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Kira Kesey
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Going two months without sex can put you in a REAL bad mood. Noises bother you more, people bother you more... it fucking blows.
It's bad when Mom even comments on it.
I'd been making dinner for us last night and forgot one key ingredient in one of my dishes, and I wound up breaking down and crying.
"Kira! We can go to the store, honey, what's wrong??" she'd asked, hugging me. "When was the last time you got laid, baby?!"
I wound up laughing at that even if i didn't want to.
But it had been since February.
In March, Mom and I took a trip down to Florida to get away from Ohio for a while.
Now here it was, early April, and Jack had seemingly vanished.
Or so I thought.
I'd gotten out of the shower one night and was brushing out my hair when my cordless rang. I walked into my room, my towel around my waist. I answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi," said the familiar voice. It was Jack!
"Jackson?" I began, slightly irritated as I sat down on my bed. "You'd better have a VERY good fuckin' excuse for not calling or stopping by..."
"Sorry..." he softly replied. "Things have been heavy lately, and..."
"So you vanish??" I cut him off. "We have sex, then you disappear. That's not the Jack I know."
I about said 'love', but I was too scared to admit my REAL feelings for this boy.
There was a pause on his end.
"It isn't. You're right," he replied.
His tone helped. He sounded guilty.
I sighed, letting my towel drop off as I stood up. I saw my nude self in the mirror. I normally weighed around a buck sixty, but I'd gotten a touch thicker, especially in my thigh, tit and ass region. My muffin top had slightly expanded (I was NOT pregnant by the way!) but I was sunkissed a little from the vaca, and I was glad to see my paleness was gone- at least for a little while.
I put on my favorite black tank and a fresh pair of panties as I talked to Jack.
"All right..." I said. "I can't stay mad at you."
"Thanks," Jack said, laughing a little. "What are you doing?"
I grinned a little. "Getting dressed for bed. I was just in the shower a little bit ago before you called."
"Oh?" Jack replied, his tone sounding curious. "All squeaky clean?"
I giggled. "Mhm."
"Must've been nice."
"Not really. You weren't here to join me."
"What...?"
"What....?" I echoed, laughing as I lay down on the bed. I spread my legs, feeling the coolness of my sheets beneath my skin. "You heard me."
"Too bad."
"It is."
Another pause. Then Jack surprised me.
"Are you alone?"
"Mhm. Mom's working a double again tonight. So I'm alone here in the bedroom."
"Laying down?"
"Mhm."
"Good. You look beautiful on your back anyway."
I blushed hard, biting my bottom lip and imagined him above me then... This boy!
"You look good above me..." I flirted back, crossing my legs. "Especially with that massive cock inside of me..."
I suddenly heard a loud zip on the other end. My mouth dropped open.
"Jack?" I asked, trying hard to stifle my laughter. "What are you doing over there?"
Silence. Then he cleared his throat.
"One guess," he said.
"Are you masturbating right now?" I asked, purposely making my tone seductive. I began to fondle my left tit from outside of my top, crossing my legs a little harder to begin stimulation.
"I am..."
I shivered a little in excitement.
"Mmmm... are we horny right now...?" I asked, my tone softer. I slowly groped my tit and, propping the phone between my neck and shoulder, I slid my panties off and kicked them off to the side.
"Yes, baby girl..."
I giggled, blushing as I immediately found my clit and began to slowly rub one out. I loved being called that... but it was altogether hot as fuck when Jack called me that.
He WAS Daddy, after all...
I increased my rubbing, and could hear him breathing hard a little bit, the lotion on his cock making noises in his hand as he rubbed one out to me. I breathed hard, letting a slight moan escape from my lips. My toes curled some, my legs flexing. My juices were now leaking from my tunnel.
I wanted him BAD right now. So I upped my dirty talk to torture him.
"Rub that fucking anaconda, Daddy..." I cooed, rubbing tighter, quicker circles now. "Gettin' off to me right now... such a dirty boy you are, Jackson..."
Jack moaned loud, and i could hear him go faster. But I didn't want him to cum yet.
"Slow dowwwwn..." I sang, going slower myself. "Don't cum yet..."
"I'm so close already, baby..."
He was so cute whining like that...
"Shhhh..." I said in a shaky whisper, rubbing slower. I stifled a moan,
then let out a sigh as my cum began to puddle after spilling down from my cave. I SO wanted him.
Then I had an idea.
"I got a new plan. Come get me and we'll go out."
"Kira! I'm so close?!"
"It'll be worth it! So see you in ten!"
I hung up and giggled before he could say another word.
***
He was at my house in less than five minutes.
I got into the passenger side and sat down, deliberately crossing my legs as I fastened my seat belt, allowing my plaid skirt to ride up and show off the thighs.
"You're so bad." Jack greeted with a wry grin after looking me up and down, pecking me on the lips. He tried to face back to the front but I quickly brought him back and gave him the slowest, sloppiest set of French kisses. He moaned loud, his hand now going around the back of my neck and massaging it.
I shivered as I began sucking on his tongue, drawing out a gasp from his mouth.
I broke our kiss and playfully ruffled his hair with both hands, giggling.
"That's what you get for being gone for so long, Jackson..." I teased, sticking out my tongue. "Two months without seeing you is bad enough... but without you in me? Fuck."
He shook his head, smiling as he shoved it into drive. We rode off.
"You look amazing," he commented, stealing a brief glance at me.
"I've put on a few pounds, though."
"So? Just means there's more to snack on."
I blushed and smiled. "I'm a snack, huh?"
"Yes! You've always looked beautiful to me, Kira."