Memories of a Deviant Ch. 2: Coming to Terms by dragonsofspringdawning

As I stated at the end of the previous chapter, it was almost six years before I saw Tiffany again, and I spent most of the intervening years involved in a string of short relationships and flings that all ended up being as brief as they were unsatisfying. Now don’t get me wrong, in that time I had some incredible sex, but for whatever reason none of them could even come close to doing for me what that one night trapped in the ferris wheel with Tiffany did. No matter how many women I brought to my bed I couldn’t help but compare them to those few minutes where Tiffany and I basically masturbated each other to orgasm, and you know what? None of those other women could hold a candle to my sweet, inexperienced cousin.The intervening years also brought a great many changes in both my and Tiffany’s lives. My parents moved back home to Louisiana to be closer to my grandparents, and after I got out of the navy I moved back to Louisiana to be closer to them. Once there, I found a job as a diesel mechanic and settled into my new life as a civilian, with all the headaches that entailed. Both Sarah and Tiffany graduated from high-school and went off to college. Sarah went to a university there in Arizona, studying health and fitness while Tiffany moved out to California to attend a christian university studying education. I found all of this out from my grandparents because I had not talked to Tiffany since we last saw each other in Corpus Christi

The events in this chapter occurred on the week surrounding the fourth of july in the summer of 2001. At this time I was twenty seven years old and Tiffany was about to turn twenty one.

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It was about three-fifteen on a wednesday when I got the call that sent my life spinning out of control. I had been at work since five in the morning when the repair shop I was employed at opened and I was cleaning up for the day before going home. I was wiping the oil off of my tools when a voice crackled out over the intercom, “Josh line one, Josh line one.”

Reluctantly I walked over to the shop phone, and, picking up the receiver, pressed the button that would connect me to the call.

I recited the required phone answering spiel from memory saying, “Cummins Diesel Repair, this is Josh. How may I help you?”

I heard my grandmother’s voice coming from the phone say, “Hey, Josh, this is your grandma, Abilene.”

“Hey, grandma. Everything okay?” I had to ask because, for the most part, my family knew not to call me at work unless there was an emergency.

“Everything’s fine, sweetie,” she assured me, “Im just calling because your uncle Tom and cousin Tiffany are going to be staying with us next week for the fourth of july and we would like you to come over for dinner when they get here on Monday night.”

When her words reached me and had a few seconds to process, I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach. All the progress I had made in forgetting about that night with Tiffany had just been completely undone by a few simple words from my unknowing grandma. Icy cold dread coiled itself around my spine and settled in for the long haul, but, curiously, mixed in with that sensation was a sort of nervous thrill of anticipation. I was both terrified and excited at the prospect of seeing my cousin again.

As I tried to cope with these new feelings I realized that my grandmother was still on the phone, waiting for an answer. “Uh, sure thing, grandma.” I mumbled into the receiver, “I’ll be there.”

“That’s great, honey,” she replied enthusiastically, “I’ll call your uncle Tom and let him know you’re coming. Dinner will be at five.”

“Okay, grandma. Well, I better get off the phone. if I don’t clock out on time the boss man will give me an earful.”

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. Then, slowly, I walked to the locker room to change, all the while trying to come to terms with the fact that on monday I would once again come face to face with the one girl in the world who I both wanted to see more than anything, and desperately wanted to avoid.

After I got home and showered, there was still a lot of daylight left so I decided to call Kaitlyn, the girl I was seeing at the time, and see if I could go to her place. Kaitlyn was just the latest in a long parade of women, but she was by far the one that I had had the most fun with. She was about five-nothing, and maybe one-hundred pounds, with jet black hair cut shoulder length and eyes whose color changed every week via contact lenses that she bought online. She was also covered in tattoos and piercings.

When I asked if I could go to her place she said that was fine and that she had just started making dinner and I could eat there if I was hungry. I was, in fact, very hungry so I readily agreed, thanked her, and hung up the phone. After that I hopped into my car and made the thirty minute drive to her apartment.

When I made it to her place and she opened the door to let me in, I was happy to see that she was having one of her good days. You see, Kaitlyn was severely bi-polar, and, while on a good day she was an amazing person to be around, if you caught her on a bad day it was enough to make you fear for your life. There have been more than a few occasions where I had to wrestle a knife away from her to avoid being stabbed.

After I shut the door behind me, without waiting for any of the pleasant chatter she liked to engage in, I walked straight to her and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, practically crushing my mouth against hers.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood.” she said with a devious smile, indicating my cock, which was already straining against the fabric of my jeans.

Opting for actions rather than words, I simply pulled her to me again, resuming the kiss, and this time alternately massaging her tongue with mine and biting her lower lip. Kaitlyn let out a guttural purr of pleasure and, breaking the kiss, dragged me to the bedroom where she practically threw me onto the bed.

Without any attempt to make it even slightly sensual, she quickly shed all her clothes, and then climbed onto the bed and did the same for me. Once we were both naked she straddled me, positioning the head of my cock at her already wet entrance, and sat down on it. Impaling herself to the hilt in one smooth motion. She then began bouncing up and down on it and before long she was letting out loud, high-pitched grunts with each down stroke.

Now don’t get me wrong, it felt incredible, but it was taking far too long for my liking. Today I was looking for a hard, fast fuck and nothing more, so I flipped her over onto her back and began pounding her for all I was worth. I grabbed her legs and spread them as far apart as I could without hurting her to let me penetrate deeper, and for the first time I felt the head of my penis slam into her cervix. While I actually found the sensation to be somewhat pleasant, she reacted like I had shoved a red hot poker into her vagina, practically climbing up the wall to get away from it.

I muttered an apology and waited for her to calm down before I resumed fucking her, going slower this time and shortening my strokes to avoid a repeat of what had just happened. Within a few minutes we had found a new rhythm and she was once again letting out high pitched grunts of pleasure with every in stroke. I knew she was close to cumming when she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms went around my neck, so I redoubled my efforts, once again pounding into her for all I was worth, but this time taking care not to bottom out and was rewarded by her screaming expletives into my ear as the loud slap of skin on skin filled the room.

“OH GOD JESUS FUCK! OH JOSH! FUCK ME HARDER! OH MY GOD! DON’T STOP! FUCK!”

After several repetitions of that she finally came and let out a high-pitched, piercing wail and collapsed onto the bed. Since I was getting very close myself I just kept right on pounding her until I tensed up with my own orgasm, shooting a huge load deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her and we both lay there for several minutes, panting and covered in sweat from head to toe. Then I heard Kate say, “Shit! Dinner!” at which point she scrambled out of bed and, still naked, ran to the kitchen.

After getting dressed, I wandered out into the living room to watch Kaitlyn do her thing. She was an interesting sight, wearing nothing but an apron and busily moving about the kitchen, stirring some things and moving others.

Without looking up from her work, she spoke, saying, “Care to talk about it?”

I sure as hell did not want to talk about it so I simply replied, “Talk about what?”

She briefly glanced up from the pot she was stirring to give me a steady look, before bending back to her task and said, “Josh, we’ve been dating for almost six months now, and that is the first time that…THAT…has ever happened.”

Damn. One of these days I was going to have to find out how the women in my life always seemed to know more than they were supposed to. But since there was no way I could tell her the truth I threw out the first thing that came to mind, saying, “Nothing, really. It’s just been a long day and I needed to relieve some stress.”

She wore a glassy eyed smile as she replied, “Really? You should relieve some stress more often. That was…intense.”

I laughed and said, “That’s one way of putting it.”

Kaitlyn finished preparing dinner and as we ate we chatted about our respective days, and eventually I got around to telling her about how my grandma had called and invited me over for dinner on monday evening.

Casually, without even glancing up from her food, she said, “You know, that dinner on Monday would be an excellent time for you to introduce me to the rest of your family.”