-do list that should take me till mid afternoon to finish. Then who knows. How ‘bout you?” Kendra was having some fun watching him subtly squirm. He was trying to hide it but him sitting there bare chested in just his shorts and her in his t-shirt was definitely making him uncomfortable. It was adorable, and she hated to admit it but flattering, because she knew his reserved nature and his obvious attraction to her sometimes made him self-conscious around her. But he was always there when she needed him. It wasn't arrogance or vanity in the way she saw herself with men. Most boys growing up, and men later on, always saw the pretty face or “great tits” but kind of lost the woman within the body. In a sharp moment of self-clarity, she realized that maybe that’s why sometimes she liked dressing in such a seductive manner. She did love the attention but it might have been a defense mechanism to filter out those who only saw her body and not her. Jackson was never once, one of “those” guys. Taking another sip of her coffee, she smiled at Jackson. She had to hide the smirk behind her mug as she watched him smile in return while averting his eyes. There was that subtle micro expression. That almost schoolyard, boyish charm of his was endearing and addictive. The blush that appeared and disappeared in a fraction of a blink of the eye. That uneasiness of not exactly sure what to do when a pretty girl paid him any attention. It was endearing, adorable and honestly made her feel like she wanted to be the one to corrupt him. Jackson wasn’t the prettiest, or sexiest man she had ever met, but he was the sweetest and most real. He was so reserved almost to the point of being shy. The more he tried to hide in plain sight the more of him she had seen over the years. The one that quietly went around parties, even ones he didn't host, and quietly picked up and made sure everyone had what they needed whether it was a drink or a slice of birthday cake, or whatever. He had become a quiet constant in Kendra’s life, never asking for anything but always there ready to give. Her mind quickly let that thought trail into the gutter with the theory at how he was probably that way in bed. How attentive, selfless and giving he probably was. She had a vision of seeing him looking up at her from his knees. She bit her lips as the thought of feeling his lips upon her bare thighs coursed electricity through her body. Kendra nodded in agreement to whatever Jackson was saying but all she could see was how his lips moved. She could almost feel them between her thighs as she imagined running her fingers through his hair. Feeling him bury his face between her thighs as she stood there in the kitchen with him.Those soft kissable lips learning her body completely focused on her. Kendra swallowed hard as she felt his tongue find her for the first time. Her hand instinctively grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face to exactly where she needed him.God yes he was attentive and selfless as he knelt there moaning at the sweet savory delight of tasting her. Not just tasting her she thought, but consuming her and not stopping until she came, imagining hearing his delight in her sweet reward for his service to her. Would that appease the inner beast she saw inside this sweet man before her. Would she need more, would she have to be the tigress that claims him to make him hers. Would taking her break something inside his hardened exterior and bring out the primal caveman in him. Yes, would he bend her over the counter and pull her hair as he pounded her into submission. The size of him stretching and filling her to the point she had to swing her leg onto the counter for that delicate combination of needing more space while allowing him deeper access till she squeezed him so tight she could feel his cock twitch and erupt inside her. Kendra tried to stop her mind from wandering and refocus on the reality of now. Her body made her aptly aware of just how lost in her mind she had been. She could feel the wetness and heat she had generated imagining having Jackson’s handsome face right there. Her nipples ached and felt like marbled pebbles, but was hoping between the bra and the flow of his shirt, it wasn’t noticeable. Then again part of her did want it to be noticeable, more important part of her wanted Jackson to notice and approve. Jackson’s voice broke her train of thought. “Would you like some more coffee?” “No I am good thanks” Kendra tried not to chuckle since it should have been her asking him. He was sitting down and she was literally now leaning against the counter right there next to the coffee maker. She watched him nervously take a sip of his coffee and look in the bottom of his mug for something to say or do. It was flattering how awkward and nervous J sometimes got around her, but she also had a twinge of sadness at that piece of himself he always held back from everyone. She didn’t want to be everyone else to him, he was so special to her. It was odd but she saw J and Jackie as two sides of the same coin, the proverbial Jackie’s yin to his yang. Yet with J she always felt they were two puzzle pieces that fit together. Kendra felt a flash of heat wash over her as the thought of J fitting inside her just right as those two pieces fit just right to make one complete piece. She tried to push that thought aside since her body was already turned on. Why was she so horny this morning? Kendra realized J was looking at her and apparently had asked her something. “I’m sorry hun, what?!” She saw that little twinkle in his eyes that usually no one else ever cared to notice. Just so happened, that twinkle would blink every time she called him hun. She figured he didn’t want to like being called hun, but she knew it made him smile on the inside, which was exactly why she did it. Try as he might to hide himself from everyone else and shy away from the spotlight, she always saw him. She saw what a good man he was and how he always seemed to put others first. There was something about him, a kindred spirit. But also seeing everything behind that impenetrable wall and wishing he could see what she had seen in him since that first time they met when she invited them over for supper that first night. Jackson’s words actually registered this time and she had the ability to actually answer. “My head is pounding, and I’m a bit groggy but doing ok. What exactly happened last night?” Kendra felt a slight pang in her chest as she watched the concern weigh upon his shoulders as she J seemed to struggle and try to think of the words before saying them. Flashes of the night popped into her stream of consciousness like microwave popcorn first starting to pop, randomly and erratically. His face didn’t show any of his emotions except concern, but she could just feel him. It was strange, she had noticed it and felt it ever since he did that cute little routine with his boys after supper that first night. There was a connection that they had that she couldn’t quite explain. It had only grown stronger over these years. J was truly concerned like any friend would be. She could sense his embarrassment, sitting there exposed to her gave her a sense of closeness most never really knew of him. He was a different person when they were together, he seemed more comfortable and yet so uneasy with her more than everyone else. She always assumed it was that comfort and vulnerability that sometimes made him nervous. She had seen him without a shirt dozens of times, heck he has been in this very kitchen without a shirt after a swim in the pool. It was the intimacy of morning coffee that seemed to make him try to hide his fidgeting. “Did you carry me inside last night?” She thought she saw some micro expression flash across his face. It wasn’t fear per se she thought, almost like he didn't want to embarrass her. “I helped you inside” Looking directly at Jackson, she saw the answer on his face but for some reason, she wasn’t sure of, needed to hear him say it. “Did you did carry me in right or did I imagine that.” J seemed to be purposely avoiding eye contact and she really wanted to see his answer in the pools of oceanic blue. His voice was soft and low and it started to trail off. “Yeah I carried you, you couldn't really walk it was nothing, just trying to help. I...I’m sorry.” J would be the only person she knew that would apologize for helping. She really wanted to comfort and thank him. She wanted to jump into his arms, give him a peck on the cheek and give her big teddy bear a huge hug. The sudden flash of what she really wanted, flushed her cool skin with a white hot intensity. She wanted to tackle him, straddle him right here on the kitchen floor and fuck him like there was no tomorrow. She wanted to feel his hands and lips on her breasts as her hips rode and ground into him. She wanted to give him all of her and take him as hers. Kendra was suddenly aware at just how horny she was this morning. She had to fidget and rub her thighs to quell the ache that was building inside her. Jackson seemed to get even more uncomfortable and shift in his seat. Could he tell how horny she was or was it something else? “Jackson...J” Jackson interrupted. “K...you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me I would prefer if it was me that was uncomfortable. Please, I should go and start my chores.” Kendra was saddened by the tone in his voice, he seemed beyond embarrassed and was pulling away from her. There was an ominous sense she got, the he wasn't pulling away just in the moment, but permanently. She took two quick steps forward and placed her hand on top of his hand. There was a rush of excitement and comfort in the feel of him. She felt him soften to her touch before logic and the nervous guilt kicked in. She wrapped her arms around him as she stepped into his space. Her eyes closed momentarily as she felt his arms welcome her in. She leaned into him more and felt his brain start to take over his body as he tried to wiggle away. Kendra simply held on tighter not letting him deny them this moment. She needed to thank him as much as she needed to show him she was here to stay. That he couldn't resurrect those ramparts he used to keep everyone away from the true J. She wanted him to feel and understand how good they felt together, that he was safe to be him, with her. He needed to know how much she meant to him and how a few moments in his arms, filled her whole day with joy. He tried to stop hugging in a vain attempt to escape, but she wasn’t going to let go. Eventually, he embraced the embrace and they stood there silently as one. She slowly dragged her fingernails over the back of his head and immediately felt his body react. There was no resistance in the gym shorts he was wearing. She could tell he was embarrassed, or knowing J, probably felt guilty for being human and having natural desires. He tried to pull away but she didn’t let him. She held him close and savored every nano second she could feel his arousal. Part of her wanted him to just pull down those shorts, push her panties to the side and fuck her right there in the kitchen like her desire was on an endless loop. She ached to feel his cock inside her, needing to feel that connected to her knight in shining armor and have him act like a biker bad boy. She didn't care how or where, bend her over the counter, push her down to the floor, take her on the kitchen table. She needed to know him in the sense in only two lovers truly did, She didn't just want his cock, which felt so glorious against her in this moment, she needed all of him inside her. She needed to feel him forever part of her. He continued to try and break the hug but Kendra held on tight. He could wiggle, he could relax his arms in a nonverbal queue he was done all he wanted to, but she wasn’t letting him go. He didn’t know Kendra and Jackie had talked about all this over two years ago, and he didn’t need to know that yet. Kendra just needed to feel him close in this moment. “You’re the only one I would have trusted with something like this J.” Her words were nearly muffled as she buried her face into his chest and spoke into his shoulder. “You have always been there for me, even in the times you never knew how much I needed you. You have always been my hero in one way or another. I can’t begin to express how thankful I am to have you as my best friend hun.” She could hear the stained glass falling off his exterior veneer and shattering all around them. He stopped trying to squirm his way out of the hug and simply pulled her into him. She felt a warmth overtake her as his resistance turned to welcoming and protection. There they stood for what seemed like a million heartbeats. The world had long disappeared and she felt as if, J had finally let her in, even if just for these moments. Slowly the hug dissipated and they returned to the real world. Keeping her hand on J’s chest she looked up into his eyes. She smiled as she thanked him once again. She placed a small peck on his cheek before settling back down off her tippy-toes. “I know you have a bunch of stuff you need to do today and I don’t want to keep you but I had to say thank you. Jackie wanted me to make you dinner tonight. Something about not wanting all the mac and cheese gone or something? “ Kendra kind of shrugged at that one figuring it was an inside joke or something. “What would you like for dinner? I can make you something or we could just order a pizza and watch a movie. You wanted to see that new Tom Hanks one right?” She could tell Jackson hadn’t quite bounced back to reality yet and was still catching up, waiting for the words to register in his brain. “Uh, um, no, no. Pizza is fine and you don’t have to go to any trouble, you don’t need to have to entertain me I can find something.” Running her finger down his arm she could hear and feel the crackle of electricity surging like a tesla coil. “I’d have to answer to Jackie if I didn’t have dinner with you tonight and no one wants to face that little spitfire’s reckoning now do they. Besides I need to properly thank you for being such a gentleman and being my best friend after last night. Won’t you let me do that for you hun?” She delighted once again in seeing that flash of satisfaction Jackson got every time she called him hun. “Ok what time should I come over? Is there anything I should bring? Want me to run to the store and pick up something.” Kendra chuckled. “Hun it’s not exactly me having dinner for you if you do all the work. We’ll just do pizza, beer, and a movie. Bring your swim shorts if you want we can go swimming later if you want. Just dress in some shorts and a t. Ok? Nothing fancy just your normal weekend stuff, not your dress shorts, just be you. Come over whenever I’ll have the pizza here at 6:30.” She watched him blink several times as if she had somehow overloaded him and his brain was rebooting. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute he was being. “Ok, I just come on over whenever then.” Jackson slowly made his way to the door and Kendra followed. “See you later hun, thank you for everything.” “See you soon K, thank you.” She shut the door as he walked across the driveway and onto his lawn. Time to use her newest purple bullet. She desperately needed relief and planned on keeping J’s shirt on the whole time. She was going to be seeing him in just a few minutes. Maybe the sounds of his mowing will drown out the sound of her playing, At this point, she didn’t care as she quickly climbed the stairs. She slipped out of her panties as she made her way to her bedside drawer. She got a full blast of J’s scent as she pulled his shirt up off over her head. A rush of freedom was felt as she unhooked and removed that infernal torture device most call a bra. She felt J’s soft strong hands flow over her skin as she put his shirt back on. As she laid down she could feel his presence there with her. She had been wet since she woke with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Closing her eyes the purple bullet began to purr. There were those blue eyes of his looking up at her from between her thighs. She felt his tongue touch her just so and she couldn’t temper that initial loud moan. Her free hand clutched and squeezed her breast as an intense wave of delight jolted through her. “J” she cried out. She was primed and ready. This wasn’t going to take long. She needed the release. Question was, how many times would she feel Jackson bring her over the edge this morning. |
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Kendra's version of the night is purposely a bit rough and disjointed (though hopefully not too much that it's hard to follow) to help show how she didn't have the ability to process and have a true viewpoint (since it was taken from her). Hope you enjoy her view on the night (and more importantly the morning)
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