"Our Little Secret" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"Our Little Secret"

(closed)​

It was 6am on an unusually warm September morning, a beautiful start to a beautiful day. Kimmie Ulrich's senior year had begun two weeks earlier, and she was still learning who and what she wanted to be in relation to the other students. She wasn't the clique kind of girl; the in crowd folk had tried to pull her into their web, knowing that another beautiful, smart, sexy, popular girl would only strengthen their cabal-like hold on power over the rest of the student body.

Instead, she'd played nice when invited to go places or do things with the popular girls, and she'd gone out with a couple of the popular boys so long as it had been part of a group date so she didn't find herself in a position of having to fend off a sexual advance. But for the most part, she'd spent an inordinate amount of her away-from-class time alone or with her family.

That family now consisted of just Kimmie, her mother, and her one year older sister. Kimmie's skirt-chasing father had found a new play thing in his office building last year, knocked her up, and then decided to start anew with a second family. Kimmie's mother was in the process of landing a massive financial settlement, and in the meantime they'd moved here to the suburbs to find their own new start.

Kimmie had grown up on her paternal grandparents' walled estate, which had given her a great deal of privacy as she entered her teens and began developing what one and all had described as delicious curves. And her family were anything but the conservative types when it came to body privacy, so Kimmie had thought nothing at all about laying out on the deck topless to catch some rays while others were near, even her father and grandfather.

So when she opened the back door this incredible morning to see the sun rising over the 'burbs, to feel the warm breeze washing over her flesh, Kimmie didn't think twice about wandering out into the backyard of their home and sitting down on the soft, cool lawn to enjoy nature's beauty … in nothing more than a tiny pair of jean shorts.

She closed her eyes for a couple of minutes and listened to the sounds of the world waking around her. Kimmie heard a sound that didn't immediately attract her attention. But once her brain clued her in that the opening and closing of a house door and screen door meant that she was no longer alone, Kimmie looked up to see a young man standing in the adjacent back yard, his eyes wide at the sight of an unfamiliar, half naked girl just forty feet away.

"Hi," Kimmie said just loud enough for him to hear. She pointed back over her shoulder as she explained, "I'm Kimberly … Kimmie. We just moved in here last week."

She reached a hand out to pat the ground near her feet, momentarily and fully displaying her breasts and their swollen nipples. "Come, sit with me."

 

[Bevatoria]

Jake Richardson had been intending to get outside just to do some walking or jogging. But no matter how much of it he did, he was at the age where his body stayed the same. It was the same with what he ate. Jake was still skinny, lean, and tall, and although his father had assured him that he would gain weight and get some muscle in college, he couldn’t really stand to wait that long.

Getting out of the house early was a way to try to let loose some of his repressed frustration. Sexual and otherwise. Jake was reasonable attractive, but incredibly shy and naive, so he’d been drawn to the group of people like that in school. It wasn’t often any hot, attractive girls would approach geeks or quieter guys like him, so he often fumbled his words during the few times he did get to talk to them.

Although with the sight he was taking in right now, anybody would have been tongue tied.

Jake had on a black t-shirt, and mesh shorts which would hopefully keep him somewhat cool during the heat of the day. He could easily get on a basketball court dressed like he was, but all he wanted to do was get out of the house for an hour or two. To not suffer under the judging looks of his parents, or feel frustrated that he didn’t have a girlfriend or know any girls, really.

At the moment, he was staring - ogling - a half naked girl several feet away. His age. He’d been aware that the house in the yard across from his family’s had just been sold, and apparently they had a young, attractive daughter who was...around his age?

Right now, he didn’t care. Jake was still dumbly silent, her words wafting over him as his eyes locked on her breasts. She was sitting in the yard, and while he’d have to hop over the fence to get to her, certainly he wasn’t about to say no.

Although lest she think he was mute, he should probably say something.

He fumbled his way over, gamely hopping over the chain link fence before scratching the back of his head. “I’m, uh, Jake.” He was nervous, uncertain, although at least now he was looking at her eyes and not just at her breasts or swollen nipples.

The little shorts she was wearing left little to the imagination either.

A moment later, he realized he was still standing and he finally sat on the ground next to her, although close enough that he could brush up against her accidentally. For the moment, he wasn’t sure what to say, or where to look, even as he was obviously trying to steal as many glances as he could at Kimmie’s beautiful body.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

As Jake neared, Kimmie casually pulled her knees up closer to her chest. Her bosom was still very much on display, but at least her nipples were now hidden. Kimmie wasn't a tease or anything like that. She just wasn't shy about showing herself off. She didn't see anything wrong with what she was doing. Jake obviously enjoyed looking at her, because as she asked him some basic questions -- did he go to Richardson High, had he lived her long, did he have siblings, and such -- each time she would glance off to some sound or movement or whatever, when she looked back to him his gaze was almost always again on her young, firm tits.

"How old are you, Jake?" Kimmie asked.

She was about to turn 19, old for a high school senior because she'd missed a year of elementary school due to a serious illness. So, before she did anything that might be considered sexual, Kimmie wanted to know that Jake wasn't a minor. Once he'd confirmed he wasn't, she let her knees fall downward, then crossed her ankles before her. Again, and at a much closer distance, Kimmie's incredible breasts were on full display to him.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked about her exposure to him. "I sort of got the sense that you wanted to see me. If I'm embarrassing you, I can cover up again."

 

[Bevatoria]

Jake's answers were stiff, robotic, almost as if he was responding to a question from an adult friend of his parents. No siblings, he'd lived here all his life. He was a lone kid for his two parents, and unabashedly looking at the topless brunette every chance she gave him.

The important answer came after. "I'm eighteen." One year younger than her. A bit naughty, which was amplified by Kimmie's total confidence, and Jake's complete lack of the same.

"No." His reponse to if he minded her not having any clothes on. Jake shifted as he sat on the ground. Someting in his shorts was making it hard to sit comfortably, and he tired to nudge around so that his excitement wasn't so obvious.

"You're very pretty." He said softly, having to look away and blush as he said it. "Just...surprised you were out here, like this." She had just moved in, but still this was way behond any of Jake's fantasies.

"Do, uh, your parents know you're out here?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Do, uh, your parents know you're out here?"

Kimmie laughed, asking, "Like this? No. I mean ... not that she would care. My mom, I mean. My dad doesn't live here. Just me and mom and my sister. She's turning 21 in a couple of months. But my mom ... she's cool."

She told Jake about having grown up on the walled estate of her paternal grandparents. She didn't tell him about why the three females had moved … her father's infidelity, imminent bastard child, and forced divorce of her mother. But she told about the estate to preface, "We were pretty open about out bodies … sunbathing topless … even nude. I guess I sort of just forgot that I'm not living behind a wall now. It's not like I came out her to … you know..."

At that, Kimmie glanced toward Jake's groin and the erection that he'd failed miserably to hide. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't trying to, you know. What I'm saying is, I'm not a prick tease."

"Kimberly!" a female voice sounded from the back porch. An older woman, obviously Kimmie's mother was waving her up to the house. She had a clear view of her daughter's lack of clothing, and yet she showed no concern about it on her face. Before she closed the door to return indoors she gave Jake a friendly wave and a, "Hey neighbor! I need my daughter to get ready for school."

Then to Kimmie she said, "Say goodbye to your friend and invite him over this afternoon."

She waved again and disappeared inside. Kimmie looked back to Jake with a smile and said unnecessarily, "My mother. See … doesn't care"

She stood, brushing her hair back away from her face and bosom as the wind blew it about. She asked Jake, "Wanna come over after school?"

Regardless of how he answered, Kimmie would back away a few steps, keeping an eye and a smile on Jake for a moment longer before turning and heading to the house in no rush. She would smile back and wave at the door, then disappear inside.

 

[Bevatoria]

She might have said she wasn't a prick tease, but even if she was Jake was not in any position to object. Just having her talk to him, like this, was incredibly arousing, and intoxicating, something he'd never forget.

Although the sight of Kimmie's mother almost made him panic as he stood up. But when he saw she wasn't angry at him or anything like that, his impulse abated, although there was still an element of fear.

Then when she stood, almost showing him everything as her hair blew loosely and her tits jiggled in the wind. Jake gulped; he would have done almost anything she asked, now, but as it was he simply nodded dumbly.

If this was a prank, it was still worth it. "Sure." He said, still not quite smiling. "Uh, see you then, Kimmie?" Waving at her as she went inside, he went for his walk, definitely needing to calm down before he went back to his house to get ready for school.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Kimmie had counseling sessions her first two periods, and the third was a Resource Information class in the Media Center. So, there was little chance she was going to bump into Jake until lunch. That was a bit of a bummer for her because she'd wanted to tell him something important this morning and forgotten.

Come lunch time, though, she was wandering about the Quad searching for him. Her quest was constantly being interrupted by students greeting her or asking her to join them or inquiring about her plans for the afternoon after school. She was polite to each and everyone of them, as was her nature. And she avoided both turning down and accepting invitations.

Then she found him, sitting with some of the other boys and even a couple of girls who Kimmie had been warned -- by the in crowd, of course -- were the equivalent of social lepers. She didn't care, of course, and walked right up to the table. When he looked up, he found Kimmie in old, loose fitting coveralls over top of an equally loose sweatshirt that had real -- not fashionable -- paint stains all over it. She didn't look at all as she had that morning out in the lawn. She smiled.

"Hi, Jake, I was looking for you," she said with a bit of a shy tone in her voice. She caught the expressions on a few of the out crowd, as if they were shocked that she would be looking for any of them unless she was wanting them to do her homework for them. "I was wondering … can we, um … can I talk to a moment … in private."

The dozen or so students at the table or standing around it must have all had the same thought in their mind: if a babe like that wants to talk to one of their kind … give him room … and that was what they did. Like cockroaches on the kitchen counter when the light was turned on, they scattered.

Kimmie smiled to some of them and even said goodbye to those who made eye contact with her, then sat directly across from him. She studied him with a delighted smile a moment, then leaned in close and whispered, "Listen … about this morning … I would really rather the other students not know I was out there with you like that. You know what I mean? It gets around that I'm out there showing you my tits … and suddenly I'm the biggest slut in the school."

She smiled again, asking with a hopeful tone, "You, um … you didn't tell anyone already … did you?"

 

[Bevatoria]

It had been a normal day of school thus far; boring classes, a run-in with Aaron in gym, and then lunch, which had been with his usual 'out' crowd. His outfit for the day was his standard baggy t-shirt and blue jeans; while it was still warm outside, he hated wearing shorts to school. The moment he saw Kimmie sit down next to him, however, Jake started to wonder if he was in a very vivid dream.

That, and he hadn't figured out who she was until she was literally right next to him. Her choice of attire was somewhat less flattering when what'd she'd been wearing earlier, to say the least, but now that they had some privacy the younger man could confirm that he was not, in fact, halluncinating.

"Uh, sure." He said, knowing he probably couldn't have said no to her talking to him even if he had wanted to. But he didn't; 'Kimmie' had been nice to him and despite his awkwardness he was hoping to return the favor.

It turned out he kind of already had as she asked him to keep their secret. He almost laughed, although with how he was feeling it just came out as half chuckle, half snort. "No. Believe me, even if I did want to brag that some hot girl had asked me to sit with her when she was topless, nobody would believe me, and I'd just get made fun of once it got outside my circle."

He met her gaze deliberately. "I won't tell anyone about it. Don't worry." A beat passed, and after looking down - and taking a bite of his sandwich - he looked at her again. "Did you, uh, still want me to come over after school...?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I won't tell anyone about it. Don't worry. Did you, uh, still want me to come over after school...?"

"Yes, please," Kimmie answered without hesitation. Then, suddenly, she had a horrific thought. "Oh my god...! Jake! Oh, please don't think … oh, I'm sorry! Please don't think my asking you not to tell anyone is about this morning is about me not wanting people to know I like you."

Kimmie didn't see Jake's reaction to her telling him that he liked her because at the very instant one of the in crowd girls passing by spoke Kimmie's name, attracting her attention. They spoke for a moment about a party taking place this weekend, an even to which Kimmie gave her standard answer of I'll have to check and see if I can go.

"I'm not that type of person," she went on when the It Girl was gone. "I mean, the kind that won't hang out with you just 'cause you're not one of them."

When she said that, she nodded her head toward the in crowd tables in the corner of the Quad. She stood and demanded, "You will be at my house at 6pm, Jake."

Then, coming around the end of the table, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Standing tall again she said, "See you tonight. 6pm, sharp."

And with that, she was gone.

…………………………​

At 6pm, Kimmie, her mother Sarah, and her older sister Julia began transporting the massive meal from the kitchen's counters, stove, and oven to the dining room table. They'd gone overboard, as was typical when they had a guest, with two different pastas, four difference sauces, eight different garlic bread toppings, and so much more. All three of the women loved to cook, so having both Kimmie's new friend and Julia's boyfriend over was an excuse to go crazy in the kitchen.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Uh, yeah, yes ma'am." Jake was scrambling between his slow witted response and wanting to make sure that Kimmie knew how eager he was to get to know her. But he was curious about her motivations. That, and he was definitely not used to being in the situation of an attractive girl liking him.

If she knew how...well, excited, he was..he wasn't sure she'd be.

But either way, the feel of her kiss lingered on his cheek, and he couldn't help but blush as she walked away. A friend of his, Lance, came back and looked at him. "Dude, what was that?"

He wasn't going to hide everything, but it wasn't a lie when he said, "I really don't know."

********

His parents were a little surprised to hear he was going over to a girl's place, even more so when he said it was one of their neighbors. After the requisite amount of fuss asking questions about who she was (to which Jake gave non descript answers since he didn't really know a lot about her that his parents would want to know about), he arrived at Kimmie's house, dressed a bit 'nicer' with a short sleeved dark green collared shirt, and light brown khaki pants.

A moment later, he knocked on the door, but some of the scents from the kitchen were already wafting outside, which he figured was a good sign.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Kimmie bounded for the door to answer it, knowing that the person there was here at her invite. Her sister's boyfriend had already arrived and was helping in the kitchen.

"Jake!" she greeted with excitement, reaching out without hesitation to take his hand and lead him quickly inside. She took him through the dining room and kitchen, explaining as she neared each person, "Everyone, this is Jake. He lives right out there, past the big elm tree. Jake, this is my mother Sarah … my sister Julia … her beau, John--"

Kimmie turned Jake passed a corner connecting the two rooms, and suddenly there was a face the teen certainly wasn't expecting. Without any sign of awkwardness or suspicion that this might be a problem for Jake, she informally continued the introductions, "And you know the Big Q."

She giggled a bit at the nickname which was very appropriate but still a bit silly, she thought. Tyler Quince, aka Big Q, was 6'2', 230 pounds of manly-man linebacker on the varsity squad. He was a senior, like Kimmie and Jake; he was also an in crowder, like all the popular kids hoped Kimmie would be and like Jake would never have a chance to be.

Jake certainly knew the man's reputation. He'd bagged at least three of the current cheerleaders and likely another six of them over his four years in high school, as well as a couple of the dance team girls, the Principal's daughter -- who'd been fifteen at the time! -- and, as was rumored before she suddenly left her job without notice, possibly the Biz Ed teacher, who'd been a lonely 24 year old unable to keep her ogling eyes off Big Q's rippling body.

But while Tyler's gaze frequently took in the bodies of the three women -- all of whom were beautiful in their own way -- Kimmie didn't show any sign at all of being sexually attracted to any of the three males in the room. She had this sense and joy to her of simply being surrounded by friends.

"Dinner's already set and ready and I'm starving," she told Jake in particular, not necessarily showing him or Tyler any more attention than she showed the other. To the casual observer, it would have appeared as though she had two cousins over, as opposed to one who'd been sitting in the yard with her this morning while she was topless and one who … well, Jake couldn't know, could he? She laid hands upon Tyler in a way that might have been innocent or might not had been to direct him toward the dining room, then reached back to do the same with Jake, saying, "C'mon, git! I'm starving."

In the other room, Sarah was taking the seat at one end of the table while Julia was sitting to her left and John to her right. Kimmie pulled out the chair at the end of the table for herself, then pointed to the chairs to her left and right, saying, "Jake and Tyler, you're there."

Kimmie was dressed casually again, though not as much so as she had been at school earlier. She wore a button up shirt with just enough of a plunge in the neckline to occasionally give hints at the lacy white bra underneath; and jeans shorts that were much more substantial than the ones she'd had at sunrise but yet still showed off her fit legs. She caught Tyler looking over her figure often and had to give him a chastising glare at one point before giggling.

It was obvious to Kimmie that Tyler was contemplating banging her at his earliest convenience. Would it be obvious to Jake?

"Okay, let's eat!" Kimmie announced, and without hesitation the three females and John -- who'd been here for dinner a couple of times already -- lunged into the meal. Tyler was a bit hesitant, simply because this was his first visit. How would Jake act?

 

[Bevatoria]

Oh, he knew Big Q. It might have been Jake's imagination (which was very active even at the worst of times), but he could swear Big Q was smirking at him. Either way, the presence of the big athlete did not make him comfortable, and suddenly he felt like a twelve year old boy again.

Not that he would have been particularly talkative even if he hadn't been there. These were five mostly strangers here at the table; he kind of wished it had just been him, the mother, and Kimmie.

But what was done was done. If he had any chance of 'impressing' Kimmie, he had to try to tough it out. He liked her outfit, and was trying not to glance at her too much as they sat down.

The spread of food helped. Seeing her put her hands on Big Q (Tyler) certainly did not. John seemed nice enough, and Jake wondered if he knew him. Maybe John had been a former student at his high school...

At any rate, he was glad to be next to Kimmie, even if that would prevent him from getting an easy view down her shirt. Another shift in his chair, as he tried to focus on the smells and sights of the food in front of him.

He wouldn't lunge in with the enthusiasm of four of the people around the table, but Jake was still very, very hungry, so he started with a tentative bite of a slice of garlic bread.

One of the garlic breads. Yegads.

It was amazing....even as his mind was focusing on how Tyler was behaving around Kimmie. Did she already have a boyfriend?

Why was he here?

He was nervous and uncertain. But he wanted to see how Kimmie behaved first...maybe that would give clues as to their relationship.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

(BTW, I gave Kimmie a surname.)

Sitting through the Ulrich Family dinners was something akin to sitting through a session of the British Parliament. No sooner were the platters and bowls and pitchers and such being passed about then the three women, followed by the more comfortable John, were actively involved in this, that, or the other topic, rarely with all of them on the same side of the conversation. One would mention something they saw on the news, another would give or make a positive response, and yet another would laugh as if in disbelief and give the counter argument.

Oh, the conversations were never seriously confrontational, of course. There was far more humor and only the slightest of very short termed anger; more often than not, the person giving the counter argument was more Devil's Advocate than serious supporter of that position. But it was fun, and the girls had been doing this all their lives, since Kimmie was old enough to understand the conversations.

John had learned to slip in his own opinions sometimes, mostly just to enliven the fight. He often took the opposite side of his girlfriend, which sometimes made Julia mad and always made Kimmie and Sarah laugh. Kimmie for her part often called on Tyler or Jake or both to add their two cents. But even when they were willing to chime in, the dominant personalities of the two older women -- and Kimmie sometimes, too -- barely gave them opportunity to get finished with their first line, let alone follow ups.

Kimmie's inconsistency with this morning's bosom showing continued with Jake. She looked to him often, giving him a smile of delight; she was so tickled he was here, even winking to him and reaching under the table to pat his knee once for reassurance after her female relatives ripped playfully into a comment that he'd been brave enough to put out there.

But she did the same with Big Q, too! She reached out to playfully slap the back of his forearm at one point, following it with a laugh, when she found his contribution controversial. She didn't look to see what Jake's reaction to this was; it didn't occur to Kimmie that she should have to look as she hadn't done it -- or winked to Jake for that matter -- because she was playing one against the other for any reason.

All Jake would see was his hostess being nice to two dinner guests. How Jake interpreted it all … well, that was his choice.

"Kimmie, dessert," her mother said when the eating was beginning to wind down.

Kimmie hopped up, looked between the guys to her left and right, then said, "Mom, tell Tyler what you read online the other day about football concussions and the potential long term effects on a man's ability to achieve an erection."

The table exploded with laughter and quick, sharp comments about propriety as Kimmie grabbed Jake's hand and said, "Help me get the pie."

She practically dragged Jake out of his chair, leading him into the kitchen as the table behind them broke into a den of hilarity. Kimmie giggled, too, telling the younger teen, "That's sort of a tradition around here. We call it the A-Bomb. It was my turn to drop it because I had the most guests, two."

She gestured Jake to the pie, told him where the cutting knife was, and went to the cupboard to get the plates.

 

[Bevatoria]

In a way, this was like a bizzaro version of when his parents had adult friends over and they asked him questions occasionally during dinner. Jake replied politely, but quietly, mostly trying to listen to the conversation. By now he was way beyond trying to figure out what was happening; it was like everyone was in on the prank but him.

And maybe Tyler. It was clear Kimmie had a connection with him, too; at this point he was almost praying it was familial and not...something else. But if it was something else, why was Jake here? Why did she want him here?

If it was just to mess with him, he almost felt like storming out. But that wasn't his personality; so while hew as still processing that Kimmie had said 'erection' in referring to Tyler at the dinner table (and specifically how the sport he played would have an effect on that), he half stumbled as Kim yanked/led him out of his chair into the kitchen.

He went to grab the cutting knife, and while he had a lot of questions on his mind - why was her mom and sister seemed so at ease with the suggestive conversation, why she'd invited him to dinner, why had she gone outside topless and asked him to join her, Jake decided then he'd stick to the simplest question.

"How, uh, do you know Tyler?" Before she could answer, he added to the question. "Is he like, your..." He almost said cousin, but stopped, since she had just commented on Tyler's ability to get an erection.

Suddenly them being family didn't seem so appealing. But neither did any of the other reasons for Tyler being here.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"How, uh, do you know Tyler? Is he like, your..."

Kimmie didn't for an instant think Jake was going to ask cousin. She finished his sentence the way she'd thought he was going to, adding, "Boyfriend...?"

She smiled broadly crossing the kitchen with a stack of pie plates. She answered casually, with neither disappointment or thankfulness, "No ... he's not my boyfriend."

Kimmie stopped close enough to Jake for their elbows to come into and remain in contact. She giggled and looked back over her shoulder to the dining room. Her suggestion to her mother had morphed the question into what sounded like three separate and simultaneous raucous debates: the value or lack of such in team sports, the injuries that came out of them both physical and mental, and the cost of a good pair of sports shoes now that athletes were paid hundreds of millions of dollars to promote them.

"He thinks he's gonna fuck me this weekend," Kimmie whispered to Jake. She looked him in the eye, studied his reaction, and laughed loudly at both Jake's response and her blunt comment. "He asked me to the drive-in Saturday night. I didn't even know there were drive-in movie theaters anymore, did you?"

 

[Bevatoria]

There was a bit of a feeling of relief when Kimmie mentioned that the big, buff jock in the dining room was not her boyfriend, but Jake wasn't entirely out of the woods yet. She'd obviously invited Tyler (the other possibilities were too jarring for Jake to even consider), and hearing Kimmie continue the rather crude (albeit likely correction, in his estimation) interpretation of why Tyler was here made him embarassed.

And, were he to be honest, a bit aroused as he shuffled at the thought of Kimmie having sex. Not with Tyler, though. But his eyes still widened at Kimmie mentioning it to him as if they were discussing the weather. He also noticed the fact she had nudged her elbow up against him, to which he neither returned nor shied away from the contact.

But drive in movie theatres, he knew, and he nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, my parents go there once in a while when they're playing older films." Certainly, the idea of his parents going there for other reasons were not ones he entertained.

"So he's here because he thinks he has a chance with you?" Not that Jake expected either of them to be able to read Tyler's mind.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

When Jake talked about his parents going to the drive-in, Kimmie giggled, looked back to her mother, then leaned closer to the teen, and whispered, "My sister is a product of a very bad, Roger Corman horror flick that was playing the last night of operation of a drive-in in Minneapolis 21 years ago. Me...! Well, that's a story for another time."

She giggled again, giving Jake a little shoulder bump. By now they had the pie cut up and distributed to the six plates.

"So he's here because he thinks he has a chance with you?"

"He does have a chance with me," Kimmie said without a moment's hesitation. She set the big knife aside, looked into Jake's face, then pushed her way up to him until her breasts were against his chest. She softly took Jake's face into her hands, stood on her tippy toes to get her mouth near to his, and pressed her lips to his in a long, soft, closed mouth kiss. Pulling back to study his reaction, Kimmie told Jake with a soft but very matter of fact tone, "So do you."

She backed up, took two plates in her hands, smiled broadly to him, and added, "Just not right tonight."

Kimmie giggled as she headed back into the dining room, announcing, "Pie!"

She set two plates down, returned for two more, and once back in the dining room laughed before asking with humor, "So how did the debate go? Have we decided whether or not Big Q's gonna be able to get it up twenty years from now after his professional football career has come to an end and his brain is all mixed up from the concussions?"

And just like that, the room erupted again with the raucous arguing and non-stop laughter.

 

[Bevatoria]

Well, it wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, but Jake wasn't exactly surprised. Who wouldn't want to be with Big Q? He was ready to take the plates in, and started to reach for them when Kimmie suddenly pressed herself against him. He could barely register the feel of her breasts pressing against him through three layers of fabric before suddenly her lips were on his. Jake almost pulled back instinctively, but fortunately he didn't as he found he enjoyed the feel of her lips against his.

He wished he was strong and confident enough to lean back into her, to pull her against him and-

"So do you."

The kiss was over, and Jake was more confused then ever as she smiled and said he didn't have a chance tonight. Which made sense - even by horny high schooler standards (and Jake knew he was, even if he couldn't figure Kimmie out) that was super quick.

But still, he was in a bit of a daze as he took in plates of pie for himself and for Kimmie's mother. He barely smiled at the mention of Q being able to 'get it up', because suddenly his mind was on his own performance.

How could he compete with some stud athlete for a hottie like Kimmie?

He downed his sorrows in the pie, which he finished very quickly since he wasn't involved in the conversation - only listening and taking in bits and pieces where he could.

Plus, the pie was really good.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Kimmie could see that her reassurance to Jake that he had as much of a chance to bag her as Big Q did hadn't had the effect she'd wanted. He was probably thinking that if it was a race to Kimmie's bed, the jock obviously had the advantage. Harley Davidson versus a Radio Flyer, she'd once heard her sister describe two very different men who had once been competing for her affections.

Kimmie didn't see the situation that way, but she also didn't blame Jake for what she rightfully presumed he was thinking. But there was little she could do about that tonight. Even before the last bite of pie was consumed, the table was being cleared and the games were coming out. They played Apples to Apples, Uno, a couple of family card games that had to be explained to the three boys, and finally a dice game that was similar to Yahtzee in some respects but required the losers of certain rounds to do silly things like cluck like a duck or stand on their heads for as many seconds as was rolled on two dice.

Before anyone realized, it was almost midnight. The games had all been set aside for storage the next day, and the farewells were being made. Tyler tried his best to cut Kimmie out of the herd so that he could talk to her in private, perhaps even embrace or kiss her, maybe even get her to come out to his car, which was, of course, a classic muscle car with a flashing paint job and big tires. But she was pretty well skilled at avoiding such manipulations by horny boys, and before he knew it he was being guided out the door along with John and Jake, like the Three Ain't-Gettin'-None-Tonight Musketeers.

…………………​

(OOC: Ignore the fire place and imagine a dark bedroom.)

Just a bit short of 2am, though, when the sound of bare feet shuffling on carpet awoke him, Jake would find himself looking up to find Kimmie shedding a bathrobe to expose her fully nude body as she held an extended finger to her lips. She crawled under the bedding, cuddled up close to him, and whispered, "I just want to lay with you. Do you mind...? It'll be our little secret … okay?"

 

[Bevatoria]

As he fell asleep that night, he reflected on the fact that 'Big Q' was probably the most disappointed out of the three of them as they were finally herded out at midnight. He'd already texted his parents saying he'd be home later, but Jake had never had any designs on bedding Kimmie. Definitely not in her parent's house, with everyone else around....he needed more privacy from that.

He walked home quickly, getting a bit of a jealous look from Tyler and a nod from John.

The games had been fun - Jake had particularly enjoyed Tyler having to cluck like a duck, although he was careful not to laugh too much.

But those were not the thoughts he had at 2 AM. It took him a moment to fully wake up to the sound of shuffling on carpet, but it was fortunate timing that caused him to turn on the lamp next to his nightstand just in time to see Kimmie, in his room.m

And then her slipping the bathrobe off of her body. She was in his room, which meant she'd snuck into his house. Which meant she'd gotten a key, and she'd come over in just her robe, and was in his room, and now she was naked-

"Wha-uh....how'd you...get in?" Jake said sleepily, his mind far from cognizant enough to keep him from looking straight at Kimmie's naked torso. Her breasts were out, exposed for him to see, and she was shaved down there-

He definitely didn't mind her coming into his bed, even it took a moment for him to shuffle aside. "My, uh, parents. We could get caught-"

Or, more specifically, she could.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Kimmie had been expecting a bit of shock in Jake's reaction. After all, an intruder was in his home, in his bedroom, at 2am in the morning ... and that intruder was naked!

"Wha-uh....how'd you...get in?"

"Key under the green Gnome," she whispered as she snuggled up next to him. "Your dad was out back the other day and either locked himself out or didn't want to walk around to the front which was unlocked … I dunno."

"My, uh, parents. We could get caught-"

She reached an index finger up to Jake's mouth and pressed it against his lips, whispering playfully, "Not if you shut up."

Kimmie settled in for closeness and comfort: she was on her right side, facing the flat-backed Jake, pressed up close to his left side; she'd already manipulated his left arm under and around her neck so that she could lay the right side of her face into his chest and shoulder; her right arm was folded between her right breast and his rib cage; her left arm laid atop his torso, with her fingers gently caressing his chest (which she found was more fit and muscular that she would have imagined from a self-professed nerdish geek outcast) and her elbow just inches away from what she knew was a hard as rock erection from the way the blankets lifted from his also fit belly; her shaved region was pressed right against Jake's hip; and while her legs were currently laying left atop the right, in a couple of minutes she would slide the left knee up over Jake's thigh, putting the front of her own thigh within three inches of his cock.

"M-m-m-m..." she purred once she was comfortable. "Isn't this nice?"

She waited for a response, and whether it came or not she would whisper to him about his left hand, which she couldn't feel and figured was on the mattress behind her, "You can put your hand around my shoulder if you want. I mean … if you want."

 

[Bevatoria]

He was so out of sorts that he'd forgotten to turn his lamp off, for the moment, which did give him a better view of Kim's nude body. Due to the heat of the summer night, Jake was just in a t-shirt and boxers. Which, while thin and not usually enough for him to sleep in, was far more then the girl in his bed.

No; not the girl. The young woman. He wasn't sure where to look, so he settled for letting his eyes wander as he turned his head. Jake was as stiff as a board (in more ways than one), almost afraid to move as she nestled up against him. She was so warm; and he could do little more then peep out a "yes" when she asked him if it was nice.

His left arm was splayed on the mattress behind her; Jake tended to shift around a bit when he slept, and so he slowly and awkwardly slid his arm into her. It was more comfortable, but her skin felt so hot.

It was like she was a blazing inferno next to him. And even as he tried to settle, he could feel her sliding her leg closer to his cock.

Which was harder then it had ever been, clearly obvious in his boxers.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Several long, awkward minutes passed during which Kimmie was trying to fall asleep next to the marble statue previously known as Jake Richardson. She finally lifted her head and rested her upper body on her right elbow, looking down into the teen's face with a smile.

"I can't fall asleep unless I can relax, Jake," she said softly, a touch of humor and a little bit of criticism as well. "And I can't relax unless you relax. And you can't relax unless … well … I know why you can't relax."

Kimmie looked into his eyes for a moment, then said in a suggestive tone, "We aren't going to make love tonight, Jake. But … if you want..."

Without taking her eyes off of his own, Kimmie slid her left hand downward from where she'd earlier slid it up under his tee shirt until it was on his cock. She worked the open fly of his boxers until his erection popped out. Grasping it, Kimmie began stroking it up and down very slowly.

"Is it okay for me to do this, Jake?" she asked simply.

 

[Bevatoria]

It even felt like he wasn't breathing. It wasn't as if she didn't feel nice next to him, but all Jake could think about was getting caught; his parents coming in, seeing her here, him getting grounded. Or Kimmie just saying she was messing with him and never seeing him again. Or-

She couldn't relax. Jake couldn't blame her, and he tried to loosen up as he looked at her. Which was hard. He was tense, and it would not have been hard for anyone to see why. When she said if you want, he wondered what she meant, even as he knew there was only thing she could-

He grimaced and moaned as her hand found his cock. Even as she got him out, her hands on his skin seemed to leave lingering touches behind. His breathing got heavy and deliberate as she stroked him, and Jake found it a kind of torture to let her please him.

To have her here, and so vulnerable, was enticing, arousing, and exciting. Yet with her having all of the control, to almost be tormenting him and making him even harder. Somehow knowing she was looking at him as she was talking, practically masturbating him in his bed, with his parents just down the hall, as making this even more fun.

He could only dumbly nod as she asked him if it was okay. It was way more than okay. Still, he croaked out a question, one that was hard to do with each gasp as she stroked him; his body was trying to get closer to her of it's own volition, it seemed, but he had to know.

"Why are you doing this?" He croaked desperately.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Kimmie wasn't a slut, but she'd been with and seen enough men cum to know that Jake was already heading toward explosion when he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you deserve it," Kimmie whispered. She demanded, "Take your shirt off."

Jake didn't seem to comprehend why she would want him to do that at this very specific and soon-to-be-memorable time, but she demanded again, "Pull your shirt off."

He managed it, even as he was climbing that mountain of ecstasy. Then just before his cock began leaping in her hand, spewing out ribbons of cum from his collar bone down his now bare torso, she finished her answer to his question, "And because I'm the only one who you would want to do it."

Kimmie would continue to work the teen's cock until either it had gone still in her grip or he asked her to stop. She knew that some guys got suddenly tickling after they'd come, and she didn't want to ruin the moment that way. So Kimmie just watched for his reaction, studied his body language, listened to his sounds, felt the beating of his heart within the chest against which she was still pressed.

When he was finally done and down, Kimmie used his removed tee shirt to wipe up the mess before tossing it aside. He looked about to speak, but Kimmie pressed a finger to his lips again, telling him, "Sh-h-h..."

She rolled to her left to turn out the lamp he'd turned on to get a view of her, then rolled back to the position she'd been in before all this happened. Then, in the dark next to the still excitedly breathing young man with the rapid heart beat, Kimmie whispered again, "Our little secret."