Kat and Mark invited me over for dinner tonight. Mark has to go back in to the office after dinner for a late night, so I'm here to keep Kat company.
Dinner's delicious, but I keep making subtle side-eyes at Kat. God she looks SO hot tonight. I don't even know what it is. I mean, part of it's what it always is--Kat's a freakin' bombshell no matter how conservative her outfits or clueless she is--but there's definitely something else going on tonight. I don't know, maybe it's me.
"...Tim and Andrea are staying late tonight, too, to try to fix this mess with me. We're having a meeting the three of us at 7, so I won't be reachable from 7 to 8...." Mark's talking about work. He had some mess pop up at closing today that the client insists HAS to be fixed by tomorrow, hence the late hours. The plan was already for me to come for dinner tonight, but they invited me to stay late when Mark had to go back in. Kat doesn't love being alone in the evening, so I'm here for her. I will behave myself, and I will support my friend, and we will fill the time however she wants. Now, I do have some ideas, if she wants them....
"If the meeting's at 7, you really better get going, baby," Kat says as we're finishing up.
Mark checks his watch and sighs. "Unfortunately." He moves to clear his place to the sink, then gets ready for work--re-buttoning his collar, rolling his sleeves back down, gathering his briefcase and jacket....
Kat stands up to work in the kitchen. She has some outfits that I think are particularly sexy--a couple of her dresses, most notably. They show off her curves fantastically. But she's not even wearing one of those tonight: a T-shirt and floofy skirt. Her dark hair is half up--one of the rare times it's not in a full bun--and of course she has all her matching accessories. She's big into those.
Mark is ready to go, and he comes over to kiss Kat goodbye. He might not even be back before she's asleep tonight. She stops, wipes her wet hands on her skirt, and turns to wrap him in a hug for a sweet kiss.
"Love you, baby."
"Love you, too, sweets." He turns to me with a mock-commanding expression. "Keep her occupied tonight, Allis. Whatever will keep her from missing me too much." Gosh, he says that last part with a wink at the end. He dashes out the door, stopping just before he's out to call, "Love you both!" and off he runs.
Kat turns back to the sink to finish with the dishes. I bring her the rest of what's on the table, then she starts scrubbing the larger pots. I'm not sure how NOT to look at her butt as she swishes slightly in her floofy skirt from the scrubbing.
When she's finishing rinsing everything off, I ask, "Is there anything in particular you wanted to do tonight? Or should I start making suggestions." Kat grins at me as she finishes loading the drainer. Then she chuckles, drying her hands. "What!" I ask, laughing.
"You do a marvelous job of composing yourself. There's a reason I didn't pick up on how you felt for so long. You keep your voice casual and light, you look at
me
and care about me as me, but, darling, it's ENTIRELY obvious what you want to get up to tonight. I'm sure if I didn't, you would be entirely respectful and focus on whatever else we got up to, but it's obvious what you want."
I blush. Yeah, it is. But I smirk and jokingly say, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."
She raises her eyebrows at me with her own smirk. "No?" Looking down at her breasts, she cups under them and squeezes them in a caress, squishing them up, amplifying her cleavage, and spiking my heat. They're absolutely the sexiest tits I've ever seen. She glances up at me. "This isn't doing anything for you?"
I laugh, blushing, but still act casual. "You know I find you attractive, but I can behave myself just fine, sweetheart. We can do whatever you like tonight."
Stopping with her chest, she prowls over to me a bit cat-like, slinking behind me and pressing against me. She drapes her arms over my shoulders, pressing her chest into my back and nuzzling into my head. "I know you
can
behave yourself..." my pulse is racing beneath my composure, which is getting exceedingly difficult to maintain. She licks my neck all the way up, and I can barely breathe. "...
But I don't want you to
," she whispers in my ear. Her hands rub my upper chest warmly, she licks and kisses my cheek, and I'm practically trembling.
Then she pulls away. Her fingertips slowly trail off my shoulders, and she takes a few steps backward. I turn to her, inflamed. Taking one look at my flushed face and heavy breathing, Kat laughs, turning teasingly around. She walks away, then glances over her shoulder at me, still standing in the kitchen. "I'll be in the bedroom, darling," she smirks.
Oh I follow. I definitely follow. I slink in right behind her and close the door, before grabbing her hips to pull her into me, both our backs toward the door. She arches her back, which presses her butt into my hip and flaunts her chest in the front. I ask her quietly, still containing myself, "Do you really not want me to behave myself? Like, at all??"
She turns in my hands so I still hold her hips, but now we're facing each other. Her deep brown eyes hold mine, sparkling, and she says, " You can do the absolute sweetest love making, which I adore, but I get the sense you're always toning yourself down. I know you've got a fire inside you that you rarely let me see." She presses her body against mine, leaning back to still make eye contact, hands holding my waist. In earnest seriousness, "I want to see it, darling. I want to see what you're like when you're wild and unfettered and freely... taking..." she looks down slightly, blushing "...whatever you want." Her eyes slowly flick back up to mine, and I melt. My breath catches, and I melt in her arms, and I want to melt into a kiss, but there's a part of me that's still holding back.
My eyes search her face, flicking from her lips to her eyes, trying to read her. "You want me wild? You want me to just take what I want? That's really what you want?" I hold her hips tenderly, my hands brushing slightly in little circles.
"Yes, darling. That's exactly what I want."
Oh god I can't hold back anymore. That's enough to bubble my hunger out in view. I forcefully grip her hips to pull her tightly against me and crash into a kiss, eyes closed, melting into flames. Kat responds, and our lips mold together hungrily. Our tongues wrap and press together, and my hands slide slowly from her hips, to her waist, and up her back.
It's not enough. I break from the kiss, panting, and fumble my hands at the hem of her shirt. That's coming off--NOW. I quickly pull it over her breasts, over her head and past her arms, and toss it aside. I look her over hungrily, her breasts barely contained in her blue bra, and grab her to me again. This time I kiss the crook of her neck, hungrily and aggressively. From her shoulders to the small of her back, my hands press and firmly caress her back. Every single curve is mine, and she's absolutely breathtaking. God she's so warm... and smooth....
Looking over her shoulder, I slip my hands in her white skirt and shove it down for her to kick off. I grazed her cute behind to do that, but on the way back I squeeze and grope it with definition. Her hands are pressed against my shoulders, and she breathes heavily, too, now. Now I caress from her butt up her back, and I go back to kissing her neck. I bite her neck--
"Ah!"
--mostly gently, then lick up to her jawbone and claim her whole face with my soft lips. Eventually, I melt back into her lips, gripping and groping her body against me. She melts in my forceful embrace with soft moans.
Finally, I break, panting. I can feel the fire in my eyes as I grip her neck and chin to pull her into eye contact. "You're mine tonight." I search her eyes intensely, then crash back into the kiss, gripping her chin gently. I consume her in a heavy makeout, until the flames rise uncontrollable.
"Mm!" Kat mumbles as I breathlessly break from the kiss. I release her--only for a moment--to rip my shirt off over my head and hurriedly kick my pants off. I grin at her as I bend to take my socks off, until both of us are standing in only our underwear. She stands there shyly with her arm over her torso, and in two quick strides I'm pulling her back into my arms, into my lips, warm skin against warm skin. I hungrily mush my lips against hers, holding her head from behind, and entwine our bodies together. My other hand reaches behind her waist--god... so silky, so soft... like flawless porcelain--and I can feel her skin on my stomach... my legs... her hand on my back....
I slowly walk her backwards, still consuming her hungrily in almost open-mouth kisses. I bite her tongue and grip her hair with my hand and kiss her with feverish passion. Eventually, her legs bump the side of the bed.
Finally, I break the kiss. "On the bed, darling," I command quietly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she scooches back on her hands and feet to the center of the bed. She's an absolute goddess. Her breasts, the curve of her legs, her long, pale limbs, her dark hair falling softly over her shoulder, her plump lips and doe eyes looking innocently back at me.... I feel a fire in my sex and a burning hunger everywhere else
"You want this?" I ask, pausing to check one more time.
