Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... choice is simple. Either take me home, right now, or you can..." I stopped talking, waiting until he asked before I would tell him to put his hands back behind his head. To submit. I just sat there looking straight ahead with my arms folded over my chest. Letting the suspense build. I knew the truth of the expression, "Whoever speaks first loses," and it sure as hell wasn't going to me!

*

I didn't bother to tell Ted about how things had gone with John. It had been quite astonishing, and, though John did talk first, he didn't really lose. Because of what he said. I was amazed that my BS meter didn't go off at all when John looked me in the eyes, took both of my hands in his and said, "Kim, I love you."

Wowza! That came out of the blue! Though we'd never said anything even close to that before, something about the tone of his voice - low, steady, calm - made me believe it. And made me realize that I was being a total bitch to him. Now, of course I didn't love him back, well some I guess, but I did appreciate his good qualities. Good looking. Good kisser. Plus I'd never met anyone so reliable, dependable, supportive, and just an all around good guy. To everyone. But especially to me.

So, I kissed him - it was a way out of having to say something in response to what he'd just confessed - and, during the kiss I started rubbing his dick. Lightly, nicely, using my very best technique. I focused on the first inch, sliding up and down over the magic spot where the head ...

... meets the shaft. Then, once I had his penis drooling pre-cum, I rubbed it all around the head and kept jacking.

Because of his gasping and moaning, John couldn't keep kissing me anymore when I upped the pace. So I kissed his forehead, hugged him to me, and kept busy. I grabbed a tissue when he was close and covered his penis just before it shot. I kept moving my hand on him and got all his cum, but didn't keep going when I knew his cock was too sensitive.

OK, so yes, this was quite a change for me. But John telling me he loved me, when he knew that I almost certainly wouldn't say anything like that back to him, took courage. I liked that he had balls. So I drained them. Nicely. We kissed very sweetly when he dropped me off.

I didn't think it was necessary to tell Ted. Though it did violate our pact to cool it with our steadies, it was just a make-up hand job. Like a make-up call in basketball. You know, when the refs really blow a call then purposely call a foul against the other team to make up for it. I'd screwed up by confronting John, by trying to bend him to my will, and by being really mean.

But it hadn't been an "oh, this is SO meaningful because I want to deepen our relationship" type of hand job. It was just setting things right. So didn't really count. So that night I didn't tell Ted.

Besides, Ted wasn't in the mood to talk anyway.

Or in the mood to fuck, which kind of annoyed me. Making John's penis shoot, smelling it, and the sense of power I got ...