Lakeside Cougars - The Complete Trilogy, page 26
Colleen laughed loudly. “God, no. I was pretty well settled into my life. I wouldn’t say that I hated it, even at the end, but...it was comfortable. And so I figured I’d sort of just be doing it for the rest of my life. I did not think I’d be back home in Lakeside at forty seven, getting high and having sex with a guy half my age, and then watching him do that with a girl also half my age. It’s...a unique experience.”
“Are you happy?” Atticus asked.
“...yes,” she murmured after a moment, “I am. I’m quite happy. And I have been since you showed up. And after everything that happened...that’s really nice.”
“I can still listen if you want to talk about it,” he said. “When we get a free moment.”
“It’ll take more than a moment, but I know what you mean, and I appreciate it, and we can go for a walk tomorrow and talk about it,” Colleen said. “Um, no offense,” she added, looking at Kate. “I just...it’s already hard enough to talk about this with Atticus…”
“Oh, no need to apologize,” Kate replied easily. “Your business is your business. Now…” She took a long pull off the joint, then stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray that Colleen had set on her nightstand, then blew out a big cloud of smoke and looked at Atticus. “I am horny.”
He laughed and then did the same thing. “You ready?”
“Yes. I’m very ready. I’m extremely wet. And you…” She looked down. “Need a little work.” She sat up, paused, then smirked. “I think I know something that can get you going. Colleen, would you like to make out a little?”
“Yes, if you’re sure,” Colleen replied, perking up immediately.
“I’m sure. Like I said: I like kissing the right girls. And you are, I have discovered, very right.”
“You’re not intimidated anymore?” Colleen murmured as she stood and walked over.
“You know...for the most part,” Kate replied.
“You have a terrible poker face,” Colleen said, sitting down on the bed beside her.
“I do not!”
“You do,” Atticus said.
“Shut up or I’ll punch you in the dick,” she growled.
“You do that and no sex,” he replied.
“Oh whatever, like you wouldn’t like it.”
“...wait, what?”
“Come on, Atticus, you’ve got to have at least something of a humiliation kink based on all the insane shit you agreed to do when we were younger.”
“That was because I liked you and wanted to impress you,” he replied. “Trust me, you’re dead wrong on this.”
“I have to agree with Atticus on this one,” Colleen said. “Having been extremely intimate with him for a week now, I would’ve gotten at least some vibes, I think. In truth, he goes rather strongly in the other direction.”
“Oh. Well...I feel like a huge bitch now. Apparently I was tormenting this poor lonely kid,” Kate muttered.
“I mean, ‘torment’ is such a strong word, Kate. And, well, if you’re feeling guilty, there is a way you can make it up to me…” He shifted so that his mostly-erect cock fell towards her.
She laughed. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Atticus watched intently as Kate leaned in, then hesitated, then got an uncertain look on her face, like she wasn’t actually sure how to do this. And then Colleen, with her confident cougar smile, leaned in to close the gap between them and gently kissed her on the lips.
There was a pause as they both experienced that particular sensation, then Colleen pulled back very slightly, their lips still an inch apart, and looked into Kate’s eyes.
Kate seemed to lose her uncertainty and this time she kissed Colleen, who looked very happy with that. They both tilted their heads in opposite directions, deepening the kiss and leaning in. He sat up a little as he saw Colleen move her mouth a bit and then Kate, who had begun to close her eyes, opened them back up in mild surprise.
She’d just slipped her tongue into Kate’s mouth. From the quiet moan Colleen let out, he would guess that Kate had put her own tongue to work. Tentatively, Kate’s hand went out, questing, and Colleen took it and placed it against her bare breast. Kate hesitated, then seemed to massage it, feel it slowly, almost cautiously.
“Mmm, may I?” Colleen murmured, breaking the kiss for a moment.
“Uh-huh,” Kate replied, breathing heavily.
They didn’t immediately go back to kissing, instead reaching over and touching each other’s breasts as Kate raised her other hand. Kate glanced at Atticus, began to look away back to Colleen, then went back to Atticus, grinning.
“Well, someone’s ready,” she murmured.
“Oh, yes,” Colleen agreed, looking over and seeing his erection.
“I mean, you can keep going…” Atticus replied.
“As nice as this is turning out to be, I want dick,” Kate said.
“And I want to see you riding dick,” Colleen said, standing back up.
Kate laughed and climbed onto Atticus. She mounted him, staring down at him as she almost seemed to hover over him, resting on her knees, a half-horny, half-friendly smile on her beautiful, tanned face.
“You ready for this?” she murmured.
“I am extremely ready for this,” he replied, putting his hands behind his head.
She laughed. “Good.”
Then she reached between them, grasped his erection, and lowered herself. They both made noises as contact was made, and Kate held herself there for a moment, just the tip of his cock inside of her. He could feel her wetness, the heat coming off her.
She stared into his eyes and he stared into hers.
Then she lowered herself more, taking an inch into her, then two. She kept working and he found his hands coming out from behind his head and settling on her smooth, firm hips. Kate settled down against him, taking his entire length into her, and held it there for a moment.
“Finally happening,” she whispered.
“Finally happening,” he agreed, smiling up at her.
She leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth, then sat back up and began riding him. The pleasure that hit was immediate and almost overwhelmingly powerful. Being inside of her like this felt beyond amazing, and the sight of her atop him, her face twisting in sexual bliss, her voice crying out as she began taking him deep into herself again and again…
It was like a dream.
He knew at least some of it was the weed, he could feel the second smoke coming on a bit stronger than the first and it made everything...echo. Not aurally but physically. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it, but it made everything better.
And that this was Kate…
He took in all of her wonderful body, her soft skin with her sexy tan lines, her perfect tits swaying back and forth with the rhythm of their sex, the way her stomach narrowed and then flared back out at her waistline into those beautiful hips.
Then down to her crotch, watching himself disappear repeatedly into her pussy.
And finally back up to her sweet, sexy face as she lost herself utterly in the sex.
The weed made it a lot harder to keep track of time, and he wasn’t sure how long she rode him, but at some point the desire to be on top overtook him and he leaned forward, sliding his hands around to her back and slowly up it.
He gently pulled her towards him and she let him, going until she was laying flat against him, staring him in the face, her breasts pressed warmly, softly against his bare chest. Without saying anything, he managed to get her on her back. She put her legs up and started moaning loudly as he began stroking into her.
It didn’t take long for the headboard to start bumping against the wall. He realized that it had been while she’d been riding him, but more gently. Now it was louder, almost more insistent. He felt her hands on his back and she pressed them more firmly against his skin when he slowed a bit.
“Don’t slow,” she panted.
“The headboard,” he replied.
“Don’t worry about it,” Colleen said. “Just go.”
Well that was all he needed.
Atticus kissed her and started really driving into her. She let out a cry of bliss and that became a series of screams that went up in pitch, higher and higher, until…
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, ATTICUS!” she yelled, and he felt her begin to orgasm wildly, her inner muscles fluttering and trembling around his erection as a burst of sex juices escaped her. “Don’t! Stop! Fucking! OH! FUCK!” she screamed, each word coming out as he thrust into her.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop as he started shooting his load into her, and his voice grew louder, joining her own, groaning his own immense, overpowering pleasure. His climax crested the horizon of his own inner awareness. It blotted out the sun. Atticus cried out, losing himself in the violent vortex of their shared orgasm and rapturous sexual union.
When it was over, he felt like he’d been picked up by a tornado and tossed some immeasurable distance away, shocked that he had not just survived, but done so intact.
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
The two of them laid locked together in sweat and pleasure, panting heavily, gasping at this point.
Finally, Kate gently patted his back. “Shower,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he replied, dazed.
Atticus pulled out of her and carefully got up, then offered her his hand. She smiled and took it, letting him help her up.
“You, uh, need me for anything?” he asked, looking at Colleen, who was watching them with a look of mixed amusement and arousal.
“Not yet,” she replied. “I’ll be fine here. Go on, you two.”
“All right,” Kate murmured, and they went into the bathroom, started up the shower, and got in.
For a long moment, they just stood there, looking at each other, smiling stupidly. Eventually, Kate reached up and took down the showerhead. She started cleaning herself.
“That felt, um...different,” she said. She began pulling away the showerhead, then hesitated and reached down. Touching herself, her fingers came away sticky with his seed. “Atticus! How much did you put in me!? And after I fucking blew you!?” she asked, laughing.
“Yeah, uh...a lot, I guess,” he replied awkwardly.
She laughed again and gave herself another pass with the showerhead, then put it back. She stood there under the water for a moment, staring at him, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him tightly against herself.
“I missed you,” she said emphatically. “And I’m just now realizing how much I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Kate,” he murmured, running his hands up and down her back.
And he had. Atticus knew that he had, he’d sorely missed her through high school, but it had faded into a distant pain until it was so distant he barely thought about her. But seeing her here and now, actually being with her...yeah, that pain had not just stuck around, but kept growing. And now it was alleviated.
But for how long? And what happened next?
He was leaving in about a week. He didn’t want to think about that right now. He wanted to think about where he was and what was happening in this moment.
“So you really don’t have a girlfriend waiting for you somewhere? Like, at all? Not pursuing or ‘kind of’ dating or even friends with benefits?” she asked.
“Nope. Nothing. No one,” he replied.
“Why?”
He laughed. “My last relationship ended...violently and painfully. About ten months ago. It was a little traumatizing.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Atticus,” she said, pulling back slightly and looking into his eyes. “What happened?”
“She was paranoid. We’d been together for six months and she was so paranoid I was cheating on her. And she was always kind of...wound up, too. Neurotic. I hate talking about it mostly because I sound like an asshole. ‘Oh man, my crazy ex was so crazy.’ You know what I mean?”
“I believe you, Atticus,” she said, smiling at him.
“I appreciate it. It was kind of just a lot of the same shit. It kind of died down after the first month, but then it started coming back strong the final month. I’m not sure what happened, but I think one of her friends that I wasn’t too familiar with got cheated on, and she convinced herself it was happening with me. Had a few bad, sleepless nights, came over and got a little drunk, and...she snapped. Screamed at me, swung on me, finally pulled out some lighter fluid and a lighter she’d been holding onto and threatened to burn down my apartment.”
“Holy shit, that is fucking crazy,” Kate murmured. “I’m so sorry you had to put up with that.”
“Me too, but it’s over. After her, I swore off relationships, including casual ones. I was also pretty fucking desperate to make it as an indie game dev, and I was just finishing up my latest, and preparing to do Cold Reset. I was pretty desperate to make something work. So I just said fuck it to girlfriends, or any friends at that point, and well, it worked.”
“Evidently,” she replied. “What are you going to do when your vacation is up?”
“I have opted not to think about that until it happens,” he replied.
“Well...whatever decision you make, I would definitely extend your contract, but someone else already paid for the time after you leave, so…”
“It’s fine, Kate. I’ll figure something out if I feel like staying. Right now, I’m just enjoying.”
“Apparently,” she murmured, grinning. She slowly lost it though, and then kissed him suddenly. “That feels really...right.”
“Yeah. Although you’re saying it like it, I don’t know, worries you?”
“I’m not sure how to feel about it. Good, to be sure, but it’s like...is there something I’m missing? I dunno, my instincts are telling me something. Not really about you, but about...I’m not sure. Probably just that this is all a lot to take in and I’m still adjusting...do you think it’d be cool if I could just chill here with you two for the rest of the day? I’ve kinda been running myself ragged and I want a day off where I just fuck off.”
“I’m cool with it and I’m pretty sure Colleen is, too,” he replied.
“Sweet. Here.”
She finished washing up and gave him the shower.
…
The day was long and slow and very pleasant.
He, Colleen, and Kate ended up hanging out in her living room for most of it, just talking, smoking a bit more, watching a couple of movies. At one point they went for a walk along the lake’s edge and told stories about each other.
When night came, Kate lingered.
“...so I kinda don’t want to go,” she murmured as Atticus and Colleen began cleaning up.
“Well…” Atticus looked to Colleen and raised his eyebrows.
“Hmm. Yeah, my bed could hold all three of us, if that’s what you want. And I’d be okay to try having you spend the night. Atticus can sleep between us. Unless you wanted the couch,” she replied.
“No, I was hoping for the bed, and that sounds great, and thank you,” Kate replied.
“Still kinda awkward, huh?” Atticus murmured.
“Oh like you aren’t!?” she snapped back.
“Shut up and get ready for bed.”
“Why don’t you make me?”
He sighed. “I’m tempted, but you said you wanted to watch me and Colleen have sex, so I’d rather put my energy towards that.”
“That...makes sense.”
“Oh, she really wants to see it,” Colleen said.
“I guess we’d better show her then.”
“I guess we’d better.”
…
When morning came, Atticus opened his eyes to something that, up until very recently, had seemed an impossibility: being between two naked, extremely beautiful women, who had both fucked him the night before.
He opened his eyes to the back of Kate’s head. Although as he came more awake and blinked a few times, he realized that no, it was Colleen he was spooning. He’d gone to sleep curled up against Kate, but had apparently switched over to Colleen sometime during the night.
Something seemed somehow significant about that.
Before he could think anymore on it, someone’s phoned chimed twice and buzzed. Kate came awake behind him and he rolled over to face her. She was reaching up to the headboard and groping around for her phone. She found it and pulled it down, making unhappy sounds as she brought it up to her face.
“Oh come the fuck on,” she groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Atticus asked.
She sighed heavily. “Just a moment…” she murmured, typing something rapidly on her phone. “Okay, there.” She sat up and stretched and yawned. “Power’s out at one of the lakehouses. And given which one it is, it could be a couple of different things. Still waiting on the fucking contractor to actually get to overhauling that shit...I have to go, I’m sorry,” she said as she threw back the blanket and got to her feet.
“It’s all right, you’ve got to go be a kickass landlord,” Atticus replied.
She paused in her gathering of clothes, then looked back at him with an odd smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said finally, but she looked like she wanted to say more.
“Just telling the truth,” he replied.
“Mmm-hmm.” She disappeared into the bathroom.
“That girl really, really likes you,” Colleen murmured sleepily, stirring beside him.
“I hadn’t been able to tell,” Atticus replied.
She laughed softly, then yawned. “I mean for more than just sex.”
“Are you...trying to matchmake?”
“No,” she replied. A moment passed. “Maybe.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, I just...do it. Probably because I’m a romance novelist. What time is it?” she asked.
“Um…” He fumbled around until he found his phone. “About ten in the morning.”
“Hmm. Normally I’d be up by now. I guess the sex and the weed are having an effect. So what did Kate say? I heard some of it. She has to leave?”
