Lakeside Cougars - The Complete Trilogy, page 25
“Hmm. Well...Atticus has been worshiping the ground I walk on since I sucked his dick, but I figured that’s because he has such a strong cougar fetish,” she murmured.
Kate began to reply, then looked back down at Atticus. He was finally getting his underwear off. “You’re not going to push back against that?”
“It isn’t wrong,” he replied. “And also, Kate’s right. Objectively speaking, you look amazing.”
“To you,” Colleen said.
“To both of us. You and Edith both are just, phew, smokeshows. And that one woman I see around sometimes. The...Italian woman?”
“Oh, you mean Vetra,” Colleen said.
“Yeah, do you know her? She’s so mysterious. I see her in town like...once a month, maybe? Otherwise she’s around here, or in the woods, or on the mountain. I think she lives up there.”
“Yeah, she has a place up there. We’ve spoken a few times. I’m not sure if she’s Italian, she has a very, very slight accent but...hard to say.”
“Either way, she is crazy hot, and fit.” Kate looked at Atticus again. “You gonna nail her, too?”
“God, if she’d let me,” he replied.
“You saw her?”
“Yeah, one time. When Colleen took me up on the hillside to show me her vagina and suck my dick–don’t give me that look, that’s exactly what you were doing and you know it–we ran into her. And you’re right, she’s insanely hot. And I would love to sleep with her. But she very much seems…” he trailed off, frowned.
“Is it just occurring to you that, in the barely one week since you’ve arrived, you’ve gotten three attractive women to sleep with you?” Colleen asked.
“...kinda?” he replied, then chuckled. “But I still think she’s out of my league. There’s something about her. I’m not sure. Just from the brief interaction we had, she just seemed too...smart? Almost like she’s above sex, if that makes sense?”
“Smart people have sex,” Colleen said.
“I know that, and I’m not saying either of you aren’t smart, but I more mean smart like on a whole other level. Like genius, you know? Like scary smart. She’s probably super focused on crazy science shit or research or whatever, is she really going to give a shit about some annoying twenty-something video game maker hollering at her?”
Kate snorted. “Did you seriously say hollering?”
He sighed. “You get my meaning.”
“I bet you can’t,” she replied, suddenly excited.
Atticus felt something old twitch somewhere deep in his brain. How many times had he heard that from Kate? It was always ‘I bet you can’t’ for climbing trees or hopping fences or lifting something heavy. It always worked so damned well.
“What was that?” he murmured.
“You heard me. I bet you can’t. I bet you cannot hook up with her,” Kate replied, smirking broadly, eyes flickering madly with mischievous guile.
“And if I can?”
“If you can...hmm. If you can nail Vetra...I’ll have a no contact threesome with you and Colleen,” she said.
He raised his eyebrows. So did Colleen.
“You shouldn’t commit to that if you can’t do it,” Atticus replied.
“Wow, that confident, huh?” she murmured, her grin getting bigger.
“He’s right,” Colleen said, turning serious, “Atticus has more game than he gives himself credit for and you should never bet anything you aren’t comfortable actually doing or losing.”
“I know,” Kate replied calmly. “And I am fully prepared. I am even prepared to kiss, if that’s something you want. I’m straight but what girl hasn’t made out with another girl at least once? I kinda like kissing girls, and I’m okay with kissing you, maybe some touching...I do admit, I want to touch boobs. And I want to touch your boobs, Colleen. And you look like you want to touch mine.”
“I want to do a lot more than that,” she murmured, “but yes.”
“Well, then that’s what I’m prepared to offer. But it won’t matter because Atticus is so not going to do it,” she replied, smirking broadly.
Atticus sighed. “Kate.”
“What? What are you gonna do?” He finally got back up and took a step closer to her, then another. She backed up a step, that huge smirk still on her face as she stared up into his eyes. They had always been about the same height when they were younger but now he had a good half foot on her. “What?” she whispered, “what are you going to fucking do?”
He backed her up until she was almost at the bed, then ducked down and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Atticus!” she shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder.
“What, Kate?” he asked and spanked her bare ass.
“ATTICUS!” she cried, laughing.
He spun her around once and then tossed her on the bed. She landed and bounced, laughing, then gasped as he got onto the bed with her and pushed her onto her back.
“You...are stronger now,” she murmured.
“Yes, I am,” he replied, and kissed her.
Kate moaned and slipped her tongue into his mouth, grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. He groped her, her skin against his own an amazing feeling. Sensations came to him: her smooth, firm breast in his hand, her nipple against his palm, one leg rubbing against his own as her tongue twisted and probed in his mouth…
And then she broke the kiss and pushed him off her.
“What–” he began, then looked at the mad grin on her face.
“I told you, I wanted to get a little rough. Now come on, loser!” she replied, and pushed him again.
He laughed and barely managed to catch himself from tumbling off the bed. He pulled himself back, narrowly avoiding banging their heads together, and pushed her onto her back.
“One of us is going to end up with a black eye,” he said as she flung out one hand and just barely missed his face.
“God, you’re still such a worrier, Atticus!” she cried.
“Yeah, I’m such a–” he grunted as he pushed her onto her back again when she tried to get up, “–fucking worrier because I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“While it’s sweet, Atticus,” she growled as she struggled against him holding her down, “I can handle myself just fine!” she cried, the word becoming a surprised shout as he abruptly pulled his hands back.
She sat up in a hurry and he grabbed her, flipped her around, and pushed her down onto her stomach, then grasped her wrists and pressed them into the small of her back as he straddled her.
“You know,” he said, looking down at her wonderfully beautiful bare ass, “I could just…” He shifted so that his erection fell between her pressed together thighs.
“What?! What about foreplay!?” she cried.
“I thought this was foreplay,” he replied.
“Atticus!”
He laughed and got off her. “I’m just kidding, Kate. There’s no way I’m going to torment you by letting you continue to live without the knowledge of what it’s like to get eaten out by me.”
“Oh dear lord, what a fucking tragedy that would be!”
“It would, actually,” Colleen said.
“Fine, eat this pussy, I shaved it for you,” Kate replied, sitting up and laying down on her back, then spreading her legs. “You’re welcome.”
“You are so fucking annoying,” he muttered as he laid down in between her pleasant, beautifully tanned thighs.
“And you apparently love it.”
“How do you figure?”
“I saw that dick before you got settled, you’re still rock hard. If you were seriously annoyed, it’d turn you off.”
“I think you underestimate how much I want to fuck you,” he replied. “Now shut up.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Colleen murmured.
“Are you saying my mouth is that big? That I just can’t-ahhhhhh oh fuck!” she moaned as he got started on her.
Colleen laughed and settled a bit more into her chair, watching the two of them.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“Is that what you did for Edith?” Kate asked, panting and sweaty, the blanket beneath still gripped in bunches in her fists.
“Yes,” Atticus replied as he came back out of the bathroom from washing up.
“Holy shit. That woman is going to fuck you. That...was so good. Just-wow. And you were right: literally impossible to keep quiet.”
“Told you,” Colleen replied with an amused smirk.
“Your turn,” Kate said, locking eyes with Atticus.
He grinned and got onto the bed.
“So...how do you want to come?” she asked.
“Hmm. Are you sure you want to know?” he replied.
“Yes! After what you did, I’m pretty much willing to do whatever. And if it’s too weird, I’ll just tell you.”
“Okay, I want to shoot my load partially onto your face and then partially with you jacking me off into your open mouth,” he replied.
“I think I can manage that. Sit there.”
Atticus sat where she’d indicated at the foot of the bed. Kate got down on her knees before him, nude and slicked with a fine sheen of sweat and awesomely beautiful. She sighed as she realized some of her hair had come out of her ponytail, took it off, regathered her hair and reapplied the hairtie.
“What are you smirking about?” Kate murmured as she finished up.
“I was just thinking...when we first hooked up, Colleen was so excited to put my dick in her mouth that she forgot to put on a hairtie,” he replied.
“Oh my God, get over yourself,” Colleen murmured, but she was looking away a little and smirking when he glanced over at her.
“Am I wrong?”
“I was...nervous,” she murmured, slowly looking back over. She tried to glare at him and failed, instead just laughing softly and shaking her head. “I’m never going to get used to you. You can’t seem to decide between being a cute shy boy and a narcissistic smartass.”
“You’re bringing out both, I don’t have much say in this,” Atticus replied.
“Shh,” Kate said, and dragged her tongue slowly across his head.
“Ahhhh...fuck,” he whispered.
“How about you try shutting up during this?” Kate murmured and did it again.
“Well...let’s not encourage that,” Colleen murmured. Kate gave her a curious glance. “It’s just...men are so quiet during sex, and they think they have to be. Too many of them seriously think making sound during sex is emasculating. And it’s not. And Atticus actually makes sound during, and I really don’t want that to, in any way, stop. Because it’s so hot.”
“That’s a really good point actually,” Kate agreed. “Atticus, don’t shut up.” She resumed licking his cock.
As Atticus leaned back a little, resting on the heels of his palms, and watched her work, curious emotions racing through him. If Kate wasn’t his first real crush, then she was at least among the first three. He’d always wanted to get back in touch with her at some point as the years wore on, especially after he got out of high school, but something always made him stop and pull back.
Given the situation he was in now...maybe that was for the best?
“Ah fuck,” he groaned as she slipped his cock into her mouth and took it all the way to the back of her throat, the seal of her lips pressed down to the base of his shaft. She held it there for a few seconds, then pulled back and started bobbing her head.
“Kate,” he panted, “this is really good head.”
She snorted and gave him a thumbs up, then wrapped that thumb and first finger around his shaft and began using it in tandem with her lips.
“Is it better stoned?” Colleen murmured from her position on the sidelines.
“...I have no idea,” Atticus replied. “This is, um, man. I can’t think.”
Colleen giggled. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
He kept staring at Kate, basking in her presence, her pleasure, her wonderful mouth and tongue and lips. Time wore on as she kept sucking his dick, and then she seemed to get a little impatient. She did it a bit more intensely for a moment, then began rubbing his head against the inside of her cheek. He let out a loud groan.
“Okay, that’s it! Gonna pop!” he warned her.
She moved fast, and it became obvious that she really hadn’t had much experience with this as she fumbled and almost lost control of his cock as he started shooting his load. She gasped softly as his first spurt landed across her cheek, then let out a sound of surprise as the second landed across one eye and she squeezed it shut.
“Oh fuck! Kate! Oh fuck that’s so good!” he cried as she kept jacking him off.
He got a bit more across her nose and forehead, and then she aimed it into her mouth and began jerking him more intensely. He let out a loud half-shout of pleasure and unleashed the rest of his seed into her mouth. She moaned as she jacked him off and he watched his seed come out of him, each contraction sending a furious burst of pure pink pleasure screaming through his whole body.
When he was done orgasming, she put his cock in her mouth, sealed her lips around it, then sucked as she pulled back slowly.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck,” he groaned loudly, falling onto his back.
Kate laughed. “I’m really glad you enjoyed that, but I can barely see.”
“I’ve got you,” Colleen replied.
She came out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth and pressed it into Kate’s hand.
“Thank you,” she muttered as she cleaned her face off. “And also, Atticus, you should be pleased to hear that I’ve never done that for any other guy before.”
“Oh wow, thanks,” he replied.
She laughed and finished cleaning her face off, then passed the washrag back to Colleen and got to her feet. “You’re welcome. Also your stuff tastes bad.” She paused and an awkward look came onto her face. “Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean your stuff, I mean just in general. I need a drink.”
“I’m not offended,” Atticus murmured.
“Go on, grab whatever you can find in the fridge,” Colleen said.
“Thank you again.”
Atticus looked at her pale, shapely ass as she walked out of the room. Then he looked over at Colleen, who had also been looking at her.
“So, how’s it feel to hook up with your childhood crush?” she asked.
“Good,” he replied. “Definitely good. A little weird, but I think that’s just my brain...reconciling these two things...why are you smirking?”
“It’s just cute, is all. That girl is really into you, and you are quite into her. If you’d come back even once after high school, and before now, I’m positive you’d live here and the two of you would have at least two kids.”
“Bullshit!” Kate called as she came back with a can of soda. “I am so not ready for kids.”
“Atticus could talk you into them,” Colleen said as she sat back down.
“Bull…” Kate looked at Atticus, then sighed and took another drink. “Okay, maybe. Probably. But it’s not like he’s tripping over his feet trying to have kids.”
“I know. I think you two would’ve gotten together and fucked like rabbits and an accident would happen and you’d both decide ‘well...why not?’, and become parents,” Colleen replied.
“...maybe,” Atticus admitted. “Probably,” he added.
“Well, thank God we don’t have to have that debate,” Kate said. “I’m here for fun sex and catching up with my old best friend.”
“Were we best friends?” he asked.
“Atticus! I will fucking throw this soda in your face! Of course we were!” she snapped, sitting down beside him.
He laughed. “I think the weed’s wearing off.”
“I could use more,” Kate replied. “And come on, for real, tell me.”
“Yes, Kate, we were best friends. I spent the whole fucking year looking forward to coming here, mostly because of you,” he replied.
“Well...that’s good to hear,” Kate said, although her expression told him she was surprised.
“Look what I’ve got,” Colleen said, coming over with another pair of joints and a lighter.
“Do you have any edibles?” Kate asked as she accepted it. “And thanks.”
“I do not,” Colleen replied. They all lit up. “But I could get some. Also, don’t get ashes in my bed.”
“We won’t,” Atticus replied, he and Kate scooting back so they could lay beside each other and smoke.
Which is what they did, just laid there and toked up, basking in the utter, peaceful bliss of their post-orgasmic state.
“This doesn’t feel like how I thought it would,” Kate murmured eventually.
“Good or bad?” Atticus replied.
“Good. Definitely good.”
“You thought this was going to suck?”
“No.” She paused, then sighed and took another pull on her joint. “So, would it weird you out or piss you off if I talk about, you know, past hookups?”
“No, although I’m not really eager to hear, like...details,” he replied.
“That’s fine. To be honest...I feel like I’ve been unlucky in that regard. Part of the reason that it’s been a while is that, even on the ones that went okay, there was always this...I dunno, feeling? This bad feeling. Like I felt bad. Guilty. I was never quite sure why.”
“Because you’re a woman, Kate,” Colleen murmured. They both looked over at her. She seemed sour. “It isn’t your fault. It’s just what it is to be a woman in...I was going to say America, but this, I’m sure, is true for most countries. I don’t want to spoil the mood, so I won’t linger. But it’s just the cliched problem of slut-shaming. But we’ve been told a million times over the past decade, shit, two decades, ‘feminism is here, that means slut-shaming doesn’t exist anymore!’, because people are fucking stupid. You feel bad because society told you to feel bad...unless there’s some other reason, you can’t rule out that possibility.”
“No, I think you’re probably right. The thing is, it was always kind of vague. Weirdly, the worse the encounter went, the worse that came on. But...yeah, it’s whatever. I don’t feel it this time. Or, if I do, the weed’s pushing it out, or the amazing orgasms...maybe it’s because we haven’t actually had sex yet...hey Colleen, is this what you thought you’d be doing in your late forties?”
