Author: SirAeghann
The living room had a fireplace in the middle of the left wall and a closet door just before the hallway on the right. He could see the open door to the bathroom and the closed doors to the two bedrooms. The television was above the fireplace in place of a mirror, and the sofa that faced it was L-shaped, also acting as a divider between the living room and kitchen area.
"I hope you like chicken thighs." Kelly said as she set the wine on the counter. The stove timer told Arthur they still had a few minutes. "Would you like something to drink while we wait? You like whiskey, right?"
"Uh... yeah." Arthur nodded. Again, surprised that she recalled what he'd told her on their first date.
"Ice?" Kelly asked as she moved about the kitchen while Arthur stood near the table, not sure what to offer to help.
"Yeah, one or two." Arthur said. "Do you need any help? I can-"
"No. Please, take a seat on the sofa. I meant to finish this before you got here, but I didn't get the timing right." Kelly gestured toward the large overstuffed gray sofa.
Arthur nodded and moved toward it. He sat, but he felt guilty. "You sure there's nothing I can do to help?"
"I appreciate it." Kelly said as she came out of the kitchen carrying a glass with two ice cubes and half-full of whiskey. She placed it in his hand with a smile. "But stay out of my kitchen." She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment and then laughed. "So, how have you been?"
"Since this morning?" Arthur asked with a slight chuckle.
"In general, I suppose." Kelly asked as she sat on the perpendicular section of the couch, toward its far end, so she was closer to the fireplace and practically across from him. She crossed her legs and folded her hands over her knees.
"Good." Arthur nodded. "Been pretty busy with class, work, the usual."
"You're in the grad program, right?" Kelly asked.
"Well, it's sort of like a merged Grad/Undergrad program, but yes, I'll have my MBA by the end of it all." Arthur nodded.
"And what do you hope to do with it?" Kelly asked. "When you're done with school?"
"Get a job managing somebody else's business." Arthur answered with a slight smirk. "I'll probably end up in someone's financial department keeping their books straight and crunching their numbers."
"I always enjoyed Math." Kelly said with a slight smile. "I know you're supposed to hate it, but I never did."
"Ah, then clearly, you've never tried accounting math. It's a special kind that makes everyday math seem fun and uncomplicated." Arthur chuckled, then took a sip of his whiskey. It was good. Maker's Mark, if he had to guess. He wasn't a whiskey expert but knew a few brands by taste. "This is good, thank you." He raised the glass to her. She smiled in response and smoothed her skirt.
"Is that anything like Engineer math? I hear that's a bear too." Kelly straightened a little.
"I wouldn't know." Arthur shrugged. "Are you learning Engineer math?"
"No. My roommate's boyfriend complains about it a lot." Kelly shook her head. "As a soon-to-be Elementary school teacher, all they teach me is elementary math. Maybe that's why I don't hate it."
"Or maybe you just like math." Arthur shrugged. "That's okay too."
Kelly smiled.
"Is your practicum starting next semester?" Arthur asked.
"No, practicum started this semester with a few of my other classes. Student teaching starts next semester. So I'll be in the classroom, learning on the job, as it were." Kelly sounded thoughtful by the time she finished speaking but didn't reveal what she was thinking about beyond the words she'd already spoken. Arthur was about to ask her about it when the timer on the stove went off.
Kelly smiled and clapped her hands. "Dinner's ready." She said with a nod. "Do you like cauliflower, by the way?"
"I do." Arthur nodded. "You know me. I eat healthy."
Kelly smiled. "Good. I do too." She stopped at the edge of the kitchen and picked up an apron hanging on the hook. Arthur stood as if he were going to help, but she pointed to the table and said "take a seat, mister."
Arthur nodded and took a seat. Kelly came over to the table, moved the napkins on the plates to the side, then took up the plates, returned a minute later, and placed them down. She put one in front of Arthur and one on her side of the table. The food smelled great, and the plate was full. They each had two chicken thighs that looked herb-roasted to perfection, accompanied by a stir-fry of vegetables she must've been keeping warm in the oven and paired with the white whine he'd brought.
He heard her take the bottle from the bucket and open the cork. He looked up to see her pouring it into two wine glasses. Then she returned to the table sans apron and placed those in their places. He thought she was going to sit down, but she strode away, struck a match, lit the two candles on either side of them, and dimmed the apartment lights. It made for a rather romantic atmosphere. The only thing missing was-
Instrumental music started playing low from a speaker somewhere. Arthur looked around, but Kelly caught his attention as she came to the table and took her seat across from him. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary, obviously pleased with how the meal had turned out and that everything had gone to plan.
"This is all really impressive." Arthur said with a smile evident in his tone. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, though."
"No trouble." Kelly assured him. "I wanted to do this, remember?"
"Yeah." Arthur agreed. "I just feel kinda useless."
"You can help me with dessert." Kelly assured him. "I promise." She smiled. "And you have to pick the movie for after dinner, remember?"
"Right." Arthur nodded. "Any preferences?"
"I feel like something romantic might be appropriate." Kelly said with a smirk. "But I'm sure I'll like whatever you pick. I'm not that picky."
Arthur nodded. He felt a little out of place, even though he was dressed as nicely as she was. This whole evening had been her idea, and he went along with it and was having fun. It was a little unusual, but that was what made it fun. It was unique. And honestly, she did look amazing. Still, the thought of Selene came to his mind unbidden, and after a few bites of the delicious chicken from his fork, he felt like he had to address it.
"Kelly..." Arthur started.
"Yes?" Kelly asked, looking up. "What is it? Is something wrong with your chicken?"
"What?" Arthur asked, confused for a second. "No, not at all." He shook his head as his brain caught up to what she'd asked. "It's delicious."
"Oh, good." Kelly visibly relaxed. "It's a recipe I hadn't tried before, and I was nervous because I haven't really cooked like this in a while. My mom and I used to cook together all the time. I've flown solo, so to speak, a few times now, but not all that often." She said hurriedly.
"It's delicious." Arthur assured her. "I just wanted to ask, uh... with the wine, and the dinner, and the dressing up-"
"Are you weirded out by it?" Kelly asked. "I just thought it might be fun. I've had this dress for a while, and I've never had an excuse to wear it, and then I thought I might wear it out on a date with you, but then I invited you here to Netflix and chill, but I thought we could spice it up a little. Did I make it weird?"
"No, no- wait, to Netflix and chill?" Arthur was suddenly jolted in his train of thought from reassuring her to curiosity about what she'd said.
Kelly's blush was possibly the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Her breasts pushed against her sweetheart neckline as she took a deep breath, and Arthur looked back down to his plate to keep from leering.
"Yeah." Kelly admitted after a few moments of silence. "Did you not get that?"
"I did not." Arthur admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. "It makes sense now that you point it out, I guess. I just... wasn't thinking about it like that. I was thinking of it as a second date kind of thing. You know?"
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "So you don't want to Netflix and chill?"
"I did not say that." Arthur said immediately, which prompted Kelly to laugh. Arthur laughed too, and they fell into silence once more.
"So..." Kelly gestured.
"So...?" Arthur asked.
"What did you want to ask me?" Kelly asked as she stabbed some vegetables with her fork.
"Oh." Arthur nodded. "Right." He, too, stabbed some vegetables with his fork but paused before he raised it to his mouth. "I guess I just wanted to know what you wanted out of... this." He gestured to himself and then to her with his free hand.
"Out of dating you?" Kelly asked.
"Well, I mean, yeah." Arthur nodded. "I mean, I wasn't sure what you wanted. If you were thinking of it as if we were just going on dates, or if we were dating, or... what you were thinking."
"You mean, do I think we're exclusive?" Kelly asked for clarification. "Oh my god, did a guy just bring up The What Are We To Each Other Talk before the girl did? Is that a thing that happens?" She laughed and shook her head, then lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a drink.
"I uh-" Arthur started but stopped when she put her glass down and looked at him.
"Look." Kelly started. "I'll be honest with you. I like you."
Arthur nodded. That was a good thing, right?
"I like you a lot." She assured him. "But the timing... is not great for me. I'm super slammed this semester, and as much as I enjoy going on dates with you, I don't think I have the time in my schedule for a boyfriend. So if you're okay keeping things casual... then so am I."
"When you say casual..." Arthur hesitated.
"I mean, I intend to have fun. It's my last semester for it. And I want to have fun with you." She assured him. "But if you're looking for a full-time girlfriend, or want to get engaged before I graduate like a surprising amount of the other seniors, then I don't think this will work out. For now, if you want things to work out between us, we have to keep things casual. At least until after I graduate." She hesitated momentarily as if that were the end of her prepared speech. Her next question was deflated by comparison. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah." Arthur nodded. "It's okay. I just want to make sure we're on the same page."
"You're okay with keeping things light and casual?" Kelly asked.
"Yeah." Arthur nodded. "I think that's probably best on my end too, but I wanted to talk to you about it. I wanted to know if you wanted to be exclusive, more serious, or keep things casual."
"Oh?" Kelly asked, suddenly slightly more alert than she had been a moment ago. "I guess that makes sense. If we're keeping things light and casual, I guess we're not exclusive."
"Is that okay?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah. I just hadn't considered it. I should have. That was dumb." Kelly shook her head. "Of course, you have other girls you're interested in."
"You're the only one I asked out." Arthur corrected her. "But a few have asked me out, and I didn't want to go out with them if you wanted to be exclusive."
"So you would turn them down if I said so?" Kelly asked.
Arthur hesitated, but looking up and into her eyes, he felt compelled to answer. "Yes."
She seemed surprised but did her best to hide it with her napkin. She dabbed the corners of her lips and then returned to eating, lifting her fork from the plate with a medley of vegetables.
"Well." She said after a moment. "Who is my competition?"
Arthur chuckled and shook his head. "I thought you wanted to keep things casual?" He asked. "Do I get to ask about my competition?"
Kelly frowned. "I don't think you'll have any. You're the only guy to ask me out the entire time I've been here."
It was Arthur's turn to look surprised. "That can't be true."
Kelly shrugged and looked down at her plate. "I'm not saying I haven't..." She seemed to hesitate to find the right word and, like most people discussing sex, decided on a sports analogy. "...played the field." She explained. "But mostly that was just tinder dates, hookups, parties, that kind of thing. I had one girl go out with me a few times back in sophomore year, but she ended up getting back together with her ex."
Arthur nodded and kept eating.
"You took that really well." Kelly commented.
"Took what really well? Keeping things casual?"
"No. Me being bi." Kelly explained.
"Oh, well, it's not a big deal, right? I know a lot of bi, gay, lesbian, queer, trans, and even some plus people." He tried to make a joke, which worked to a certain extent. Kelly laughed. "It comes with the territory when you do theater, I think."
"I see." Kelly nodded. "It doesn't bother you then?"
"Well, I'm a little worried that I have twice the competition you do if we decide to become exclusive." He admitted. He took a sip of his wine and then shrugged. "But no, it doesn't bother me. Why should it?"
"It weirds some guys out." Kelly explained. "Or they're afraid I'm secretly a lesbian and just aren't ready to admit it. Or they immediately think that I'll be down for a threesome with the hot girl they really like just because I'm bi."
"You are the hot girl I really like." Arthur shrugged. "Not that I wouldn't be down for a threesome if you wanted one, just to be clear, but it wasn't my first thought. My first thought was: wow. I'm fortunate no one's swept you off your feet yet."
Kelly smirked and shook her head. "Now you're picturing me in a threesome because I mentioned it."
Arthur slowly shook his head. "No... of course not." He said in a dramatically overacted fashion that Kelly couldn't help but laugh at and toss her napkin at him for it. He caught it and offered it back to her.
"It really is okay." He assured her. "It's good."
"Good." Kelly smirked and went back to her wine.
Silence passed between them for a few minutes, punctuated only by the shifting between eating and drinking.
"So..." Arthur broke the silence gently. "How was your week?"
"It was busy." Kelly said honestly. "Practicum has me running a little ragged, and I've got lesson plans to write this weekend."
"Sounds stressful." Arthur sympathized.
"It is, but what else is new?" She shrugged, which Arthur couldn't help but notice did amazing things to that sweetheart neckline. They chewed in companionable silence for a few minutes more before she asked: "So what did you want out of dating me? Another notch in your belt?"
"Excuse me?" Arthur asked.
"Sorry. That was rude of me." Kelly apologized. "I only meant to tease you."
"You're not a notch in my belt, Kelly." Arthur shook his head. "You're the first girl I asked out when I started dating again. Technically, you're the only girl I asked out when I started dating again." He laughed slightly. "The others asked me." He explained.
"Ah, so my competition takes the initiative." Kelly raised her eyebrow. "Good to know." She shook her head. "So, why did you ask me out? If you've got girls chasing you already?" Kelly asked.
"Because I've had a crush on you for years, and after Lori dumped me and transferred, I thought if I was going to date again, I should at least try and have the courage to go after someone I really liked." Arthur admitted it with as much honesty as he could muster. He couldn't judge the effect right away since Kelly looked down at her plate rather than at him when he looked up.
"Really?" Kelly asked softly, almost surprised.
"Uh..." Arthur paused. "Yeah." He finally agreed. "You're sweet, funny, we have a lot of the same interests, and you're hands down the hottest woman I know. I figured I had to take a shot."
Kelly smiled and finally looked up at him. Her green eyes had a fire in them when she locked eyes with him. It was an intense look, and Arthur wasn't sure how to react.
"I've had a crush on you for a while too." Kelly admitted. "I like watching you work out at the gym." She smirked. "Hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind." He assured her. "I check you out from time to time too."
"I know." Kelly smirked but continued eating. It wasn't long before they'd cleaned their plates, and Kelly stood and reached across the table to take his. He protested and stood to pick up his own plate, but she snatched it away from him and took it to the sink. She dumped the chicken bones in the garbage.
Arthur took his suit jacket off and hung it on the back of the chair. Then he started rolling up his sleeves. Kelly watched as he bared his forearms and folded the cuffs into crisp lines at his elbows.
"What are you doing?" Kelly asked.
"I'm going to do the dishes." Arthur answered. "The least I can do since you did all the cooking."
"Nonsense." Kelly answered. "You go pick a movie." She shooed him toward the living room. "I'm just going to put these in the sink."
"No." Arthur answered. "I'm going to wash them. Since you know where everything goes, you can dry and put them away."
"I don't have an apron for you." Kelly warned him.
"Don't worry about it." Arthur said firmly and then followed through. She watched him wash and took up a towel to dry them off. As he placed them in the dish rack, she'd pick them up, dry them off, and put them away wherever they went, sometimes reaching up to place them in a cabinet or bending down in the case of the roasting pans.
"Now, go pick a movie." Kelly slapped his butt with her towel in a playful way, and he smirked, but the heat in his eyes made her pause for a moment. At first, she was afraid she'd misstepped. He looked like he was about to take that towel from her and more if she let him. Then she realized that wasn't a misstep. It was an invitation.
"What about dessert?" Arthur asked.
"After the movie." She assured him.
"You said I could help with it." He reminded her.
"And you will, I promise." She smiled. "Now sit on that sofa, and put something on the television. I'll be right there."
"Okay." Arthur relented. He moved over to the sofa and waited for her to join him, but she didn't. At least, not at first. She went into the hallway instead and disappeared. He took the remote up from its spot on the couch cushions, sat more or less centered across from the TV, and turned it on. He wanted to find something romantic and somewhat sexy, but also something he wouldn't mind missing if her offer of Netflix and Chill was still on the table.
Judging by what she wore when she returned, it was still her entire plan. Arthur turned to look over his shoulder at her when he heard her footsteps, and his heart nearly stopped. She wore a sheer lace babydoll lingerie dress of dark emerald green that only lightly obscured her pink nipples, and the matching green thong beneath it was little more than three straps and a small triangle of transparent silk lace.
"Do you like my outfit?" She asked as she posed with one leg slightly forward, pushing through the slit of material below her waist.
Arthur could only nod. Her body was perfection itself. She was tall, and her form was firm in all the right places but curved and voluptuous. Her hips were wide, and the lines between them and her torso were tantalizingly sharp. Those hips flared out through the slits of the lingerie's skirt, with hard lines showing off the muscles of her lightly toned stomach and sleek thighs. The green ribbon high around the narrowest part of her waist cinched it and showed off the curve as her flat stomach gave way to her D-cup breasts. Her pale skin was spattered with dark, tantalizing freckles.
The stretched lace did its best to support her naturally pert bust. It was a dark enough color to compliment her eyes rather than match them. Arthur could still see the dark circles of her areolas beneath it, more prominent than he'd imagined they would be and tight against the fabric as they hardened while he looked at them. Every line, every curve, every inch of her body drew his eyes in, and wouldn't let go.
"I see that you do." Kelly cooed as she slunk onto the sofa beside him. She placed her arm on the back of the couch behind him and sat directly next to him. Kelly faced him while his body faced the television, but his head was turned toward her.
"I-" Arthur started, but no words came out. He tried, but he could think of nothing to say that sounded remotely close to what that lingerie deserved.
"You." Kelly said with heat in her voice. "Are cute when you're flustered." She smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him.
He kissed her back. She tasted not of the dinner so much as the wine, and he did too. He reached forward to place his hand on her shoulder, but she stopped him.
"Watch the movie." She told him. "You've had a busy week. Relax. Let me take care of you." Her breath on his ear and her hand on his thigh were not conducive to relaxation. His entire body was tense and rigid, and the bulge in his pants was both visible and painful.
She ran her hand over it gently and smiled. "Watch the movie." She told him. He tried.
He turned his attention to the movie. She turned her attention to him. She kissed his neck, massaging it with her lips and tongue, occasionally nipping it with her teeth. Her hand roamed and rubbed between his thighs, stroking his length along his thigh and sometimes gripping it. When she got a feel for it, she stopped kissing his neck and looked at him.
"Wow." She said as she bit her lip. "I thought you might be big." She slowly unzipped his fly and slowly slid her hand into the opening. He felt her fingers wrap loosely around him, and a moment later, he was free of his pants. She gasped as she saw it. Her hand could barely wrap around it. He was much bigger than she expected.
"Problem?" Arthur asked, still watching the movie.
"No." Kelly said determinedly. "Not- at- all." She stroked him as she spoke but kept kissing his neck.
He reached to place his hand on the inside of her thigh, but she pushed it away. He tried again, reaching for her crotch more directly, but she moved his hand a second time and shook her head. He didn't try a third time.
She kept stroking him with her hand on the base of his cock. She varied the rhythm but didn't vary her technique, and she didn't move to try and take him in her mouth.
After several minutes she took a moment to pause. This time she asked him: "Is something wrong?"
"Hm?" Arthur turned his head to look at her. "No, far from it. Why?"
"You haven't cum." Kelly said as if that should be self-explanatory.
"No." Arthur agreed. "But what you're doing feels great."
"But it's not enough." She said it as though she had just realized it.
"Well..." Arthur hesitated. He'd been blasting a lot recently with Selene, it made sense he wouldn't have a lot left in the tank, but even without that, a one-handed handjob for five minutes while he was distracted with a movie, wouldn't have been enough to get him there. He didn't want to make her feel unappreciated, though. She was trying to be sexy. "I think maybe I'm just too distracted with the movie." He decided. "Why don't I turn it off and...."
"But I-" Kelly started and stopped. "I wanted to do this for you." She said lamely. "I thought it was fun."
Arthur felt guilty now, which didn't help him get any closer either. He shifted slightly, but she still held onto his cock. "And you're doing a great job." Arthur assured her. "I have more stamina than the other guys, I guess."
She seemed to think about that for a moment. "Humble, aren't you." She accused him.
"Should I be?" Arthur challenged her with an edge to his voice that sent chills up her arms.
"No." She said softly.
"Can I suggest some changes?" He asked.
"Sure." Kelly said with a shrug.
"First - why did you push my hand away when I reached to return the favor?" Arthur asked.
"I'm not ready for that yet." Kelly explained. "I need to uh... be a little more prepared before you try and touch me there. Otherwise, it'll hurt."
Arthur understood and said as much. "Okay. I get that."
"So, what did you want to suggest?" Kelly asked with a knowing smile.
"First. I'm going to turn the TV off." He explained. "I get what you're going for, but it's distracting. And my first time fooling around with you? You deserve my full attention."
Kelly smiled at that and didn't protest when he followed through with turning off the movie.
"Second. I can't see you when we're positioned like this, which wastes that sexy lingerie. So I'm going to shift position. Hold on." Arthur stood up, which surprised her initially, but her eyes watched his cock as he moved to the corner of the sofa and sat back down. He leaned back and beckoned her to join him. She turned and crawled along the couch to him, taking up the position on the opposite side of him than she had been before.
"Next?" She asked as a whisper in his ear. "What do you want me to do?"
Arthur groaned. "I want you to use your mouth."
"You're too big." Kelly said flatly and shook her head. "I can't unhinge my jaw. I'll never be able to get that thing in there without getting you with my teeth." She laughed.
"You can do it." Arthur assured her. He knew it could be done. Selene did it pretty regularly these last few days. Not that he would start making those comparisons. At least, not out loud.
"I can't." She assured him. "But I can try or use my mouth in other ways." She demonstrated by moving so that she was lying along one L of the couch with him in the corner, her head on his lap, facing him. Her green eyes looked up at him as her red lips kissed the underside of his shaft while her left hand came up and stroked it from the middle to the top.
He leaned against the corner of the sofa with his arms outstretched on either side and sighed. "That's good." He said as her tongue pressed against his shaft and stroked it with a lick. He moved his left hand from the back of the sofa and rested his hand in her red hair. He didn't push her head down, so she didn't protest. She closed her eyes and licked again, kissing and licking his shaft in alternate turns as she stroked him.
His right hand moved down and cupped her breast through the whisper-thin fabric of her sheer babydoll lingerie. He could feel her nipple stiffen against the base of his palm instantly as his fingers curled against the underside of her breast. She gasped. Her breasts were so much more than a handful, but it wasn't wasted flesh. They were sensitive, and she reacted strongly to his grip as her stroking intensified.
"Is this good?" Kelly asked.
"Yes." Arthur answered.
"Warn me." Kelly said with an edge to her voice. "You don't want to make a mess in here."
"Yes, I do." Arthur teased her, but he knew full well he would warn her. He kept his eyes open and slipped his hand under the fabric of her negligee.
The smooth skin of her breast contrasted sharply with the hard nub of her erect nipple, but both felt great against his hand trapped between paradise and soft silk. He groaned as she moaned onto cock. She smiled and kept going. Every few minutes, he alternated breasts and played with her nipples. She moaned when he did something that felt particularly good and kept mental notes. He got tired of slipping between her skin and the lingerie, so he pulled the straps off her shoulders, exposing her freckled breasts to his view. He twitched in her hand against her tongue.
After a while, he ran his hand over her side to her hip. His fingers played with the strap of her thong in the vast wake of the skirt's slit that fell to either side of her thighs and hips. He ran his fingers along it and then her thigh, stroking her leg upward and cupping the bottom of her ass. He twitched against her lips when he did it, and she smiled.
"You like my ass, huh?" Kelly asked, already knowing the answer. She never skipped squats, and she had the ass of a goddess to prove it. She knew it, too. It was firm in his hand, and she moved her leg slightly at the pressure. "Are you into spanking?" Kelly asked.
"Are you?" Arthur asked.
"I asked you first." Kelly frowned.
Arthur laughed. "I'm not ashamed of it. I'm into spanking. And a few other things."
"Like what?" Kelly asked before she kissed the underside of his cock head.
"Bondage, power exchange, that kind of thing." Arthur shrugged. Kelly stopped her attention on his cock for a moment.
"Like fifty shades of gray?" Kelly asked but was almost cut off by Arthur's sigh.
"No, not exactly. Sorry. Those books-slash-movies are terrible representations. It's a whole thing. I have a whole TED talk."
"TED Talks aren't my kink." Kelly warned, but her smile showed through her tone.
"What are your kinks?" Arthur asked. "What are you into?"
"I don't know." Kelly answered casually. "The usual stuff, I guess."
"Nothing unusual, or the usual kinky stuff?" Arthur asked.
"Nothing novel worthy." Kelly answered. "To be honest, this is the first time I've ever talked to anyone about it. How are you so casual about it?"
"I think it's important to be honest and communicative with a partner." Arthur said. "And I'm not afraid of being vulnerable." He added. "Which is good since your teeth are only an inch away from my balls."
Kelly laughed and gave the base of his cock a kiss. She started stroking him again.
"So, what are your kinks? What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Arthur asked.
"Roleplay." Kelly answered after a moment of thinking about it. "But only like, once."
"Roleplay?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah, it's where you pretend to be something or someone, and the scenario is made up. Kinda like porn but personal." Kelly answered.
Arthur nodded but didn't correct her definition. He already knew what it was, but that she felt the need to go over it again with him just meant she wanted him to understand what she meant by it. That was encouraging.
"And you like it?" Arthur asked.
"Sometimes." She answered coyly and then kissed his cock. "It depends on my mood, I guess. It's like theater, right? A bit of fun. A game of pretending that really spices things up."
"I'm just surprised." Arthur smirked.
Kelly blushed and went back to her ministrations with vigor. "Nevermind. It's stupid. I'm just being stupid." She shook her head.
The slap of his hand against the bottom of her ass was unexpected and caused her to jump forward a little bit. He hadn't hit her very hard, but he had spanked her solidly on her left cheek, and the red print of his hand faded as the warmth rushed to her backside and the air tried to cool it. She gasped and looked up at him with fiery green eyes. He looked back at her with his speckled hazel eyes in a steady gaze, almost stern.
"Don't call yourself stupid." He said firmly. "Whatever you're into, it's okay. If you want me to turn the tv back on, I will. If you want me to spank you, I will. If you want to roleplay a scene, I will."
"You don't think it's weird?" Kelly asked.
"The point is to have fun, isn't it?" Arthur asked in return. "So let's have fun."
Kelly fell quiet but kept working on his shaft with her hand and let her tongue run idly over its tip as she played it with it.
"What do you want to play?" Arthur asked.
"h-s-f." Kelly mumbled something that Arthur couldn't make out and probably wouldn't have been able to make out if he'd had an ear where his cock was.
"What was that?" Arthur asked as he pulled her head slightly away so she looked into his eyes from the other side of his cock.
"Housewife." She answered back, still exceptionally quietly.
"Housewife?" Arthur asked.
"It's stupid." Kelly shook her head. "Forget I said anything."
"No." Arthur shook his head. "How do we play Housewife? I assume you have something in mind."
"It's like a 1950s/60s kind of thing." Kelly explained though she felt she wasn't doing an outstanding job of it. "You play the husband, home from a long hard day at the office. I play the wife, eager to please, but you're so hard to please. Sometimes I think you just make things up so you'll have an excuse to take me over your knee or bend me over the table." Kelly's voice got steadier as she went on. He had the feeling this was the first time she'd confessed the fantasy, and if he wasn't already hard in her hand when she started telling it, he would have been just from the eager, hopeful tone in her voice.
"Should I put my jacket back on?" Arthur asked.
Kelly looked at him for a moment, clearly in shock.
"What?" Arthur asked.
"You want to do it? You don't think it's weird or that I'm weird? You're not going to laugh at me and leave or laugh at me, assume I'm kidding, and leave after you fuck me?"
"Let's play Housewife." Arthur said firmly. "Do you have a safeword in case we need to stop?"
"Uh..." Kelly thought for a moment. "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."
Arthur smiled but shook his head. "Should be easier to say than that."
"Ruby?" Kelly asked.
"That works." Arthur nodded. "Should I go out and come in again?"
"No." Kelly said quickly, then relaxed a little and immediately added, "No need to go out. You came home, had your drink, and I made you dinner. Did you like dinner?"
"It was a good dinner." Arthur assured her, though the slight frowning twitch of her lips told him that wasn't entirely the answer she was hoping for in their little game. "But I can't believe dessert is taking so long."
Kelly's smile flashed across her face, and then she looked down as though she were ashamed. "I'm sorry. Would you like me to go get it?" She asked as she started to stand up.
"Don't bother." Arthur waved it off. "I'm sure it wouldn't be any good anyway. You always fuck up dessert." He went out on a limb to guess what she was going for, and judging by her reaction, he struck gold. "I still can't believe I had to do the dishes." Arthur continued.
Kelly looked at him with alarm on her face but then immediately looked back down. She pulled the straps of her babydoll back up over her shoulders, but Arthur stopped her.
"Leave it down. Your tits are two of your best features." Arthur grabbed at one, and she gasped as he squeezed it roughly. The red blush on her freckled face was nearly the shade of her hair.
"How was work today?" Kelly asked with only a slight wince as he continued playing with her breast.
He could feel her stiffening nipple against his hand as he played, and for a moment, he had a hard time believing he was actually groping her like this in this situation. It was literally a dream come true. He swallowed thickly and then did his best to get back into character.
"Long, and a lot of heavy lifting today. I had to clear out the storage closet, and most of it fell on me since I'm the only guy in the office." Arthur took a lot of inspiration for this character's backstory from his recent life.
"That sounds tiring." Kelly said softly. "Would you like a massage?"
"That sounds perfect, sweetheart." Arthur answered, thinking she meant the cock she'd already been stroking and 'massaging.'
Instead, Kelly moved, shifting her position for a second so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch, and then spread her legs as far as they would. The small triangle of fabric from her thong didn't stretch very far. Arthur bit his lip as he looked between her legs. He could see the tiniest damp patch on that little sheer triangle of fabric. Her red hair was shaved to a small triangle just above the lips he wanted to part with his tongue. A massage was enticing, but his cock twitched at the idea of placing his head between those two marvelous thighs.
She let him look and gave him a sly smile that she knew he wouldn't see. She crooked her finger at him, beckoning him, but turned her hand around and pointed down. "Sit here." She gestured to the spot on the floor between her wide open and bare, toned legs. "I'll rub your shoulders."
"Oh." Arthur said after a second. "Okay." He took a seat and felt the inside of her legs pressed against his arms. He felt a chill run up his spine and automatically straightened slightly when she put her hands on his shoulders. She started to massage him, and for a moment, Arthur nearly forgot that this was foreplay and not a professional massage. "Where did you learn this?" He nearly groaned.
"I took a summer course." Kelly answered. "Sophmore year. I was interested in becoming a massage therapist or a physical therapist or trainer, but ultimately, I decided to go with Education."
Arthur groaned involuntarily as she hit a knot of muscle he didn't know he had. He didn't realize how much tension he'd been carrying in his shoulders until she started to massage that tension out of there. "Well, you are really good at this."
Kelly giggled. "Thanks. I always wondered if it would help me get my M-R-S degree."
"Masters... in Robotic... Sciences?" Arthur reasoned out the acronym.
Kelly laughed much harder than Arthur thought his guess warranted. He looked over his shoulder when her hands left him to find she'd collapsed sideways on the sofa and was laughing uncontrollably into the couch.
"What?" Arthur asked.
"Oh god." Kelly breathed. "MRS Degree." She repeated. "Marriage. Get it? 'Cause, we're playing Housewife?"
Arthur immediately felt like an idiot and blushed in response. "Oh. Right. Sorry, I guess I just... got distracted by the massage."
"It's okay." Kelly laughed. "We stan a himbo."
"Himbo?" Arthur asked, more confused by the term he didn't recognize.
Kelly released her laughter with a deep breath and a long exhale and shook her head. "It's a good thing you're pretty." She shook her head.
"What?" Arthur asked again.
"It's okay. I wouldn't expect someone with your muscle tone to be a rocket scientist. And you are pretty clueless sometimes."
"I'm not dumb." Arthur felt defensive. "I have a 4.0, and I'm proud of it."
"Really?" Kelly asked. Arthur's face immediately told her that was the wrong response without any words. "I'm sorry." She started as Arthur started getting up.
"I didn't mean it to sound like that. I just...I got caught up in laughing at the whole M-R-S thing. I didn't mean it." Kelly tried to assure him by putting her hand on her arm.
Arthur took a breath. "I had a brain fart." He shook his head. "You... you make it hard to think sometimes."
"Aw." Kelly stood from the sofa to join him. Her forehead was at his lips as she gave him a hug. He hugged her back, feeling her body pressed against his. The momentary anger he'd felt washed away almost as quickly as it appeared. Tits - they could really give you a sense of zen.
"Sorry." Arthur apologized as he gave her a squeeze. "I didn't mean to ruin the mood."
Kelly looked up at him for a moment, then went to her tiptoes so she could kiss him. Their lips met gently at first, but slowly, the kiss grew more passionate as they stood there. He lowered his hands as they kissed until they reached the small of her back and separated to her hips. Her hands were under his arms, on the large of his back, pulling him against her. She opened her legs for a moment, and Arthur felt the small triangle of sheer fabric slide against him until he was trapped between her powerful thighs.
"You didn't ruin the mood." She assured him as she pulled away for air. "I like that my husband can make me laugh." She kissed him again.
"I'll take it." Arthur smirked when they pulled away for air again. "But if we don't do more than kiss soon, I'm going to lose it."
"Lose it." Kelly raised an eyebrow, but it wasn't a question. It was permission. "Take me, hubby."
Arthur laughed this time, but only a tiny chuckle. He pulled her close to him again, leading the kiss this time. Kelly responded instantly, her entire body erupted in goosebumps, and he felt her nipples harden against his torso through the sheer fabric of her babydoll lingerie.
"Take it off." Arthur practically growled. "Or I'm going to rip it off you."
"Think you're strong enough to do that?" Kelly asked, but she didn't move to take it off.
"I'm warning you." Artur's voice was low, but his hand was steady as he reached his hands up and brought them to the low neckline of the lingerie.
Kelly didn't say a word. She watched his eyes and gasped when he grabbed her lingerie in his fist and pulled her toward the sofa. Standing with her between him and the couch, he brought up his other hand and grasped a bunch of the fabric.
"Don't rip it." She gasped.
He seemed to consider it as a request, but he granted it. He reached down to the short hem and lifted it up and off her. She watched his arms flex as he took the lingerie off her and tossed it to the floor like a discarded coat.
The apartment air brushed her skin, and she clung to him. "You're a brute." She whispered. "A savage brute."
Arthur didn't answer her. His eyes were occupied by her naked body. Well, naked except for the thong. He hooked his fingers through the straps that ran deliciously over her hips. The small patch of excitement that had been there before had soaked through the entirety. He didn't ask or warn her other than the silent moment when their eyes met. He knelt and took the thong with him to the floor, then he came back up but stopped at her breast.
She gasped as he took her breast into his mouth and brought his other hand to grope her other breast. He teased her nipple with her tongue, and she wavered as her legs nearly went out from under her. He caught her, pulled her up to him, then brought his lips to hers.
"Not here." She whispered as she pulled away. "My room." She glanced toward the hallway. "On the bed."
Arthur nodded and then scooped her up, carrying her bridal style. She squealed and kicked for a moment in surprise but melted against him almost immediately as he started walking with her. She kissed him more passionately than ever, and he carried her across the threshold into her room.
He didn't have time to notice much in the way of furnishings. The hallway was to the right of the living room, about halfway down the apartment. Her room was the first door on the right once you were in the hallway, and it went back to that front wall, bordering the living room with a wall and a closet on his right. Her bed was ahead and to the left, a double-sized mattress with fresh sheets and a freshly laundered blanket. Pictures of Kelly and her friends decorated the walls, all hung from strings and pinched by clothespins. Her desk was to the left, against the far left wall, which had no windows. Her bedroom was dark, except for the light spilling in behind them.
He laid her on the bed, and she pulled him to her until he was over her, holding himself up above her in a plank, with his legs between her opening ones. She reached down with her hand and grabbed him, guiding him to her. She bit her lip and looked up at him.
"Go slow." She warned.
Arthur nodded and pressed slowly into her. She moaned at the sensation, and Arthur's eyes widened as he pushed into her with his hips. She was incredibly slick and wet, ready for him but much tighter than he'd imagined she would be. He gasped.
"Oh god." Kelly moaned.
Arthur stopped pushing in for a moment and slowly drew back. Then he slowly started pressing in again. Each time, he only went about a little further in before pulling a quarter of the way back and pushing in again. Meanwhile, he used his hand to press against her clit, and gently pushed her clit in circles with the very tip of his thumb. She shuddered with every movement and clawed at his shoulders as she arched her back. He took the accidental invitation and lowered his mouth to her breast.
She came.
Arthur was as surprised as she was, but neither of their surprises stopped her from moaning as her back arched even further, and he felt the muscles in her body tighten and squeeze for all they were worth. He could feel her legs pressing against his waist, her hands clutching his arms in their grasp, her entire body squeezing his cock as he pushed it all the way in, causing her to buck and scream while she came as he held fast above her.
Finally, her entire body relaxed, and she fell entirely to the mattress like an unwound string. She panted, took a deep breath, and started tapping Arthur on the arm.
"Okay. I uh... need you to pull out now."
Arthur did as she asked and rolled over to her side. She nuzzled against him in the bed and put her hand on his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Okay?" She repeated the question. "Are you kidding? That was... the fastest I've ever cum. That was... you are so hot." She kissed him, and he kissed her back. They stayed that way for a while, kissing as she slowly regained her strength. Then she pulled away for a moment. "Did you...?"
"No." Arthur shook his head.
"Not yet." Kelly said determinedly. "You want to cum on my tits? Or... wait! I know!" She rolled out of bed and awkwardly made her way to the door.
Arthur propped himself up on his elbows, unsure if he should follow or wait here. After a moment, he started getting out of the bed when she reappeared.
"Dessert." She said proudly, holding up something that Arthur couldn't see in the dim light. He reached over and turned on the lamp on her nightstand. She was naked, which drew his attention first, but then he saw what she was holding in her hand when she shook it, which made her breasts bounce and jiggle in the most attention-grabbing way. It was a can of whipped cream.
"Dessert. I thought it might be fun to... use this on each other." Kelly explained. She stepped up to the bed, pushed him back down on it, and then lowered the can to his still-erect and already wet cock. It was cold against him as she laid it down, but when she crawled onto the mattress and positioned her mouth above his cock, he didn't mind.
She lowered her mouth to his cock, and tried to push as much of it as she could in. She sucked hard, and although there was a slight bump against her teeth, he felt his tip press against the back of her throat and immediately past it while her tongue curled and rubbed along the soft underside where she'd placed the whipped cream.
"Holy shit." Arthur clawed the mattress as his head slammed back against her pillows and his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head.
Kelly smirked, which was an achievement given how wide open her mouth was and slowly pulled her head up off of him with her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock the entire way. He grimaced when her teeth caught him slightly on the top, but she did her best to adjust as quickly as possible. His face was still illuminated in the light from the door, but hers was hard to see.
"Sorry." Kelly coughed after she came up for air. "I warned you I wouldn't be able to do it."
"I don't mind if you want to try again." Arthur assured her.
"Don't worry. I know my wifely duties." Kelly's voice was breathy and husky when she said it, like something from an old movie, and Arthur felt himself react to it positively.
"And as head of this household, I guess it's my job to correct you when you fail in those duties. Like when you call me dumb, catch me with your teeth, or cum too soon for me to properly enjoy myself." Arthur was catching on.
"I said I was sorry." Kelly's voice was soft, a tad petulant, but not at all displeased.
"Maybe that's not enough." Arthur suggested. "Maybe I ought to take you over my knee and teach you a lesson, then pin you down and fuck you until you learn how to satisfy your husband properly."
Kelly's response was a loud, thick swallow, followed by a breathy "You wouldn't dare."
Arthur sat up, surprising Kelly, who slid to her feet at the foot of the bed and stared at him. He stared back. Then he moved. She started for the door, and he grabbed her wrist. She dropped the whipped cream, but they both ignored it as he pulled her back to him. He sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her with him so he could pin her torso to the mattress with his left arm while his right was free to make good on his threats.
-SMACK-
The first spank cracked through the room like a gunshot, and Kelly gasped as she clenched her cheeks together. He could feel dampness on this thigh from where she ground herself against it. She spread her legs slightly and relaxed again, and Arthur delivered the second blow.
-SMACK-
"How many?" Kelly asked breathily.
-SMACK-
"As many as I think you deserve." Arthur said harshly.
-SMACK-
"Please." Kelly panted. "I'll be careful. I won't get you with my teeth again."
-SMACK-
"Please." Kelly panted again.
-SMACK-
"Arthur." She begged and squirmed in his lap.
-SMACK-
"I'll be a good wife." She said quietly. "I promise."
-SMACK-
"I'll make sure dinner is ready on time next time." Kelly assured him.
-SMACK-
"I'll make sure to have the whiskey you like." Kelly pleaded.
-SMACK-
Kelly yelped, and reached back to rub her backside, but Arthur knocked her hand away, and she balled her fist in front of her face instead, gripping the sheets as Arthur brought down another blow.
-SMACK-
"Every day when you come home, I'll have dinner ready, and I'll suck your cock. You can use me whenever. You can watch the game and ignore me. I'll keep your stomach full and your balls empty."
-SMACK-
"Arthur." Kelly begged. "Oh god, fuck me."
-SMACK-
"FUCK ME." Kelly shouted this time, squirming in his lap. "Fuck me like I'm your goddamn whore."
Arthur granted her wish. He flipped her over, stood at the edge of her bed, spread her legs to either side of his own, pulled her to the edge, lowered himself slightly, and pushed into her once more. She was wet and waiting for him. She was still just as tight as before, but this time he sunk into her as far as he could go. Slow and steady, but she was writhing under him, gripping her breasts and putting on something of a show with them as she panted, groped herself with her hands, and tweaked her nipples with her fingers.
Arthur pumped into her for several minutes until she gasped and screamed in alternate breaths. He felt her body tighten like before and felt himself press over the edge. She screamed as she came, and Arthur clenched every muscle in his body as he filled her. She was still cumming after he'd finished, and she curled up after he pulled out from her, relaxed. He climbed into bed over her, so he lay on his side between her and the wall. He panted and relaxed, letting the exhaustion wash over him. Her pillows were soft, her mattress was soft, she smelled like the most wonderfully intoxicating things he'd ever smelled, and the room was mostly in darkness.
He didn't mean to fall asleep, but when her breathing relaxed, his did too, and they both drifted off to dream of other things.
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