That Which Could Not Be Denied

A Return to That Which Could Not Be Denied, the One Energy of the Sexual Universe, Kimmy, Part 1 of 2

Daren reached out a pink-knuckled fist to knock on the window of her pale blue door. With a bottle of wine tucked firmly under his left arm, and his left hand gripping a large winter bouquet, he had to peer through the emerald foliage of the bouquet to see inside.

A short, wide hall, a large kitchen, steam coming from the dishwasher, and a pot on the stove. A baby play chair, the kind with the soft toys and noisemakers attached, was partially visible behind the kitchen island. Even at a distance, through foliage and behind the kitchen island, it was unmistakably the gift he had sent for the baby. The bold colors clashed with the old cottage.

Daren was already standing in the mudroom. In the warmer months, the door to the mudroom would be locked, but in the winter, it would remain unlocked. It was a place to stand in from the weather, as a kindness to anyone who came knocking on the door. It wasn't any special preparation for any specific visitor.

He saw her shadow on the wall and the floor. She was wiping her hands on her apron or doing some kind of fussing like that. Then she stepped into the hall and extended her arms to him in excitement.

"Oh my God, you're here!" her greeting was muffled by the door.

She swung the door open with purpose and hugged him around the neck. He hugged her back with his free arm and desperately clung on the gifts.

"I'll take those off your hands," she said, plucking the wine bottle from under his arm, and the bouquet from his fist. "I can't believe I have you in my house after all this talk of coming to visit!" she said, stepping toward the kitchen. The wine was set in the center of the island and the bouquet in a vase by the window while Daren was still looking for a place to untie his shoes. The mudroom was filled with coats, boots, and garden tools.

"In here is fine," she said, and Daren walked into the kitchen where there was a short bench against the wall. It was the kind of bench that opened up so that you could store things in it, and Daren knew what was in it without having to peek. Spillover from the mudroom, baby blankets, diapers, probably a flashlight and some old keepsakes.

He sat down low and unlaced his shoes. "It's so good to finally make it up here to see you, Kimmy", he said, looking down at his laces. He looked up for her response, but she was still whirling around the kitchen. Nobody called her Kimmy anymore, just Kim now. Daren was hoping it would get a rise out of her-- a smile or a scowl. He already felt that he was missing her kind eye contact, which he hadn't had in a few minutes, since she greeted him at the door, and before that, a few years, since she pulled away in her moving truck. Now, she just went about her kitchen tasks.

"I know, what took you so long to come up?" she chided.

"Busy with work, busy with family and all that good stuff." It felt stupid to say, so Daren looked away again. It was obvious Kimmy was much busier than he was, with a new baby, a part time job, a new house, with a new acre, a new used truck, and a new state, but then again, she didn't have time for old friends either. One's life is one's life, and one always fills it with things to do, but lately for Daren it felt like life was being filled for him. This trip up north felt like the first real thing he had wanted to do, and actually followed through and done, in a while. He wondered if Kimmy felt the same. She couldn't possibly.

"Let me get you a drink, beer, wine?"

"Beer is fine."

"Do you mind if I open your bottle?"

"No, go ahead."

"Oh, this is nice... from your trip to France?"

"Yeah it is."

"That was how long, four, five years ago?"

"Twenty fifteen, yep." Daren said in a staccato cadence.

"Yeah, W. G. gave it to me when we met up. It was a 10 year Bordeaux then. He just said hold on to it, he never said when it should be opened."

Kimmy did a quick search on her phone. "Oh wow, it's just peaking... Well, we should wait until Kurt gets home. He'll want to try it."

"Sure, or you can have a glass now and cork it. It'll be fine. When is Kurt getting here anyway?"

"In a couple hours. He still works in the city, but we're still hoping for something closer."

"No worries."

"So what's life for you these days? All work no play?"

"Hm," Daren grunted, rubbing his cheek, thinking about his daily grind, hundreds of miles away. "Yeah the job at the law office continues. Late nights, early mornings, but we churn out good work" He thought soberly to himself for a moment, then said, "I need a raise."

"And more time off so you can see us," Kimmy teased.

"Right."

"So..." Kimmy lilted. She was still in a teasing mood. "You still work near the University... Are you still seeing undergrads, or have you moved on to grad students?"

Daren pursed his lips to contain his embarrassed smile. Nothing needed to be said.

"So freshmen, then" Kimmy concluded.

"Now wait..."

"Oh, so a sophomore? So you gave her a chance to actually make friends, and you know... have a college experience?"

Again nothing needed to be said. Kimmy had easily read the situation. She laughed.

"It's okay, Daren, I'm just messing with you. I know you're a perfect gentleman. It's your life, dude."

Kimmy poured them glasses of wine, carefully filling each with a generous pour. It was funny the way her personality could spill out so clumsily, when the little details in her hospitality were so self-consciously measured. She bent over and handed Daren the glass, topheavy with the rich red wine, and touched glasses with him.

"To my life, I guess," said Daren.

"To your life, dude" Kimmy said, and they both drank. "Seriously though, Daren, I'm glad you came."

"Me too, you seem to be living well. Beautiful home, here."

"It's my dream come true" she said. She was leaning against the kitchen island, looking around and admiring her home. Her life's work, so far.

Arms crossed, with the wine glass just barely hanging from her fingers, she looked back to Daren, and they reminisced for a good long while. About when they met in college, the friends they had made, lost, and regretfully lost track of. It was hard to distinguish if all that was still now or if it was already history.

Back then most of them were the type to party a lot and get barely any schoolwork done. The bare minimum at most. And they partied everywhere. At every school, park and house in every city in the state. Every now and then, as they spoke, recounting an embarrassing story would make one of them blush or groan or gape at the mouth.

"Well that was the only time with him..." Kimmy said to one of Daren's stories, "but I was making out with all of our friends back then. Never you, though. I always thought it would be too weird. We were too close and I didn't want to burn you."

Daren paused, nearly frozen, and looked up at Kimmy with his brow furrowed. "Yes we did."

Now Kimmy froze, but not before involuntarily dropping her jaw, raising her hand to her face, and bulging her beautiful blue eyes. She let out the single syllable of a laugh and her mouth formed a gaping, dumb founded smile. 'We did?"

"Yes, we did, at Gaslamp Park, remember?"

Kimmy was immediately there. The memory glazed her eyes and flushed her skin. It was sunny and they were lying in the grass. Clovers were blossoming yellow and they even ate some of the sour apple tasting plant. They were drunk, and they were on drugs. There were people everywhere, laying on blankets, throwing frisbees, tumbling and getting muddy grass stains on the hips and knees of their jeans, on the shoulders of their shirts.

All this around them, and they were lying in the grass on their sides, facing each other, a foot away from each other, looking through buzzing vision into each other's glossy eyes. It seemed like they had ended up lying that way by magnetism, and everyone they were with had left them lying there by way of entropy.

"I want to kiss you," she had said. She heard her own husky voice rasp from a day of yelling and smoking, and she heard it quiver from anticipation. "Would it be alright if we just kiss"

"Yeah," Daren said and smiled and they moved closer together.

He brushed her hair out of her face and dropped his hand to her side, where it found her hand. They stared fearfully into each other's dilated pupils right up until it happened. He touched his lips to her plump lips. She didn't feel anything like he expected. Her lips were so soft and ready to open. Her tongue was so lazy and wet, and in the blazing heat of the sun, her saliva was like a cool taste of water. He met her tongue's motion with his own, but he could not ever match the lush calmness of hers.

They parted their mouths and really kissed with just lips for the first time. When they looked at each other there was no fear, just knowing desire, happiness, a look of lust and satisfaction at once. It was peace.

Only then, as they gazed at each other, did Daren realize they had been massaging each other's sweaty hands. It was almost as nice as their kiss. He saw the glint of the smallest droplet of spit on Kimmy's lip, and wanted to suck it off. He gave her another kiss. A little lick of the tip of his tongue, a little suction, and after some wet pecks they were again massaging each other's tongues, more deeply this time, but still without neediness, just joy.

It was only when Daren's girlfriend pulled him back by the shoulder that he felt the sharpness of Kimmy's teeth on his lips, and saw the jealous glare in her eye. It was an instinctual gnashing for something she needed, like prey from the mouth of a wolf. The look faded, and they shared a drooping pout of loss. The next moment they were being admonished by their significant others. By the next morning Kimmy would forget. Daren would try to suppress the memory for the rest of his life.

But Daren could, if he allowed himself, call up this memory in an instant. It was a testament to his self-control that he hadn't allowed himself to do so in years. Kimmy, on the other hand, was just reminded of it for the first time since that same night years ago as she fell asleep on a friendly stranger's couch. Now, it hit her like a bolt of lightning.

Her face turned red. Her neck and chest was flushing too, and she felt herself rushing with blood everywhere. Her face was frozen in a porcelain smile of embarrassment, having been confronted with the memory. Finally, she moved. She waved her hands as if to dispel the cloud of memory in front of her. Her glance darted around the room and her expression loosened ever so slightly.

"Okay, okay, okay" she said, unsuccessfully holding back bursts of nervous giggling. "Let's talk about something else, otherwise... I'm gunna fucking cheat on my husband."

She turned away from Daren, leaned her belly against the counter and poured herself another glass of wine. Daren noticed how the apron framed her body. Her whole body was swelling with heat and sweat was forming behind her ears.

Daren thought about what she just said. It was true. Kimmy was a cheater. A messy one. Most people who knew Kimmy well, knew the details. She had cheated on every one of her boyfriends since college. Sometimes the other man became her boyfriend after a protracted breakup, and she cheated on them, too.

She cheated on Kurt, Daren knew. He was there the night it happened. A childhood friend was visiting. Drinking and cocaine kept them up together well after everyone else. It was obvious what happened, and it was confirmed when she gushed the details to Daren through tears and self-hatred. If Daren was being cynical, he would say the whole ordeal was a planned event, that she wanted to cross one she missed off the list, but he knew different. It was complicated, messy.

Seeing her hunched over her wine glass in thought, Daren realized once again something he already knew. It wasn't just Kimmy whose every want became an unshakable need. Everyone was drawn to her. It never mattered which party initiated. There was a bonfire between Kimmy and every gaze upon her that needed only a spark to ignite. He wondered if she felt his eyes on her.

Kimmy didn't know how long she had been staring at the wine. There could only be a quarter inch of empty space in the glass, she guessed. She hated the way she felt. Her mind was full of noise, and yet there was one crystal clear thought cutting through.

Don't do it.

But she was more afraid of what life would be if she didn't. Could she stand the always-wondering life? It was stupid, she knew. She had a child upstairs, a husband at work, a house that sheltered it all. She was weighing every possibility imaginable in mere seconds, but she would never figure it out.

There was only one right answer. She would sip her wine, stretch out her back, and make herself aware of her reality. All of these feelings would fade away. She would feel the coolness in the air on her drying sweat. She would be centered, and laugh it off, with a genuine but controlled laugh of relief, and they would kill the hour before Kurt came home just how they had been before that intoxicating memory.

But as soon as she concocted the plan, she grew bored of it. She instead looked over her shoulder at Daren from where she was leaning.

Daren was looking up at her with the dumbest dough-eyed face she had ever seen, and she knew she might as well be looking in a mirror. She was wearing the same look on her face. She turned back away, took a deep gulp from her glass, and waited. She hadn't yet put the glass down when she felt his hands on her sides.

What an amazing body, Daren thought. Better than before. She had gained weight since college. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the modest new curves that accentuated her small waist. His fingertips sensed the softness of her belly. His thumbs felt the strength of her back, and by the time he got to her hips, he was rock hard. He couldn't resist pulling her toward him.

He leaned over her, and she slightly tilted her head so he could kiss her there on her shoulder. He felt the heat coming off her. He tasted the salt of her aroused sweat as he spread his kisses from her collar to her ears. He felt her pulse as she took long pleasurable drinks from her glass until it was finished.

Now her glass was empty, and she had both hands free. Her brain was pounding. She gripped the edge of the counter so she could grind on him harder. She didn't just want to be taken, she wanted to make him hers, too. She knew if he wasn't careful, she could make him cum just from grinding on him. She was starting to feel really stupid, and she was feeling stupid enough to love it. He leaned over her and grabbed her tits through her clothing. She could tell he was feeling the new fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples. His hands were discovery and need. Her breasts ached and hurt badly, but she needed more. She straightened up and arched back toward him, sticking her tits out for him to better feel.

He slid his hands up from her tummy to the bottom of her tits and, lifting them up, he squeezed and pulled outward, letting them slip through his hands, then he played with her engorged nipples. They were sore, but swollen and sensitive too. Every time she thought his touch might be too rough, or his squeeze too tight, he would ease off. She breathed in sharply from the soreness and thought she would tell him to be gentler, but when she opened her mouth, he released, and all that came out was short vocalization and a long exhale. Daren was intoxicated by her breath. Her breath drew him in, and she turned her head so they could kiss.

First, lips met lips, then his tongue pushed past her lips to meet her tongue. Her tongue was a well of sexual energy that he had been looking a decade for. It electrified every nerve and hair on his body. He sensed everything. Her soft, liquid lips. Her lazy, wet tongue. Her cool saliva. Her taste. The same as before. He felt the familiar rush, the thrill, and though he knew she was getting a similar indulgent pleasure, she displayed it in an opposite way. She was the ultimate receiver. The way her body already was -- completely relaxed, radiating heat, thoughtless in its every tiny motion, completely sure of itself and its place here and now -- Daren couldn't help but melt into the same state. Neither were conscious of where his hands wandered while their mouths were joined. The kiss severed any connection to the outside world.

As they finally released their kiss, Kimmy turned her head back forward, but she didn't bother to close her mouth, or stop the thin trail of saliva from dripping onto the counter. Her head hung a little lower, and she stared into the black emptiness of the oven. She slowly smiled, half-closed her eyes, and eased her weight onto her heels as she felt Daren's head under her dress.

Daren dragged his nose over her cloth covered clit, warm pussy, and between her soft cheeks. It was the richest sex he had ever breathed, but he had sampled it before. Kimmy always gave off her scent, so subtly he didn't realize he had previously been enticed by it. Now that he was confronted by her musk completely, he recognized it as part of her essence, which had driven him wild for years. He pulled down her floral undies until they sat on the floor. He ran his hands back up her stout legs and slid his thumbs under the crease of her cheeks. He firmly spread her and licked. Kimmy would give all of herself to him without hesitation, he knew. Her clit was his to tongue, her labia, his to suck, her soft inner thigh, his to bite. Her pussy dripped nectar for him to lap and drink down. He savored this new taste of her. When he licked up to her tight hole, flexible and relaxed, Kimmy laid her head on the counter as if she was taking a nap at her desk. It was natural for her to be enjoyed so thoroughly.

In one move, Kimmy flipped her panties away, spun around, sat on the counter and lifted her dress skirt. She had Daren's head in her hands, turning it this way and that, up and down as he tongued her pussy and sucked her clit. She grinded into his face until she came, digging her heels into his back, clutching his hair, moaning and shaking. When she finally relaxed, he looked up to see her beaming down at him. She pulled him to his feet and they kissed again. This time deeper and rougher. Even if she sucked saliva from his mouth for hours, the taste of her sex wouldn't have gone away.

"Fuck me," she said, with a hand caressing his face. She helped him take off his shirt, and he pushed her backwards with his kissing until she was lying on her back. He pulled at her apron string, which was tied at the front, and reached under her to get at her dress strings in back. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, and Daren and Kimmy both worked on finishing undressing while they fucked.

Daren's cock slid into Kimmy's plump pussy without much resistance. Her warm opening welcomed him with its soft slackness. She was ready for him. Her full tits bounced as he fucked into her. Her wetness dripped down his balls and dripped down her ass. She moaned freely, then sucked her fingers. Sometimes her fingers would unconsciously slide out of her mouth and she would return to moaning. Daren grunted and moaned, too. Her legs gently pulled him into her. She wanted full thrusts, nothing less than his entire length with every stroke, and she wanted his cock to pull out all the way to the head with every stroke, too.

Daren effortlessly pinned Kimmy's wrists to the counter over her head. Her sore breasts flattened, and her shapely armpits let her body odor rise to his nose, fueling him to fuck her harder, better, to want to really be inside her. Her wetness doubled, her pussy was ready to tighten, over and over. They came, together, and as Kimmy tensed and released, she pulled Daren in with her legs. He came deep in her, panting vocally, and Kimmy let out a long deep "ohh."