Kelly Ch 03

This is part 3 of "Kelly." Parts 1 and 2 are nice, but not essential, to read before this. Again, this is a work of complete fiction.

I am grateful to the person who left delightful feedback saying: "Hard as it is to believe, mushy makes for exciting sex!" All five parts were written before that comment, and all I can say is: Amen, and true for real life, too.

I awoke in the middle of the night with my nose buried in Kelly's hair, as she spooned closely on her side in front of me. She smelled so good, a combination of her shampoo, that dusky smell of warm skin, and musk from our lovemaking. My one hand held her breast, my other arm cradled her head. My now-resting penis brushed her ass cheeks. She felt so good to touch.

I thought about all that had transpired in these last days. Discovering that a girl I had lusted for through nearly four years of high school liked me, too. Learning that she was just as beautiful inside as she was outside. Falling deeply in love almost instantly. Losing our virginity in wonderful, passionate lovemaking. Having the girl of my dreams as my girlfriend. And now, sleeping with that same beautiful girl! Actually sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up!

I felt overwhelmed, and a pain rose up from somewhere deep inside. I didn't really understand why, but it did, and I began to sob. I didn't want to wake Kelly, so I tried to pull away a little, but she sighed and pulled me closer instead. I couldn't stop the sobbing and my body wracked. Suddenly, Kelly was wide-awake.

"You're crying! What's wrong?" she said as she rolled over to face me.

"I don't know," I sobbed.

"What did I do? Tell me," she was really concerned now.

"Nothing. You didn't do anything."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No," I sobbed harder, "I'm OK."

"No you're not," she grew firm, "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing!"

"Well, there's something. You don't love me? Is that it?"

I was quiet for a long time, thinking about what I was feeling. Kelly just stared at me. From time to time I would sob almost uncontrollably, and she would gently put a hand on my face. She had a very worried look. I was one messed up puppy.

"Kelly, I've never felt this way about anybody before, the way I feel about you. I woke up and started thinking about what's happened between you and me, and then all of a sudden I started to hurt. My chest was tight and I hurt physically, all over, but especially in my heart. And well, I just started crying. It's pretty embarrassing," I said haltingly, "I don't know if I'm crying because I hurt, or because I'm so happy I don't know how to express it any other way."

"Pain about what?" she asked, a little less worried, but only a little.

"I think that falling in love with you has made me realize how lonely I am. How cut off I feel from people. My mom's an alcoholic. Dad got me to see a therapist about it, who told me I'd have trouble ever getting truly close to anyone. Guess she's right. I love you so much, but I'm so scared."

"Scared of what?" she asked.

"I'm not even sure. Scared of you dumping me. Scared of showing you myself, and having you laugh at me. Scared of sharing who I am and you finding that I'm not for you." I sobbed again. "My therapist says the way people avoid feeling abandoned is by not forming close ties in the first place. But that's a lonely way to live. Now that you're in my life, I know that. But I'm terrified. I think the more you love someone, the scarier it is to fear being abandoned. At one level, I want to run to you. But I also want to run away."

Kelly moved in and gave me a full-body hug. "I know that you won't believe me when I tell you, but I love you with my entire body and soul. I don't ever want to be without you. I love the inside you – the man with the romantic heart and gentle laugh and sweet lips." With that, she softly kissed me.

"How can I make this good?" I said, wiping tears, "I want to be perfect for you. I want to be everything you've ever dreamed of having in a man. I want to love you in the way of all the great Hollywood movies where the two stars fall in love and everyone lives happily ever after. I want to know you so well and love you so deeply that we are two parts of one being. But I don't know how to do that. I guess I don't know how to love you in the ways I want to. Kelly, don't let me run away!"

"I will help you, my love," she said, wiping away my tears, too, and running her fingers through my hair, "I'll help you, but you have to try to trust me, and trust in my love. You will always have my love, no matter what." With that, she kissed me again, and her tongue swept into my mouth to engage mine. She pressed in hard and hugged me to her. "By the way, sir knight, it may seem odd to you, but all that you just said I find incredibly romantic!"

"It's just the truth again, that's all," I shrugged.

"Maybe if you don't think you know how to love me, you should just keep telling me the truth, because it works pretty well!" Kelly kissed me passionately, searching out my tongue with hers.

My cock began to rise. She felt it and pressed against it with her leg. She moved over me so that she completely commanded our kissing, which she now kept up with a fervor. Then, she rolled me on my back and climbed up to straddle me, my hard cock pinned against my waist by her now-moist pussy. She wouldn't let her lips off of mine. She moved forward, and the tip of my cock felt her entrance. With one swift move she impaled herself, my cock sinking deeply inside her tightness. Still kissing me, she began to hump me with a wild, reckless abandon. I grabbed her waist and just followed her movements as she loved me hard. Her waist was so firm, her skin so smooth to hold. I felt so much love for this little girl.

She broke our kiss and sat up, putting her hands on my chest. She rose and fell and rose and fell, in long, fast strokes. I looked down to see my cock sinking into her and emerging. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them gently, her erect nipples between my thumbs and knuckles. She gasped and humped harder. Then she changed, and her strokes became short as she ground my dick as deep into her pussy as she could, and moved only a little. I could feel the tip of my nine inches against her cervix. I was amazed that such a tiny girl could hold so much cock. She ground and grunted and fucked me. I grabbed her ass with both hands and moved her up and down my cock. I was in control of the rhythm now, but I wasn't letting up. I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could. They were so firm and tight. I watched my cock pump in and out of her. It was wet with her juices in the candlelight. She screamed and cried out. She was out of control and thrashing from side to side as she fucked me. My cock felt enormous. I could feel its head swelling, making Kelly's vagina seem even tighter. What's more, she squeezed me with her muscles so hard it almost felt as if we couldn't move. But we did, and beautifully, together.

"Cum for me!" she cried, "Fill me up!" I need to feel you explode!"

"Oh, Kelly, I love you!" And I exploded, ramming her down on my member, arching my back off the bed and raising her into the air as my seed washed her womb. I came and came and came in burst after burst while she moaned and humped. She bent and mashed her lips into mine in a deeply passionate, out-of-control kiss. We kept kissing, the passion remaining but the intensity of the kisses slowly subsiding until they settled down to soft, deeply affectionate lip touching. Spent, she finally collapsed on my chest, her arms around me, her face pressed to my neck, still a bit out of breath.

"I needed to do that to you," she whispered in my ear, "I needed to show you how I feel." She nipped my earlobe.

I stroked her hair. "You mean, you wanted to kill me?" I said with a smile.

"If that's what it takes to show you how much I love you, then, as I've said before, today is a good day to die." She looked steadily into my eyes. Then she smiled a smile that could have illuminated a city. "I hope you'd at least die with a smile on your face."

"That's for sure! I don't know how much more loving like that I can take," I said.

"I intend to find out," she giggled. "Do you think you could fall asleep while you're still inside me?"

"Wow! I'd sure like to try! Can we spoon again?"

"Good idea." Kelly rolled off me, and lay on her side with her back to me. I put an arm under her neck and another around her waist. My cock, still hard, pressed against her ass cheeks. She reached behind and took it, guiding it into her wet, slick pussy. "Mmmm. That feels so nice. Let's sleep, my love." She moved just a little to stroke my hard cock inside her, enough to keep me stimulated. Soon, though, we were fast asleep.

Love is an incredible thing. So is being eighteen years old. When I awoke, my dick was still inside her, and very hard. We were so tired we hadn't moved, and I had slept a long part of the night with my penis inside the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet! Incredible!

Morning light shone in the window and the clock radio read just a little after seven. I decided to awaken her in a unique way. I slowly started stroking my cock in and out as she lay pressed against me. It was a different feeling to take her from behind on our sides. After a few strokes, she sighed and began to move against me. To feel my pubic hair brush her ass on the in-stroke was great. It all felt different inside her, too, and wonderful.

"What a nice way to wake up!" she purred, moving back tighter against me, responding to my motion.

"I was hoping you'd like it," I said, as I continued to stroke her slowly. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and slicker as we moved. I rolled on top of her, her legs flat on the bed. I was above her pumping into her pussy from behind. She lay there motionless while I did.

"Your cock feels so good. Do you mind if I just take?" she said.

"I don't mind at all. I'll just look at you while we make love," I said, pushing up onto straight arms and looking down at her luscious body – the smooth skin of her back, her tight, gorgeous ass, her slim, firm legs spread wide with my body between them and my cock plunging in and out of her wet snatch. We needed a little elevation. "Here," I said, "Put pillows under your tummy, it will raise you up and I'll go deeper."

She put the pillows under her tummy and thighs, and her sweet little butt stuck up in the air. I hadn't removed myself, and suddenly I could penetrate another full inch. "Oh, oh," she cried in rhythm of my thrusts, "That's so good! I love it! I love what you do to me." She rocked in rhythm against me, fucking me in return. Our pace sped up, and soon we were humping away as hard as we could. I don't know where it kept coming from, but I'm glad it did: another load readied itself in my balls.

"Oh, Kelly, I'm going to cum!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!"

And I did. Another huge load that I spent after plunging into her as deeply as I could. She arched her back and reached behind to grab my ass as she came with me, crying out in ecstasy. I must say, I had one happy penis. And a happy heart. Worn out, we rolled on our sides and cuddled, my poor dick finally going limp.

"I don't know if I can ever get it up again," I said mournfully.

"Wanna bet?" she said with a grin.

There was a long pause. "No bet," I said, "Not if you're my inspiration."

"I want to inspire you any time I have the urge," she said, and she snuggled against me, "And I'm warning you, sweetie, I'm going to feel urges a lot!"

We dozed for a little while. When I awoke, I heard rain. I left Kelly as quietly as I could, and slipped into the bathroom, where I urinated and looked out the window. It was dark and dreary, and the rain was falling hard. It felt a little raw and cold even inside the house. Bad day for our planned trip to the beach. But another idea took shape.

Kelly came downstairs about an hour later, wearing the same white shirt she had worn the night before at dinner. Her hair was unbrushed, and her eyes were still a little puffy from sleep. She was groggy.

"What's this?" she asked sleepily, as I stood before her.

"It's cold. It's pouring rain. But we're still going to the beach!" I said.

"What?"

"Look!"

I had spread my beach blanket in the middle of the living room floor, and put up the umbrella to shade us from the window. There were two low chairs, a picnic basket, an inflated beach ball, and two books. A bottle of suntan lotion leaned against the basket. Music came from the stereo. I was dressed in a swimsuit, Hawaiian shirt, big straw hat, sunglasses, and flip-flops.

"I promised you the beach, where we were probably going to sit out in the sun, bake, fight bottle flies, try to read, talk a bit, get sunburned, swim in freezing water, eat food covered by ants, and fight traffic coming home. Or, more likely today, get soaked in the rain and freeze. This way, it seems we can keep the best, ditch the worst, have better music, and have no sand in my clean car!"

"It's perfect!" she cried, "I'll go change!"

She returned a few minutes later still wearing the shirt. "I thought you were going to change?" I said.

"I did. I put my bikini on underneath."

"I might have preferred the original way."

"How public a beach is this?" she queried.

"Hadn't really thought about that," I admitted.

"Wait, you had all yesterday to fantasize and plan," she said, "So what did you fantasize about?"

"I don't really want to tell you," I mumbled.

"Oh, fantasizing about other women?"

"No, Kelly. Can we please change the subject?"

"Uh, oh. I messed up," she said, suddenly remembering last night. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." She paused. "The last time you wanted to change the subject, it was something romantic. Please tell me, Justin."

"Well, I spent yesterday fantasizing about the rest of my life. Jobs, houses, traveling. A wife," I said, looking at her. "And babies. The whole domestic thing that I'd always thought I never needed or wanted. And all of a sudden I was in this fantasy where I had all of it. With you. And I was so happy."

Tears streamed down her lovely cheeks. "I don't know anything that you could say to me that would be more wonderful, and more romantic than that. I think maybe you do love me. Oh, God! I said something stupid again!" She hugged me hard.

"It's OK. I'm sorry about last might. I may be that some of the fantasy went deeper than I thought, and I was reacting to that, too."

"Don't apologize for last night. I know you're embarrassed about it, but I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to cry. Lord knows I've done enough of it with you already, including right now." She hugged me again and sobbed.

"Please, no tears Kelly. It breaks my heart to see you cry, even happy tears." I held her close, and it really felt like my heart was breaking. But it also felt good to comfort her and protect her. "Breakfast!" I said suddenly, pointing a finger in the air, "We need to hit the beach with full bellies, because I don't trust what's in the picnic basket!"

"That's another advantage of our new beach," she said, gesturing to my setup, "We're close to the fridge."

Kelly made the best French toast I'd ever tasted for breakfast. We talked of many things. She shared a lot about herself, and I found her more beautiful by the minute. I felt comfortable with her as I did with no one else, not even my dad, who had always been my best friend, who had helped me so much with the recent dark times with Mom. Kelly was even better.

After I finished more food than I should have eaten, I leaned back and cut loose with a huge belch.

"Well, maybe you're right that I'll never match you in belching!" she said, startled.

"You're supposed to thank me," I said regally, patting my belly.

"I'm supposed to thank you for belching?" she said, curiously.

"It's an old Roman custom to belch after a great meal. Charlton Heston did it in 'Ben Hur,' and his Roman host thanked him for the compliment."

"Oh, I am uncultured, to be so unaware of ancient Roman customs," she said, literally rolling her eyes. We laughed. "Let's hit the beach!"

"Can you get a hairbrush?" I asked.

"Why? Gonna spank me with it?"

"I just might. But actually, I want to brush your hair."

Her eyes flashed, she smiled, and raced upstairs, returning in a moment with a wood-handled brush. "My mom used to like to brush my hair when I was little. She hasn't done it in ages."

"I think I'd like to brush it," I said, "it seems like something you'd do at the beach."

We spent the day at our beach, reading books (homework English reading, actually), listening to music, (Beach Boys 'Pet Sounds.' It had always been a favorite. Jackson Browne's first record, with 'Doctor My Eyes' and imagining Kelly naked, eating chocolate cake on the floor.)

She looked stunning: her tiny, crocheted bikini on her slim, tight form. Just enough stitches to cover her breasts, few enough stitches to show off her flat tummy, graceful, slim hips, and dynamite legs. Flesh colored, too, so it was easy to imagine her wearing less.

After a while, I said, "Come over here with your brush and sit between my legs." She came and sat with her back to me, and I could press my knees against her shoulders. I took the brush and started brushing her hair. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I tried to imagine myself in her place, and imagine what would feel good. It seemed to work. Soon her eyes were closed, and she'd lean her head a little towards the brush. I would brush long strokes through her beautiful hair and follow the brush with my hand. Sometimes I would take hair in my hand and start the brush there. I brushed for a long time. She would softly sigh, and she put her arms around my knees and squeezed them a little now and then. I put my arms around her and hugged her back to me, holding her close and nuzzling her neck. We spent over an hour brushing and hugging. No words between us, but it felt like there was no need to talk. We communicated through our touch.

Finally, she twirled on her tail and lifted a leg over my head, so that she faced me and her legs straddled me, her legs over mine as mine straddled her. She leaned forward and, putting her arms around me, gave me a deep kiss. "That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me!" she said, and kissed me again. I held her shoulders.

"I really, really enjoyed that, Kelly. I will be most happy to brush your hair any time."

"Thank you. I will definitely take you up on that!" she said happily. "I'll tell you one other thing. It really turns me on!" And again, she kissed me deeply.

"How public is this beach?" I asked suspiciously.

"It is entirely, entirely private," she replied confidently.

"So, it would be OK if I did this?" I said as I untied her bikini strap from behind her back. "And this?" as I untied the strap from her neck. I took the straps and removed her top, setting it aside.

"It would be more than OK. It is highly desired," she said, and kissed me again.

"What about this?" I said as I untied the side straps from her bikini bottom.

"Well," she said, "If you're going to do that, then I must remove your suit as well." I took her bottoms away as she lifted slightly. Then she worked down my suit, and in a jumble of legs and bodies we managed to get it off. We laughed at our clumsiness. I took off my shirt. Then, we were both naked, straddling each other. I looked at her perfect body. She looked at my throbbing cock. She reached out and encircled it with both hands. "I thought you said you'd never get it up again?" She stroked gently with both hands up and down my shaft.

"But I didn't take your bet, citing you as inspiration."

"Are you inspired?"

"You are my only inspiration, and you inspire me totally."