Keith stiffened, and his hands stilled their caress.
"Don't lie." His voice had gone cold as stone. "You never sent a single letter. That was the worst part; the hope. Eventually I stopped looking."
Kendra's face was pure confusion. She arched up so she could look him in the face. "I wrote you every week! At first, anyway. Then every month—my dad sent them with the commissary check."
Now it was Keith's turn to be confused. "Your dad paid my commissary? Why? He hated me."
"My folks felt guilty, Keith. For not caring to ask why you were hurt all the time. Why do you think you got a reduced sentence? That was Maria's influence. Dad felt paying was the least he could do; he said having money could keep certain elements off your back."
Keith was silent a long time, dueling emotions battling across his face. When he finally spoke, the corner of his mouth kept twitching.
"Well, my skinhead uncle Charlie took the credit. He said the brothers were looking out for me because I was so young. And your dad? Never sent a single letter."
Keith's laugh, at first dry, grew bitter, then uncontrollable. It felt like it would never stop quaking in his chest.
"It's okay, Kendra, you can laugh about it," he gasped. "The joke's on us."
"Fuck," she muttered. Then she began laughing too. It was too ridiculous. "Who'd have thought we'd end up like this?"
"Oh, just about everyone in Millville," he replied, wiping his eyes. "Can you believe it? The dummies were actually right. Jesus."
Kendra bit her lip. She raked her fingers through her tresses. Where Keith was bitterly amused, she was shocked and pissed at fate's extra twist of the knife.
"Were they?" Kendra pushed her way off of him and rose, pausing to look down. She seemed to be making a decision. It was morning now, and she looked magnificent even without sleep. After a short, hard stare into his eyes, Kendra turned on her heel and walked to the bedroom. Keith watched the robe flow from her body as she reached the door, leaving it open. Comprehension took a few seconds, but as soon as it dawned, he was through the door in a flash.
Unlike the sensuous drapings of her youth, Kendra's bedroom was now minimalist, almost clinical. The walls were a pale blue tint, her few toiletries laid out on her dresser in military precision. It was a marked change from the apartment's public space, and he wondered if her heart had grown as cold.
Right now, he didn't think so. He leaned in and inhaled her, marveling at the heat emanating from her skin.
"I've waited seven years for this," Keith murmured, voice husky. He ran his fingers lightly down her body, noting a fine trembling in her frame. "Do you remember that night in the Meadow?"
"Hell yes," Kendra said, biting her lips as he played her body like an instrument. She flashed back to that moment in the emerald chapel, right before it ended, when he had thrust so hard she thought he would break her. She'd wanted him to do it, to take her. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure he had given her, and would make him hers, besides. That thought, along with his cock, had toppled her into a squirting, jerking mess without him ever consummating the act. She wondered if he could still move her like that. But she had some new tricks to show him.
"I've learned a lot since then. I'm not a Hampshire virgin anymore."
"I shouldn't have left you one in the first place. Second biggest regret of my life."
They walked to the bed hugged up tight, begrudging even an inch of space between them. Keith lightly dusted her chocolate nipples, feeling them stiffen and bud. In prison, he'd jerked himself raw to the thought of her stacked-solid titties, and they were bigger now than they'd been in high school. He couldn't wait to bury his face between them.
Kendra felt him pressing into her backside, propelling her toward the bed. She didn't want foreplay; she didn't need it. She'd been waiting for this seven years, too. She watched him strip in the brightening sunlight; each muscle defined against his pale skin. His cock filled almost her whole field of vision. It was every bit as long as she remembered, and thick as a small soup can. It jerked in time with his pulse, the fat, shiny head pointed at her like a purple torpedo. Kendra breathed a little faster at the sight and crawled toward him. She looked into his eyes as she reached for his dick.
"I never got to return the favor," she said.
It was Keith's turn to tremble as she plied her full lips along his length, tasting his ridges and the blue, y-shaped vein along the belly of his cock, ignoring his hands' helpful direction in her soft, thick hair. She continued stroking him with her tongue, denying them both, for a little longer, the pleasure of taking him fully into her mouth and sucking his pole like a Hoover.
Keith let out a shaky sigh.
"Fuck, Kendra, still teasin' after all this time? Time to show me what you can do."
Keith roughly caressed the sides of her face, sloppifying her strokes, then pulled her mouth deeper on his dick without permission. It got her pussy dripping like a faucet. His balls smacked her chin, sending droplets of her own saliva splashing her cheeks and neck, and she moaned deep in her throat each time.
She felt so hot, swallowing eight and nine of his inches on each stroke. She was good and nasty, keeping eye contact as his dick forced her to drool onto her wide-set tits. Keith imagined bending her backward until he was all the way in and unloading straight down her gullet, but he didn't plan on wasting an orgasm on her mouth. Not with Kendra. He was going in her, all the way.
Keith gripped the base of his cock and slowly extracted it, taking a moment to breathe. But she shot him such a sexy, hungry look he fed his dick back between her lips for a few more delicious strokes. Kendra really loves a cock in her mouth, he thought. Wonder how she got so good at sucking. A flare of jealousy tightened his balls as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, slurping on his dick.
"Mmhh, Keith, yes," Kendra moaned between breaths, "always wanted you, always want this." Kendra felt right for the first time in forever, with Keith's dick in her mouth. Never having had it, she was unaware how much she'd missed it until right then. She sucked like he held the antidote, rubbing her face all over his groin. Keith's sac tightened against her cheeks, drawing up closer to his body.
"That's enough, sweetheart," Keith rasped, afraid to let it go on much longer. He parted her legs, exposing her slit to the cool air.
