Chapter Seven: Kevin
We didn’t make it far into the movie before both of us had fallen asleep on the couch, but when we both woke up we were starving. The sun was slowly setting on the island and no one was back yet, so I started pulling out things to cook with: some noodles, some chicken, some things to make a cream sauce, and I got to work.
“Whatcha doin’?” Tina croaked.
“Cooking up some chicken alfredo for dinner.”
“Sounds yummy. I smell wine.”
“Here ya go,” I chuckled. I slid her a glass of the white wine I opened to cook with, and she grabbed the bottle and poured me a glass.
“If you’re making the recipe I think you are,” she began, “you only need a half a cup of that wine.”
“The rest is ours, then?” I smirked.
“Duh!”
We sipped our wine and I could feel her eyes on me, and suddenly I realized why I’d chosen this wine to cook with. It was cheap, which meant it was dry, but that also meant it was strong.
Very strong.
“Jesus, where’d you find this wine?” Tina breathed.
“In the cabinet,” I snickered.
“It’s shit,” she blurted out.
“But it’ll cook good.”
The sauce set itself on fire and I had to put it on the back burner in order to finish simmering. I started chopping up the chicken and I heard Tina giggling to herself in the background, and that’s when I knew she probably wouldn’t make it until dinner. I already heard another bottle of wine being popped open, and just after I’d thrown the chicken into the pot she stuck another full glass of wine in my face.
“Last one down’s stuck cooking dessert,” she smirked.
“You’re on.”
We chugged our wine glasses down and I got distracted with the wine dribbling down her chin. She’d opened a full-bodied red and I could smell the muskiness of the wood base even before she shoved it under my nose. It contrasted her milky skin perfectly, and keeping my eyes on her meant I had stopped drinking. She smiled and lapped her tongue over her lips for the last drop, but I couldn’t help but reach out and swipe the rest of the trail away with the pad of my thumb.
“I win,” she breathed.
I set my wine glass down and crashed my lips down onto hers, and before I knew it we were ripping each other’s clothes off. Her robe was discarded and my pants were down to my ankles, and her pert ass was sticking up at me as I bent her over the kitchen island. My body was throbbing for her and her pussy was glistening for me. I bent down and licked a thick stripe all the way up to her asshole before I pushed her forward, and my tongue found her swollen clit and I went to town. I sucked and licked, drinking down her juices while she was pressed against the marble of the kitchen island counter, and when my craving for her taste was satisfied I stood up and shoved my dick right up to her entrance.
“I need you, Kevin,” Tina breathed.
I slowly pushed into her and the way her body shook was fascinating. Her womanly curves and the little bit of cellulite on the backs of her legs as they dangled in midair were intoxicating, and when I was balls deep into her depths I slowly began to thrust. I coated my dick with her essence while she gripped the edge of the counter, and when I picked up her legs and wrapped them around my waist.
“You feel so good,” I croaked. “Jesus, TIna.”
“Faster. God, Kev. Faster, please.”
I’d never been able to deny her when she begged, and soon my languid thrusts turned into rumbling pounds. Her body shook and our skin slapped against one another, and I could feel her essence splattering all along my hips. It dripped down my balls and found its way to the kitchen floor, and when her walls began to flutter around my cock I knew she was approaching her end.
“Cum for me, beautiful. Do it,” I growled.
I buried myself one more time into her body and she finally fell over her precipice. Her body grew taut and her walls sucked me deeper into her, and that greedy pussy of hers milked me for everything I was worth as I spilled into her body. It felt so good, being so close to her, so when her legs fell away from my body I leaned into her and laid small, warm kisses all the way up her spine.
And then, I smelled something burning.
“Shit,” I murmured. I pulled out of her and stuffed myself back into my pants, and when I turned around I saw the chicken turning black in the cooking pot. Tina giggled in the background while she cleaned herself up, and I ripped the chicken off the heat to see if I could salvage it.
“Well, hope you like noodle and sauce,” I breathed.
“Long as there’s wine,” Tina slurred.
“I think you’ve had enough wine,” I chuckled.
“Never! Not on the island! Anything goes on the island!” she exclaimed.
I cooked the noodles and spooned them into bowls for us, and when I had drizzled all the sauce on top I brought the two bowls over to where Tina had parked back on the couch. I had steamed some broccoli really quickly to replace the chicken we would’ve had, and when it was done I brought it over to us and dumped it into our sauced noodles.
“Smells fantastic,” Tina smiled.
“Anything’s fantastic when you’re tipsy.”
“This is very true.”
We sat there on the couch and ate our food, reveling in how wonderful the salt felt in our alcohol-soaked bodies. We intertwined ourselves on the couch while the television droned on in the background, and every once in awhile Tina would raise a bite to my mouth.
“What the hell happened to us, Tina?” I asked.
She quickly sat up from her comfortable position and placed her bowl down onto the coffee table, and I knew then and there that I’d messed up. I’d started a line of conversation she didn’t want to have, and I was concerned that she’d just stomp off to her room and that would be it.
That would be the end of the night.
“Why do you always have to ruin things, Kevin?” she breathed.
“It’s a logical question. I mean, look at us. It’s natural, right? You can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed today.”
“Of course I enjoyed today! But, I would’ve enjoyed the same say just as much had it been with Brady or Brit or Spencer!”
“So you would’ve enjoyed that little quickie just as much with Spencer as you did with me?”
“Kev-”
“No no no. I’m serious. I know you are drawn to me the way I’m drawn to you, and I would like to know what happened in college. Why the hell did you walk away from this?”
I watched her slowly shut down in front of me when she rolled her eyes. That’s what she did: if she felt cornered or bombarded and she didn't have a logical arguing point at hand, she rolled her eyes and fixated on a point until she could formulate one.
But I wasn’t going to let her do that this time.
“Tina, look at me,” I urged.
And still, she kept her eyes hooked on the wall.
“Tina,” I commanded. “What happened to us in college?”
“Nothing happened. We just fizzled. Things fizzle, and you have to accept that,” she said lightly.
“It doesn’t seem to be fizzling right now. If anything, it’s heating up.”
I grasped her hand and she didn’t try to rip it from me, and that’s when I knew she understood my point. I held her hand while she fixated, and we probably sat there like that for 10 minutes before she panned her gaze over towards mine. Her eyes were cold and empty, and they reminded me of her mother’s the first time I had ever met her. Her mother’s eyes had always been cold and unwavering. Her mother’s smiles never quite reached her eyes, her laugh never quite came from her abdomen, and her movements always seemed a bit too planned.
“I’m not trying to scare you, Tee, I simply want-”
“Would you like to watch a movie?” she breathed. I watched her back straighten and she pulled her hand from my grasp, and that’s when I knew I had lost the command of the conversation. Nothing I could say would pull her back into it, and I cursed myself silently for getting ahead of the questions I wanted answers to.
“I think we’ve watched enough movies for today,” I said lowly.
“Well, then I suppose it’s time for bed.”
“You haven’t finished dinner. And there’s still dessert. Are you sure you’re full?”
“I just… don’t really have an appetite any longer.”
“Tee, don’t-”
“It’s Tina,” she corrected, “and I think it’s just the wine.”
I watched her stand and wipe at her perspiring forehead before she clumsily stepped over me. I jumped up and caught her before she fell to the floor, and for a split second I caught her gaze. She was frightened and hesitant, a far cry from the anger I thought she was feeling, and for a split second I considered asking her another question.
But, I simply helped her to her feet before she turned and headed for the stairs.
“Night, Tina,” I called out.
She stopped at the stairs and cocked her head towards me, and I waited to see if she would say anything. All she had to do was say it. All she had to do was tell me why she left, or why she was doing this, or why she was leaving, or any explanation for any of the questions that were flying through my mind a million miles a second. But all she did was turn back towards the stairs, and I watched her until she disappeared behind the wall.
And again, I was alone.