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Because you’re worth it, part 3 ;-*

Brandon did not remember driving home. Nor did he remember walking to his apartment. He did remember calling Karolyn to let her know he was indeed home safe. Just a short safety call that lasted another hour. It had only ended when she couldn’t stop yawning and he had encouraged her to get some rest.

She had sounded so sweet on the phone, just as in person. After ending the call, he laid on his bed, staring off into the ceiling. God, she was more than he had allowed himself to hope for in a long, long while. He couldn’t remember ever having that much fun, even with Claire. In addition to being smoking hot, which was already awesomely overwhelming for him, she was smart, classy, confident without being conceited, funny…

A lady. Karolyn is a lady. She seemed perfectly innocent and sophisticated in her speech and dress, yet the way her body moved just seemed to drip with sex. Touching her and helping her into his jeep seemed to stir some possessive alpha streak in him, and he had relished driving with her in his car.

And then the kiss. The kisses. His cock had never fully gone down, and instead he stroked it while remembering the wet softness of her lips, the cute little whimpers coming out of her while he pressed her to the door. Her breasts had felt phenomenal on his chest, and though he had refrained from gripping her big beautiful ass, just the charge he got from feeling the wideness of her hips in contrast with the slimness of her waist when he wrapped his arms around her was almost too much. He could still feel her in his arms, her giant breasts pressed to his chest and her arms around his neck.

That part was what he loved the most; that she had seemed to enjoy his kisses. A lot. A little timid at first, but he suspected his ferociousness had had something to do with it. His firm and gentle hand had brought her back in though and he positively quaked on the bed with pleasure in remembering how enthusiastic she had become under his touch. She had wanted to kiss him with those full, pouty lips. Wanted. Recalling the feeling of her hands gently curling themselves over his shoulders and around the back of his neck, pulling herself closer to him seemed to jarr his inner beast out of a years’ long depression. He stroked himself harder when her recalled her opening her mouth to him and her shivers when he couldn’t help but press her against the door.

But she had halted fleetingly. How flustered had she been? In addition to his cock aching to be in her, his heart seemed to ache with how enthusiastic and yet apprehensive she had seemed. Take it slow for her, he told himself. It will be ten times worth the wait. Remembering the third kiss, his dick practically yanked him off the bed to the shower. Shedding his clothes as he went and not bothering to shut his door or ever draw the curtain, he turned the shower on to the hottest setting. The borderline scalding gave him a further arousing pain as soaped up. Indulging his imagination like a kid on an ice cream cake, he pictured taking her anywhere and everywhere in his apartment. The shower was an especially big favorite of his as the image of her dripping wet skin with the curves of her muscles underneath almost made him shoot his load right there. Picturing her lathered wet hair with ribbons of suds streaming down her body, he began to have more thoughts of her in thin, tight black leather straps, thick padded cuffs, a collar circling that beautiful neck…

Half blowing, half shouting an oath as he came in a shuddering crash of hot and cold washing through his blood, bones and all, Brandon panicked and turned the water quickly over to cold. No, no, no, no he thought, rinsing off as quickly as possible and then going to towel off in his room. Take it slow, he told himself again. He had enough counting against him he thought, why overplay his hand and spoil everything. He flopped on the back bed, exhausted. Against his nature and everything he thought about dating and romantic relationships up to this moment, Brandon decided that he wanted Karolyn. All of Karolyn. Whatever it takes, whatever she wants or needs, I will find a way to get it, do it, be it for her. Part of him thought he was crazy and that in six months the physical attraction would start to wear off and he’d think differently. A very small part.

But he felt sure. Extremely sure. She was so completely different and better than Claire that his ex wife seemed to fizzle and drop away from his mind completely, along with the accompanying bitterness. Not just a cock warmer but a companion.

She was it. The one. Fuck everything and everyone else. Time to start playing for keeps.

In contrast to her hallmark perfect date night, Karyolyn’s morning had started off rocky; she had gotten a call at four am from the studio manager half begging, half ordering her to cover a block of classes as the regular instructor had taken off on vacation without telling anyone. It normally being her day off, she found it difficult to be happy and inviting at six in the morning with no breakfast to a bunch of women twice her size, twice her age and twice the attitude that she normally dealt with. The first class they kept complaining about her playlist so she kept having to switch the music. The second class it took her forever to get them started because they were all so chatty, and remained so throughout the hour. In the third class one woman kept calling her over and saying she had injuries and couldn’t do the exercises. When Karolyn kept modifying her she argued and flipped her off when she turned back to the other clients. Then as the third class ended and she was thinking she could leave, the yoga instructor failed to show up or call as clients were coming in. After leaving a message for the manager, Karolyn had to bust out a demanding Vinyasa flow as naturally they were all the super seasoned yogis who wanted to basically levitate for the hour.

As she got them back to lotus, heart centering and namaste-ing them she was so thankful it was over she laid back down in savasana and waved goodbye to the yogis from the floor. They had been more understanding and appreciative of her efforts, and she had been humbled when they cheered her on in her headstand that the other instructor always did.

All the same, she probably would have traded the extra hundred or so dollars back to have been just waking up around this time. Her phone buzzed with a text, and not bothering to get up she slid her phone up to her hand with her foot and unlocked the screen.

It was from Brandon.

“Good morning beautiful.” a warmth washed through her and she decided to turn the flirt on, suddenly feeling her inner vixen stir.

“Good morning sexy. ;-)” everytime she remembered their kisses from the night before she instinctively started doing kegels. Before she had thought he was cute if a little chubby and intimidating. Now he made her pussy pucker for another kiss.

As she laid her hand back down with the phone, it buzzed again.

“:-D How did you sleep? Would you be up for a late breakfast with me?” Now that was a

nice change for today. Her stomach agreed painfully.

“I will tell you how I slept over breakfast. ;-) I’m not home though, give me about 30 min to get back and change?”

His reply took less than a minute.

“Where are you? At work?”

“Well, yes. I got called to cover classes, so I’m at the studio.”

“I can just come get you! :-D Where is it?” an excited little panic shot through her. Well his enthusiasm was fresh this morning, wasn’t it? She replied.

“399 Mullen Ave. Suite B. Are you sure? I’m all sweaty in my workout clothes.”

“On my way!” he had followed with the icon of a man running so fast clouds kicked up behind him.

Karolyn would have really liked to go home and shower, getting all primped and looking her best. Right now her face was still red with exertion and no makeup, the sweat making her hair stick to her neck and back and rings of moisture in almost every fold of her body. Quickly grabbing her purse she rinsed off her face in the bathroom and slapped on some tinted moisturizer that had glitter in it, eyeliner and lip gloss. Eyeshadow would probably be a bit much in the morning and she wanted to look natural but not like she had just huffed and puffed her way through four hours of power pilates and yoga. Pulling her hair down and combing through it with her fingers she felt this was all she could do; she still needed to close the studio and somehow she didn’t think Brandon would give her a lot of time.

Spritzing on some essential oils to try and neutralize any odors she cleaned and rolled up her mat, swept the studio and was locking the doors just as the familiar jeep pulled up behind her. The day had turned sunny and hot, and Karolyn squinted as she watched him practically hop down and stride up to her, a mile wide smile on his face. She reciprocated gladly; he was truly the first person she was happy to see.

Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around her, gathering her up into an enthusiastic kiss and lifting her into the air. Her hands pinned to his chest, she was extremely self conscious of how sweaty and sticky she was. Of course she saw that Brandon apparently couldn’t care less as he continued to hold her even after setting her down. “Good morning, gorgeous!” His eyes still had that same intensity she was becoming accustomed to but she was also finding much more warmth in them than before. He looked healthier in the sunlight, with more color in his skin. Blushing and not thinking at all, Karolyn sighed and “I missed you last night.” slipped out.

It’s too early to give a come-on like that, she chastised herself while watching his pupils dilate to the nth degree and feeling the now familiar swell of his dick. Did I really miss him? Of course. But until she told him about her past she was afraid of getting into deep and then getting hurt.

She was done with getting hurt.

“Well I was thinking we could go try that place again for their breakfast hour, or if you don’t mind more of a diner type place?” He kept her close and rubbed her back. The self consciousness she felt at being all sweaty was drowned in the heat of his hands. They were always so warm and made her so small and vulnerable, yet safe at the same time. And they inspired a playful mischief in her. “I don’t know, after last night and how rude that one lady seemed to be, I would rather go somewhere friendlier.”

“Are you sure? The diner isn’t exactly healthy.” he kept rubbing her back and one hand went to brush some escaping tendrils off her face. Without thinking again, she closed her eyes and pushed her cheek into his hand, nuzzling ever so slightly. The heat felt so good, and though his skin was tough the friction made her feel lovely. Opening her eyes she looked up and said “I’m starting to feel a little ravenous.”

He had frozen, with the exception of his thumb making tiny strokes back and forth on her face. His eyes had a mix of wonder and feral desire so intense it was a few seconds before he recovered himself and declared, “Denny’s it is!” As he helped her into the jeep, this time a lot more reluctant to stop touching her, she felt a little unstable. Her cravings for his touch had suddenly skyrocketed. She suppressed this introspection as she turned to him while he got into the driver’s seat, “You’ll find a lot of Dietitian’s aren’t as stringent about food as people think.”

“Really?” He revved the engine and began to back out of the parking spot. “But you’re the ones telling us to eat this, not that right?”

“Of course. To be healthy yes, but food is just like exercise in that if you want to elicit a certain response in your body you have to do the right things.” She smiled “May I recline the seat a little?” They pulled out into the street and he took her hand in his to kiss, “Baby you can do whatever you want, just keep your seatbelt on.” She let a giggle escape as he kept her hand close as they roared down the road.

“Did you walk there? I didn’t see any other cars.” He asked while she attempted to push the seat back a few inches. The age of the vehicle was more apparent in this as she struggled, finally getting it down too far. “Yes. Actually I ran. It’s just 3 miles and it was a good warm up. Plus they called me at 4am and it’s impossible for me to go back to sleep after that.”

“Are you a light sleeper?” They played with each other’s hands, a fitting illustration of the blatant undertones between them despite the innocent conversation. “Sort of. It’s more I just get really anxious and it makes it hard to go and stay asleep.” she replied.

“Why are you anxious? Are they like night terrors or just can’t stop thinking?” She felt a lot more comfortable being honest. But not too honest. Why spoil a perfect day out? Then he spoke again, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry too much, if you don’t feel like talking about it.” He had gone serious and his caresses of her hand had gone so gentle even their roughness felt feather light. Deep down her heart felt a little fuller.

“It’s alright. I think it’s a combination of things, like I’m still getting used to the hospital and having my own place. During the week, even when my anxiety is super high I’m so tired I don’t notice it and then on the weekends I get so lonely I either never leave the apartment and just clean all the time or I spend so much time out with friends I don’t get a moment to myself.”

“Well I hope I can help with the lonely part. “ He winked and she blushed, again. “But you exercise a ton, that’s a stress reliever, right?”

She went on, feeling special for some reason, “It is. But it’s also healthy to have multiple ways of relieving stress. Like lately the only thing I’ve been able to do is workout, I haven’t had time to do anything else. I know that may sound insignificant but things have been just like go, go, go. All my leisure time I’ve been either teaching, eating or sleeping. My friend Angie keeps on me about a girls’ night and we’re definitely overdue.” Brandon smiled wryly, “Angie wouldn’t happen to be the Nurse Practitioner with the dragon stamped on her head?” Karolyn smiled more. “Yes! We’ve been friends for years and she let me know the hospital was looking for an RD back in the summer.”

Well I’m definitely going to have to thank Angelina for steering my girl into my path, he thought. He continued, “Now that you have a full time job though, do you plan on giving up the teaching and the oil stuff? Just to free up time?” Brandon sounded thoughtful, and it was something she had thought about; as it stood she taught seven one-hour classes a week. Definitely more time to practice on her own and she’d be able to catch up on other things, like putting together the furniture she had bought almost three months before. “I’ve thought about it, but I’ve taught for so long I kind of have a following. Plus I just put my wages it into my savings now so it helps build that up.” Probably a little TMI about the money, but it would probably help for him to know she could take care of herself, right? No sugar daddy needed here! She was right because he nodded in a very pronounced assent. “That’s actually a really good thing. After my divorce I did something similar and started working at other hospitals, though mainly that was to pay the lawyer fees and stay afloat.”

Karolyn wanted to tread lightly around the D word. “So you specialize in both ER and ICU?” Perhaps a little too off topic to not be noticed but his answer to that was more enthusiastic. “I’m mostly ER and trauma but in the Army I did a lot of Intensivist work, and they train you to be pretty adaptable, so the specialties just kind of came up and seemed suitable. They wanted me to be a surgeon but beyond fixing things in the field I couldn’t do too much. Plus I was pretty frightening with a scalpel.” He laughed, and then seemed to remember something. “So, I have a buddy who’s throwing this silly Halloween get-together In a few weeks, would you want to go? We don’t have to dress up-.”

Karolyn’s girlish enthusiasm took over at once. Party? Sexy costume? Of course. “Oooooh that would be fun! We could do a couple’s theme-.” She stopped, attempting to reign it in incase he regretted it or didn’t want to hear the word “couple” just yet.

But like last night once the cat was out of the bag they both seemed to be on the same wavelength. They planned and talked and joked around all through breakfast and well into lunch, the connection between them strengthening by the minute.

Conversations with Barnes were never fun. Conversations with Patrick were not only no longer fun but depressing as hell now. And Brandon had seemed to hit the winning ticket for both as he walked into the Dr.’s lounge a week later, stupidly grinning as he scrolled through his texts looking at pictures of some of the costumes Karolyn had wanted opinions on.

“She should at least take the fucking alimony if she doesn’t want the house, what the hell is she going to do for money?” Brandon had been inadvertently avoiding his friend since the night Patrick came to him with his wife’s dear john letter. Seeing him now shocked him as the transformation seemed much more apparent. The man seemed to have lost weight in that his neck was clearly too small for the shirt now and his pants hung off his hips with no ass to hold them. He looked like he had aged a few years in the span of a few months with the sallow skin stretched over his face and the circles so dark they almost looked drawn in.

Patrick looked up and a crooked smile cracked over his face as he abandoned his conversation with Barnes. “Hey, man! I haven’t seen you for months, what the hell?!” he waltzed over inviting a big hug which Brandon felt obliged to give, quickly slipping his phone in his pocket and reluctantly forcing the last image of Karolyn out of his head. “I know!” Brandon reciprocated awkwardly. “You’ve been working too hard, d’you live here now?” Patrick’s smile remained on his face but his laugh was hollow and short. “Well you know, sometimes work is the best medicine.” He turned to Barnes, “I can follow up with you later but we’re not agreeing to those terms.”

Barnes said nothing but began pushing papers into his briefcase and getting up. He was in his late sixties and looked every bit the seasoned lawyer who had spent a lifetime sitting behind a desk hunched over pushing around papers. Balding and thin except for a pot belly, Barnes was the guy no one noticed even if he screamed and had a perpetually depressed frown on his face. Fixing a pair of coke bottle 80’s style glasses on he nodded and stepped towards the door before turning back, “Oh, Brandon, you should have gotten my email?” He was referring to the new extension of alimony that Claire had apparently filed, as apparently the house and half of their money and the first alimony extension was not enough for her to live on. “Yeah, I will get back to you later today, Barnes.” The old lawyer nodded and headed out the door, slouching and heaving himself from one foot to the other.

Patrick clapped a hand on Brandon’s shoulder and he noticed how cold and light his hand had become. “Hey, man are you ok?” the words were out before he could stop them, but saying anything else would have been stupid. “Hey, I’m not dead! Just been working a little more than usual.” Brandon remembered how eighty and ninety hour workweeks felt and he suspected that Patrick was not far from that.

“Well, you look like shit to me,” he ventured lightly. “Maybe just cash in some PTO and sleep for a few days?” Patrick’s smile faltered ever so slightly and immediately asked, “So what have you been up to? Did you ever hit things off with that fat older lady?” It took Brandon a few seconds to remember Gloria. The lackluster night in the bar flashed up in his mind and he laughed in hopes that it would be contagious. “Yeah, she decided my hunting on occasion was no-bueno so there wasn’t a second date.”

Patrick motioned to the sofa for both of them to sit down. “That’s ok. Hey, I know a place where we can go, just two guys looking for a good time! I could be your wingman, is that what they’re still called?” Brandon almost laughed at how pitiful his friend had become. He remembered when Patrick condemned men who went expressly to bars just looking for women to hook up with, though he always suspected it was because he wanted to impress Jenna. Mildly he wondered if he had been like that immediately post-Claire.

“What do you say? Tomorrow night?” Patrick was looking hopeful and awkwardly smug. “Uhh,” Brandon wasn’t really ready to tell anyone about him and Karolyn yet, mostly because he knew they would think he was lying. Also although they had been spending a lot of time together, he didn’t want to assume they were exclusive yet. Though confirmation of that fact would have made him the happiest man on earth.

“Mmmm, can’t. I think I have the late shift, or I’m on call for ICU. I’ll have to check.” Patrick looked as though he wasn’t buying into it for a second but didn’t press the matter too much. Since he seemed to be living at work now he could hardly condemn someone for picking up extra shifts, Brandon thought.

As if to come to Brandon’s rescue, Patrick’s pager buzzed “Then, maybe another night--.” He checked it and brush past to get to the door, “But we’ll do something!” he half laughed, half shouted not looking at Brandon.

His giddy mood long forgotten, Brandon shrugged his coat into a chair before sitting down fishing his phone back out. All he wanted to do was go back to ogling the sexy little costumes that Karolyn had sent him, but Barnes’ reminder of the alimony extension shamed him into opening up his email on his phone and scrolling through the convoluted lawyer speak.

Technically, he could have stopped the last extension she had filed, only he hadn’t really cared to. He had pretty much gone to living like he did in the Army where if it wasn’t an absolute necessity he did without. Thus he had managed to build back his savings despite the massive cannibalisation effort Claire had mounted. Plus at the time he had reasoned with himself that this was the lesser of two evils; if she was kept happy she would stop trying to sue him.

But that was when he thought he’d never have another serious relationship. Now that he had the chance to change that, he started thinking about how he could permanently sever ties with Claire.

As Brandon imbibed another beer, the room swam in a haze of warmth and laughter. They had gotten to the halloween party fashionably late though they had seemed to arrive around the same time as everyone else and immediately the guys were falling all over themselves to get to know Karolyn while the ladies either pulled her into conversation or stood staring and whispering from the other side of the room. They had agreed on going as the Magician and his Bunny, and when Karolyn had opened her door revealing herself basically wearing a white corset, cotton tail bikini bottoms with bunny ears stiletto heels, Brandon’s jaw nearly hit the floor while his heart pounded and his dick pulsed. The ride there had been jovial and full of flirtation; he was determined to forget about everything else that was going on and enjoy every second they were together.

From the moment they walked through the door, the alcohol flowed, the music blared and suddenly the world was just a playground for him and his precious slut. Nothing seemed to be too much of a task for him, so long as Karolyn was watching. Arm wrestle everyone? No problem! Win Beer pong? Hell yeah! Streak the neighborhood? Well he was already half naked by then so what did his pants matter?

It was after this that a giggling Karolyn started pulling his naked self towards the Jeep. Where had she found his clothes and keys? “Oh no baby, I can’t drivvveeeee. Woo!” He gyrated his hips to swing his junk around, hoping she would be impressed by his length. “Brandon, I’m taking you home, please put your pants back on?” Her lips said no but her laugher and her eyes were so gorgeous he felt yet another surge of blood into his cock as it rose up to point at her. Oooh, she couldn’t help but look before she attempted to cover it with his pants. “Are you impressed?” He struck a superhero pose. Somewhere behind him there seemed to be a lot of people laughing at something. Karolyn seemed to sigh, and then smiled deviously, “If you put your pants on I’ll show you how impressed I am when I get you home.” and then she bit her lip and winked at him.

Holy shit! His mind seemed to come to a screeching halt. Within seconds he had practically jumped into his pants and was struggling to get into the driver’s seat. “a-hem? I’m driving, babe.”

Babe. The word seemed to wrap around his cock and stroke the precum out. He jumped down and grabbed her to lift her into the seat, but not before giving her a crushing, wet, lascivious kiss. Those people sure were laughing at something. He climbed up to buckle her in, making sure it was nice and tight across her breasts, pausing to give her another luscious kiss while images with Karolyn other types of tight straps danced around in his head. Instead of going around the jeep this time to get to the other side, he lurched himself headfirst into the passenger seat. “Oh my God, Brandon!” Her laughter was giving him the best hard on he’d ever had. Struggling to sit up right, he had no shame. In fact, the word had completely left his vocabulary.

Karolyn drove, handling the jeep very gently, though much too slowly for Brandon. He kept bouncing in his seat, cracking jokes and sneaking his hands over to grope Karolyn. Her constant giggles and twisting just increased his intoxicated arousal in the most wonderful way. “My anaconda of love is gonna get yoouuuu!” sent her into such fits of laughter she drove over the curb as she pulled into the parking lot of his complex. “Oh my god, people are going to think I’m the drunk one!” She took care to make the jeep straight in his parking spot even as he began to climb out, promptly tripping and falling. Running around the jeep as she shut off the engine and put on the brakes, he wrenched the driver’s door open and pulled her out of the seat by her waist, the buckle smacking him in the face. “Careful!” he hadn’t even felt it. Throwing her over his shoulder he first tried to run, then thought better of it and just walked briskly. Even in his drunken excitement the last thing he wanted to do was drop his prize.

Getting in the apartment was a struggle as Karo still had the keys and communicating that to him was difficult. Finally he turned and allowed her to unlock the door. Swinging her back around he practically wrung the door knob off its axis as he pushed in. Not bothering to turn on the lights he slammed the door shut and stomped back to his room. Vaguely feeling her grunt to shut the door behind him, Brandon’s jovial mood had descended into an animalistic obsession. Finally after months of watching, waiting, wanting, his fuck of all fucks awaited him. Still not turning on the lights he threw her down on the bed so hard she bounced back in the air a few times. “Brandon, slow down! You’re getting a little crazy.” She was still laughing, but there was a tremulous undertone in her voice he failed to pick up on. Practically growling he shucked his pants again and climbed onto the bed, shoving her back down when she tried to sit up, pushing his knees in between her legs, he growled “Of course I’m crazy! I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you!” He clamped his mouth over her’s and began to pull at her corset, blatantly trying to rip through the zipper. “Hold on,” she kept turning away from his kisses to talk. He responded by planting a powerful hand on her jaw to hold her still and then reclaimed her mouth, pushing his forehead on hers so that she was pressed hard into the pillow. Taking both sides of the corset, he summoned all his strength and pulled down and apart, a satisfying rip piercing the air.

“OW! STOP!” She screamed into his face. As if he had been splashed with ice cold water, Brandon saw what he was doing for the first time. In ripping the corset open the underwires had popped out hand left long scratches that were quickly starting to bleed.

He had hurt her.

Sitting up and slowly backing away as if from a wild predator, Brandon forgot all his lustful abandon. Karolyn was pushing herself up on one arm, holding her ripped clothing together with the other. Time had gone from surging to standing still.

How could he? How could he let himself get so drunk and so stupid? The lines of blood went down across the top of her belly. Her beautiful belly. If he had just calmed down and been a little more patient he wouldn’t have hurt her. But in his selfish friendzy he had.

“Can you help me?” She looked at him. He looked for anger, rage, disappointment, disgust, anything that could punish him. But she just looked hurt and a little scared, which twisted the knife so much harder, slower. His face fell back to the scratches. “Brandon?” she got on her knees and reached out, squeezing his shoulder. He remained frozen, so afraid that her just touching him sent waves of panic through his body. “Brandon, it was an accident. I know you didn’t mean too.” She moved closer to him, taking her hand to gently tilt his head up to face her. “Can you help me clean this?” Her voice was so gentle, her touch was so light, he suddenly felt like a piece of garbage being handled by a divine creature. He wanted to speak but everything seemed to die in his throat. “Brandon?” She said more firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong-.”

Something broke in him and tiny drops of water began to trickle out of his eyes, bleating that was barely audible coming from his throat. She grabbed him with both hands and pulled him into an embrace. “Oh Brandon, no you didn’t. You just got too excited, that’s all!” She began pulling his head back up and planting soft kisses all over his face. Each one burned through his self loathing, hot and soft. He didn’t deserve any of her kisses. He didn’t deserve her. But she seemed determined to show him that he did.

“Want to make it up to me?” This seemed to give him permission to perk up. “Anything!” his voice had seemed to find power again, and a raw desperation rose in him. “Anything you want!” he wanted to appease his goddess so bad, to return to her good favor. “First give me a good kiss.” She gave him a smile, and though he still felt like garbage, hope rose in him once more. Timidly, he kissed her, practically whimpering everything her soft, wet lips did to him. She seemed to drag it out, which felt so good it hurt.

Finally she pulled back and said, “Now, I would like to take a shower and clean this, and then could you help me bandage it?” Her grace his shower? Her use his soap? It was more than he deserved or hoped for. But then the fact that she was still there and talking to him was also more than he deserved. Scrambling off the bed, he breathed, “Don’t move!” and seemed to scurry over to the bathroom. He pulled out all the towels and hung them up for her, turned on the water and took care to make sure the temperature was just right. It took awhile because he was still very drunk. Then he plugged the tub stopper in case she wanted to soak her feet. Then poured bubbles in the water in case she wanted a bubble bath. Then he checked the towels again. Then he wiped everything down, sprayed his aftershave as he didn’t have any air freshener and laid down an extra towel so her feet wouldn’t get cold on the floor.

He still hated himself for hurting her, but doing something about it made him excited. Doing anything for Karolyn excited him, to be honest. “And can I have something to change into?” Her voice was still cool and gentle behind him. Clothes! Of course! He was so stupid, she couldn’t get dressed in what she had now, not after he ruined her pretty costume. He wanted to bolt over to his dresser but instead slowly stepped past her, relishing in another quick kiss before he jumped over to his dresser and began tearing through his clothes, trying to find the cleanest, softest shirt and boxers he owned. He really needed to go shopping, he realized as his search revealed a pile of stained, well worn white and army green t-shirts next to him. He found the winning ensemble at the bottom. Tiptoeing back to the bathroom he stopped and shyly knocked on the door. “Come in, babe.” He heard her laugh over the running water. Feeling sheepish he slowly opened the door and crept inside, the steam wafting up and kissing his face with wet heat. “I’ll just leave them here,” he went to put them on the counter, averting his eyes though all he could see was his green shower curtain and he was suddenly conscious of how slurred his speech was still.

“No, you stay.” He froze. He was still in trouble. He deserved nothing more than to sit with his nose in the corner and shiver all night. “Babe, come in and sit with me, here on the seat.” a hand came out and pointed to the toilet. Scared even to be near her incase he hurt her again, Brandon padded over to sit on the lid of the commode, still naked holding his t-shirt and shorts for her. His head was starting to hurt as the effects of the alcohol went from a frothy foggy stupor into blatant rolling pains in his skull and dehydration. He had really drunk way too much at the party.

“Are you ok?” she asked. Another stab of self loathing overwhelmed him. He had just been the biggest fucking pig imaginable, letting his attraction consume him to the point of almost raping her and her she was asking him if he was ok? He couldn’t bring himself to answer. He didn’t deserve her and he was stupid to think otherwise.

The water shut off and she pushed aside the curtain. He didn’t dare lift his head until she prompted him as she got a towel to dry off.

She was even more sexy and beautiful than before. Every curve was pure muscle. The outlines of her abs, obliques, quads and every other muscle seemed to display unabashedly under her supple skin. Her breasts seemed immune to gravity as they perched perfectly over her belly with the most subtle shadows of muscle, her navel ring glinting with the water. If he had ever underestimated how hard she seemed to work out, the thoughts were driven from him. He could still see the scratches he had made on her stomach, but she had washed so well they were no longer bleeding and greatly reduced.

Then he noticed her mound was completely bare. A little shocking, but he found himself salivating at how much easier that would make eating her in. Policing his thoughts he watched her dry off with slow deliberate movements. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders and breasts heaved whenever she moved.

She wasn’t trying to tease him. When she bent over to dry one leg at a time she allowed her belly to pooch out and didn’t turn to show him her ass, though he knew it was wonderful. She just dried off while he watched, and then hung up the wet towel and wrapped another fresh one on her head before wrapping up in a third.

She stepped out and over to him,turning and sitting down on his lap. Petrified, he sat stock still as she lowered down, feeling her thighs on his. She put one arm around him and stroked his hair at the back of his head, holding the towel loosely with her other hand.

“Brandon, I know that you would never intentionally hurt me.” her fingers felt soothing on his head and he instinctively pushed back into them for more. His heart filling fast he silently agreed with her, still not able to say much. She went on, “You did have a lot to drink at the party, maybe have less next time?”

He dared to wrap his arms around her, clothes still in his lap. “After this I think I’ll never drink again.” He couldn’t keep the shaking out of his voice still. She pushed his face to her neck and tucked his head under her chin. “We don’t have to be drastic, but I do want you to know that aside from drinking too much, you didn’t do anything wrong.” she pushed a tender kiss into his scalp and whispered, “I feel safer with you than with anyone else I’ve ever known.”

Something much deeper broke inside of him and his heart began to overflow. He tightened his arms around her and began to press kisses into her collarbones. He’d never be good enough for her but he would damn well try. This was not some girl. This was not some great fuck. This was the woman of his dreams, bathing him in affection and offering him the gift of her trust. This was someone to honor, cherish, keep, and protect. This was someone to love. He had known he loved her for awhile, but tonight seemed to bring the emotion full force inside him.

“Why don’t we go to bed and snuggle? I’ve kind of been craving a back rub too.” He could feel the smile in her voice put warmth back in his soul. He slipped one arm underneath her legs and began to lift her up princess style before the blood seemed to drain from his head and he let her down quickly out of dizziness. “Let’s get you in bed first.” she put an arm around his waist. “But your clothes…” he was having trouble focusing. “I’ll get them, don’t worry.” Vaguely he was aware of the bed looming in front of him and he haphazardly climbed on top before falling onto one side. A second later she was beside him, dressed and attempting to pull out the covers so she could tuck both of them in. He lifted up and then checked the area of her scratches. They looked a lot better now with no blood and being very clean. He mustered enough focus to pull out a bottle of liquid bandage from the side table to seal it with and blew on it to accelerate the drying before she turned over.

How lovely she was. He didn’t care that his headache was growing. He began to caress along her muscles, luxuriating in the softness of her skin and the firmness of her shape. Gently pressing his fingertips in deeper he followed the path of the fibers and silently rejoicing every time he made her coo and stretch, arching her back, the shirt seeming unnecessary now. He made a mental note to learn more about massage so he could give her a more pleasurable experience. He was starting to have an erection again every time she twisted and turned but he policed himself. After everything else, the fact that she was still in his clothes, his sheets, enjoying his touch was more than enough for him to enjoy. He watched her fall asleep and felt an endearing pang as she nestled closer to him. Tucking in next to her he stroked her hair for awhile longer before succumbing to sleep himself, the feeling of her breath on his chest soothing and even. I could get used to this, he thought before his consciousness disappeared completely.

The bed felt soft and warm as Karolyn woke up while pulling her foot out of a frayed hole in the fitted sheet. The depth of her sleep had been such that it took a few moments of just staring off to the other side of the room before she realized she wasn’t at home. Oh my God! Oh my God! She began to scramble out of bed and then she remembered Brandon, the shower, cuddling… sitting back down, she felt her slit which was warm and wet with no pain or burning. Ok, well we didn’t fuck then… as much as she wanted it, she knew she wasn’t ready and she breathed a sigh of relief as the next stream of thoughts cascaded in.

He stopped when I wanted him to… recalling Brandon’s immediate change from drunken fool to apologetic gentleman began to fill her heart and quell her remaining fears. While he was drunk he had begun to remind her of some of her past dates but as soon as she said flat out to stop, that drunken fool was gone. Even then she had seen men who were much worse after a few drinks.

Much worse.

She sighed. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She had to tell him. At once tears welled up in her eyes, but it wasn’t fair to him. He was a good man and he deserved a queen. Besides, if he couldn’t handle it then he didn’t deserve her.

She dearly hoped he could handle it.

It was then that it occurred to her that the bed was empty and she smelled coffee. Wrapping up in the flat sheet she slid off the bed and felt around in the dark for her clothes, and then she remembered the skimpy halloween costume and it was probably still in the bathroom. Feeling her way around the bed, the carpet felt soft and clean if a little shaggy under her feet. Sensing that the door to the bathroom was still open, she felt the inside wall for the light and turned it on. The brightness assaulted her as she quickly turned it back off, seeing that her clothes were not in there either. Having seen a nightstand last night she felt around for that too see if his phone was there.

She felt the lining of her own phone case that was apparently plugged in to charge right next to his phone. Having an awww moment she checked hers. Four fifty-six in the morning. No messages. Normally she would be getting up to teach but she had managed to sub out her classes. Double checking the schedule needlessly, she steeled herself. Past experience taught her that a woman’s past determined how men tended to treat her. But she was a brave, confident, capable woman, a college graduate with not just two jobs but two careers. Even if this did go south, she could deal with it. It wouldn’t be the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Not her first walk of shame.

She dearly wished and hoped and prayed they wouldn’t go south.

Wrapped up in the sheet, she found her way through the darkened living room to the kitchen door and Brandon staring into the light of the refrigerator. Coffee was brewing over on the counter and bowls were set out with a box of bisquick under the stove lamp in the dim kitchen. “Umm--” was all she got out before he jumped and whirled around. They stared at each other for a moment, and Karolyn had to force herself to speak, “Can we talk?” He looked crestfallen as he pushed the refrigerator shut behind him. “Sure.” and he motioned over to the sofa in the living area. The apartment was small but clean and cozy which made the sofa seem huge. Brandon seated himself at one end, interlacing his fingers to his lips and his elbows on his knees, watching her. Sitting next to him she took a deep breath. Here goes nothing…

“Before this goes any further I just want to be completely honest with you, about myself… and if you don’t want to see me again, I’ll understand. But the last few months with you have been amazing.”

Brandon’s expression went from foreboding and sad to perplexed. But he didn’t say anything, so she continued. Looking at the death grip her hands had on each other and started forcing her sentence out, she sighed “I used to be a stripper and an escort. Mostly a stripper.” She gave it a second before continuing, and his eyebrows immediately shot up his forehead. “Before I got into college and before I started teaching Pilates and Yoga I was a stripper and did pole dancing. I dropped out of highschool when I was 17 and started traveling with some friends because I ran away from home. We got into a lot of bad shit and after a couple years I started training to be a Yoga teacher to get out of it, which led me to Pilates and to get my GED and then I started taking college classes.” she could have elaborated but she wanted him to say if she should even continue.

Brandon was surprised. And he looked… relieved. A smile came to his lips and reached his eyes as he brought his hands down. “Well, ha… I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting that.” he rubbed his hands together and looked at her. “It kind of explains a lot… Honestly I thought you were going to say that I had scared you off after last night and you were just being nice about it.” He started to breathe more, as if he had been holding it in.

“Oh no,” she said emphatically, clasping his hand in hers. “Trust me, that was nothing--” She stopped. Just focus on the now. You just told him, let it sink in. “So… you’re ok with that?”

Taking her hands in both of his he shifted closer to her. “Wait, you thought that your past would make me not want you? Karolyn…” He pulled her closer, his eyes big and bold, almost bathing her in intense heat. “After all the time we’ve spent together, I don’t think anything could make me not want to be with you as long as you want me.”

Relief washed over her as tears started streaming down her face. “Oh no, Karolyn, don’t cry!” his voice was soft as he reached up a hand to brush away the tears. “I’m sorry.” she blubbered as he wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. “Don’t be sorry baby. I’m still ashamed for hurting you last night!” he pulled her head down for a soft, sweet kiss as he leaned back into the cushions of the sofa. “You won’t get rid of me that easy.” he smiled as she pressed her forehead to his. “I’m here as long as you want me baby.”he cooed. Karolyn practically melted into him as he rubbed her back and continued to give her light kisses. When she started sliding off to the side he maneuvered them both to lay with her on top, calming down and him continuing to stroke her.

After a while, Brandon ventured tenderly, “Can I ask why you ran away from home?” Being calmer Karolyn lifted off his chest just enough to look at him. His eyes twinkled in a face that made her feel so safe, so welcomed that even all the dark thoughts and memories swimming around her head didn’t faze her. “ I didn’t have a good relationship with my mom. She was addicted to painkillers and when that turned into a crystal meth addiction my dad moved away. He was just into weed, but tried to get clean when they broke up and we still talk a lot. My brothers all kind of left as soon as they turned eighteen and since I was the youngest, she was pretty over us by the time I moved out. I tried to go live with my dad but he lives in a refirbushed bus in New Mexico.”

Brandon chuckled and then caught himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to--.” but she smiled and kissed him lightly. “No babe, it’s pretty hilarious. I love my dad, but he’s so fucking weird. Anyway,” she shifted to get more comfortable and as her breasts pressed into him further she felt his dick swell against her thigh. Giving him another kiss she continued.

“So I moved in with some of my friends who were like ‘fuck school, let’s do a road trip and just see everything’ so we traveled around just driving from place to place and I ran out of money, like, really quick and then our van got stolen at this truck stop, which coincidentally also had a strip club. My friends were freaking out, calling their parents trying to get back home, and I’m thinking, ‘this is stupid. I can’t go home, what do I do?’ ‘Cause honestly I wasn’t expecting my friends to bail me out at that point. This went down in over a few days because my friends had given one of the motel owners our sob story so they let us stay in exchange for cleaning the other rooms and helping out the maid.” she paused only to breathe and Brandon just laid there listening, combing his fingers through her hair, a warm smile on his lips. “So after about a week they gave us jobs because the maid ran off with one of the truckers. And we were making like five dollars an hour. Now I was kind of pissed off at my friends because they just wanted to get back home to their cushy parent’s houses and I was kind of jealous because I didn’t think I had anything to go back to, I was just there making five bucks an hour washing other people’s jizz out of the bed sheets.”

He chuckled and smiled more broadly as she continued with a confidence he hadn’t seen too much of until now. “So this one night my friends are all like, ‘ooh lets go to the strip club!’ and I’m like ‘for what?’ We’re four seventeen year old girls in the middle of fuckin’ Texas, where there’s like, nothing. But they went and I stayed in one night until I get this call from Josie. She’s all ‘oh my god, they left me, I can’t find them and these guys are trying to pick me up!’ So I’m like ‘ok I’ll come get you.’ So I go to this club, and it’s like the second most disgusting place I’ve ever been, right? So I get there and I can’t find Josie, I’m like, ‘bitch, where the fuck are you!’ And I’m asking around and everyone is drunk and--”

Brandon piped up, “Wait, didn’t they card you?” Karolyn waved a hand, “I had a fake id and I don’t think they really looked hard. Anyway, so I see this stripper, right, and I never said this to her face ‘cause she turned out to be a wonderful person, but she was, like, ugly. Like no boobs, no ass, nothing. But the shit she was doing on the pole was really cool and the guys were just tossing money up at her. Just tossing it! Like all she had to do was twerk and roll her tongue around and boom! She got ten dollars.”

“I don’t know, I would find that a little demoralizing. Would you like to move this to the kitchen while I make you breakfast?” The sound from his empty stomach was audible now, but Karolyn loved hearing while I make you breakfast. “Of course!” As they got up he bade her to continue and feeling better, she tied the sheet around her like a sarong to sit at the table.

“So at that point, when I saw that people were just handing her money for being naked on stage, I kind of snapped, like, ‘I don’t have anything else and I look prettier than her so I should at least be able to match what she’s making right?’ So I found the owner and I just flat out asked for a job, because my friends basically abandoned me and I pretty much had no home to go to, so I found him and I was like, ‘dude, let’s hook this up.’ And at first he kind of laughed at me, I mean I was thin blonde, back then I was like a B cup, wasn’t too much into fitness so he kind of gave me the go around, and I was getting pissed so I full on hopped up on his table and did a striptease right there.” Brandon accidentally dumped half the batter into the skillet and he looked up, “Are you serious?” He smiled, “Yeah, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but I was desperate, and I was mad at my stupid friends for essentially stranding me in the middle of nowhere.”

“That’s impressive though. I’m guessing he hired you?” The skillet was smoking as he hovered over it with the spatula.

“Yup, and that first night I made two hundred and fifty-six dollars in four hours! I had to use it for food and stuff, but still.” The pancakes smelled good if a little burned and Brandon had now gotten the hang of pouring and flipping and listening. “That’s really resourceful though.” He smiled. Karolyn conceded, “I’ll freely admit it wasn’t safe at all, but honestly, what was I going to do?”

“Did you friends come back?” He pulled out a plate for the pancakes. “Oh, Josie did. She had hooked up with this trucker and then apparently his wife kicked her out, so she came back and lived with me another week and then her parents wired her money to come home. She wanted to stay because apparently I had hit the ‘jackpot’ with the stripper job so she wanted to do it. But they didn’t hire her because she was bigger. Plus I told her ‘look you still have a home and parents who actually give fuck about you, don’t be stupid.’ She was mad at me for a long time after that.”

Brandon brought over silverware and steaming plates of pancakes with butter and syrup, sitting opposite her at the table. “So how long were you in Texas?” he asked, watching her take the first bite. They were soft and warm and wonderful, just like everything else Brandon had. Just like Brandon.

“I think, like, six or seven months. I made new friends with the other strippers there. Some of them were impressed with how I got the job and others were like ‘bitch, I will run you out.’ At first it was kind of a competition to get dances and some nights I barely made, like twenty dollars a night, but every time I got a dance, I just was like, ok I’m going to make every single guy in this club cum for me.” Brandon dropped his fork and looked a little red in the face as he stepped away to get another. Karolyn spied his dick tenting the front of his sweatpants. “Should I put clothes on?” she asked. Sitting back down, he squeezed her hand, saying “You do whatever makes you comfortable. I’m very interested though, if you wanted to continue. What else happened in Texas?”

“Well that was where I started. There were some nights that I tried out some new stuff that I wasn’t ready for and at one point I actually fell off the pole, but you just keep doing it and keep going. I also saw that the strippers who took care of themselves, like who ate a lot of veggies and practiced and didn’t drink or smoke a lot looked hot longer and they got better tips. And I wanted as many tips as I could get so I got into all this yoga organic stuff and then this one guy wanted to hire me for private parties, because I was starting to get a little famous, which was good at the time but now I get really paranoid that someone will recognize me.”

That was true. Having a legitimate job was not nearly as solid as the general public liked to think. Since dietary was in kind a weird facet of healthcare anyone who had a problem with her could probably dig up enough to get her fired. But then again he had also done that to himself just through his own stupidity.

It didn’t matter too much to him though. Karolyn was getting more impressive by the minute.

“Could you wear masks or lots of makeup? Like a disguise?” Part of him didn’t want to let on how much experience he had being a patron of stripclubs… which was a lot, especially during his active duty days, and definitely after his divorce. She nodded, “Not so much in Texas because at first it didn’t really occur to me and then after that I didn’t really see the point. I mean, I never thought I would make it into college and a legit career. But another girl who was passing through, and who I kind of tagged along with to North Dakota had a whole system and put on tons of makeup, and wigs so that she looked different every night.”

“Why did you leave?” Brandon just sat with his forearms crossed on the table, and Karolyn shifted in the sheet. She sighed, “It was several things. Mostly all the girls I was friends with were starting to move on and get bigger gigs elsewhere or run away with guys, so I was kind of left with the older ladies who had been there forever and didn’t like me. Plus they started to sabotage my dances, so it got to the point where I knew I needed to make a change or I was going to start losing a lot of money.” Brandon was genuinely insulted for her, “Oh no, what were they doing?”

Their plates long cleaned, Karolyn began to pick hers up and reached for Brandon’s to help out. “Oh no, let me,” and he pulled the plates away. All this attention made her feel both desirable and self conscious. “Are you sure I can’t help?” she stood up and tripped as her foot caught in the sheet. Her cover fell off sliding down her back as Brandon stood there with the empty plates in his hands.

She froze, wondering if she should cover her naked body. Last night she had felt much more in control since he had been so drunk and apologetic, but now with him completely sober and doting on her she was nervous.

Brandon’s eyes darkened as he looked her up and down. Gone was the domestic feeling of playing house and Karolyn felt the color rising in skin.

He didn’t look all soft and warm and wonderful anymore, and she thought she could almost feel the heat of his body literally rising from across the room. He looked stronger, more formidable.

More dominant.

Karolyn watched as he set the plates on the counter in a very controlled manner, not knowing whether to be afraid or aroused. Her thoughts seemed to be suspended animation as she watched him not walk but stalk up to her. He reached out and pulled her hand up to his mouth, pressing the back against his lips and closed his eyes while sucking in air through his nose as if to get high off her scent. The simple act sent shivers down her spine as the sound of his breath combined with the sensation of rushing air on her skin rattled her.

It rattled her so much her cunt immediately puffed out and moistened.

He looked up, eyes locking onto hers as he lowered her hand, though he didn’t let go. He reached up with his other hand and combed his fingers through her hair to hold the back of her neck with a firm, gentle grip. “Why are you shivering?” His voice was deep and low with a softness that contradicted his body language.

Of course she only noticed that she had been trembling right then, and when she tried to answer him, all she could muster was a tiny “um…” as her heartbeat started to pound in her ears. He let go of her hand and reached down to cup her mound, a finger pushing its way into her puckered slit, surprising her as she sucked in a breath, her eyes unfocused to the point she closed them and let her head go back into his hand. The fear was evaporating out of her as a raw arousal took its place, seemingly being breathed into her as she felt the tip of Brandon’s nose blow heat onto her neck, tracing down to her collar bones. She gasped as she felt the gentlest little squeeze on her pussy. “Fuck, are you wet for me Karolyn?” he panted, the tone of his voice betraying a hint of arousal behind a calm, lovingly firm demeanor.

“Yes…” She heard the word practically slither out of her mouth and as she started to pant, his hand made little pulse squeezes on her cunt. Maddeningly gentle, erratic squeezes. Each one sent little pulsing shocks up her body, turning off conscious thought and awakening some deep, visceral, primal emotions that let themselves out of her opened mouth, panting. “Mmmmmm, you’re exquisite…” he whispered. Taking the hand off her head, he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently commanded, “hold onto my shoulders, baby…” she complied, running her fingers through his hair as she brought her arms up. Slowly he began to walk her backwards, taking her weight into his arms with a very different level of strength from what she had felt the previous night. She seemed to float off the floor and felt him take strides across the room, his bare feet pushing the floor away as it creaked, kicking the kitchen door open. They passed the sofa as she held him tighter, moving her head to one side so he could see the doorway to the bedroom.

I should be afraid. I should be close to screaming, she thought. After everything she had gone through and everything she still had to tell him the last thing she should want to do is be intimate with a man. All men one day let women down in the most horrible ways.

But why wasn’t she?

He began to gently lay her down on the bed, continuing to do the little squeezes on her cunt. Kneeling down over her he planted feather light kisses all over her face. Exquisite little kisses that tickled and teased her to the point she ran her fingers back through his hair and pulled his head down to her neck. The moan that escaped him was more a mix between a growl and a sigh that seemed to tickle right down to her cunt so much that she arched her back, pressing her body up into him. “Oh, Karolyn…” He just moaned her name, as if it was the most precious word he knew. Her last conscious thoughts falling away, tiny whimpers began to lace her breath. “That’s it baby… you like that don’t you?...” he smiled into her neck as his voice tinged with excitement.

“Uh-huh…” her voice came out soft and high. He had been just pulse squeezing her mound with occasional sweeps between her lips with his finger. “Oh, I know… you’re so wet...” he drawled lovingly. “Do you want to cum?” He quickened his pace, squeezing her lips together and teasing her clit with his fingers. She couldn’t speak, it felt so good. Her muscles jolted randomly as she was overwhelmed with growing orgasmic shocks coming through her clit. “Do you, baby?” He teased, chuckling when she tried to speak and he would do an extra sweep with his fingers so that she’d gasp instead. Then he made a frown, “Do you want me to stop?” and pulled his hand away.

Hell no! She attempted to sit up and pull his hand back to her cunt but he caught her across the chest and rolled on top, pinning her to the bed, spreading her legs with his knees. “Say please…” He laughed as she struggled, his cock bulging just under the sweatpants. Her thoughts fried, the most she could muster was a “ple...ple,” sound between gasps. Brandon smiled down at her, wide mouthed, gasping and writhing underneath him, pulling him down to kiss. But he resisted and held his head up.

Without thinking, but just following a natural impulse Karolyn finally whispered, “Please..sir…”.

Brandon’s eyes widened. His mouth opened as he sucked in breath. Karolyn was frozen in a state of wanting as he leaned in and kissed her, slowly at first but quickly turning primal. “Of course, baby…” and he took his hand away. As she whimpered he put his fingers on her lips, saying, “shh, baby taste it for me.” She opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around his fingers. Her salty musk and his scent mingling in her mouth gave a pleasurable experience, but what she really loved was how his eyes closed as he seemed practically cum right there just feeling her lips on his hand. “Mmmm, I love how plump they are, so juicy…” he breathed, sliding his fingers out and down her bottom lip.

He maneuvered onto his hands and started planting little kisses all over her breasts, taking time to suckle each nipple. Traveling down her belly, he then used his tongue to flick the inside of her navel, make her her squirm and giggle. Then he traveled further down and began to lick the outside of her mound. She kept it completely bare and the friction his tongue created on the smooth skin made her moan again, “Oh, please sir…” and then all at once she convulsed as he planted his mouth on her lips and slid his tongue in, flicking and caressing her clit. “OH!” her back arched up as she gasped, hands snapping onto his head. Brandon put one hand on her belly to hold her down while he hooked the other underneath her thigh to pull her closer. Inside Karolyn was building, the pressure was mounting, muscles tensing.

As he increased his speed the nerves throughout her body began to fire and a cool electric wave washed through her, permeating her very bones. From her toes all the way to her lips and the very hairs on her head the orgasm flooded through her like a tsunami, and it seemed almost a minute before its volume subsided and her eyes, jaw and skin all relaxed. Her hands fell away as she all but passed out, and was mildly aware of Brandon’s head resting itself on her thigh.

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