“Of course. Will you take your shirt off?”
She giggled. “All boys love tits, don’t you?” She sat up and pulled her top and unhooked bra off in one motion as I pulled my own shirt off. Her breasts were small-medium sized and perky, with pale pink areolas that were barely visible. I thought they were the perfect size for her petite frame.
She lay back down and rolled onto her back, and I reached back down between her legs, finding her wetter than ever as I slid two fingers inside her. She was impossibly soft inside, all delicate folds, with a small rough patch on the top of her walls that I found quickly and pressed, experimenting with different pressures as I watched her reactions. Finally I hit upon something she seemed to like, and I leaned over, taking her left nipple into my mouth as she started to rub her clit with her right hand.
We lay like that for quite some time. My hand started getting tired after a bit, but I was determined not to complain or let up. She was rubbing her clit with a lot of pressure and speed, desperately trying to coax an orgasm out of her tight, pent-up body. I just let her go, perfectly content to suckle on her breast and finger her as long as she needed. After several minutes, her moans picked up a little and I felt her body tensing.
“Kiss me?” she asked breathlessly.
I moved up and kissed her again as she moaned into my mouth, her breathing shallow, on the verge of out of control.
Finally, a ragged whisper escaped her. “Ich komme!”
I felt the pulses inside her as she exploded, climaxing with fury as I suddenly felt my hand flood with thin, warm liquid from deep within her. Her pussy squeezed and massaged my fingers as she clenched 6, 7, 8 times before finally relaxing. I withdrew my hand as she finished, pulling her close to me and holding her as she inhaled deeply.
“Mein Gott,” she finally whispered. “Did I just squirt?”
“I think so.”
She shook her head. “That doesn’t happen often, and never before with a partner. I didn’t think I’d get there.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Me too!” She smiled, a dazzling white smile, and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Scheisse. I needed that. Thanks for being patient with me. Do you need to cum again?”
I looked down at my cock, which was semi-erect. I had been so focused on her that I hadn’t noticed. “I think I’m okay if you are. But I’d like to do this again sometime before you go back to Boston.”
“God yes,” she answered, doing a quick full-body stretch. “I feel relaxed for the first time in forever. But don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“I promise, again.”
“Good. I want to cuddle a bit, but first let me go grab a towel.”
We did the best we could to clean up the mess she’d made before climbing under a blanket together, not talking, just holding each other, feeling each other breathe. She seemed very relaxed compared with before, not that I had a lot of baseline to compare it to.
After a good twenty minutes, I could tell Kirsten was getting sleepy and I didn’t want to leave her naked on her parents’ couch for the night, so we finally got up and dressed. I decided to leave my guitar and amp at her place — all the better to be invited back, right?
It was late, late enough that I doubted her parents would still be up by the time we made it back upstairs, but I was still grateful to find the house dark when I went to leave.
“I’ll text you,” she said at the door. “But I need another night like this before I go back. Maybe a bunch of nights like this.”
“For sure. And jam with your Dad sometime. It obviously means a lot to him.”
“I will,” she promised. “Bring your stepdad sometime and the four of us can play together. Then we’ll kick them out and fuck like rabbits.”
“Sounds amazing.”
I kissed her goodbye and headed to the car, driving home quickly on the deserted streets. My house was also dark and silent when I got there, and I quietly got ready for bed. As I climbed in, just as I was about to shut my phone off, it rang. It was Monique.
“You fucked Kirsten?!”
“Hello to you too. You know it’s 1:30 AM?”
“I knew you’d still be up.”
I sighed.
“Look. I know she told you not to tell anyone. But she told me, because girls talk, and she’s going to tell Sam tomorrow, because we’re her best friends. It won’t get back to Vanessa or Laura, I promise. You can trust us.”
I sighed again.
“Look, Peter, I just had a twenty-minute conversation with her that was mostly listening to her squealing and bragging about how fucking good in bed you are. I know you played new wave for like two hours and then rocked her world inside out. So you can rest assured that we can keep secrets, and I want to hear about it. You’re not breaking your promise to her when she’s told me first.”
“Fine.” I recapped the evening from my perspective as Monique eagerly took in the details. “I barely knew her before, but she’s such a cool chick,” I concluded. “She’s so talented. I’ve never played with anyone that good before. What a musician she is.”
“She’s an amazing person too. I’m so glad you like her.”
The phone was silent for a moment.
“So…” I felt a little like a heel. “Was she the one…”
“What, that had a crush on you? No. She didn’t even really know you before, and she was pretty deeply in love with Trevor in high school.”
“So there’s someone else?”
“Yep.” I could practically hear Monique’s Cheshire cat grin through the phone. “I never imagined you’d hook up with Kirsten, to be honest. But I’m so glad you did, for her sake. Remember what I told you about my friends needing to get laid properly by someone who knows how?”
“Sure.”
“Kirsten was top of that list. That girl needed to get laid in the worst way. She was under so much pressure and so uptight. That’s part of why we did karaoke last night. None of the rest of us play music, but we wanted her to let loose and have fun a little while she’s home. I was disappointed that even after that, it wasn’t quite like having the old Kirsten back. She still seemed so stressed.”
“I think she finally relaxed tonight.”
“Yeah, that’s what she said. Congratulations, Peter. I didn’t see this one coming, but I’m glad it happened.”
“Same. To both.”
“Take care of my girl these next few weeks. She’s not going to let you get away with only playing with her once. Or banging her once.”
As I shut my phone off, my brain was spinning. I hadn’t even been thinking of Monique’s promise earlier in the evening, but it was back at the forefront of my mind. I was looking forward so much to spending the next few weeks with Kirsten, but after that, she’d be gone, and Natalie Chen would be back. It was still late spring, crisp and cool out, but the summer ahead was already seeming more and more interesting…