Continued from Part 2. Please read parts 1 and 2 first then come on back!
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Kristin and I were in bed together, our bodies intertwined and glistening as the sunlight poured in through the window, warming our naked bodies. The ecstasy that I felt as I slipped my cock into her young, soft flesh was almost enough to mask the pain in my face; the pain from a punch I had received from her father. Bill had been my best friend since college and I had betrayed him and his wife Kate by hooking up with their young daughter. I deserved the punch.
"Oh, baby, yeah," my lover cried as I felt her body begin to writhe and jolt as her climax hit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she swore and pushed her head back in the pillow. I pushed my cock deep into her and she looked at me with wild eyes. My cock felt like fire and I exploded deep inside her, my hands wrapped around her slim waist.
"It just... gets better... and better... with you, babe," she said as our bodies relaxed. I smiled at her and collapsed in exhaustion.
Soon after the moment passed, the memories of the events from yesterday flooded back and I felt pangs in my chest again. I just wanted to hold onto Kristin forever and never let go, to protect her from all the evil in the world. Even though perhaps I was the evil. She kissed me sweetly and smiled, stroking my bruised face.
"I'm afraid I'm not going to want to shave for a little while, Kris," I said, trying to make light of the situation.
"I don't mind, love. When you're all better, I can give you a shave just like I did that time." Her eyes glazed over with the nice memory.
"You looked so beautiful that day. I mean, you're always beautiful, but it was a special day," I said.
"Did you notice that I kept pressing my boobs against your arms and shoulders as I cut your hair?" she said with a mischievous smile.
"I did notice. Did you notice that I got a massive hard-on?"
"I always noticed that, because I always checked you out. I noticed that day, which is why I was such a terrible flirt. I wanted you so badly."
"I was in a bad state. But you made me feel much better. And pretty soon, you made everything better."
"I just wanted a fuck from you. I didn't imagine I'd fall in love, Mr. Bailey."
"After spending a few lovely days with you, I knew I could. Which is why I tried to resist, I tried to not get involved. Because..." I broke off, thinking about the consequences of our affair. Her parents might never talk to me again, and their relationship with Kristin would be tainted too.
"It didn't take me long to realize that no other man was going to do. It was you or nobody. Even if my mom and dad can't accept us, I know we had no choice. It's all worth it to be together."
We lay there in each other's arms for a while. Kristin was starting a new job this afternoon and I didn't want to distract her. She looked at her phone. She had a whole slew of texts and missed calls from her parents but she tossed it aside with a long sigh.
"I'll deal with them later."
I looked at my phone as well. I had one message from Tom, a mutual friend of Bill and Kate's. It just read "WTF dude?" I told Kristin this and she made a face and got out of bed, completely at ease in her nudity.
"I need to get ready and focus on my day. Will you drop me off, babe?" she asked, as I lay there admiring her bountiful tits. I didn't answer, just basking in love. She slapped my face, slightly harder than softly. "Hello?"
"Oh, yes, of course, sorry," I answered, snapping out of my delirium. "But then, tomorrow, we'll look for a used car for you, yeah? I know you can drive." Kristin looked at me seriously.
"I can't afford one."
"Yeah I know, but I can help you."
"No way, Michael. I'm not..."
"Kristin. Sweetie. You're living with me now, right?"
"If that's OK. I could look for an apartment, but I..." she said, and looked sad. I knew she couldn't go home right now.
"I want you to live with me, if you want to stay. And I want to help you buy a car. I'm also gonna help you with college."
"What, no, but..."
"No buts," I interrupted. She looked at me, and crawled back onto the bed and gave me a sweet kiss, sliding her nipples across my chest.
"We'll see. Thank you though, sweetie. For everything. I don't know where I'd be without you."
"You'd be living at your parents house and they'd be buying you a car and paying for your college. I have to do this for you, because it's my fault, that..."
Kristin cut me off. "No, no. We've been through this. You were the noble gentleman and I was the irrepressible slut. I left you no choice. You couldn't resist me," she said and giggled, shaking her tits in my face. But it was nearly true. I had half-heartedly tried to resist her, knowing this would happen. It had basically played out exactly as I had envisioned.
"Anyway, I need to get ready, so stop staring at my sweet young pussy and throw me my panties," she said wickedly, and we both laughed.
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I dropped Kristin off at the restaurant where she would be waiting tables, at least until she started college in the fall. Then driving off, I felt strangely lost. I had hardly been without her for months now, and it was an odd sensation to see her walk away. I drove home, and figured I would try and get some work done.
I checked my phone and thought about sending a message to Bill, but just replied to Tom instead: "I know." Just then a message came through from Kristin saying she was fine, with about 30 emoji hearts, peaches and eggplants attached.
I replied, "You'll be great. I'll pick you up at 11, love M," then I included one singular heart and sent it off. I went for a walk.
Later that night, having spent a restless day killing time, I wandered over to the restaurant and because I was early, sat down at a table, and luckily, it turned out to Kristin's section. Or she saw me and claimed it, I couldn't be sure.
"Welcome To George's." I heard a familiar voice and looked up. It was Kristin, hair up in a ponytail, and in her tight little stripy uniform, accenting her womanly figure, she looked extraordinarily hot.
Before I could say "hi," she butted in and neutrally asked me if I'd been in before and if I wanted something to drink. I ordered a beer, and watched in amazement as she skipped deliciously across the room to the bar, her chest bouncing and her ass a rare treat in short shorts. I shook my head and laughed a little, watching her.
A few minutes passed as I perused the menu, and a young guy dropped a beer at the table. He noticed me spying on the nubile new girl and nodded at me in recognition. "How about that piece of ass, huh?" He said quietly. My mouth opened but no words materialized. "Man, she is an A1 fox. A total babe, right? She's only been here for a second and every dude wants to get with her," her continued, laughing.
I nodded idiotically, not certain whether to be offended, flattered, amused or threatened.
"Well, enjoy the view my man," he said, and wandered off. Kristin returned, and asked me if I wanted anything.
"The onion tower is pretty popular," she said with a yawn, then dropped her pen. "Oops," she purred, then bent over to pick it up, giving me a glorious front row view of her sensational cleavage, and the kid tending bar a booty show that I assume would be permanently stored in his wank bank. He looked at me, bit his knuckle and I couldn't help but feel proud of my girl.
"I'm not too hungry, I..." I sputtered stupidly, blushing like a 10 year old school boy, but Kristin interrupted me.
"Well, the kitchen closes in 5 minutes, so order now or don't," she informed me, in a rude tone that she would never have used on a real customer. "Listen Mack, go and sit at the bar so I can clean my tables and get the hell out of here, OK? I've got a boy at home waiting for me to sit on his face, alright?" I did a spit take and stood up quickly, inevitably with a ridiculous pitched tent in my pants for all to see.
I retreated to the bar, and received a knowing nod from the kid. "I, er... I wasn't gonna order food, so..." I explained.
"Oh, it's cool, yeah, the kitchen's probably closed," he said, cleaning a glass. We both sat and admired the view. He whistled to himself. "Can you imagine fucking that?" he confided to me and another older gent at the bar in earshot. He looked over too.
"Some lucky motherfucker gonna tap that honey pot tonight" the gent said. Maybe he wasn't such a gent.
The kid at the bar concurred. "Yup, gonna try and get me some of that sweet stuff. What do you reckon my odds are, Joey?" That apparently was the gent's name.