I Swear I'm Not a Home-Wrecer

After washing up I just threw on my pajamas (with a sports bra) and headed up to the house. I walk through the sliding door and since Kelly should be driving and can't look at the cameras; and I don't hear the shower in Kyle's bathroom running, I allow myself time to just look at his room. His probably queen size bed has a black metal headboard with thick bars that look like fencing. He's got a gray comforter, three pillows, white sheets, and his bed is unmade. The basket that had laundry in it this morning is gone now. He's got black nightstands on either side of the bed and a lamp on the one closer to the entrance of the master bathroom. Across from the bed is a decent sized closet with shelving on one side and about one fourth of the hanging space taken up. The doors to the closet are the typical whiter ones that look like window shutters.

I make my way to the kitchen, when I don't see anyone I make my way to the snake room. Ryan, Jane, and Kyle are sitting chatting. Each of them have a drink in their hands, I head back to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge.

When I return, food is the topic of conversation, "y'all are already hungry?" Kyle says with a laugh.

"Of course they are! They're skin and bone, they're always hungry," Kelly says joining us through the side door.

"Welcome home babe," Kyle says with a grin.

Kelly throws her bag on the ground with her keys on top and plops on Kyle's lap on the chair he was sitting in. She kissed him and took a drink of his beer, "that was a good welcome." She giggles, "so what are we thinking for dinner? It's about five so we got time for anything really."

Ryan and Jane simultaneously say, "pizza."

Kelly pops up and heads to the kitchen, I heard drawers opening and closing, she came back in with some sheets of coupons. "Here's what we got."

She sits on the arm of the chair and Kyle wrapped his arm around her as she lays out the coupons for us to look at.

"I love Pizza Place." I say, pointing to the coupons for them, "my favorite is Hawaiian but I can pick other things off if we get something else."

"That's Kyle's favorite too!" Kelly says as she slaps his chest. "I've never met anyone else who likes that weird pizza."

Kyle chuckles lightly, taking her hand and holding it, "well, I'm game."

"I'll take a veggie but we should get two because there's five grown ass adults here," added Jane.

"Ryan, you cool with that?" I ask.

He just nods taking another swig of his beer. With that Kelly picks up the Pizza Place coupons and looks for the best option, pointing and asking questions to Kyle about anything they see on the page. They finally select one that comes with a two liter and call out for delivery.

Kelly stands, "I'm making margaritas anyone want some while we wait for food?"

Everyone responds in the affirmative, "need help?" I ask before I can stop myself.

"Sure, you can slice limes if you want?" She says sauntering into the kitchen.

"I can definitely do that, I'm glad that's what you need help with. I have no idea how to make a mixed drink!" I say standing up to follow her. In order to follow, I have to walk past Kyle. As I do, I feel his fingers reach out, from the beer he's holding on the arm of the chair, skimming my leg slyly. I shoot him a stern look but he's not looking in my direction; probably just an accident.

Kelly is leaning down pulling a cutting board from a cupboard when I step into the kitchen. She sets it on the counter and turns to get the limes from the fruit basket next to the fridge. "Alright girly, here you go! Quarters will be fine I think, just do the whole bag."

"Sure, no problem." I grab a knife from the block and start my task.

"So, how come you didn't bring anyone with you on this trip?" She says, making small talk.

"College boys suck." I finish slicing the first lime, "where should I put these once they're cut?"

"Uh," next thing I know I feel her pressed against my back, probably on her tip toes, "in this cupboard top shelf are bowls." She tries to open it making her boob press into my arm.

"I got it," I easily open the door and pull out the stack of bowls, eyeballing the best size for the limes, separating it from the others, and replacing the rest back in the cabinet.

Kelly had returned to her task, opening the freezer multiple times. "So, college boys suck?"

I had really hoped she would drop it, "yeah, haven't really been with anyone in a while, total dry spell."

"That sucks," she says grabbing, "have you and Jane?" She lets the question lay.

"Nah, last night was the first time we kissed. We're just friends."

"You looked like GOOD friends last night!" She says patting my ass, I flinch at her unexpected touch.

Kelly is on the shorter side, dirty blonde bob, tan skin, almost too tan, and gray-blue eyes, with a face that has too much makeup applied for my taste. I maybe wore mascara once a month, but not usually. Not that Kelly wasn't pretty, just not my type really.

"Yeah we're close."

She just nods, "it's good to have girlfriends."

"Yup, she's my first true girlfriend in a while. Middle school and high school were so different, this age I feel like girlfriends will last a little longer, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess I felt that way too at your age. Alright one pitcher of margarita finished!" She turns to see where I'm at and serendipitously I was on the last lime. Kelly had five glasses ready, rimmed with salt and filled with ice. She was quick. In anticipation of the higher alcohol content of the drinks I've had of Kelly's already I add some more ice to what I claim as my glass. She poured and I placed the lime wedge on each glass. She grabbed three and I grabbed mine and the last remaining glass before we both head back. She hands one to Kyle and Ryan, I hand the remaining one to Jane. We all take a sip of margarita, enjoying the taste. I sat back in my place on the sofa, crossing my legs, my shorts road up a bit but nothing severe enough to warrant embarrassment or indecency.

"How about some cards?" Kelly asked, standing.

"Sure," everyone agreed.

She went off somewhere, not the kitchen because I didn't hear anything move. Kyle leaned forward, while Ryan and Jane made out again.

"I like the view," his nostrils flared as my eyes met his.

Kind of loving the attention even though his fiancée is home sitting on his lap, "that's the idea." I winked and broke eye contact, taking a drink of my marg.

He leaned back in his chair just as Kelly came back with a some decks of cards. One was UNO, another Phase 10, and finally just a plain deck of cards. We busted out the Phase 10 and a couple of rounds in the doorbell rang.

Kelly went to get the pizza, "anyone want a top up?" I say standing.

Jane and Ryan request one wordlessly. Kyle stands but doesn't say anything. I walk into the kitchen and pull the pitcher out of the fridge. I can hear Kelly talking to the pizza guy in the other room.

Kyle is behind me then, whispering in my ear, "what are you doing?"

I push back against him slightly trying to get him to step away before Kelly comes through. "Refilling drinks," I turn to face him, "what are you doing this close to me, with Kelly home?"

His eyes are focused on my lips, "I can't help it, you're driving me crazy." He thrusts his hips rubbing himself on my leg.

"I'm not doing anything Kyle." I press my body to his briefly, "if I was doing something, you'd have no hope." As I whisper in his ear I hear the front door close. I step back and grab the drinks just as Kelly comes in, Kyle is refilling his drink now.

"That pizza smells amazing!" I say as I begin unintentionally leading Kelly back to the snake room.

She set the two liter down with one hand and set the pizzas down after.

I set down Jane and Ryan's drinks, "shoot we didn't ask for paper plates. Do you guys have any? I'll go grab some if you do. Also do you need a refill Kelly?"

"Sure, that'd be great, and yeah we've got paper plates, Kyle can show you where they are." She hands me her glass.

"Okie doke," I take her glass and head back to the kitchen. "Where's your guys' paper plates?" I ask as I set her glass on the counter and turn to take the pitcher back out of the fridge.

As I open the door to the refrigerator Kyle again pushes up against me. I feel his member on my ass as he reaches on top of the fridge. His other hand reaches between the fridge and my breast he kneads me with his large, firm hand and rubs himself on my ass. My breath catches, luckily I didn't get the pitcher out yet, I place my hand on the door to hold myself steady at the roughness of his touch.

I stifle my moan, he's barely doing anything and my panties are becoming damp, "Kelly's in the next room," I say in a mix of whisper and whimper.

He steps away as I finished with my words, paper plates in his hands, "I was just getting the plates down." He adjusts himself to hide his stiffness and strides out of the room, leaving me trying to catch my breath.

I take a couple breaths and continue getting Kelly her drink, taking time to make sure she has salt and lime. When I was done I made my way back to the snake room.

"Here you go," I set the drink in front of her, grab a plate, and a couple of slices of Hawaiian. "I'm so hungry."

It's a little after 6:30, we keep eating, drinking, and playing cards for the next 4 hours.

I stand and stretch, "I think I'm going to head to bed."

Kelly stood, "really? So early?"

"Yeah, not much else to do tonight I think, plus I'm so tired, probably the margs."

"Alright, see you in the morning."

"We'll be in later. We'll try not to wake you." Jane says as Ryan squeezes her knee.

I head out the side door and make my way in the chilly air to the RV. I'm not really tired enough to sleep but I could tell by all the touchy-feely going on by the two couples that I was about to be the odd man out. Once again, I grab my book, sit on the couch, and wrap the blanket around me. Reading my book, I get to a part that has me thinking of Kyle doing the things mentioned. Thinking of Kyle holding my arms above my head, while his mouth claims my chest and his hand trailing down to my sex has my hand diving into my shorts. I begin showing my clit attention, abandoning my book to the floor. I use my other hand to go beneath my shirt to play with my nipples, whispering Kyle's name in rushed pants. I'm nowhere near as satisfied by my touch as by his, but thinking of him has me so turned on I don't hear the RV door open or close. My head is thrown back, Kyle's name is repeatedly coming from my lips, and my hands continue their job bringing me close to climax. As I insert two fingers into my box I stifle the cry that escapes. As my climax subsides I realize I have an audience.

"That was quite a show," he says.

"I wasn't aware I had an audience."

"Oh? Then why say my name?"

"You've been the only thing I can think about since last night." I feel my boldness growing. "When you put your hands in my hair, yanking, and took me so exhaustively; you unlocked a need."

He grunted, crossing his arms, "I unlocked a need? Your little pink panties and that hot pink bra? Your kiss with Jane? Your ass being turned up, allowing me a perfect view of everything, your panties being see-through? You had me rock solid the second you stripped."

"Is that so?" I cross my arms to match him, even though I'm sitting. "What are you doing here?"

"Kelly felt bad and asked me to come see if you wanted to come do something else."

"And you didn't think to knock or make yourself known?"

"This is my RV, you remember? Plus, how could I, when you took my thoughts away at the sight and hearing the sound of my name on your lips? Knowing that you were pleasuring yourself to thoughts of me?" He nods his head indicating I should look at his lap.

"Well I'm good, thank Kelly, but now I really am tired."

He smirks, "I'll tell her, but this conversation is not over. She works again tomorrow, we'll talk in the morning." He adjusts himself trying to hide his excitement once again this evening.

He exits the RV, probably aware that he couldn't be any longer without raising suspicion. Picking up my book I couldn't help but grin in anticipation of wherever that conversation will lead. After my climax and following conversation I really was exhausted. I put my book back on top of my bag and quickly fall asleep, again not pulling out the sofa bed.

I wake up when I start to feel the RV shifting rhythmically. When I hear noises from the room I get up quickly and leave. When I get to the house I decide to go in the side door to avoid their bedroom. I make my way to the kitchen. I glance at the clock and it's 9 and I don't hear anything from anywhere else in the house, so I don't want to make a bunch of noise. I decide to just grab some cereal. As I'm sitting, enjoying my cereal, someone enters from the front room.

I take another spoonful, "morning beautiful."

I damn near choke on the bite, coughing I say, "uh, good morning? Is Kelly still here?" I look around for her.

He takes the seat in front of me, "no, she left about a half hour ago."

"In that case," I fiddle with the collar of my sleep shirt, while continuing to eat, "you wanted to talk about something?" My hair was still pretty messy, as I ducked out quickly this morning, but I shook it out a bit, feeling a bit uneasy.

He smiled, "I haven't been able to get the image of you touching yourself out of my head. It's driving me mad."

I smile slightly, "uh huh? How mad?" Taking another bite of my cereal.

He stands abruptly and grabs my hand none too gently. He brings me to my feet, then he drops my hand and looks slyly at the camera, he gestures for me to follow.

"Where are we going?"

"A blind spot."

"Okay?!" I can't keep the excitement from my voice.

I follow him to his bathroom. I stand awkwardly unsure of what I'm supposed to be doing in here. "Couldn't she have seen us walk in together?"

"I guess, but she is at work getting ready for her appointments," he replies with a shrug.

"Speaking of work, don't you ever go to work?" I shift to one side, popping my hip out with attitude.

"I had taken most of the week off to keep you guys entertained, I was supposed to work yesterday, I figured you guys could rest. Then," he stepped closer, "the most beautiful creature showed up to my house and I had the chance to get a taste. There is no way I would have made it through work." He was so close I felt the breath from his words as he spoke on my neck where he now rested his lips.

With agonizing patience, that I would not have had, he trails his hand down my side, catching the hem of my shirt and stripping it over my head. He lets it fall to the ground as he kisses my neck and trails down to my collar bone. He bites and sucks, kisses the spot, then repeats the motions until I can hardly breathe. I place my hands on his chest and tangle my fingers in his shirt yanking him closer to me, his right hand has found my breast through my flimsy sports bra; I know he can feel every ridge around my nipple and the stiff peak itself. When he squeezes ruthlessly I cry out with pleasure. Kelly's not here and Ryan and Jane are busying themselves in the RV, so I don't have to hold back. I reach between us, sliding my hands beneath the waistband of his boxers,  feeling his pulsing cock, and it brings a new flood of need.

I release my hold on him and dare him to look at me. "I want to see you, like you saw me. I want to see you touch yourself, thinking of me and all the things you would do to me." His jaw clenches and I can see his inner battle; give me what I want or take me right here, right now. "We have all day to play. I want to see what it's like, I want to feel how you felt when you watched me cum to thoughts of you." I had placed my hand on his chest, again I wrap my fingers in his shirt, I pull him slowly towards me, licking my lips and looking between his eyes and his gorgeous mouth. I take his full bottom lip into my mouth and nip it between my teeth. I suck a bit before devouring him in a needy kiss. When he moves to touch me I break the kiss, "show me." I reach down again and free him, his thick member brings my mouth to water.

He makes a noise that's something between a moan and a growl. He gives in to my words; he wraps his thick, slightly tanned fingers around his taught shaft. "Spit on it," he says, his words severe.

I get on my knees in front of him and let drool spill from my lips, dripping off my tongue before I spit right onto the shining head. I watch closely as he brings his hand up to the tip and takes the spit rubbing it, first on the head, then sliding it down with his fingers wrapped tight around the thick appendage.

I can't help myself, I blow gingerly on him and he bucks his hips, "you better stop it or I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you over this sink right now."

I stop my teasing and look at him expectantly, "I'll stop, I do want to see."

I stand up and keep my eyes on his pumping hand. I lick the corner of my lip and suck my bottom lip into a bite as he says my name under his breath.

His eyes close as he strokes, "are you going to cum, thinking about little old me?"

His eyes pop open and lock with mine, he slows his hand as he watches me trace my fingers down my collar bone. I catch the edge of my sports bra and tug it over my head, throwing it on top of my discarded shirt.

A hushed, "fuck Ashley," escapes his lips as he picks up speed once again. He never takes his eyes from me except to blink and inhale deeply in ecstasy.

I use my most seductive voice, "Kyle," I cup each of my breasts, then pinch my nipples harshly, "what's going on in that head of yours?" I knead my breasts, not allowing myself to look away from the grip he had on himself.

He lets out another quiet sound of pleasure, "I want to cum on those perfect tits." He looks at me questioning.

I press my breasts together looking at him before saying, "make me messy, cum on my tits."

As soon as I finished the words, Kyle began ejaculating his hot liquid onto my tits that were still pressed together. As he explodes I let my fingers slide over the sticky liquid, raising my index finger to my lips I suck his cum off, rolling my tongue around my finger to make sure I got every drop. He groans as he finishes and watches as I lick my finger and slurp it clean. He's slumped back against the wall, spent. We both stare a bit blankly, me dripping with his spent self, him having just been spent.

Seeing his contentment and knowing I am still fraught with need put me in a predicament. Make him play or walk away? I absentmindedly run my fingers through the mess and suck more off myself, thinking about my options. I look at Kyle and his eyes are on my mouth, I slow my actions to a crawl, watching his transfixed expression. I look down, still contemplating my next move, when I see his member twitch I know what I want. Once more I trail one finger down around the curve of my breast and bring it to my mouth, giving him a show and turning myself on further; I don't stop the moan that vibrates my fingers that are trapped in my mouth.

"You made such a mess," I move to the shower and turn on the water. "I'll just get cleaned up." I slink out of my pajama shorts, bending leisurely, showing him my ass through my panties, and probably more. I stay bent over and loop my fingers into the waistband of my panties, gingerly snaking them down to my ankles; I step out while looking back to see what Kyle is doing. His eyes are glued to my ass and sex that I have on display for him.

I gradually stand and step into the shower, "you going to join me or stand there staring?"

His shorts and boxers were already around his ankles, he stepped out of them at the same time he was removing his shirt in a hurry to join me in the shower. The water is warm enough so I turn into the spray and begin wiping the mess off my chest. His lightly calloused hands snake around and begin massaging my breasts, using his thumbs to wipe more mess away. I let him touch me and lean back into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder. I reach my hands back around his neck bringing his head to my neck, silently begging him to use his mouth on me.