Kelly Ch. 07

It would be helpful to read Kelly chapters one through five (skip chapter 6, even though I liked the concept of it) as away to introduce yourselves to these characters. It’s four years later. Justin and Kelly are seniors in college. Much to the dismay of their parents, they have attended the same school and lived together for all four years. Parents are grudgingly accepting, and Kelly’s parents offer modest financial support. Justin and Kelly are typical struggling students, working jobs and going to school to make ends meet. Surprisingly, in this day and age, they remain deeply in love. That doesn’t mean, however, that there haven’t been bumps along the way. But not big bumps. It’s springtime now, when the last big crunch of college work is due. Stress levels are running high.

Side note: I recently saw the young lady after whom Kelly is modeled for the first time in three years. She is no less lovely.

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My mind roiled as I listed the things I had to keep track of as school hurtled towards completion. Not to mention work. Do you know how you sort of get tunnel vision when you’re really preoccupied? That was me on this warm spring morning. I opened the apartment door and came in, crossing the living room to the kitchen. Suddenly, I was stopped by arms reaching around from behind me and holding my waist tightly. I could feel a head pressed into my back. The arms were bare, as I looked down at them. I glanced aside at the window, and in its reflection I saw a lady completely naked pressed to my back. A beautiful lady. It was Kelly.

“My turn,” was all she said.

I gently broke her grasp and turned. I took in the absolutely stunning view of her nakedness. Over the last four years, her body had matured in subtle ways: Her breasts were a little bigger, and rounder most deliciously, pert nipples now erect in arousal. Her waist was still tight, with little ripples and contours completely in evidence. Her hips were still slim, with the tightest little butt on the planet. In all, still the breathtaking young woman I had fallen for during the spring of my senior year in high school. As often, I had to remember to inhale.

“What?” I asked.

“My turn,” she repeated, and gently went up on her toes seeking a kiss.

I bent my head, and her lips brushed mine ever so lightly as her hands took my fingers. She looked deeply into my eyes as she backed into the living room of our small apartment, pulling me gently, stopping every couple steps for a brief, light kiss. She backed to the love seat, and turned me around, gently pushing back on my hands as an invitation to sit.

The Love Seat. Aptly named, I thought. It had been our first big domestic purchase. We couldn’t afford a full-size sofa, and didn’t really have room for it. So we worked and saved until we could buy the smaller version. After we had wrestled it into the apartment, we had christened it with a furious lovemaking session, at one point my long legs hanging far over the end, Kelly’s spread legs on the arm. We slept on it for days, or rather, napped between sessions. I would get up behind her on the cushions as her hands were on the arms and first gently, then building to wild strokes, shove deep into her, climaxing together with moans and cries. She would kneel on the cushions with her butt to me and hands on the back, and I would stand and give her my meat. We pulled it out from the wall and I bent her over the back, sliding my entire length in and out while she whimpered with pleasure, me finally exploding in orgasms so hard I saw stars. She would sit on the arm and he would stand before her and plow her in frenzies of passion. She would slouch and hang her beautiful ass over the edge of the cushions and I would kneel and pummel her. She would put her belly on the seat cushions and I would love her from behind, our knees getting sore from the floor. Weekends were fabulous, when we would make love four or five times a day, always hungry for each other. It was a toy for experimenting with every position we could think of. Not to mention kneeling on the floor before her, my mouth buried in her snatch, and her on her knees between my legs, her nose nuzzling my pubic hair as she swallowed my entire length, and sometimes my load. But the best was, as always, gently rocking, kissing, nuzzling, until our mutual climaxes drew us tightly together. Every so often we’d fall off, or fall over, laugh, and resume. We had a lot of fun. Yeah, the Love Seat.

I remembered all these times while Kelly undid my belt, snap, and zipper, pulling down my jeans and underwear in one easy, practiced motion just far enough to expose my hardening cock. Four years, and the sound of my zipper going down was still an incredibly erotic thing. Kelly knew it, which was why she liked to do it to me.

I think I love the Love Seat best when I would sit and she would straddle me. I could choose between deep kissing her lips and sucking her beautiful round breasts. Preferably both. I was about to get that chance. Yup. With no preliminaries, she moved to straddle me and placed my cock at her slit, and lowered herself, impaling her pussy. She took my face in her hands and started to kiss me ferociously as she rose and fell. She took me in all the way and ground herself on my pubic bone as her tongue mashed in my mouth. She was out of control, and I loved it. I reciprocated by grabbing her hips and taking control of the rhythm of our thrusting, moving her back and forward, never leaving her more than a half inch, bottoming out on both backwards and forwards motion. Her breathing quickened as her excitement increased. She broke the kiss and straightened to put a breast in my mouth. I sucked greedily and gently bit her erect nipple, my other hand pinching her other nipple. I changed breasts and kissed and sucked the other one while we continued to hump. Suddenly, she broke away and looked deeply into my eyes as she began to pant and ride me with even more energy. Then, she arched her back, closed her eyes and her pussy clamped me hard in orgasm, a low moan escaping her throat. Now I grabbed her and raised her up and down, looking at my shaft as it emerged almost all the way, then plunge back in. It took only a few strokes of this to have the cum rise from my balls, and then I was growling as I jammed her down all the way and filled her with my seed, spurt after spurt, shooting ropes of cum deep into her womb. I grabbed her and pressed her against me as I spasmed and spasmed, feeling every curve of her body even through my t-shirt. Kelly continued to cum in what seemed like a never-ending climax, squeezing me and shuddering, taking refuge in my arms as we reached the pinnacle of mutual pleasure. We came down slowly, languorously, cuddling on the love seat.

“You’re a great fuck,” she said, finally.

“But we don’t fuck,” I said, “we make love, and you make love to me beautifully.”

“Have you ever though about what a stupid phrase that is?” she said.

“What phrase?” I asked, confused.

“‘Making love,'” she said. “It’s stupid. We’re not making anything. We already love each other. I don’t know how I could love you more, so how can I ‘make love’? Sounds like we’re factory workers or something.”

“What do you propose as an alternative description?”

“I’m not sure. ‘Merging,’ maybe,” she said thoughtfully.

“So I can have the urge to merge? I like that.”

She playfully punched me. “You haven’t felt the urge to merge a lot lately. I was feeling lonely and neglected, so I needed to ambush you.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I’ve been so preoccupied with everything that’s going on. I guess I’ve been distracted.”

“Sorry, buster, but I’m the only distraction you’re allowed to have,” She smiled as she said it. She pulled back, and raised the T-shirt over my head, me raising my arms to help. She was still impaled on me, and I was only starting to soften a little.

“Do you remember the first time we made love?” she asked.

“Yes, I certainly do. It was the fulfillment of a fantasy beyond my wildest dreams,” I said truthfully.

“I remember. I was sort of like this, only reversed.” And with that she quickly got off, turned around, and snuggled back against me. “Your cock was so hard, and I was rubbing it against me like this.” With that, she reached and aligned my cock so that its top rubbed against her wet lips. “We rocked back and forth.” Which she did, nestling her head against my neck, and moving my hands up to cup her breasts. “You pinched my nipples and I thought I would scream. It was like they were directly connected to my pussy.” I was responding, even so quickly after our furious love session just completed. My purple head swelled as I watched over her shoulder, seeing it in front of her snatch as she rocked back against him. Her breathing was getting heavy.

“And then, at the right moment, I rocked forward,” which she did, “and angled just right so that when I went back,” as she did, “your cock slipped between my pussy lips and sank into me,” which it did. She sighed as he slipped in all the way, buried to the hilt. I groaned at the wonderful, warm, velvety feeling of her wet vagina clamping down on my shaft. She was doing all the work again, sliding to and fro. I felt her warm, tight ass rub against me. I felt her wetness make her even more slippery. I caressed her sides and hips as she moved, returning to squeeze here breasts and pinch her nipples. Then, I attacked and took her ear in my mouth, sticking my tongue into it. It always worked. She screamed and shuddered in a powerful orgasm as I watched goosebumps bloom all over her body.

“Not fair!” she gasped. “You’re going to kill me!”

“As a beautiful woman once told me as I thought I was going to die from orgasm: ‘Today is a beautiful day to die!'” and we laughed while we moved together as one. It felt so good! The combination of the feelings and the memories stimulating me. I felt this one was going to be a whopper.

And when, after a long bout of stroking and loving, I finally exploded, I saw stars, the room whirled, and I was glad to be sitting down. I hadn’t had as powerful an orgasm in, well, I couldn’t remember how long. Kelly practically fainted as she came with me. Our screams and cries most likely giving good entertainment to the neighbors. Exhausted, we fell asleep right there, my still-turgid friend deep within the woman I loved.