Chapter Five: Kevin
I honestly had no idea it had been her that night, but every time my dick twitched inside of that tight pussy I’d buried into, I imagined it was her. For reasons even I didn’t understand, a part of myself had always stayed dedicated to her, and for the first time since college this was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen her. She knew she couldn’t articulate what she wanted clearly enough, and she was torn down enough to admit that.
I raked my tongue along her lips and she willingly parted them for me, and I knew I was done for the moment I tasted the sweetness of her kiss.
“Did you hear me last night?” she breathed.
“What?” I murmured.
“When I was at your door last night, did you hear me?”
I pulled back and looked deep into her eyes, and they were searching mine desperately for an answer. The truth was, I had heard her. I’d heard every single word.
But I wanted to see if she would repeat them. If she would go out on that ledge one last time-- against everything she was ever taught-- just to make sure I’d heard it.
“Parts of it, but not all of it,” I breathed.
“I knew it was you, Kevin. The moment you stepped out with that cane and that red suit and that mask… I knew it was you. No matter what you ever dress as, I’ll always know when it’s you and-”
I looked deeply into her moonlit eyes and begged her to finish that statement.
“-and I didn’t regret it, Kev,” she breathed. “I could-... never regret something like that with you.”
“Jesus, Tee.”
I crashed my lips back onto hers and picked her up into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me and I led us back into the gazebo, and when I sat her down I knew exactly where I wanted to be. I peppered kisses down her neck and drew the skin of her tits between my lips. I wanted to mark every single spot that made her jump just so I could retrace it with my lips, and I held her hips to the seat while I pushed the flimsy fabric of her shirt up so I could trail my tongue down her stomach.
“You taste incredible,” I whispered into her skin.
I felt her wind her hands into my hair and all at once I felt at home. It was familiar and memory-inducing, and suddenly we were two lovesick, crazy college kids making out in the broom closet of the business administration building.
I got to her bikini bottom and pulled the fabric off to the side. Her pussy glistened just like I remembered it, and when she hooked her legs around my shoulders I knew I was going to devour every droplet of her until she was begging me to stop. I picked up a finger and ran it up her wet slit before I slowly pressed it deep inside of her, and when my command finally fell from her lips I knew I couldn’t resist her any longer.
“Please, Kev. I’ll do anything.”
I licked my tongue up her sweet pussy, gathering every drop of her on my tongue before I swallowed deep. The night of the masquerade party was hard and rough, with no frills and no trills that aided the process. But, not this time.
Not this time, and not with this woman.
I found her swollen clit and the groan that dropped from her lips was nothing short of pornographic. She rolled her body into my face and I flicked and sucked her nub until I felt it throbbing between my lips, and when her hands began to pull my face closer to her she locked her ankles behind my head.
“Yes. Kevin. Just like that. Oh, god, please don’t stop. Please. Please. Please.”
I’d always loved her sounds in college, but hearing them now that she was a grown woman made the tip of my cock leak into my bathing suit. I moaned into her and flattened my tongue on top of her pussy, and when she began to shake and convulse, I crooked my finger and flicked her clit as fast as I could.
Her body bobbed and weaved and she tried to push me away, but I wasn’t having any of it. I pushed forward and bent her legs into her body, exposing her to the whole of the ocean while the moonlight shone on her glistening juices dripping down her ass crack. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t thrust, and when I pressed my tongue against her clit again she shook in silent awe as her toes curled up to the heavens.
“Oh, god,” she choked out. “Ple-... Kev-... Jus-...”
I slowly slipped my finger from inside of her and watched her essence gush out, and when I slowly sat her feet down onto the floor of the gazebo she was sweating and panting in the moonlight. The waves were crashing behind us and the wind was picking up, and I could tell the party was beginning to die down because the roar of the music in the background wasn’t as loud as it used to be.
I watched Tina sit up and slowly catch her breath, and when she finally opened her eyes a lazy smile crossed her cheeks.
“Holy fuck, Kev,” she giggled.
I sat down on the bench beside her with my rock hard cock pressing against my bathing suit, and when her eyes flickered down to the I watched her eyes darken.
“Tina, you don’t-”
I watched her drop to her knees and scoot in between my legs, and her hands came up to undo the strings of my bathing suit shorts before my cock flopped out against my stomach. Her hand wrapping around it felt so good, but she wasted no time in putting my thick meat between her plump lips. I groaned and lobbed my head back, and when her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick I felt myself leak a little bit onto her tongue.
Her hand pumped the base of my cock while her mouth sucked on its tip, and I felt my head lob back in the gazebo while my hips slowly began to roll into her mouth. My hand migrated to her hair and wrapped itself tight within the tendrils I’d come to memorize during my time in college, and when she groaned around my cock something inside of me simply snapped.
I thrusted my hips into her mouth and touched my cock to the back of her throat, and her hands began to play with my heavy balls while she flickered her gaze up to mine. Her throat closed around the head of my dick and her fingertips dug into the meat of my thighs, and the warmth and tightness of her mouth sent me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Tee. Jesus fuck-... yes.”
I felt myself spill down her throat and I could feel her swallowing everything I had to offer down, and when my hips finally fell back onto the seat of the gazebo, I felt Tina’s lips fly up to mine. I could taste myself on her lips and I knew she could taste herself on mine, and all of a sudden the wanton lust faded into an embarrassed sort of shyness.
Tina sighed and laid her head onto my chest, and even though I still hadn’t opened my eyes I wrapped my arms around her body and held her close. A part of me wanted to sleep exactly like this: underneath the moonlight with the sand and the ocean waves rocketing up along the shoreline of this island. I wanted to pull her into my lap and feel her curl into me like she used to, but I settled for her wrapping her arms around the small of my back and nuzzling into my stomach.
“I could never regret anything with you,” I croaked out.
“Good. That’s good,” she whispered.
“But, it does raise a very particular question,” I began.
“I know,” she sighed.
“Does the island rule apply here, or no?” I asked.
The general rule was what happened here stayed here, but I knew I’d take these memories of being with Tina back with me. I knew that every time I wrapped my hand around my growing cock to quickly wank off one in the shower that I wouldn’t be thinking of any encounters but the ones we’ve had on this island.
I needed her to understand that this wasn’t just play for me, that a part of me had always been dedicated to her and always will be.
“I honestly don’t know,” she answered honestly.
“You’ve had a lot of that going around lately,” I smirked.
“Dick,” she murmured. She pulled away and sat down on the floor of the gazebo, and I could see tears cresting her eyes as the moonlight shone along the profile of her body. I slid down beside her and wrapped her in my arms, and when I pulled her against me I was shocked when she didn’t fight.
“I’m just saying that you always have a reason for everything. A reason or a logical explanation for how you feel and what you do. You’ve had a few more ‘I don’t know’ moments than usual, and while that tells me that you’re evolving as a person outside of how you were raised, I’m also a little worried.”
“Why would you be worried?” she asked.
“Because something always prompts a massive change in personality like that, and I’m worried that you’re not okay.”
Then, all at once, Tina did something I’ve never witnessed her do in all the years I’ve known her.
She began to sob into my chest.
And my heart fluttered with an aching worry while I held her underneath the moonlit sky and felt her soak my tacky hawaiian shirt with sobs.