“I really should go find him,” she murmured. “It’s really important, otherwise I wouldn’t have come all this way.”
“What, really?” he said with a bright, white-toothed grin, the broad, handsome man rising up over her as he pressed her leg down. “More important than reconnectin’ with an old friend?” he said with a light tickle to her soft inner-thigh. “‘Cause I remember a time when you was cute as a button but had a crush on me,” he stated as he got over her, that hard mass of muscle on full display. “You’d never rush off on me in those days.”
The fact that he’d noticed made her skin go molten red and she had to close her blue eyes in horror. She squirmed uncomfortably as her breathing quickened and she bit down on her lower lip.
“Crush?” she asked, after letting the flesh pop free of her mouth.
“Yeah, I knew you had a lil’ crush,” he said, his strong hand moving up her thigh, pushing up her skirt so slowly she didn’t even notice. “Didn’t say nothin’ though, ‘cause I didn’t wanna embarrass my favourite girl.”
He supported himself on one thick arm over her as the other ended up flipping up her skirt, exposing her cunny, that little slit still puffy from her first time.
“I’ve missed seein’ ya, Amy. Especially so now that I get ta see what a fine, full grown lady you’ve become,” he said in a lower husk, the familiarity still there, but the jovial nature of his voice replaced by something deeper. Desirous.
She felt the fabric shift, the air sweep against her sex and she gasped as she looked at him. She wanted to shimmy away, to disappear into the blanket, and yet all she could do was stare at him, her lips parted in confusion.
Her thick legs pressed together, trying to hide that puffy, wet slit, her hand moving to flip her skirt back down.
“What’re you doing?” she exhaled.
It was too late though, because he looked down and saw she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing beneath her skirt. Even caught a glimpse of that little pussy of hers, and his eyes lit up with it.
“God Amy,” he said as if in shock, and she thought he’d pull away, apologize for getting carried away with himself. Instead he reached up and cupped her cheek, then leaned in to place a warm, passionate kiss upon her lips. That tongue of his prying its way through her lips to kiss at her and fence with her own moist muscle as he loomed over her.
She was so startled that she could do nothing more than bend to his wishes, her blue eyes large and filled with shock.
Yet she remembered back to her childhood, to thinking about him for all those long, winter nights. Dreaming of him touching her, kissing her...
Her heart raced as she relaxed — only slightly — as she tasted him and then pulled away, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
He rubbed along her cheek, back to her braided ponytail, and then lowered his body down, that hard muscular mass pressing to her large breasts as he licked his lips and stared into her eyes.
He plucked another kiss from her mouth, moved his hand down over her bare shoulder, along her side to cup her breast, squeeze that over-ripe mound, feel its soft, yet supple flesh through the thin fabric of her barely there bra.
“You awoke a beast inside of me, Amy,” he said in a deep, low husk.
She didn’t know what that meant, but something in her recognized that tone, and her body throbbed with desire even as she tried to shimmy away. Her nipple, though, hardened beneath his touch, stretching out that barely-there material.
“Mr. Kerny,” she whimpered, but she didn’t want him to stop. Yet she did, all at once. It was so confusing.
He squeezed her breast one final time, then slid his hand down to grasp a hold of her thigh and pull her back down to him those few inches she’d shifted away. He was so strong, there was no resisting him even if she fully wanted to. It
only grew harder and harder to summon up that desire to resist as she looked down over his hard body, saw that obscenely growing bulge in his brown work pants.
“Your ma and me couldn’t be together Amy,” he said to her, “but don’t mean we can’t.” He had her beneath him again perfectly, and he grasped a hold of her tightly to keep it that way as he leaned in and kissed her hard and deep.
“I can’t be with you,” Amy breathed out, her brows tilting upwards, and her breath quickening. She had a life to lead, a job to get!
Her lower lip trembled, though, and she lifted her head to kiss him back, just a soft, childish peck. Her mind was awash with emotions, swirling so dangerously as she tried to sort them out and figure what was right and what was wrong.
“Sweet Amy,” he said as he ran his hand back up her tanned thigh, above the tanline as her skirt was nudged back up to expose her little cunny. “Yes you can, I’ll show you how. and nobody needs to know about it,” he said as he rose up and began to undo his pants. All it took was that one button, and they practically burst open, to reveal that thick, obscenely large shaft beneath.
If there was a beast in him that she awoke, it was certainly that cock of his. It was bigger than the one that Father had, of that she was certain. It throbbed thickly, the foreskin at the crown rolled back a little to show a big, purple tip slick with precum.
Her eyes widened and for a moment it was as though all of her blood rushed from her head, leaving her to swoon.
She stared at him so lewdly, unable to take her eyes from it even as her mind and body were swirled with confusion and anguish. She was so damned uncertain about what to do, of how to respond, and she finally managed to raise her gaze to his face.
Her eyebrows were pointed up in confusion, unable to still the tremors that ran through her.