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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
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information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Sixty Three



Karen (Part 9)

by Kylie X


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Story Codes: M/F, F/F, Lesbian Romance, Interracial

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    "I think I'm drunk," I giggled, holding myself and shivering,
crouched down and trying to tip-toe through the house without
stumbling over my own feet.

    "I know you're drunk!" Karen laughed and then shushed both of us.
"Shhhh...We gotta be quiet."

    It was a long way up the stairs and I leaned against the wall for
most of it, with Karen pushing my drunken black ass all the way. I
wasn't wasted or anything, but the world was kind of tilted and I'd be
regretting this in the morning, I already knew that. I didn't think my
friend was quite as buzzed as I was, but she could have been. It
didn't really matter to me anyway. I just wanted to go to bed and be
warm and close my eyes.

    "Hey!" I was still giggling because Karen wasn't just pushing my
butt, she was grabbing it.

    "Hurry up, before we get busted!" Karen squeezed both of my cheeks
in her small white hands and I rocked my hips like I'd get away.

    That little bikini was wedged tight between the globes of my ass,
pulled over the swell of my vulva and against my asshole like a thong.
That had been Karen's idea, since the bottoms were too small for me
anyway. I'd fixed them in the Jacuzzi, but as soon as we'd gotten out,
she'd fixed them again. I'd given up on the bikini top and it wasn't
even covering my nipples, the small yellow cups just pulled my tits up
and put them on display. I'd have been embarrassed if it wasn't just
the two of us, and all the wine we'd had, of course.

    "Oh God," I sighed as soon as we were in her bedroom and I was
ready to fall on the bed.

    "Don't..." Karen held me back. "You're all wet."

    I didn't really care, but I guess waking up in a cold, wet bed
later would suck. Whatever. I didn't do anything but giggle and shiver
and sort of lean one way and then the other while Karen untied the
strings of my bikini. She got me naked and used her terry cloth
bathrobe to dry me off and I was finally crawling into her bed. That
was all I really wanted and it felt so good, except the world liked to
spin a little when I closed my eyes.

    "Karen...I'm drunk," I sighed, feeling the girl getting into bed
next to me. It was nice and dark and quiet now.

    "I know," she whispered and my best friend pressed her body
against my back and she was just as naked as I was.

    She kissed my neck and her left arm was hugging me, her hand
finding my breasts and Karen squeezed me gently, playing with my
nipple. I felt her legs moving, or one of them anyway, her left leg
going over mine and her foot sliding up and down my calf. She had
spread her legs now and Karen was pressing her pussy against my ass,
my hips and thigh as she lay more on top of me than next to me. She
was kissing my cheek and I was going to say something, to stop her,
because I wasn't thinking straight at all and this was weird.

    I was buzzed and tired and not really in the mood for anything but
sleep. I didn't want to have sex with her, even though we'd kissed
earlier, made out for a little while before her dad showed up
unexpectedly. That moment had passed though and she wasn't my
girlfriend. Karen was my best friend and I just wanted to sleep, but
she was straddling my thighs with her knees as I lay on my right side.
Karen was rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples with one hand,
the other was in my hair and she was kissing my mouth.

    "Karen..." I groaned. "Just sleep, okay? Please?"

    "No," she breathed, maybe giggling, but probably not. "You're
beautiful, Kylie...Just let me do it..."

    "Do what?" I wondered and then her tongue was in my mouth, the
girl was kissing me, grinding her sex against me and tugging at my
nipple hard.

    "Mmmph...No...Karen..." I shook my head, but she didn't stop.

    "I just want to love you," she whispered and I tried to push her
away from me, but not really fighting or anything.

    I was just...struggling, I guess. Resisting what Karen was trying to
do because I didn't want it. I wasn't gay and I wasn't her girlfriend.
I wasn't even in the mood for sex of any kind. I was drunk and
confused and I wanted to sleep and be normal.

    "Stop...Karen, just...Don't..." I kept saying, but she didn't stop.
Karen's hand moved down my stomach and between my legs.

    Somehow I'd rolled over onto my back and now the girl was between
my legs, or her left knee was between my thighs anyway. She was
straddling my left leg and rubbing my pussy as I kicked weakly and
tried to push the girl off of me. She was so much smaller than I was
that it seemed like it should have been easy making her stop, but it
wasn't. Karen was lying on top of me, her smallish breasts pressed
flat against mine and she was kissing my face and chasing my mouth
with hers. I felt a finger split my labia and I wasn't wet or
anything, except from soaking in the Jacuzzi all night. I wasn't
excited and I made a muffled gasp of protest into her mouth as she
covered my lips with hers.

    I tried to close my legs and roll away and, I don't know. It was
dark and confusing and it felt like she was touching me everywhere at
once. If I pushed her away, she just came back and touched me
someplace else. I was a little mad, frustrated and even a little
embarrassed, but I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to hurt her or
anything like that, I just wanted her to stop. I'd forgive her and
forget what happened because we were drunk. Karen was drunk like me
and that was why she was acting like this. I could live with that and
it would be fine, if she'd just leave me alone.

    "Shhh...Relax, Kylie...Let me do it for you..." Karen kept saying and
she forced her mouth to my breasts even as I held her shoulders,
trying to push her away.

    Whatever I was saying after that didn't really matter and I just
gave up, really. I laid there while Karen licked and kissed my skin,
sucking my nipples into her mouth, one and then the other, biting and
washing them with her tongue. It might have felt good, but I didn't
care. I just wanted her to finish what she was doing and leave me
alone. I ignored her fingers playing with my cunt as much as I could.
It didn't hurt or anything, but it didn't feel really good either. I
wasn't into it at all. I didn't want to have sex like that. Not with
her and not when I was drunk. My pussy got wet and my clit hardened,
but it didn't mean anything to me. I ignored everything and just lay
there wishing I was asleep already and just dreaming all this.

    After spending some time kissing my tits and then my tummy, Karen
found my pussy with her mouth. She spread my legs, pushing at my
thighs so that I was wide open for her. I felt her tongue licking
around my sex and her soft lips kissing my vulva and then my clit. I
moved a little then, trying to stifle the pleasure of being eaten out
by a girl who really knew how to do it. That wasn't really hard to do.
I wasn't emotionally invested, you know? My body felt good, my pussy
was hot and growing moist as Karen used her tongue and fingers, making
love to my cunt with soft, wet sounds and happy sighs of pleasure. My
heart was a million miles away though. My fuzzy brain trying to shut
down because I was tired and filled with unhappy thoughts.

    Karen got me wet, but I wasn't ever going to cum. I wasn't going
to lose myself in mindless pleasure or anything. It doesn't work like
that. I just wanted it to be over and I had no idea how long Karen
sucked my pussy before she was satisfied. I knew she was rubbing
herself off while she did it, playing with her own clit while she
kissed mine. Karen came, I think, maybe a couple times and eventually
she'd had enough and crawled up my body, kissing my tummy and breasts
and then my face once more.

    "Did you like that?" she asked me and I just shook my head. When
she got off me, I rolled over and went to sleep.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "I'm sorry, Kylie," Karen said and she looked miserable.

    I'd woken up early. Too early probably, with a pounding head and a
horrible taste in my cotton mouth. I had to pee and I felt sticky all
over. It was an ugly hangover. I hadn't had very many of those in my
life and I swore I'd never drink again. I'd used the bathroom and
taken a shower, as long as hot as I dared, all too aware of the fact
that I was in someone else's house and I didn't want to use all the
hot water or anything, you know. I felt like a stranger, which was
weird and it was Karen's fault.

    "I was drunk," Karen said, sitting on her bed, wrapped in the
sheet and watching me get dressed. "I didn't mean it."

    That was a total lie, I thought, but I didn't say anything. I
wasn't talking to her. I was pulling up my jeans and snapping them
shut, facing away from the girl. She'd meant it, I knew that. Karen
had always wanted to fuck me and now she had. It was kind of blurry,
but I remembered telling her no a whole bunch of times. I remembered
not wanting Karen to kiss me or touch me the way she had. I remembered
enough to feel like I'd been betrayed. Not raped, I didn't feel like
that because it was just too...extreme, I guess. Too end of the world,
the idea of being raped by my best friend. But she'd definitely taken
advantage of me and I wasn't happy.

    "Just talk to me, please?" Karen pleaded with me. "I didn't mean
to hurt you, Kylie."

    "I gotta go," I said, stuffing my toothbrush and hairbrush and
other junk into my little backpack.

    "Kylie," Karen was almost crying and I wanted to forgive her, but
I left instead.

    "Good morning," Karen's dad smiled at me and I hadn't been
expecting to see him. "Uh...What's going on?"

    "Oh," I stood there, just a few feet into the kitchen, holding my
backpack. My jacket was draped over the back of one of the chairs at
the table there and I didn't know how to explain what I was doing.

    "I thought you girls were staying for the weekend," Mark said,
obviously expecting to see Karen right behind me.

    "Yeah, I was, um..." I ran out of steam because there was nothing to
say, nothing I could think of. My hangover was killing me.

    "I guess you two had some fun last night," he chuckled, taking a
sip of his coffee. He was dressed already, jeans and a flannel shirt
and looking good, even better than he had the night before, but my
mind wasn't going there, of course. I just wanted to get away.

    "What?" I asked and I guess my look was a little sharp as I had
the suddenly terrible thought that he knew what Karen had done to me.

    "I said it looks like you guys had fun," he sort of gestured out
the window towards the patio and I saw there were four empty wine
bottles kind of scattered around.

    "Uh, yeah," I cleared my throat, nodding. "I guess so. I'm kinda
feeling it now though."

    "I bet," Mark nodded appreciatively. "I got some Advil here..." He
opened one of the cabinets above the counter and I was shaking my
head. "No, it's okay. You look like you could use some."

    "Alright," I agreed, since he was already opening the little
plastic container. "I feel kinda...slow."

    "Heh!" the man grinned at that and I walked over so he could shake
three of the little tan pills into my palm.

    "Thanks," I said and I knew where the glasses were.

    "So you're going back to the university?" he asked me and I
nodded. "Kind of a pain riding the bus, isn't it?"

    "Yeah," I smiled and filled my glass from the tap. "I just uh, I
need to study and..."

    "Sure," Mark agreed politely, but he probably sensed something was
wrong. Karen wasn't following me down from her bedroom.

    "Thanks," I said again after I swallowed the pills.

    "Hey," he paused me as I moved to retrieve my jacket. "How about
if I give you a ride?"

    "No, that's okay," I said, not understanding him. "I can walk,
it'll clear my head a little maybe."

    "No," he smiled at me. "I mean back to school."

    "Oh," I blinked with some surprise at that.

    "I'm not doing anything and..." he shrugged.

    "That's a long ways," I shook my head. "No. Thanks, but..."

    "No, really," he insisted. "I don't mind. I was thinking about
running up to the Cities anyway. You'll give me a good reason."

    "Um..." I glanced at the open doorway, like I expected to see Karen
there, but that was just guilt because now I was thinking about how
great her dad looked.

    "Come on," he was still smiling at me. "It'll be faster than the
bus anyway."

    "Uh, okay," I nodded and then smiled back at him. "I guess,
that'll be...Sure, thank you."

    I didn't know why I was agreeing because there were a lot of
reasons floating around my aching head and I didn't really like any of
them. I knew Mark was interested in me, that was pretty obvious,
although he was trying hard not to show it. But I looked good after my
shower; my outward appearance didn't reflect the ugliness of my
hangover at all. I was clean and shiny with my hair brushed loose and
my face made up, wearing tight, well-worn jeans and a beige sweater.
Yeah, Mark's eyes were lingering and he liked what he saw. He
remembered my flirtations from the night before too, and so did I.
That was kind of embarrassing, but a little exciting too.

    "Wow, nice car," I said several minutes later. "Can you put the
top down?"

    "You want me to?" Mark asked. "You're not going to be cold?"

    "Maybe," I giggled. "I need the fresh air though."

    "Yeah, okay," he agreed and a few minutes later we were riding
topless in Mark's old Mercedes SEL convertible. It was small and cute
and silver, and the day was bright and sunny, but with a crisp autumn
chill and our Indian summer was almost over.

    "Hmmm..." I nodded happily as I pulled my hair back, putting it into
a ponytail with a rubber band from my purse. "This is exactly what I
need."

    "Feeling better?" Mark asked me and I nodded.

    "Yeah," I decided. "I think so. Those Advils are working anyway. I
didn't mean to drink all your wine."

    "Heh!" Mark chuckled at that. "Well, I bet you had a little help
with that, Kylie."

    "A little," I nodded. "About last night, um...in the Jacuzzi..."

    "What?" he glanced at me and made a little face. "Don't worry
about it. Hot tubs make people do all kinds of funny things."

    "Yeah!" I giggled and rolled my eyes and I was feeling warm
despite the wind, and it wasn't just from my embarrassment.

    Mark's blue eyes stayed on mine for a long moment and I swallowed
hard, wondering how I could feel like flirting with the man. I was
hung over and mad at Karen and vaguely humiliated by everything. I
should have been riding alone on a bus, but instead I was sitting in a
sports car with my best friend's dad, sharing smiles and looks and...I
was crazy. He was good looking, so what? He was white, big deal. He
was old enough to be my dad, I told myself. He was Karen's father. He
was totally the wrong man for me and yet...

    "So, um..." I licked my lips. "Your girlfriend must love this car."

    "My girlfriend?" Mark looked at me and offered a small shrug. "I
don't really have one of those."

    "No?" I put a shocked look on my face. "Not really?"

    "I mean, no...I don't have a girlfriend at the moment," he smiled at
me.

    "Huh," I nodded, making it sound like I didn't believe him.

    I was watching his think blond hair blow around and it wasn't
really long, just nice and blond and it went with his eyes, and that
smile. I was tight inside, I couldn't help it. I'd have been attracted
to this guy no matter where I saw him and while I'd never seriously
considered a forty year old man as someone to be intimate with, now I
was finding that idea much to my liking. Mark wasn't old, he was just
mature, and secure with who he was and what he was doing. He was
experienced too. A man with confidence, I thought, and I was liking
everything about him.

    "How about you?" he asked me and we were taking the long way back
to Minneapolis, I realized.

    Mark was staying off the highway and cutting through some of the
farmland that lay between Hastings and the Twin Cities. There wasn't a
lot of it, but it would be a nice drive while it lasted.

    "Me?" I tilted my head.

    "Do you have a boyfriend or..."

    "Not really," I shrugged and maybe Mark was thinking I was with
Karen. "I'm in the market though," I said, wishing that didn't sound
as stupid as I thought it did.

    "In the market, huh?" he laughed at me and I made a face.

    "Well, I mean, um..." I rolled my eyes and this was serious flirting
now. "I'm looking, you know."

    "Yeah," Mark agreed. "Looking is always fun."

    "Kinda frustrating though," I said and we were looking at each
other. "Don't you think?"

    "Uh...Sometimes," he cleared his throat and looked back at the road.
"I didn't see Karen this morning."

    He was changing the subject and I figured it was a serious sign,
because we'd been avoiding the subject of Mark's daughter ever since
I'd walked into the kitchen. He was bringing her up now though and
probably to remind himself of how unavailable I was supposed to be.
Reminding me too, or so I thought. But it was there, the attraction we
both felt and everytime I caught his eyes with mine I knew he wanted
me. Not sexually, or not just sexually, but he wanted to know me, like
we could have something special. At least, that's what I was thinking
that he was thinking and...My tummy was full of butterflies!

    "She was still sleeping," I lied, definitely not going to mention
a thing about what had happened the night before.

    "Karen talks about you a lot," Mark said, surprising me. "When she
bothers to talk to me."

    "She does?" I nodded at that. "I hope it's all good."

    "Oh yeah," Mark said. "She just...Karen really likes you a lot, so..."

    "I like her too," I agreed and yeah, he was giving me a serious
red light now and I was going to run right through it.

    "I just want her to be happy and..."

    "I'm not gay," I said and that drew a quick look from the man, but
I was committed now. "In case, you know...you were wondering."

    "Uhhh..." Mark nodded slowly and I had a momentary flash of panic as
I wondered if maybe he didn't know about Karen. I was sure he did, but
if I was wrong...

    "I'm sorry," I frowned, looking down at my hands. "I shouldn't
have said that."

    "No, it's...okay," Mark said slowly and then he managed a chuckle.
"I guess, maybe I was wondering a little bit."

    "Okay," I took a breath and pulled some hair that had gotten loose
out of my eyes.

    "I know about Karen," Mark told me seriously. "She's always been...
different."

    "Yeah," I laughed with relief as much as anything else. "She's
kind of out there sometimes."

    "Heh!" Mark grinned at that. "So you're not..." he narrowed his eyes
a little. "You guys are alright and everything, right?"

    "Oh yeah," I nodded quickly and the man wasn't dumb.

    His gay daughter gets drunk in a hot tub with an attractive
girlfriend and the next morning I'm sneaking out of the house? Two
plus two equals four every day of the week. Something was strange and
Mark knew it, but I wasn't ever going to say anything.

    "Okay," he said, accepting my answer and probably not believing
it, but maybe it wasn't really his business either. He was that kind
of guy, it seemed to me, and I was glad because some of them aren't.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "I don't think I'm really dressed for this." I smiled nervously at
the doorman as Mark walked me through the doors of the Radisson Hotel,
one of the nicer ones downtown.

    "It's just lunch," Mark said and he took the excuse to look me up
and down, "And you look great."

    "Just lunch," I rolled my eyes because this was a little more than
I expected when the man offered and I accepted his invitation.

    It was nice though and I guess I looked okay, we both did.
Everyone was dressed casually and the hostess didn't bat an eye when
she led us to our table. It was a serious restaurant, a real one, and
perfect for a romantic sort of impromptu lunch that a man and woman
might share. I was feeling it, sitting across the small table from
that handsome white man with his bright blue eyes and smiling face.
There was an unlit candle and rose in a tall, fluted vase between us
and I was thinking dinner would probably be awesome in that place.

    We spent most of the long lunch talking about me and that was
flattering as Mark seemed interested. He was bright and amusing and
giving me the sort of attention any girl would crave. It was what I'd
have wanted from Brandon and thinking of him wasn't helping me. I was
thinking about the sex and how good it was, and how totally inadequate
being with Brandon was. This was what I needed, sitting with Mark and
just talking to him. My headache was gone and if I wasn't exactly
sharp, I was feeling a lot better.

    I was tingling and my restless hands played with hair or with my
food, or sometime they just fluttered around when I giggled. I was
looking at Mark deliberately by the time we were half-way through our
meal. I'd seek his eyes with mine and hold him so long as I dared
before dropping my gaze with a shy smile. My nipples were hard and
those butterflies in my tummy were going lower.

    I felt the way I always do around handsome white men, except this
was better. Mark was asking me about school and my plans and what I
wanted to be when I grew up, and dumb as it sounds, I was imagining
myself in love. Maybe. It could happen, I thought, but more important
than that, I wanted it to happen.

    "This was nice," I sighed happily after the waiter took Mark's
credit card away in an oversized leather binder.

    "Very nice," Mark smiled at me. "We should do it again sometime."

    "Is that a promise?" I asked him and Mark had been joking, I
thought, but I wasn't.

    "Uh...Maybe..." he said slowly and he was thinking of all the reasons
why we shouldn't be doing this in the first place.

    "Dinner would be better though," I said softly, holding him with
my eyes again and this time I wasn't going to look away.

    "Dinner?" Mark narrowed his eyes slightly.

    "You could see me all dressed up," I told him. "I'd like that."

    "Kylie..." he licked his lips.

    "I know," I nodded. "But..."

    We looked at each other for a few long seconds and then the waiter
was back and I sighed softly, wanting to say more and being afraid
that Mark would reject me if he was forced to make a decision. I was
half his age and black and his daughter's best friend and...None of that
should have mattered, I thought. We deserved a chance, didn't we? Just
to find out? Who would get hurt by it? Karen wouldn't have to know, I
told myself. We could keep it a secret. I was so attracted to the man
that it was almost painful to think we'd say goodbye that afternoon
and never see each other again. That wasn't fair!

    "I guess I should get you back to school," Mark said after the
waiter left.

    "You don't have to," I swallowed hard and reached across the
table, touching the back of his hand with my fingers.

    "I think..." he sighed, turning his hand beneath mine and holding me
lightly, rubbing his thumb over my skin.

    "We're in a hotel," I said softly. "If you want..." and that thought
lay between us for a dozen heartbeats.

    "We shouldn't be doing this," Mark finally told me, but he wasn't
letting go of my hand. "People won't understand..."

    "Karen, you mean," I nodded. "I know..."

    "Kylie," he sighed. "You're a beautiful young woman and I'm...old."

    He was chuckling softly and I shook my head at that.

    "No you're not," I told him seriously. "I know what I'm doing."

    "Do you?" Mark asked me. "Because I'm not sure if I do."

    "Well..." I giggled and looked down for a second.

    "I'm going to take you back to school," he decided.

    "But..." I looked up again, biting my lip and feeling a pang of
unhappiness, a sharp stab of rejection.

    "Will you have dinner with me tonight?" Mark asked me and I
blinked at him.

    "Yeah," I nodded.

    "You can dress up for me," he smiled and gave my hand a gentle
squeeze. "I'd like to see that."

    "I will," I smiled back at him. "Um...Yeah."

    "Good" he nodded. "I'll have to go back home and find some real
clothes. About eight?"

    "Alright," I agreed and I was a little embarrassed by my earlier
suggestion that we get a hotel room for the afternoon. Mark was
looking for more than that, I could tell, and that was more fuel to
the fire inside me. I was almost shaking by the time we were in the
car and on our way to the university and my dorm.

    "Eight o'clock, right?" I asked Mark as we sat in the parking lot
and I was afraid to get out of the car.

    "Yeah," he said. "Right here. Dinner and...dancing? Do you like to
dance?"

    "Yeah," I laughed. "Of course I do."

    "Okay," he smiled. "That's what we'll do then."

    "Okay," I nodded and we were looking at each other and he was
thinking about it. "I had a real good time. Thanks for driving me and
lunch and..."

    "I had fun too," Mark said and he leaned forward, just like I did,
and when the man's lips touched mine I closed my eyes.

    He kissed me lightly; no tongue, nothing like that. Just our first
kiss and it was good. It made me shiver and my heart ached as it
seemed to swell in my chest. I wanted so much more than just that
kiss. I wanted more than just sex. I wanted Mark.

    "This is gonna be complicated," I breathed when it was over and he
was touching my face, holding my cheek with his palm and looking into
my eyes.

    "I think so," he sighed, because we both knew that kiss wasn't
going to be the last. It was too good. Too perfect.

    "Kiss me again," I told him, the words falling ragged from my lips
and Mark shook his head slowly.

    "One date, one kiss," he teased me and I smiled, tilting my head
into his hand and rubbing my cheek against him.

    "I'm going to love you," I lied, knowing I already did.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Merry Christmas," Mark said and I giggled at him.

    "Where did that come from?" I wondered and it was a reasonable
question, considering we were sitting in the Jacuzzi bare naked but
for the bubbles.

    "Santa Claus," he chuckled. "Go on. Take it, before it gets wet."

    "Hmmm..." I smiled at the small package, silver with little gold
reindeer on it and tied with a thin red bow. "Hold me."

    I slid around, pressing my back against his chest and feeling his
cock hard against the small of my back. We hadn't made love yet and we
were both impatient for it, enough so that Mark was lifting me by the
hips and I gasped happily as he pulled me down, sliding his penis
between my pussy lips and stretching my cunt nicely. I sighed and
wriggled my hips, giving the man a little groan and I'd missed him.

    "That's a good fit," Mark breathed and I nodded as I took him
deeper.

    "Yeah, like that," I sighed, closing my eyes for a second and
biting my lip as he reached the bottom of my cunt. "Ummm...Don't move
yet."

    "I won't," the man promised, wrapping his arms around my tummy and
kissing my shoulder. "Open your present now."

    "Oh yeah," I laughed and my whole body was quivering around his
cock. "I should have been here."

    "When?" he asked me, kissing my neck and bringing a hand up to
find my tits. I did love the way he played with my body.

    "Christmas," I said, pulling the red ribbon slowly. "You shouldn't
have been alone."

    "I was okay," Mark said. "It's still Christmas until I take the
tree down, so..."

    "Yeah. Leave it up for awhile," I smiled at him, turning my head
and inviting a quick kiss on the lips.

    "Your parents wanted to see you anyway," he shrugged.

    "I told them about you," I said and I hadn't meant to bring that
up until later.

    "You did?" Mark leaned back a little, narrowing those wonderfully
blue eyes of his. "What did you tell them?"

    "That I met someone," I said. "I met a man and I love him."

    "Did you tell them how old he is?" Mark wondered and I rolled my
eyes, feeling his cock and I rolled my ass too. God! It just felt good
to have him inside me.

    "You better get over the age thing," I warned him. "Seriously.
You're not gonna scare me away."

    "Well..." he sighed and I knew he thought about it too much. I
didn't think about it at all and when I did...I didn't care. He made me
feel safe and loved and happy. What else mattered?

    "I told them you're white though," I admitted. "That was kind of
weird."

    "Was it?" Mark frowned, stroking my left breast like it was a
kitten and my nipples were begging for more.

    "They just need some time to get used to it," I said. "Don't
worry, they're not totally upset or anything."

    "Okay..." Mark smiled and his voice was teasing. "Not totally, huh?"

    "Stop!" I giggled. "They're not upset at all, just...surprised."

    "Okay," Mark said. "Surprised is understandable."

    "It wasn't that bad really," I said, looking down and remembering
the present in my hand. I started peeling the wrapping paper off
slowly. "I figured it's Christmas, so how mad could they get?"

    "We'll have to tell Karen one of these days," Mark said as I
tossed the paper over the side of the Jacuzzi.

    "When she gets back from California," I nodded. "She already knows
I'm seeing someone, she just doesn't know...What's this?"

    "Will you marry me, Kylie?" Mark asked and I was looking at a
diamond solitaire mounted on a gold ring.

    "What?" I turned my head, looking at the man.

    "Uh...Will you marry me?" he asked slowly, smiling and I nodded my
head and my mouth moved, but I don't think he could hear me.

    "Yes," I finally managed to breathe and by then we were kissing.

    I didn't even get to wear my ring. I was turning around, needing
to face him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me
tightly, moving my body against his so that we could make love while
we kissed. I was pushing myself up and Mark would pull me down,
working his cock in and out of my body with that steady, patient pace
we both loved so much. He could fuck me for a long time and I always
came before he did, two or three times usually and I was going to get
off quickly.

    Mark's tongue filled my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly, rubbing
my firm black tits against his smooth white chest, loving the way his
cock stretched my cunt. We hadn't seen each other in nine days, since
before I'd gone home for Christmas, and now we were together and he
was going to marry me! I wanted to give him the best fuck of his life.
I moaned into the man's mouth when he held my ass, pushing us across
the hot tub so he could fuck me good. I was sitting on the submerged
bench with my legs around his waist and looking into his eyes. We'd
made love so many times in that Jacuzzi and it was always good.

    The night air was cold and it wasn't snowing like I wished it
would, but there were a few inches on the ground. The water was hot
and steaming and the sky was black, no stars at all and the moon was a
silver glow through the clouds. It was beautiful and Mark was sliding
his cock in and out of me faster now, breathing in my ear while I
clung to him, whimpering and gasping when his cockhead would find the
bottom of my sex. I was cumming and I bit his shoulder to keep from
screaming. My whole body contracted around him, my pussy grappling
with his cock and trying to hold onto him, to keep him inside me,

    When he came inside me, I pulled Mark's mouth to mine and kissed
him passionately. I loved that vague, almost imaginary sensation of
his ejaculate filling my pussy. I'd gone on the pill just for him and
sometimes I wish I hadn't, and now he was marrying me. I didn't know
when, but someday soon, and the idea of taking his seed inside my
fertile womb was another good rush of pleasant emotion. I felt
overwhelmed and I refused to let Mark pull out until his cock softened
too much to remain inside me. We just held each other then, kissing
and smiling and not saying anything until I remembered my ring.

    "Where's my ring?" I asked, feeling silly and giggling and the box
was floating on the water, tossed by the bubbles, but the ring was
safe and sound and it fit my finger perfectly.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Hurry up, Kylie..." Mark was calling me from the living room, where
we'd moved our little New Years Eve celebration after several hours in
the hot tub. We had pillows and thick comforters and a fireplace and
champagne. It was perfect.

    "Coming!" I grinned at myself in the mirror after using the
bathroom.

    I'd taken five minutes to fix my hair and a little makeup and go
into the bedroom to steal one of Mark's shirts, cause that was sexy
and we were going to do it again. I wanted to cum on the stroke of
midnight with Mark's cock inside me and...

    Riiiing    Riiiing    Riiiing

    "Want me to get it?" I asked, since it was Mark's celphone,
sitting on the dresser with his watch and wallet. Voice mail was
taking care of the house phone.

    "Kylie..." he was calling me and I giggled.

    "Yeah, yeah..." I said and picked up the phone and I'd answered his
phone a dozen times. Two dozen probably and it was always a friend of
his from work and it would be this time, I was sure. "Hello?"

    "Hello?" a girl's voice echoed. "Who's this?"

    "Karen?" I said without thinking and I felt my heart stutter. She
was in California, spending Christmas and New Years with her mom.

    "Kylie? What are you...That's my dad's phone," she said. "Why are
you...Kylie!"

    "Uh, hi..." I swallowed hard.

    "Kylie, where are you at?" Mark asked from the hallway, looking
for me in the bathroom and coming towards the bedroom.

    "You and my dad?" Karen asked me, except it wasn't much of a
question really. More like an accusation and Mark and I had kept the
secret pretty good over the last three months.

    "Yeah, um...Karen, look, it's okay," I said, as if that would make
any sort of sense to the girl. Obviously it wasn't going to be okay
for her.

    "Who are you talking to?" Mark asked me, walking into the bedroom.

    "I can't believe this!" Karen was saying.

    "It's Karen," I frowned, handing the phone to Mark like the coward
I was.

    She'd tried calling on the regular phone and getting nothing but
her dad's voice mail, Karen called him on his celphone. She just
wanted to wish her lonely old dad happy New Year, that's all, but
instead she was finding out that he was fucking her best friend. I sat
on the bed, playing with my new engagement ring while I listened to
Mark try and explain to his daughter that we were in love.

    "Does she want to talk to me?" I asked after a few minutes and
Mark frowned.

    "She hung up," he shrugged.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Karen," I sighed. "Just talk to me, okay?"

    She was giving me the same treatment I'd given her after our one
night of drunken sex and that hardly seemed fair to me. I'd had a good
reason to be mad, but this...

    We didn't talk for almost two weeks and it was hurting both of us.
I hadn't seen Mark during that time either, just because we were both
feeling guilty or something, and that sucked. It was like my whole
life was on hold because Karen was unhappy and I tried not to be
selfish about it, but the girl wouldn't even talk to me!

    "Hey," she said one day, surprising me when I opened my door.

    "Hi," I looked at her, not knowing what to expect and I was pretty
scared.

    "Can I come in?" she wondered, pushing her glasses up her nose and
I smiled then and nodded quickly.

    "I've missed you," I said, both of us sitting on my bed.

    "Me too," she agreed. "That's the ring, huh?"

    "Huh? Oh...Yeah," I cleared my throat and we were both looking at my
left hand.

    "You guys pick a day or anything?" Karen asked.

    "We didn't really talk about it yet," I shrugged. "I think, um...
June? After classes are done."

    "That would be good," Karen nodded. "June is nice."

    "Yeah" I said, afraid to even hope that Karen was somehow okay
with us getting married.

    "How long have you guys been, uh...you know, seeing each other?"

    "Since October," I told her. "That weekend, when we went to your
house. He drove me back and...I don't know. It just happened."

    "He's old," Karen looked at me. "He's twice as old as you are."

    "I don't think about it," I said truthfully. "I love him, Karen."

    "He's my dad," she laughed unhappily. "He's not just a guy,
Kylie."

    "I know," I nodded.

    "Why do you have to fuck my dad?"

    "Karen..." I frowned and looked down again.

    "I mean, you guys do it, right?" she asked and I wasn't go to
answer that. "Whatever. I just...You know I love you too, right?"

    "I'm sorry," I said, really meaning it, but it wasn't going to
help.

    "I saw you first," she said and I realized Karen was crying. "It's
not fair."

    "I know," I sighed, putting my arms around the girl and hugging
her tight.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Epilogue



    "Go away!" Karen yelled through the door.

    "Are we a little tense?" I asked her with a roll of my eyes and
she made a face.

    "And you're not?" she asked me. "It's like Grand Central Station
around here. God!"

    "I'm just scared," I said, taking a deep breath and turning around
in front of the mirror. "What if I trip or something?"

    "Shut-up!" Karen laughed. "I can't believe I have to wear this all
day."

    "What? You look great," I told her.

    "I look like a total kite," she sighed.

    "A kite?" I looked at her.

    "A femme on a string?" Karen said, making it sound like I had some
idea of what she was talking about. "Fuck 'em into the clouds and let
'em go? Never mind. Straight girls. God!"

    "You are stressed!" I laughed at my best friend.

    "I just want it over with," she said. "Are you sure you don't want
to change your mind? It's not too late, you know."

    "No," I smiled into the mirror. "I've been waiting my whole life
for this."

    "My dad too," Karen laughed. "If you listen to him."

    "Heh!" I stuck my tongue out at her. "He'd better be saying that."

    "Kylie?" my mom's voice floated through the door and she'd spent
most of the morning with me.

    "Don't just stand there," I said to Karen. "Let her in."

    "Yes mother!" she sighed and the girl was already crossing the
room to do just that.

    "Stop it!" I giggled.

    "Yes mother," Karen repeated as she opened the door.

    My mom just wanted to tell me I had five minutes until they needed
me. She had to get downstairs to find her seat next to my dad. And of
course she wanted to fuss over me one last time, picking imaginary
dust off my gown and clucking her tongue, and generally just being my
mom. I guess they're like that though and I didn't really mind as much
as I pretended I did.

    "We're so proud of you," Mom told me and she was ready to start
crying already. "Your father and I both."

    "I know mom," I smiled at her and let her kiss my cheek
carefully.

    "We love you," she nodded and blinked rapidly and I hugged my mom
tightly for a half minute.

    "I love you too," I whispered.

    "I better get downstairs," she said. "Are you going to be okay?"

    "Yeah," I nodded. "I'm fine."

    "We better get down there too," Karen said after my mom was gone.
"Get this over with before my dad chickens out."

    "Yeah right!" I laughed, picking up my veil. "Help me with this,
would ya?"

    "And if that Jared guy thinks he can grab my ass just because we
have to dance together..."

    "Karen! God!" I shook my head at the girl. "He's the Best Man,
he's not going to grab your ass!"

    "I'm just saying," Karen grinned at me. "Just cause I'm your
Bridesmaid doesn't mean he gets a free box lunch."

    "Do I look okay?" I wondered, really feeling it now. I was
terrified and excited and oh, so ready.

    "Yeah, Kylie," Karen nodded and she pushed her glasses up her
nose. "You look fantastic, you always do."

    "I'm scared," I swallowed hard as Karen fixed my veil in my hair.

    "You should be," she told me with a roll of her eyes. "You're
getting married."

    "Yeah," I breathed. "I am."

    "I'm happy for you," Karen pulled my veil down, being serious for
a moment. "I really am, Kylie."

    "Thank you," I said and my own tears weren't very far away at all
as I pulled my best friend into a much needed hug. "I love you,
Karen."

    "Now you tell me," she sighed, pressing her cheek to my shoulder.
"Come on, Mom. Let's get this over with so I can put on some pants."

    "Karen!" I giggled. "Don't start...and get your hands off my butt!"

    "Heh!"





The End of Karen

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