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Jack Wilson
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To this day, it still leaves me in absolute shock on how it happened.
After that night in her room and from receiving the greatest blow job from any woman that I've previously been with, I couldn't help but want Kira all the more after that.
I still remembered everything: the combination of the scents in her room; her warmth when she held me... her kisses... her tongue... and hell yes, even the way she was looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes with that innocent expression as she took me all in her hot, dripping mouth... She had my body and mind right in the palm of her hand where my cock had also been.
I'd had a dream that same night about her, too. I'd dreamt that I'd snuck into her room and took her by force. Kira's whines and moans from my hand over her mouth as I lay above her and fucked her raw still burned and replayed over and over in my brain. Her cave felt so warm, too... Tight... almost as tight as her legs had been around my waist as I did her.
It's one of those deals where I had never saw myself having sex with Kira, having grown up with her and all. You just don't think about those kinds of things. Kira was, as it was looking to be, just the type of girl who just had a lot more hidden talents as well as one of those good, tough girls who were secret freaks in the bedroom!
I'd woken up the next morning on her couch and stiff as hell in my boxers. I'd been too drunk to drive home the previous night, so she had me surrender the keys before we went to sleep.
Kira was in her room and still sleeping while her mother had already left for work. We slept like this to appease her mother, who actually did like me, but wanted to keep everything safe for everyone. So I'd take the couch whenever I slept at their home.
I sat up, looking at the time on my watch. The time read 8:23 in the morning. My head felt like it had been in a vise. I smoked a cigarette after fixing Kira and I a pot of coffee, then sat back down on the couch as I waited for it to be done.
I was still thinking about last night when I heard Kira's door open. I turned and saw her walk in, yawning and with a cute, grumpy expression on. I smiled at her as she struggled to wake up, flopping down beside me on the couch in a sigh.
I always thought she looked so beautiful first thing in the morning; her hair was slightly matted against her cheek, her face twisted in a grumpy expression. She still wore her black tank top that showcased her luscious tits, as well as still being braless. Her boobs jiggled when she had sat down. She'd changed her pants too; now in her faded, baby pink cotton pj pants that hung loosely on her. She rested her feet upon the coffee table, crossing them softly in front of her. Her sexy toes taunted me, and I already felt my bulge growing in my boxers.
"Good morning!" I greeted loudly, drumming up all enthusiasm to mainly annoy her. It worked.
Kira slowly turned her head to me, her face set in a vicious stare, her blues staring daggers into me. But then I saw a tiny grin form upon her lips.
"Hi," she grunted, playfully smacking my arm as she yawned and took a big stretch. I watched as her body flexed, and then I felt a twitch in my groin. "How'd you sleep?"
"Good," I replied in the middle of a laugh.
"What?!" she asked, laughing with. She stood up and asked, "It is WAY too early for enthusiasm, sir... Coffee ready?"
"Yeah. Sit down, I gotcha." I stood up and went into the kitchen to fix her first cup.
"Thanks," she called after me. I heard her sit down, then the sound of her lighter click twice as she lit her smoke. I carried her cup back in to her, looking at her. She looked so beautiful as she sat up in her seat and sipped her coffee, smoking her cigarette. The strap of her tank fell slightly over her right shoulder in a lazy yet beautiful way somehow. Kira noticed and tugged the strap and back up in its original place. Her blues found me looking at her and she snickered, and I swear that girl blushed a little when she saw me looking at her.
"What!?" she cried, laughing. "Why do you keep staring at me?!"
I laughed. "Drink your coffee and chill out."
Rolling her eyes, Kira drank her coffee.
"Don't tell ME what to do, Jackson..."
"Ain't you so tough!" I teased, looking at her as I sat down.
She took another drag from her cigarette then put it out as she replied, "I'll kick your ass."
She shoved me playfully.
I shoved her back.
"Bring it on, Cupcake!" I jeered.
This brought on a playful shove-off between us, which led to us playfully wrestling on the couch.
We settled down, sitting back upright, then she looked at me and said, "So... we should talk about last night."
"Yeah?" I asked, looking at her and sipping my coffee. "What about it?"
"How do you feel about it?" she asked, crossing one leg over the other. Her thighs protruded beautifully beneath the fabric, and the pantsleg nearest rode up her calf.
Kira always hated how pale she looked, but I've always found paleness on a girl's skin absolutely gorgeous.
Her foot swayed playfully toward me, and Kira had a glimmer in her eyes with her tongue playfully sticking out.
I wanted to fuck her right there.
But I kept cool.
"I loved it!" I replied, nodding. "It was so hot how that happened. It felt right to me. How do you feel about it?"
Kira put out her cigarette, and with a smirk, she uncrossed her legs and lay her head down upon my crotch with her feet now hanging off the arm of the couch on the other side.
"Honestly?" she mused, closing her eyes and smiling wide. Her cheeks began to flush a warm pink.
"Yeah?"
"I loved sucking your dick."
"Kira..."
"What!? I loved giving you a blowjob!" she laughed, looking up at me. "You were fuckin' HUGE, too! I don't know how I managed to fit all of you in my mouth!"
"Sure."
"I'm serious, Jackson..." she softly replied, her hands now upon my chest. Her blues softly shone upon me again and in the morning light that was now pouring through the blinds of the front window. "I love sucking your cock... I love our intimacy that we share... in fact..."
She sat up then, now straddling me after gently taking the cup of coffee out of my hand and setting it upon the coffee table. Her perfect, soft ass planted softly in my groin, and as she locked her arms around my neck, Kira began to grind gently into my hard-on, now dry-fucking me where I sat.
I gasped, letting my head go back against the couch as I shut my eyes and sighed in pleasure. "Fuck..."
Kira giggled, now enveloping my lips into hers. I could taste the coffee on her tongue, hear her little sighs and moans as I kissed her back. My hands went up and down her back as she teased me. Then I went up her top, drawing a squeal she let out in my mouth.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnn...?" she whined, grinding a little quickly.
Her tits slightly bounced into my chest, and the warmth of her body increased.
