Frustration Boils Over
Mick had already been awake for fifteen minutes by the time his alarm came to life at ten o'clock on Monday morning. He reached over and silenced it then rolled onto his back again. Mick was in no hurry to go anywhere fast as there was no class scheduled due to the MLK holiday. It had been a hectic two weeks so far with school and work. The Dugout was bustling the entire weekend due to the football conference championships and Mick had picked up a couple of extra hours. Today basically marked the halfway point of the winter semester and he was grateful for the break.
Kimberly and the previous Thursday evening crept into his mind. Mick laid there wondering what her deal was. He did not believe she was intentionally trying to be a tease, but still...
Mick's thoughts drifted to his encounter with Athena down in the basement of The Dugout on New Year's. He realized that the last time he had been laid was a month prior during his congress with Gabrielle... and Sean. Suddenly, passing on the opportunity to fuck Athena seemed rather foolish and the more he thought about Kimberly and Athena, the more frustrated and agitated he became.
Once more, Mick alarm buzzed which only annoyed him further. He nearly knocked his phone off the nightstand in the course of silencing the dissonance. Knowing he did not even have the patience currently to rub one out, Mick kicked off his covers wildly and got out of bed.
After a trip to his personal lavatory, Mick grabbed a nutrition bar and energy drink before sitting down at his computer to go through his email and social media accounts. Twenty minutes later he was headed out the door to the fitness center to get a workout in and with the weather continuing to be rather chilly, he opted to put some time in on the stationary bike instead of going for a run.
When Mick returned back to his room, he grabbed his nearly full laundry bag and got two loads of wash started before heading to shower. These days it was a solitary ritual as Mick had been destitute of any company for several weeks and he felt a bit lonely at times.
After showering, Mick transferred his clothes to the dryer and went back to his dorm room to study while waiting for his laundry to finish. Once done, he folded his clothes and changed out the linens on his bed. With his chores now completed, Mick readied himself to head out and get his hair cut, find a late lunch/early dinner, and grab some items at the grocery store for his private quarters.
Just as he was reaching for his keys someone knocked on his door and when he opened it, Mick found Kimberly standing on the other side. "Hey," he said, surprised to see her or anyone else for that fact, but she would not be his last surprise visitor that day.
"Hi," she answered before asking, "What are you up to?"
"I was about to run out to get some stuff done," he informed her and then inquired, "What's up?"
"Nothing really," she replied, adding, "Text me later when you're free."
"You're welcome to ride along if you want," Mick offered.
"I actually just got back from my parent's house, I was home all weekend," she explained. "We can talk later," Kimberly told him.
Mick winced a little on the inside as it was now obvious that something was on Kimberly's mind and that most likely meant some sort of accompanying drama. Kindly he asked, "Do you want to come in?" Kimberly shook her head up and down so Mick motioned to her inviting his friend in.
Once inside Kimberly asked him, "Is there any way I could impose upon you and request one of your specialty cocktails?"
"My one day off and you want me to bartend?" joked Mick, but by the expression on her face he could tell something was definitely on her mind. He threw two rum and cokes together and had Kimberly join him on the love seat.
Kimberly took a large swig from the red Solo cup Mick had handed her and said while avoiding eye contact with Mick, "You're either going to laugh at me or hate me."
"What's going on?" he asked pointedly.
"About the other night...," Kimberly said with her voice trailing off.
"You don't owe me an explanation," Mick assured her but the truth was that he was very interested in hearing whatever she seemed intent on divulging.
"I'm a virgin," confessed Kimberly.
It was the one possibility that Mick had not considered and he sat there dumbfounded by her admission. "Well that explains it," he thought, but before he could find his voice Kimberly continued.
"My father's side of the family is English and my mother's is Irish, so it's a good thing they're both Catholic," she informed him. "Strict Catholic," offered Kimberly emphatically. "I made a promise to my faith and my parents to remain abstinent until marriage," she told him, "and I have every intent of honoring that pledge."
"I see," replied Mick, "I appreciate you telling me, I imagine it wasn't easy."
Kimberly smiled at him, obviously somewhat relieved.
"After the way I ran out the other night, I didn't want you to think that I was playing games," she told Mick, "or was some sort of psycho." He himself smiled and admitted to her, "I wasn't sure what to think about it honestly."
"All I could think about this weekend was, were mad at me and, what you would think when I told you?" Kimberly revealed.
Mick thought about her words further and inquired, "So... what are you saying?"
She looked away for a brief moment in contemplation, exhaled and then confessed sounding disheartened, "It's probably best if I were to keep my distance from now on."
Mick respected her convictions and shook his head acknowledging Kimberly's stance on the matter, but he offered no words in return having found himself surprisingly disappointed with what he had just heard from her. Only last week Mick had trepidations after Kimberly had pulled the overnighter, fearing being drawn into some sort of commitment. Now oddly, he was feeling some small sense of loss.
"You know," said Kimberly, before turning back toward him, "every girl in the dorm thinks your gorgeous." Her compliment flattered Mick and he felt like he might blush. He smiled at her, unsure of how to respond. "I think you're gorgeous," she confessed to him. Kimberly gave Mick a smile in return for a few seconds before beginning to slowly lean in towards him. Mick met her halfway and the two began to softly kiss one another. "God you're a good kisser," she whispered to him.
Mick reached up with his hand and laid it along the side of Kimberly face, inserting his fingers into her soft hair. With the lightest touch, he began to trace a circle around the outside edge of Kimberly's ear with his thumb as he kissed her. She was amazed at how even his simplest touch made her heart race. Kimberly turned away, breaking from their oral coalescence to offer her bare neck in return. Mick immediately seized upon the opportunity and began to kiss her all over her neck which only made Kimberly's heart beat harder. She put her palm against his chest and shoved him backwards, pinning Mick against the back of the loveseat.
Kimberly took another drink from her cup and placed it on the coffee table, then climbed onto Mick's lap bestriding him. She pressed her body into his own, tilted her head down towards Mick and resumed making out with him. "And that's the problem," Kimberly told him as she came up for air. "I don't want to stay away," she confided.
After kissing each other for several more minutes, Mick's lips wandered back over to the side of Kimberly's neck. He pulled the flat collar of her blouse to the side as far as it would go and began to kiss her in the area of her trapezius and clavicle. She loved it and could not help but want him to explore her more, just as Mick had done several nights prior. Kimberly leaned back and with both hands, she grabbed her shirt just above the top of her pants and lifted it, yanking her bra up in the process. Mick watched her mangos drop out of her bra and spring back up, and he immediately attacked her breasts with his mouth.
Kimberly allowed Mick to enjoy himself for a moment before she once again pushed him back against the couch. "You need to understand," she said to Mick as he looked her, "My pants always have to stay on." Mick looked up at her but before he could offer any response Kimberly stated further, "I know it's unfair to ask, but if you can't abide by that rule then I have no choice." He nodded, implicitly agreeing to her terms.
Kimberly leaned back in towards Mick while continuing to press him against the couch. She allowed herself to come just close enough so that he could reach her nipple with his tongue. Mick massaged her nub with his oral muscle for a bit before flitting it several times. She leaned forward a little more allowing him to capture her fleshy projection between his lips and Mick held onto her stem firmly with his mouth and tugged on it.
Stretching his arm out as far as he could reach, Mick was able to get his hand around behind Kimberly. He pulled her closer and inhaled into his mouth as much of her breast as he could. Kimberly immediately pushed herself back away from him withdrawing her pert orb from his maw in the process. Mick pulled her back towards himself and captured her globe in his mouth once more, but Kimberly immediately pulled back denying him his prize yet again.
The playful tug of war played out several more times before Kimberly surrendered herself to Mick. Gently he fondled both of her mounds and alternated between them, kissing Kimberly all over her breasts and flicking her nipples with his tongue. She could feel her legs begin to turn to jelly and unable to hold herself up any longer, Kimberly collapsed down onto Mick's lap. Instantly she felt Mick's rigid package up against her crotch.
Incapable of resisting the urge to do so, Kimberly started to grind against the bulge that was doing its best to escape from Mick's jeans. Back and forth she went, over and over his firm tool, randomly interspersing the repetition with a gyration or two while blithely Frenching him.
Kimberly uncoupled from his lips and reclined back. With both hands, Mick held on to her by the waist as she twisted around to retrieve her cocktail. Kimberly sat back up and took a drink from the cup then offered it to Mick who declined. Again she laid back twisting, and re-deposited her drink upon the table. As Kimberly was returning to vertical, Mick leaned forward and planted his mouth over one of her areola's suckling her. Side to side he went like a tennis ball during a match, alternately sucking on her two melons.
Mick pulled Kimberly back against himself and the two again continued to kiss, their tongues twirling in each other's mouths like whirling Dervishes. Kimberly also wasted no time recommencing dry humping her swain. The two continued go at it for a while with each of them breaking away from time to time to kiss the other's neck. The entire time, Mick's hands never stopped wandering over her body and Kimberly certainly did stop sliding her pudendum along Mick's petrified log.
