Page 41 of Kayden: The Past
Did she just challenge me? I could break her. Little girls shouldn’t play with new toys unless they read the disclaimer first.
Me: We’ll find out. I think I can “handle” you just fine. You’ll never be the same again after me, just warning you now.
I might have picked the right girl for some fun. She didn’t talk about feelings but wanted to talk about sex. We spent the night talking dirty, but the conversation quickly went to the kinkier side of the fence. We shared our wildest experiences, and hers kind of outweighed mine. I sat there stunned. I didn’t think a woman ever threw her dirty laundry out there like she had. She liked sex rough, and she made that perfectly clear to me. She didn’t want me to make love to her.
By the time I walked into the company Christmas party, I was ready for her and what the night held. She talked about things I’d only seen in porn.Fucking hell, I was game to try it all.
The party was being held in a local Italian restaurant. The company rented it out for the entire evening, and all drinks and food were on their dime. The company wasn’t extremely large, but there was a group of about fifty employees who did various steps in the installation process to make it run like a well-oiled machine. I joined the guys I’d become friends with at the bar and ordered a drink. I glanced around the room, looking for Jennifer, but I didn’t see her. Would she chicken out? Was she all talk and no action?
We swapped stories about some of our nightmare customers. Some women would answer the door in their robe and panties. I knew what they had on underneath because their robe was draped across their body, but they didn’t tie it closed. Some were so overt with their sexuality and flirtation. I’d never crossed the line and never even thought about fucking a customer. It was instant grounds for dismissal. The money was too good, and they were the only game in town. If I lost this job, there was no other company to turn to.
A tapping on my shoulder drew my attention away from the conversation. I turned my head, and Jennifer was standing there with a big smile on her face. “I didn’t think you’d show.” I turned around and soaked her in. Her picture did her justice. She was decent-looking, and her kinky side drew me in where her looks might not have gotten her a second glance.
“Hell yes! I wouldn’t miss tonight for anything in the world.” She smiled at me with a devilish grin.
“Drink?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “Margarita, please.” I studied her for a moment. A tequila girl, I liked that. She had on a cute little polka dot sundress and sexy red stilettos. She looked like a normal girl, but based on her sexual fantasies and the experiences she shared with me, she was anything but normal.
“Margarita it is.” The guys seemed to know her. Maybe she did it with all the guys, and I just wasn’t in the loop. I didn’t give a shit either way. Everyone stood around and talked about work. It was the one thing we all had in common. Our jobs didn’t give us time to chitchat about our everyday lives. We saw each other for only a few minutes while stocking our trucks in the morning and doing our inventory in the evening. Our vehicles were our office, and the road our worksite. It was the best type of job. No one gossiped or knew much about each other, and everyone kept to themselves.
After dinner, we moved on to shots. Everyone was getting their last couple of drinks in before the end of the party. Jennifer did shot for shot and kept up with the boys. We’d be a massive disaster if we were to become anything other than fuck buddies. I didn’t need a wild child with drinking issues like me.
“My place,” she slurred.
“Are you sure?”
“Never been so sure about anything. Take me home. Show me what ya got.” She grabbed her purse off the bar and handed me her keys.
I wasn’t in the best shape, but I knew I could drive.
“You live far?” I asked.
“Just a couple miles away.” She hiccupped. Please don’t have this girl puke on me.
“Are you drunk?”
“Fuck no, takes more than that. I’m buzzed and feeling fucking fantastic. Are you stalling?”
“I never stall when it comes to pussy. Let’s hit it.” I grinned at her. I wanted to tear her shit up.
She closed her eyes and sang as I drove. I didn’t know the song, but she knew every word. She rolled down the window and sang into the air as her hair whirled around the car. She danced in her seat and kept moving the bottom of her sundress higher up her thigh, giving me a glimpse of her naked pussy.
I squeezed the steering wheel as I pulled in her driveway. “Ooh, we’re here,” she said as I turned the car off, and the music stopped.
“Last chance to back out, princess.”
“Fuck you, you’re being a pussy. Sure you can handle all this?”
“Out. Let’s go. I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”
I followed her into the house. The lights were off as she grabbed my hand and led me through the space to her bedroom. She flipped on the lights, and I was momentarily blinded by the brightness. She immediately started to take off her dress. She wasn’t shy about her body. I removed my shirt and tossed it on an empty chair in the corner. She sat on the bed and ran her fingers across her naked skin as she watched me intently, waiting to see what I had in my pants. I slowly unzipped my pants, and my cock was already rock hard. I moved the material just the right way to let my cock spring from the top, giving an amazing visual.
“My word.” She touched her lips as a smile crept across her face. “You sure don’t disappoint.” She leaned forward and touched the tip of it with her finger.
“Sure you want what you said, now that you’ve seen what I have to offer?”
She nodded her head and looked at me from head to toe. “I want all of it.”
