I could smell her fresh scent. I loved the way she smelled like she just hopped out of the dryer freshly washed then fluffed. I used to love the sweet smell of women in their perfume giving me a whiff when they walk past but once I fell for Kenna, I can never get enough of her smell. She always smelled clean. That's the only way I can describe it.
You know that smell of your favorite detergent and how you'll hold the warm clothes close to you when you remove them from the dryer. You inhale a deep breath of clean clothes and at that moment it's the most refreshing smell that has graced your nose. That was Kenna.
I could feel her wrapped around me hugging me to her, smiling while she runs her nails through my scalp just the way I like. I turn into pliable putty when she does that. If I could purr with satisfaction I would. Her lips slowly kissing mine. Her lips were so soft and plump. I love watching my cock between those beautiful lips of hers looking up at me with those innocent big brown eyes.
Looking at Kenna you would think she was the epitome of innocence. Her short stature, her straight white teeth, the proper way she spoke or the way she would code-switch without missing a beat, the way she shyly crosses her hands behind her back canting her head to the side when she wanted something, the kind way she spoke, the way her voice is what you think of when you think of an angelic being, or her eyes. Her exquisite big brown eyes that remind you of little puppies or cute cartoons that make you go 'aw'.
She looks like innocence embodied but behind closed doors, she is a sensuous siren of a woman. She makes my toes curl with the way that she uses her pink tongue on me. Her killer body with dangerous curves. She's so soft everywhere, I catch myself hugging her to me with my face resting on her generous ass. That always makes her chuckle. I love the way she teases me knowing I can't do anything about it. I love the way we fuck after a long day of teasing each other, then finally getting alone time to act out all of our desires.
My lust transformed into love at her volleyball game. It sounds crazy. It is crazy but my mind has been wrapped around her and only her since then. That wanton little hussy fucked me in the middle of the woods. Thrusting inside of her tightness has become a need for me. Tasting her wetness at her center drove me crazy with her special aroma. She likes to stare in my eyes while I fuck her. It's so intense.
The facial expressions she makes in the throes of passion never cease to make me want to keep that look permanently on her face. Her moans crescendo when she's about to come for me squeezing me inside of her pulling my essence out to coat her perfect lithe body.
My alarm goes off as I'm thrusting my hardness against my bed thinking I was inside of her. I didn't get any rest last night. I have bags under my eyes and I just don't feel like going to work at all. I dazedly go about my morning routine then drive to work on auto pilot. I make it to my office with a mile long list of things I have to do. I pray the day goes by fast.
Dan was ignoring and avoiding me so I tracked him down in his office. I peeked my head inside to see if he was alone.
"Go away I don't have the patience to talk with you right now." he called from his chair once he saw me.
"It wasn't what it looked like Dan I promise you." I stepped fully in his office closing the door.
"It looked like not even a full day passed after a fight, that you started, you decided to get your dick wet with some random woman." he looked at me with ice in his eyes.
"No, she's just a friend."
"Oh please, men and women cannot be friends. Especially heterosexual men and women." Dan didn't sound convinced.
"I would never do anything like that to Kenna, I love her. Brigid saw that something was wrong so she wanted to help."
"Oh, so she has a name, great." He said dryly.
"I'm serious Dan you have to trust me on this." I beg.
"Like you trusted Kenna?" all right that was a low blow and way too soon.
I guess he noticed that I deflated because he clicked his tongue then came over to me.
"I'm sorry but you hurt her Axl. I was the one who had to see her crying not you. All she wanted to do was surprise you. She didn't want to go to Sean but she wanted everything to be perfect and special for you. Kai was in on it too since he lives in San Diego. Kenna never does anything like this for the people she dates. I mean Kenna never 'dates' anyone to begin with, you're the first person that she uses the boyfriend or significant other title with. You was her something special specifically for her and now you crushed her. If you really loved Kenna like you say you do or if you even knew her like you say you do, then you would have known she would never do anything to jeopardize what she has with you. Ya'll were my dream couple."
"Why do you keep using past tense wording like there is no possible way I'll get her back?" hope was starting to slip through my fingers.
"I would like to say that you still had a chance but you know Kenna. She gave you a second chance and you blew it. She won't allow herself to get played three times by the same person." Dan said it with such finality I was starting to believe him.
"No this isn't the end. I'll get her back if it's the last thing I do." I sounded dramatic but I have to find a way to fix this.
"Good luck man. I'll try to talk her into talking to you but I won't make any promises." he didn't look really committed to that task.
"That's all I can ask for." We talked a bit about business then I left to finish up the rest of the day.
Driving home I tried to think of all the things I needed to do to get back in her good graces. I wasn't talking out of my ass when I said I'll do whatever it costs to get her back but I'm stuck at what I should do to get her attention since she won't answer my calls or text messages. I even called her job but every time I called, she was always busy or not in. I was too wound up, maybe I should make myself a drink.
One drink turned into I guess three drinks and four shots of whiskey.
I don't even know why she's blowing this whole thing out of proportion, it's not like I accused her of murder. She's being overly dramatic and being a baby for not talking to me. Couldn't she see I only said and did what I did because I love her? It's not like I hit her, just that fucker Sean. Fuck it I'm calling her because she's being childish. What happened to 'oh Axl we have to communicate' and all that shit? Her voicemail beeps.
"Kenna baby, talk to me I'm so sorry I'll do anything for you." I hung up. I called again, voicemail again.
"You can't keep ignoring me. I love you and I should have trusted you. I promise I won't do it again. I'll even be nice to Sean." I hung up. Called again leaving another voicemail.
"No fuck Sean! I'd sock him again too, he had it coming." I hang up. Call again.
"Ok ok I won't hit him again since he's your friend. I didn't mean anything I said. I should be saying this to your beautiful face, not to this machine! I need to touch you, hold you, kiss you. I need to be inside of you baby. Fuck, I miss you and it's only been two days. Please call me I just wanna hear your voice." I hang up then call again.
I sigh heavy into the phone, "That was inappropriate. You do that to me. But seriously Kenna you need to call me back this is getting crazy." I hang up. Now I'm getting angry. I call again.
"I can't believe you're acting like this! It was a shimple missstake. Don't you want to hear my side of the sory? I apologized and I know I flucked up so you just pick up the fucking phone and call me back or I'm comin' over there." was I slurring? No, I'm not drunk. I call back.
