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   Kayla's Deal

   by oyster50

   CopyrightÂ(C) 2014 by oyster50

   ------ Description: Kayla got tired of being single.  She has an idea of
how to get some of the things she wants without having to jump through the
hoops of 'normal' social interactions.  She calls somebody she's known for
a long time and proposes a deal.
Codes: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Petting, Cream Pie, BBW

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   My cellphone rang.  Generic ring this time.  I have specific ringtones
for most people I know.  This wasn't one of them.

   "This is Sam.  Can I help you?"

   The voice that answered was immediately recognizable, but wasn't one I'd
heard recently.  "Maybe you can."

   Kayla.  Niece of ex-wife.  A blue-eyed brunette carrying fifty pounds
more than those 'ideal weight' charts, a sharp mind and a sharper tongue,
because she'd spent her life fending off those 'fat girl' comments.  She
was a college graduate, working in the medical field, on her own, and from
every report I'd heard, which were few and far between, she was doing quite
well.

   "How'd you get my number?"

   "Your ex.  My aunt.  Everybody has it.  All I did was ask."

   "Oooo-kay then.  What's up?"

   "I have to ask you something."

   "Okay.  I don't have to answer, but you can still ask."

   She sighed as if she was trying to fortify herself, then took a breath.
"How safe are you?"

   "Safe?  As in what?  Nobody's trying to kill me, at least not since your
aunt remarried."

   "Safe.  As in are you screwing lots of women, live-in girlfriend,
somebody who has a claim on you.  That kind of safe."

   I was thinking 'strange question'.  Well, she's not standing here in
front of me, so answering won't cost me anything.  "Safe.  NO girlfriends.
NO 'screwing', as you so delicately put it.  Nobody has a claim on me. 
Why?"

   "Me neither.  I have a proposal."

   "I'm listening." And wondering what the hell she was up to.

   "You don't, like, find me totally disgusting, do you?"

   "Uh, not totally.  Why?"

   "Well, I mean that last time you came over for the kids at our family
Christmas party, you grabbed my ass."

   I did.  There's this switch in my head that flips when I see a young,
rounded ass in jeans.  That fifty pounds I mentioned before?  Part of it
was bent on turning out a fine, rounded ass.  Everybody was in a good mood.
I'd had a couple of glasses of wine.  So had Kayla.  She's squeezed by me,
headed somewhere and my hand, acting almost on its own, just reached over
and did a quick trace of a curvy cheek, then squeezed.

   She wheeled around.  As she turned, I thought I was getting ready to get
slapped, but instead the blue eyes were twinkling and her hand grabbed the
front of my trousers and squeezed down on a semi-erection.  She stuck her
tongue out through a smile and returned to her original path.

   "I seem to remember that.  I seem to remember a retaliation, too," I
reminded her.

   "Yeah.  Exactly.  Look, Sam.  You know me.  I don't get drunk or do
drugs.  I'm responsible.  Right?"

   "So I've heard.  A little crazy."

   "You may bump that 'crazy' number up some.  I'm proposing a
partnership."

   "A partnership.  As in work?"

   "Definitely not work.  How about companionship?"

   "Huh?"

   "Me.  You.  A nice, neat, sane companionship thing."

   "A companionship thing?  What does that entail?"

   "Occasional dinner and a movie.  Lots of overnight stays."

   "Okay.  You're recording this and you want to see how much you can get
to embarrass the shit out of me."

   "Actually, no I'm NOT recording, and I'm parked on the side of the
street looking at your house right now."

   "And if I say 'no'?"

   "Then I drive off.  Sad.  But I drive off.  But I hope you'll say yes."

   "Why me?  I would imagine you could get any of a few dozen guys your age
to buy into this."

   "And I'd have to put up with the 'big pickup truck' shitkickers or the
'backwards cap' gamers or the 'latest fad' hipsters.  I know you.  You
might have been boring to my aunt, but I kinda think you're safe."

   I had a thousand thoughts spinning in a vortex in my head, but one of
them made its way to the speech center of my mind and I said, "Come on in.
Let's talk."

   Three minutes and she knocked on the door.  I let her in.

   "I was gonna throw my arms around your neck and kiss you," she said,
"but you said 'Let's talk.'.  That's not the same as 'yes'."

   She was still wearing a set of teal blue hospital scrubs.  That plain
monochrome cotton let her body tell its own tale.  I'm looking.  Damned
right I'm looking, and I'm thinking of a Rubens painting.  And thinking
that Rubens guy has a good idea.  The brown hair was short, sensible, low
maintenance, clean, shiny.  And the eyes were still blue like an autumn
sky, and they looked a little apprehensive.

   "Kay," I said, "I'm not into gratuitous sex."

   "This is NOT gratuitous.  This is me and you, in a mutually understood
relationship."

   "Open ended.  As in not 'til death us do part'.  That's sort of what got
me married to your aunt.  She wanted a few rolls in the hay.  I wanted ...
talked her into it.  Thought she could make the change.  Apparently the
change didn't include me."

   She looked sad.  "I know the story.  I know it really well.  Details. 
Mom and your ex talk a lot.  I overhead some of those conversations."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," she said.  She deepened her voice to imitate the ex.  "He wants
to spend the whole afternoon in bed, fooling around.  He doesn't think he
can go to sleep unless I let him get some.  He likes to get sucked.  It'll
be a cold day in Hell before I let him shoot off in my mouth.  He doesn't
wanna fuck unless he eats me first."

   "Gee.  Some of that sounds familiar," I admitted.  "I didn't realize I
was a dud in the sack until her."

   Those blue eyes fixed on me.  "I don't think it sounds like a dud to me.
After the Christmas party, I like to used up a set of batteries in my
vibrator.  You grabbed my butt and all I could think of was 'the whole
afternoon in bed.' I saw your eyes.  You didn't grab me by accident."

   "No, it wasn't an accident," I admitted.  "You're certainly attractive
to me."

   She twisted on the sofa, tucking one leg underneath her, leaning
forward. The move emphasized the bulge of her bosom.  Happily, she's not
one of those fat women with the KK cups.  Kay's ...  Oh, shit!  Now I'm
imagining what her tits look like.  And that imagination, well, good think
I'm sitting down.  I can move a leg and hide the change in my groin.

   Dammit!  She saw me move my leg.  She ...  the corners of her mouth
turned up just a tiny bit.

   "Look, Sammy," she said.  She used 'Sammy' because she knew it
aggravated me.  "You.  Me.  I don't do anybody but you.  You don't do
anybody but me.  You can hang out at my place, or I can hang out at yours.
You own your stuff and I own my stuff.  Like friends..." Her eyes sparkled.
"With benefits."

   "I hate that term."

   "I know you do.  But I just explained the parameters within which we
operate.  Some people would say that this is..." And damned if the thing
didn't launch herself into my lap and kiss me.

   Okay, I may have some high moral intentions but hey!  I'm human.  MALE
human  -" the very WORST kind.  And I like kissing.  So I kissed back.  I'd
kissed Kayla before, the little kiss for a little girl from her uncle. 
Make no mistake  -" this wasn't one of those.  Nor was the next one.  And
the one after that.  And when it broke, all I could do was bury my face
into the junction between her neck and shoulder and breathe in deeply the
alluring whiff of perfume.

   "So, you LIKE kissing," she said.  "Not only that, you're GOOD at it."

   "Mmmmmmm so are you," I said.

   "Still need some time to think?" she asked as she repositioned herself
on my lap.

   "Think?  What's this 'think' of which you speak," I questioned.  She was
close enough.  Another kiss.  I remember how much I loved kissing.

   I also loved the feel of soft, very female flesh under that cotton
fabric.  I let my hands roam.  I touched her sides, feeling the softness
there.  No, I couldn't feel ribs.  Who wants to feel ribs, anyhow?  And I
received not the least negative indication when my hands ranged down her
back to that sumptuous ass.

   It's hard to complain when you're kissing.  We stopped.  I looked into
her face.  Kept my hands on her ass.  Kneaded.  Got a smile.  And more
kissing.  Stopped long enough for her to rearrange herself.  Instead of
sitting sideways in my lap, now she was straddling me.

   "That's pretty hard, isn't it," she said.  She sort of ground down,
pushing her soft pubic mound onto my erection.  You'd think that between
her clothes and my clothes, we'd be safe.  I was way past safe.

   "Do I need to ask the question again," she asked softly between kisses.

   "I'm being horrible distracted."

   "You're not the only one." Kiss.

   "How many nights a week?"

   "All of 'em.  If I have something else to do, I tell you.  If you have
something to do, you tell me.  Otherwise, you and me."

   "Overnights?"

   Another kiss.  "We'll have to see how well we can sleep together in the
same bed.  Is that okay with you?"

   "Very sensible."

   "Does that mean yes?" Her head was bowed.  Her yes turned up to see me.
Expectant.

   "Yes."

   Squeal!  Kiss.  Wiggle.

   I was about to come in my pants.

   "If you touch me I'm gonna go off like a Roman candle, Sam."

   "I know the feeling, Kay."

   "You like oral sex.  I know.  I heard your ex, remember?"

   "I do.  Do you?"

   She nodded vigorously.  "Our first time.  I'll do you and you do me?"

   "I need to do you first," I warned.  "The way that thing's acting, this
orgasm may be my last conscious moment on the planet."

   Giggle.  "I hope you don' t mind juice.  I get REALLY juicy.  Turned one
guy off."

   "I don't think there IS such a thing as too juicy, Kay.  Shall we find
out?"

   "Bedroom?"

   "Yes."

   She got up and I stood with her.  This time when we were standing in
front of one another, I needed a kiss.

   In the bedroom, she started to undress.  "No, let me do that," I told
her.

   She smiled.  I peeled the scrub top over her head, revealing pink, soft
skin.  She stepped forward, letting me put my arms around her to unfasten
her bra.  We kissed as I did that, then she stepped back and let me remove
it from her shoulders.  Her perky young tits hardly sagged when the bra
came away.  I saw pink areoles, crinkled with excitement, background to
hard pink nipples.

   I started to kneel to remove her pants, stopping on my way to suck her
right nipple into my mouth.  Her hands went to the sides of my head,
tugging me into her chest.

   "Oh, god, Sam!" she gasped, holding me in place for a bit, then urging
me to give the other nipple some attention.  My fingers went around the
front of her scrub trousers and tugged the drawstring.  I loosened the
waist and started it downward.  She saw that as a time to let my head go. I
knelt in front of her, burying my face in her soft belly.

   "I'm fat," she said.

   "Kayla, please don't ever say that to me again.  You're beautiful,
exciting, fascinating, erotic, desirable.  None of those has anything to do
with 'fat'.  I'm enjoying you right now.  Just.  Like.  You.  Are."

   "I'm sorry, Sam.  I love ...  what you're doing to me.  I don't want to
disappoint."

   "No way.  Not ever." I moved from her belly downward, kissing my way
through a spattering of soft brown hair.  The beginning of her opening. 
Glistening.  I extended my tongue to gather some of that moisture.

   She moaned, then, "Let me get you out of those clothes before you kill
me and have to expend yourself on my warm corpse..."

   I stood.  "Now that's a happy image," I laughed.  "You always this
romantic?"

   "I'm about to find that I have new standards ...  God, Sam!  I'm about
to explode!" she was breathless as she unbuttoned my shirt and shucked it
off my shoulders.

   Having just experienced my ideas of how to undress a mate, she applied
the example.  I love having my nipples stimulated.  Kay's mouth provided
suction.  Her tongue worked them over, first one, then the other, as her
fingers worked my belt buckle open.  She was kneeling in front of me, gave
me a quick tonguing kiss on my navel, then tugged my pants down, leaving my
erection tenting out the front of my drawers.

   "Something's VERY happy to see me," she said, grinning, as I stepped out
of the trousers at my ankles.  Her fingers extended the elastic waist of my
drawers and pulled them down, freeing my dick.  It sprung out, quivering
like a tuning fork.

   She looked up at me.  "Just a taste, for now," she said.  Her head
bobbed forward.

   If she'd have done that for twenty-five seconds she'd be swallowing my
sperm.  She didn't.

   "Naked.  In bed.  Me and you," she demanded.

   I tossed the covers back and dove into bed backward, pulling Kayla in
with me.  Our legs twined together as we tried desperately to merge,
kissing.  The hugging and cuddling we'd done earlier, fully clothed, those
feelings?  They just got raised a couple of orders of magnitude.  My hand
found its way between us, dipping fingers into a sopping pussy.  When they
got there, our mouths were welded together, so I heard her moan inside my
head.

   The kiss broke and I started down her body.  Juicy?  Damned straight! 
And I was thirsty for it.  Second thoughts?  Not me.  Not her either.  Her
hands touched my head, then pushed me downward.  We wanted the same thing 
-" my mouth in the middle of that hot pussy.

   I got there.  Yes, juicy.  Juicy like I could lap it up and swallow, and
when I was lapping at her opening, my tongue flicked across it onto the
tiny hard head of her clit.  She bucked, squealing between clinched teeth.

   "Oh, god, yes ...  There!  Hard!"

   She gives orders.  I obey.  Get rewards.  Good deal!  She shook and
squealed though a good one.  I dutifully backed off a bit and let her ride,
kissing my way gently around this wonderful place.

   Now comes the learning experience.  Some women?  ONE orgasm, then they
push me away.  What about Kayla.  I'm kissing up and down the outer lips of
that savory, wet pussy and she's not acting nervous, so I let my tongue out
a bit and tentatively lick in between, starting at the bottom, working
gently up to...

   "Oh, god YES!  Another one!  Do me another one, Sam!"

   So now I know.  After the third her hands fluttered at my head as she
gasped, "You!  Come up here!"

   She commands.  I obey.  She's showering kisses on my sticky face. 
"You've got me all over you.  Was it gross?"

   "Yes.  Horrible.  That's why you had to stop me."

   "Oh, god, Sam!  I never ...  Never, never, never ...  Not like that. 
Not three times."

   "I quite enjoyed it," I said, kissing her.  She snuggled into my arms,
purring, for a minute.

   Finally, she raised her head.  "I believe it would be considered good
etiquette if I were to return the favor, sir."

   "I better get you a towel, Kay.  It's gonna be huge."

   "Don't be silly, love," she said.  "I won't lose a drop."

   'Love'?

   "Why don't you prop up on some pillows so you can watch me do this?" se
smiled as she moved downward between my legs.

   I arranged the pillows so I was half-sitting.  "Okay."

   "If I can make you feel like I do, Sam..."

   Her head bobbed downward, short hair bouncing.

   "OHGODKAY!  This won't take long..."

   "Mmmmm"

   "Baby..."

   "Mmmmmm"

   "OHGODHEREITCOMESSSSSSS"

   "Mmmmmphhhhhhh!" and a happy little giggle escaped.  The suction kept
up, timed with her hand and my uncontrollable surges.

   Speech?  What speech?  The vocabulary center of my brain was totally
devoid of blood.  I opened my mouth but all that came out were
unintelligible sounds.  Kayla kept the sucking as the surges stopped and
her tongue massaged one very happy dick.

   "Mmmmmmm." When her head bobbed up for her to look at me, she had a
sublime smile on her lips.  Giggle.  "Didn't lose a drop." Her finger wiped
the corner of her mouth.  "And there was a lot.  Most ever."

   "I think I heard colors, Kay.  I've never come from like that from a..."

   "Blow job?" She smirked.  "We can call it that.  Maybe that's what it
was.  I put more into it than ...  I LIKED it, Sam.  I WANTED it.  I don't,
usually.  Not before.  Not other ...  guys."

   By this time she'd crawled up into my arms, her face turned up, close,
lips parted.  The same lips that had just sucked every drop of my load. 
Oh, well ...  I kissed her, tentatively at first, then harder, reacting to
her lead.  Yeah, I know, my own juice in there.  The arms that pulled me
in, they didn't seem to have any qualms, so I wasn't going to have any
qualms either.

   Her fingers stroked my dick.  It had never gotten completely soft, but
it was returning to full hardness.  One of my own hands traced the
voluptuous curve from her back over her ass to her thigh, pulling her leg
over me.  The other stroked that soft, fragrant hair.

   "Perfect," I said.  "Wonderful."

   "Sam?  What happens next, I know you think that's the serious part.  I
mean, this was just oral, and what they say?  'Eatin' ain't cheatin'? 
but..."

   "Second thoughts?  You?"

   Her hair bounced as she shook her head.  "You?"

   I mirrored her head shake.

   "Lay on your back," she demanded, pushing me over.  She tossed a leg
over me.  "I think they call this 'cowgirl'." And just like that, I was
enveloped.  She tilted her head slightly, smiling.  "Better than I
imagined. Sam, you've got me going."

   'Going' was supported by her hips moving her in three-dimensional
oscillations that, to my surprise, had the fires lighting off in my balls
again.

   "You're getting ready again, aren't you?"

   "Yesssss!" I hissed.

   "Hold on.  I'm ...  close ...  together..." Hump hunch slide.  Her eyes
squeezed tightly closed.  She opened her mouth to breath.  One more of
those oscillations and I was going to...  "I"mmmmm comingggggg!  OhgodSAM!"

   And I cut loose.  Juicy pussy.  My own load.  We were locked immobile by
our respective orgasms.  I felt the juices flowing out of our junction,
over my balls.

   Her eyelids fluttered, then opened.  "First.  One.  Ever."

   "What?"

   "First time I EVER came with a guy in me.  I mean, yeah, okay ...  feels
good.  Stimulates.  But never ever quite gets there." She lay down atop me.
Kissed me on the NOSE.  "You, Sam ...  I knew there was a reason I needed
YOU."

   "You surprise me too, little one," I said.  "you..."

   "How adventurous are you, Sam baby?"

   "I dunno.  Try me.  What do you have in mind?"

   "I would like to be eaten again, but you just came in me..."

   "Would you suck me after I've come inside you?"

   "Definitely."

   "Do you know the meaning of the term '69'?"

   "In theory.  Never did."

   "Lets.  You on top."

   "Me?" Giggle.  "Lets see how we can make this work."

   I was licking the mixture of juices from her pubic hair when her lips
closed over my almost completely flaccid dick.

   Giggle.  "Mmmm!  Juicy!"

   "This one, too!" and I lapped right into the center.  I felt her body
jolt.  "Too much?"

   "Too much of a good thing is just perfect," she giggled, then she sucked
me back into her mouth.

   I had her shuddering through another orgasm before long.  We ended up
back inside each other's arms.

   She shook her head.  "My aunt is officially crazy, Sam.  All my life
I've wanted sex just like this." Kiss.  "How was our trial run?"

   "You're a keeper.  I forgot what genitalia were for."

   Giggle.  "I'm just discovering..."

   We spent a bit more time in the bed before she propped up on one elbow.
"What about dinner?"

   "We probably smell like an orgy."

   "I like the smell.  And the way we got here."

   "Yeah, but we'll offend passers by.  Shower?"

   "Can we?  Both?"

   "I think it's plenty big enough."

   We found that we fit quite nicely.

   I let her choose the restaurant for dinner.  During the meal, we decided
that there was a movie playing that we both wanted to see, so we worked it
into the evening as well.  When we got back to the house, she retrieved an
overnight bag from her car.

   "You came prepared," I noted.

   "Optimistic, sometimes." She blue eyes softly surveyed me.  "Hopeful."

   We went inside.  She walked directly to the bedroom with her bag.  I
followed.  I pointed to the dresser.  "I don't use those drawers.  Consider
them yours if you want to leave things here."

   "So you're thinking that this is going to work?"

   "I hope so.  I thought you were crazy when you proposed it this
afternoon, but now..."

   "We go back a long way, Sam.  You knew me since I was five.  I've known
you almost my whole life.  That knocks out a lot of that 'getting to know
you' stuff."

   "I had the same thought.  What do you sleep in?  Clothes?"

   "Panties and a cotton nightshirt.  You?"

   "Drawers and a T-shirt."

   "See?!?" she stated.  "We're compatible."

   "I dunno.  It's been a long time since I slept with another person."

   "I'm sure it won't be a problem.  And we need to find out."

   If the afternoon was an exploratory romp, then this evening was a bit
more familiar.  How familiar?  I think my young lady friend saw here
opportunity to explore me.

   "Get on your knees and put your butt in the air."

   She commanded.  I obeyed.

   "Neat!  I like the way your balls look.  They hang.  This thing sort of
hangs, too, except it's hard again." Her hands were playing, milking my
dick, tugging at by sack, lightly touching ad caressing with fingertips. 
Her fingers traced the exposed area behind my sack.  I jerked.

   "Sensitive?"

   "Yes."

   "Good sensitive or bad sensitive?"

   "Definitely good."

   Giggle.  I felt the bed move.  I looked, she was getting on her side
behind me.  I felt her lips close over one of my balls, gently tugging,
then she did the other.  And then that mobile tongue of hers hit that
sensitive spot.  Her lips closed over it, sucked, then she bit lightly. 
Her hand was holding my dick when she bit.

   "Wow!  I really did something to you, huh?"

   "God, yessss," I hissed.

   She stroked me in a milking motion.  "Get over me.  Let me milk it into
my mouth."

   "Baby, I don't know if I can do another one."

   "Just let me try it, okay?"

   She ordered.  I obeyed.

   She played for a bit with the position, but I just couldn't get the fire
going for the sixth time today, so finally she nudged me out of her face
and came up beside me.

   "We'll save that one for another time, okay?"

   "Okay." Then we had a brief discussion about the setting on the alarm
clock and how we'd do breakfast.  Last thing before bed, I got up, rummaged
through a drawer, then came back.

   "Here," I said.

   "Keys?"

   "Yes.  You leave after me in the morning.  Lock the house.  And if you
want to come in during the day, you can get in."

   I saw surprise in her eyes.  "This is really happening."

   "Of course it is." I slid into bed beside her, reached back and turned
off the lamp.

   I can't remember ever feeling so satisfied, content, relaxed, being in
bed with a woman.  We cuddled for a bit, then rolled apart.  I passed out.

   No sex in the morning, although we did some epic fondling before I left
for work.  Naturally I got home before she got off work.  All day I kept
thinking about Kayla.  I kept trying NOT to assign the need to tie her up.
And I kept hoping that at the end of the day...

   My cellphone rang.  "This is Sam.  Can I help you?"

   Giggle.  "That's how this got started, isn't it?"

   I laughed, relieved.  "Yes it is."

   "You still want me?"

   "Yes.  Only..."

   "Forever."

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