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The DVD was lame. Kelly’s boyfriend never could pick an interesting movie. Problem was, she didn’t realize it was all part of the plan; a boring movie means those watching have to find something more interesting to do. Adam ran a hand across her leg as onscreen, a clueless college girl ran from some blurry ghosts that came out of her cell phone.

Kelly gave an annoyed huff, as she shoved his arm away from her belly. “Damn it Adam, not tonight.”

“But baby, I think you are the sexiest woman alive . . . it’s your fault you know. I can’t keep my hands off you”. His hand returned to rubbing her denim clad thigh.

She rolled her eyes. “Bullshit. You’re just looking to get laid tonight.” She shoved his hand off her leg. “I’m still mad at you for hitting on that slut Nikki Rodriguez.”

“I keep telling you, I didn’t hit on her. All I said was hi.” He ran a single finger along the exposed pale skin of her side, between the top of her jeans and the bottom of her black tank-top. “Besides, she’s not my type.”

“Like hell. She has tits; she’s your type. I know when a girl is putting the moves on a guy, and she was putting it all on display for you.”

“See, I’m innocent,” he grinned, running the finger around to the small of her back.

“I didn’t say you were innocent.”

His hand slipped up under her shirt, her palm rubbing her spine.

“You could have left at any time. Instead, you just let her go on for like ten minutes.”

He leaned in and kissed a spot on her neck, just below the multi-pierced ear.

“Stop,” she groaned, giving a half-hearted shove with her shoulder. “Its not a good time.”

“Whaddya mean? Can’t I just give you a kiss?”

She grinned. “Just a kiss? Sure . . .” She pretended to turn her attention to the movie. “ . . . if that’s all you want.”

He planted several more kisses on her neck and bare shoulder. “Ummmm. I’ll take anything you give me Ray.”

She glanced at him.

One hand returned to her thigh as the other reached around her back and caressed the side of her breast while his kisses ran up her neck and along her hairline, pausing to nibble on her ear.

Arms folded across her ample and still developing chest, she watched the movie in silence as her hardening nipples and occasional squirming betrayed her true feelings. The fingers of one hand teased the pebble-like nipples as the other rubbed the damp seam and now open zipper of her jeans.

“Got a condom?” Kelly whispered.

“Of course,” he moaned as he nursed a hickey to a deep crimson.

He tugged at the waistband of her hip huggers, and as if on autopilot her hips lifted and he slid them over her red panties and down her legs, where she kicked them off and on to the coffee table. She leaned back, legs apart, closed her eyes and laid her head back. He accepted the invitation.

Leaning in, he pulled her face to his, kissing the teen with a passion and vigor that served only to further stoke the fire in her belly. His hand slipped under the lacy waistband of her panties and ran along the shaved bare mound and damp, parting lips guided him like a funnel to her opening. The fingers grazed the stiff nub of her clit and to her disappointment, sped on past and toward their target, where he plunger one and then another between the full, pink lips and deep into her. She bucked against them, craving to be filled.

His free hand deftly pulled her shirt over her head and peeled up one cup of her bra, exposing her heavy mound and large, pale areola to the cool air of the living room. He sucked hard on the small, but thick and rigid nipple. Through his sweats, the increasing thickness of his cock pulsed against her hip.

That special place between her legs had driven her since her earliest memories. When she was a child, the relief came from riding a bike on a bumpy road, finding new uses for an electric toothbrush, hopping on the washing machine when an unbalanced load caused it to rumble, and on hot summer days the garden hose aimed ate her bikini bottoms on full blast. Now Adam scratched the incessant itch. He had gone to school with her older sister. Although she was only a sixth grader and he a high school senior at the time, his body awakened a tingle between her legs and had kept her eye on ever since until she finally got him to ask her out shortly after her sixteenth birthday. She had only been with two other boys before him, but he was all man and confirmed her desire for a man who knew his way around a woman. Although Adam was driven more by self gratification than a desire to please her, she usually got what she wanted as a byproduct and was content to keep him around.

He kissed his way down her belly, passed the navel he’d begged her to pierce, and as he rolled onto the floor he pulled her panties down her legs, off and into his pocket. His lapped at her slit, licking the wet, pink heat of the engorged and pouting lips like a cow trying to move a fly from its nose with its tongue. She was tempted to give him some direction, but a minute later he kissed his way back up her belly, swirling his tongue around the exposed nipple at the moment the thick, spongy knob of his manhood pressed against the opening to her womanhood.

For a second her hips wiggled. Then, her mind screamed.

“Fuck . . .” she gasped, “Adam . . . put on the condom.”

He looked into her eyes and grinned. “I just remembered . . . they’re in my other pants.”

“What?” she hissed.

“I’ll be careful”.

He pressed himself against her opening. She squeezed her legs together, denying him momentarily.

“No fucking way. I graduate next year. I’m not getting knocked up.”

“Hey,” he cooed. “I don’t want to be a dad at 23. I promise, I’ll just give us both a little relief and then pull out.”

The heat of his bare manhood on her bare cunt made her head swim. “Promise?” she whispered, panting and pleading.

He nodded. “You know me.” As she relaxed her thighs, he pressed into her, whispering “I love you” as the head popped into her and ripped a gasp from her throat.

Long strokes followed, her thick moisture drawing him in with well oiled ease. His cock swelled in her heat, reassuring him that the ruse to ride his girl bareback was well worth the risk. He had no clue about her cycle, other than every four weeks he only got blowjobs for a few days.

He hammered her young pussy like a madman indulging his last request, reveling in the slick heat he had been denied through Trojan latex. It was like swimming in liquid velvet and he grunted like a rutting animal with each thrust; his eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her breasts.

Her breathing quickened as ripples of tingling warmth cascaded from her belly throughout her body, heralding the impending and much needed orgasm. It was better than she had ever imagined. She loved fucking and loved fucking him, but without the condom her body sang, savoring the surprising heat hammering of his heartbeat conveyed through the pulsing thickness pistoning between her legs. Her body convulsed. “Please hold off baby,” she silently begged him. Tremors began to quake every muscle. “Promise?” she pleaded with a whisper.

He sped up and grunted with a nod.

“Unhhhh” she groaned, the orgasm slamming her like a gut punch. She spasmed, quaked and shuddered as if electrocuted, her screams sending her chubby tabby-cat scurrying for the basement. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t talk. She could only feel; the warmth filling her belly filled her with an almost spiritual serenity, comfort and bliss. For a moment, she thought she finally understood what her friend Shanda was trying to say about finding God and being “born again”.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. It was so quiet and still. Adam lay on her, his now sweaty cheek against her a breast slick with its own perspiration. They both breathed like sprinters at the end of a race. Then something, cool, thick and wet, trickled along the bare flesh beneath her opening, dribbling toward her puckered rosebud before it dripped onto the couch.

Kelly screamed. “Oh my GOD!” She pushed her lover off her and felt the copious, thick white goo oozing from within her. “FUCK Adam! Shit! You fucking promised.”

He appeared to be suppressing a grin. “Sorry . . . I was going to, but when you came I couldn’t hold back. I tried, but you wrapped your legs around me and then it was too late.”

“I did what?” Kelly blurted in disbelief.

“When you came, you locked your legs around my waist. I had no choice but to dump the whole load in you. When I first shot you groaned ‘YES’; I thought you wanted it.”

She looked at the translucent white cream on her fingers. She hadn’t remembered it, but she knew he told the truth. She still felt warmer, more comfortable, more peaceful and most shocking . . . happier than any time in her life.

Kelly’s hand caressed her belly and the two souls within. A smile crept over her lips. Her purpose had found her. Even after he left, she would never be alone.