Authors: Vi Keeland
“No George, I came to pick up my
girlfriend.” Kennedy smirked and continued to stare at me as he spoke, but George
still didn’t get it.
George turned to me and politely asked “Hope,
will you please ring Mr. Jenner’s girlfriend’s room?”
I smiled at George and turned my head to
Kennedy. “Sure. Mr. Jenner, anything I can do to assist you is my pleasure.”
Kennedy arched his eyebrow, a wicked smile.
“Anything?”
“You bet your ass Mr. Jenner.” I smiled
back.
I saw George’s head snap to my attention at
my response. But Kennedy had already grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him
planting his lips on mine. George was still standing in the same spot with
his mouth hanging open when I turned back to say goodnight.
When we reached the street, Kennedy turned
to me. “So, if I wasn’t here, what would you be doing tonight?”
“Well, I guess I’d go the gym for an hour,
then go home and watch a scary movie with a big bowl of popcorn and then try to
fall asleep but I’d be so afraid of every little noise I heard that it would
take me two hours.”
He looked at me to assess if I was serious
then “Ok, that sounds good to me. Let’s go grab a change of clothes. Will
your gym give me a guest pass?”
I nodded and smiled and off we went.
***
I dressed in my nicest gym clothes. I had
bought the outfit as part of “Operation New Hope” but never actually wore it.
The top was black and pink lycra and was really only half a top. The bottom
was solid black lycra and I knew that it showed off my curves.
I changed into my sexy gym outfit and pulled
my hair back into a pony tail. Kennedy was waiting for me outside of the locker
room. He was wearing a pair of black sweat shorts that hung low on his waste
and a t-shirt that was tight across his wide frame. The sleeves were snug on
his ample arms and I was pretty sure I was going to have him wear that outfit
when we were in private.
He stood there staring at me and I could see
his jaw working to control his temper. I stopped in front of him and he took
one step forward, into my personal space. “Do you wear that to the gym all the
time?”
I was secretly pleased with his jealousy.
“No, I have lots of different outfits.”
He put his hand on the small of my back
which was exposed and led me into the gym. “Let’s get this over with before I
get myself arrested.”
I went to the treadmill and Kennedy went to
the weights. I watched him workout and move from one piece of equipment to
another. He knew his way around the equipment and I could see that he had a
routine he worked. I pretended I didn’t notice most times, but I know he
turned to check on me in between each set of reps.
As I was finishing up my run and began
walking a cool down, I noticed one of the woman trainers I’d seen approach
him. She asked him if he was new to the gym as he exercised and he was polite
but far from engaging. He didn’t stop his exercise to participate in the
conversation. The woman was not deterred, she continued to stand next to him
and pretend to be interested in his exercise. But I could see from the way she
looked at him that she wasn’t interested in him as a client.
I could have walked over to him and saved
him, but I was enjoying watching him try to politely rebuff her. Instead, I
walked over to the water fountain in front of the equipment where Kennedy was exercising
and did an exaggerated bend down to the fountain while I took a very long drink
with my ass aimed right in his face.
I turned and saw him staring at me, a slight
smirk evident on his face. He shook his head at me and I raised an eyebrow in
response. The woman was still talking to him and didn’t even notice he wasn’t
paying attention. Time for the big guns. I walked over to one of the bulking
male trainers and asked about the times of the yoga classes for the night.
Before he could respond, Kennedy had left the woman in the middle of her
sentence and he grabbed hold of my elbow redirecting me toward the locker room.
I looked up at him with exaggerated big
surprised eyes. “Oh, did you finish your conversation with your new friend already
honey?”
Kennedy put his mouth next to my ear and
whispered as we walked. “Very cute, but now I’m horny and jealous and I’m not
so sure you will like the combination when we get home.” As we reached the
locker rooms, he smacked me on the ass hard. “Go change.”
Outside the gym, Kennedy grabbed my hand and
began walking so fast towards my apartment that I could barely keep up. “Are
we late for something or are you just trying to use the walk home as some last
minute exercise?” I wasn’t sure it was smart to poke a bear that was hungry
with a sarcasm stick, but I did it anyway.
He stopped abruptly and pulled me close to
him. “When we get home I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk
back to the gym to see that steroid freak for a week.”
His harsh words and jealousy were a complete
turn on. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I stopped and he tugged at
me to hurry up. I looked at him shyly, “Umm, maybe we should walk around the
block a few more times to properly cool down.”
One step toward me and then I was up and tossed
over his shoulder. He raced up the stairs. I laughed and hit his back with my
flailing arms, but it didn’t lessen his speed. He put me down just inside the
doorway and closed the door. He turned me to face the door. “Hands on the
door Hope.” I did as I was commanded.
I placed both hands of the door and turned
to look back at him. “Don’t turn around.” I felt his lips on the back of my
neck as he began his way down my shoulder and back. He bit down on the
sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. I gasped.
His hands pulled down my jeans and panties
in one swift motion. “I’m going to finger fuck you, but your punishment is
that you are not allowed to move. Every time you move, your ass gets another
smack. Do you understand me, Hope?”
I nodded, unable to speak. I was so completely
turned on, I thought I might come before he even entered me. “Bend over for me
Hope, keep your hands on the door and don’t let go.”
I did as I was told. His long fingers
circled my clit and I was unaware that I had even began to move to the rhythm
he created until I felt the sting on my ass as his hand collided with my right
cheek. I froze and then he continued. He put two strong fingers on my clit
and added pressure to his circles. I moaned but stood perfectly still as he
continued with his slow rhythmic torture. When I was on the edge, he slid two
fingers inside me and pumped twice forcefully. Again, my body reacted to his
touch and I wasn’t even aware that I was moving until I felt the sting of his
hand on my ass.
The pain coupled with his now pumping
fingers inside me was almost too much to bare. I needed more. I purposefully
circled my hips as I reached the edge and then his firm smack sent me over the
edge. I moaned his name as I came hard.
“Jesus, Hope. You are so fucking sexy, I
almost came watching you come.” I heard his zipper go down and then he was
inside me. He gripped my waist hard and he filled me with one hard stroke
until I felt his balls slam against my clit. He pulled out and then another
hard full stroke slamming inside me. I came again hard and pushed back and
forth on him forcing him into and out of me as I screamed in ecstasy. I had
never orgasmed that hard or that long in my life.
My orgasm sent Kennedy into overdrive. He
pumped into me hard and fast gripping my hips and pinning me into place. With
one last deep thrust he emptied himself inside of me with a guttural moan and I
felt him shiver.
We both dropped to the floor and he held
me, our labored breathing slowing together. “Jesus Hope, you have no idea what
you do to me.”
I smiled through my post orgasmic haze.
“Well, I know what you just did to me and it was incredible.”
***
Saturday morning we sat in bed reading the
paper together and drinking coffee. It felt so simple and so right to start
our day together. Kennedy asked if I could come to Chicago the following
weekend to attend a charity event that his family supported. I asked about the
charity and he told me that the charity provided funding for counseling for the
siblings and parents of child crime victims. He explained that there are a lot
of charities to help the victims, but few that helped get the families of
victims counseling to learn to deal with their grief and the victim’s grief. I
smiled and said it sounded like a very thoughtful and worthwhile cause and that
I would love to attend with him.
Charles picked us up for our afternoon of
shopping and Kennedy wouldn’t tell me what we were shopping for. Our first
stop was to a police supply store. I was confused but played along. Inside,
he spoke with the sales clerk while I walked around and looked at some of the
uniforms. When the clerk disappeared into the back, I approached Kennedy.
“Handcuffs?” I smirked and looked up at him.
“Nope.” His face amused at my guess.
“Police uniform and burglar costume?”
“Nope, but that’s not a bad idea…you see any
sexy police woman skirts and tight shirts?”
I smiled and shook my head.
The sales clerk came back to where we were
standing. “Do you know how to use it properly?”
“No, she needs a lesson.” Kennedy motioned
to me.
The sales clerk proceeded to give me a robust
lesson on the do’s and don’ts of using mace. When she was done and Kennedy
had paid for three small cans of mace and a nice pink leather carrier, we
exited the store. Outside, I stopped him and looked up with a serious face.
“Thank you, it means a lot to me that you want to make sure I am safe.”
“Beautiful, I’m not letting anything happen
to you ever.”
***
The next stop on our shopping trip was to the
sporting goods store. Inside Kennedy picked out and purchased me five new gym
outfits. They were pretty, but the tops covered my full front and some of my
ass. I didn’t fight him on the new outfits because he told me he either bought
me new exercise clothes or he bought my gym and turned it into a woman only
gym. I laughed at his threat, but I wasn’t quite positive he wouldn’t go
through with it if I hadn’t accepted the clothes.
***
I’d started to dread waking up on Sunday
mornings, knowing that we would only have a few hours left before he would be
gone again. We had a great few days and I didn’t want it to end. I was
starting to realize that I never wanted it to end. I stood quietly with my
coffee thinking while I stared out the window.
“What are you thinking about.” His voice
startled me, I thought he was sleeping.
“Ummm.” Crap, think of something fast Hope,
you can’t tell him that you are falling madly in love with him and want to make
little Kennedy dimpled babies…”
He interrupted my thoughts. “Remember our deal
Hope.”
Damn it, I knew if I tried to lie now, my
face would betray me. “I was thinking I hate when you leave.” There, that
didn’t sound as scary.
Deafening silence for a moment, then he came
to stand behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and looked out the
window with me for a moment. “I’ve wanted nothing but to be with you since the
moment I saw you.” He turned me around to face him. Slowly he ran the tips of
his fingers down my cheek, stopping to push an escaped lock of hair behind my
ear. He kissed me gently. “I haven’t had a girlfriend since I was 15 Hope.”
His words confused me. I had met his last
girlfriend in person and Shauna had told me she read a lot about him being a
playboy. He saw the confusion on my face. “I guess you could say I dated. I
definitely had a lot of sex and went nice places with women. But they were
more arrangements; there was never any emotional attachment. “
I searched his beautiful pale eyes and saw
truth. Then I threw myself at him. I couldn’t help myself and I really didn’t
want to try. I jumped up and wrapped my arms and legs around him and squeezed
as tight as I could. I never wanted to let go of this man. He laughed and
hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. I pulled my face back to kiss
his face. I smiled and looked into his eyes. “That was everything I needed to
hear.” I crinkled my nose. “Minus the “a lot of sex” part.”
We both laughed hard and we wound up
spending the rest of the morning in bed. I still hated when he had to leave,
but the memory of the day left me better prepared for the week without him.
Shauna and I went out for dinner on Tuesday
night to our favorite Mexican restaurant and I filled her in on my weekend.
She told me about a new player that joined her team in a trade, and how she was
hoping to make a trade of her own with him soon.
“So are you going to invite Mr. Wonderful to
piss-ant Oregon to meet Mr. Hotty and his nasty ass bride?” Shauna had named
my dad Mr. Hotty ten years ago when we got drunk for the first time down at the
lake and she grossly admitted to me that she thought my FATHER was cute. As
for his bride, nasty ass was one of the tamer names she had for the woman.