EXPLICIT EROTCIA AND SEXY EROTIC SHORT STORIES COLLECTION FOR WOMEN

CHAPTER 2. (STORY 2)

Kelly, Late Friday afternoon I ran into the house I shared with my partner Jack and his children, my destination, the liquor bar. My third customer had just left in three days.

I had a missed call from the company on my cell phone and chose to ignore it. When Leigh, Jack's ex-wife, came down the main steps I had a double wine and lime in hand.

I frowned, although this was nothing new to me. She followed me all the time which drove me insane. I was okay at first. His children, Jack Jr., 10, and Sara, 16, are also his children.

I understand. Jack and I have no children. I would like one or two. Finally, but co-parenting with an ex isn't my idea of a family. I hated the time Jack had to spend with Leigh while he was taking care of their kids, especially when I couldn't play the role of the third wheel.

Leigh is stunning: tall, long-legged, a pin-up blonde with just enough natural highlights of honey and brown to keep her from looking brassy. I'm not jealous.

Leigh had divorced Jack long before he met me, so I never saw her as a rival. I think I'm attractive with dark brown hair and eyes to match. If I do say so myself, Jack and I make a great couple.

What exactly are you doing here? I insisted.

In my defence, I assumed I was alone. Jack was away on business and wouldn't be back until Monday evening. Leigh had said three days ago that she would take the children and pick them up from their school immediately.

I wouldn't have gone out for a drink if the kids were still home. Leigh smiled and replied, Hey, Kelly, apparently ignoring my tone. I remarked, longing for my drink but wary of being careless in front of the kids. I did. Jack missed something.

Where have Jack and Sara gone?

I go swimming to grandma. Big. The lone obstacle removed; I downed the contents of my glass in one long gulp. My eyes filled with tears from the burn.

Still holding the glass on the back of my hand, I wiped my lips. The drink reached my stomach and thankfully warmed it.

What are you drinking for, How come you're still here? I have responded. She gave me a look that made me feel like the bad guy in a fight. Fine. I lost another customer.

I poured more wine and lime into my glass and smiled at the clink of ice. Do you drink when you lose, I waved my glass to emphasize my point. I do three clients in a row.

I finished my second drink and sat on an adjacent sofa. Resting both elbows on my knees, I leaned forward and ran my thumb over the top of the drink, making the ice clink again.

I was about to raise the glass to my lips when her hands closed around mine. Hey! I looked up at Leigh through a veil of hair. If you want a drink, bring your own.

It's not a wise idea to drown your sorrows. Please don't lecture me. I would never drink to Jack or Sara. And if you would just go, I would be alone.

The lady snatched the glass from my hand and set it out of reach on the glass coffee table. Although it felt good as she ran her fingers down my knuckles, I just kept looking at her.

I frowned, trying to understand the inscrutable look in her green eyes. Her forehead also wrinkled. I won't go into that, Leigh, I explained. I am of legal age and will not endanger myself or others. I'm just gonna get drunk. You're smarter than that, Kelly. Being drunk won't fix anything.

Maybe not, but I'll feel great for a few hours. I laughed, and it sounded hardly tried to me.

And what happens then?

My throat was choking with anger now. Don't act like you care. She backed away from me, her eyes wide with surprise.

I am anxious. I jumped up. If she didn't give me the drink I had already poured, I would make another. She caught up with me halfway back to the pub.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Leigh! Get lost! You're not the type to let go, Kelly. Anything else going on? Well, we can't all be perfect like you, Leigh.

My tone was a little harsh and she flinched. I didn't mind. I assumed she despised me on principle. Oh, she never called me names or made snide remarks about me in front of the kids.

But being alone was another thing. Often, we came close to a fight. After all, I was my man of the house's precious lady, and I wasn't very good at using my words to solve things.

I'm not flawless, Kelly. Our differences had never been more apparent to me than at that moment. Leigh was born into a wealthy and privileged household.

My background is much more working class. She volunteered at a charity for poor children. I? I held out my hand to her. I replied: Nothing ever bothers you. I lost three customers. successively.

I doubt I'll have a job on Monday morning. Headhunters don't stop losers. She took another step towards me and I took a step back. Kelly, she introduced herself.

Was this group of people really employable in this economy?

I stroked my temples to ease the onset of a headache. I'm not sure. Maybe. Maybe not. Aren't you too hard on yourself? I only have my job, Leigh. you have jack

She said it calmly, but the insinuation made me snort: Well, he's not here. My own voice damaged my ears. I clasped my hands in front of my forehead and looked away from her.

Kelly, she introduced herself. Her fingers brushed my shoulder. I turned around quickly, upset that she was still here, much more irritated that I couldn't be alone with my failure.

I tripped over my own feet doing this. As I slid backwards, I saw the amazed look on her face and then noticed the ceiling fan slowly spinning. As agony erupted in my head and back, stars filled my vision.

I narrowed my eyes against the agony and carefully used my hands to find the most painful spot on my head. I said son of a b***h Kelly. Just as she grabbed my forearms, I felt Leigh's presence move over me, squeezing me.

How many drinks did you have before I came here?

It's only one. You wouldn't give me my second! Why would you drink on God's green earth if you can't keep your wine down? She burst out laughing.

I hissed, pulling away from her as I struggled to get to my feet. She laughed again and then helped me sit on the floor and bend over me. As she examined my head, I could see her blouse.

On the other hand, closing my eyes to the sight of her bare breasts made me dizzy. I pushed her away. I am fine. Fine.

Shit. You don't have to be hanging over me, Leigh. You certainly need support. She ignored my complaint and continued massaging my head until she discovered that the knot in my head was suddenly to close loud sounding against the sofa frame on my way down.

The only reason I was awake was because it was padded. It was still very painful. Hey! I pulled her hand away from the sore spot. She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.

I couldn't think of anything to say as I was so perplexed. My stomach clenched as her palm brushed my face. I turned away, embarrassed that I might throw up after just one stupid drink.

Tears flowed as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I struggled to pull myself away as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Her arms just straightened, and her body moved against my back.

You are very pushy. As I spoke, I pulled back against her, trying to loosen her grip. I turned my head to assess my performance, only to see her face inches from mine.

Her warm breath caressed my nose and lips as I gazed at her beautiful green eyes. Then my lips brushed her mouth and sucked in her breath. She made a surprised but not angry noise.

The grip of her lips on my mouth loosened. I ran my fingers through her hair and grabbed her head and held it tight. I bit into the softest lips I've ever felt.

I caught the scent of perfume with a deep sniff. It wasn't floral, but it was strong, and all I could think was that I'd never gotten this close to Leigh to inhale her aroma.

I wanted to get much closer. I twisted, pushed, and pulled. I lay completely on my back beneath her, my thigh rising between hers in the most intense heat.

Leigh whimpered as I repeatedly brushed her lips with mine. I grabbed her shoulders and arched my back, merging my body with hers.

Her lips parted from mine. I sobbed loudly; heart broken. I could feel her lips again on my cheeks and neck. Her hand grabbed my shirt. I heard buttons click.

The gentle purse of her lips, followed by her hot breath, seared the swelling in my chest. My stomach clenched in anticipation. My hands wandered down her cheeks to her shoulders after leaving her head.

Which one of us was obviously drunk here? I couldn't express myself. She drew back abruptly. I got up. She gave me a sideways glance from under her eyelids before turning her head away.

I pulled up my shirt with one hand and ran my fingers through my hair to organize it. I breathed in deeply and then gently out.

What can I say, I cleared my throat. I kept glancing at Leigh from behind my own struggles for thoughts and words. She had slid onto the floor into a sitting position, one knee under her chin, her eyes set in the center and her left fingers gently spread over her lips.

Her eyes glittered in the corners and her lips were pursed in pleasure. I've never kissed a woman before, she whispered slowly, as if trying to taste every word before saying it.

I was amazed and kept silent when she gave me that pleased look. I enjoyed it, she said. Her attention finally settled on me - my lips, to be precise - and I felt my stomach churn as I recalled in detail the feelings of our kiss.

The feeling of her body sliding against mine; the taste of her breath on my tongue; the feeling of it everywhere; and the shouts of joy—their joy—filled my ears.

I... My voice was shaking. I swallowed and cleared my throat. I enjoyed it too. I wanted to snatch the words out of the air and silence them as soon as they left my lips.

What the hell did I mean when I said I liked it?

I had never thought of kissing a woman.

Did I enjoy it? It appealed to me. I saw myself nod.

Then I shook my head violently. No! What about the men?

So, what about Jack?

Leigh was up when I next looked at her. Her back was to me, and I analyzed how her muscles were working and enjoyed the woman's bare shoulders. She stopped at the bar and poured herself a drink.

I scrambled to my feet, using the couch as leverage, and grabbed my wine twist off the coffee table. Our eyes met just over the rim of our glasses.

Leigh suddenly turned sideways. The glass she was holding crashed violently against the counter and I heard a rattle. I have to go, she said. She turned around, still avoiding my gaze.

I hurried to get between her and the door. The thought of Leigh leaving was the last thing on my mind. My attention was drawn to her lips. She went on talking, almost rambling.

She spoke of the children and a much-needed business call. I crossed the gap between us in four quick strides, cupped her face in my hands, brushed my thumbs across her cheeks, and interrupted her words by covering hers with mine.

I surrendered to Kelly's kiss: the feel of her lips on mine, her body against mine, surrounding me and making me feel like I was drowning. I clung to her like it was a matter of life or death.

Her fingers grabbed my face, lowering the temperature in my body. I put my arms across her back and brought our faces to our hips. I have never experienced something like that. Oh no.

I really should have. I was in relationships with at least a dozen guys and had two lovely kids. However, Kelly's touch of her lips created an out-of-this-world sensation. A moan of ecstasy wasn't enough to explain how I felt as Kelly's lips parted from mine and traveled down my throat.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I gasped for air. My heartbeat matched and I could immediately feel an orgasm brewing.

I grabbed Kelly's butt and lifted him up, pressing my crotch against her and enjoying the heat despite the fact that there was no familiar hardness to touch. She screamed, her lips falling away from my collarbone.

The sound quickly rose to the top of my favorites list. I pressed my body against hers, forcing the sound to happen again. I nuzzled my face against her hair, gasping for air, taking a deep breath and collecting the scents of her hair and skin, which were a combination of citrus and something more.

She didn't smell like any other man I'd ever met. Was that specific to Kelly or to women in general? Whatever it was, it was driving me insane and making my arousal practically uncontrollable.

I had to come. My thighs opened up the moment I moved. I pressed my hips to the floor and took the pressure off my midsection. Kelly's arms held my back as I threw my head back.

Her mouth went to her chest. I didn't remember my shirt falling off, but the stretched fabric suddenly caught my upper arms. The emotions were too strong for logic or reason, so I just went with it. And I flowed Kelly's teeth, had a n****e caught.

I shivered and cried out as I felt the liquid heat between my thighs. My knees sagged. Instead of falling to the floor, I felt Kelly's arms tighten around me and lead me to the sofa. She touched my cheek, kissed my temple and massaged my face. Every touch made me tremble.

Leigh, she whispered, pressing my head against her shoulder and stroking my hair. Kel... was all I could say, my throat working hard to get moisture onto my lips.

I let myself fall into her grasp. I always thought Jack and Kelly would be a good combination. Although she had no experience with children, she made an effort with ours.

She was perceptive in an unintentionally possessive way and often disliked me around her. I was aware of her background. Jack had informed me of Kelly's distant man of the house and woman of the house who died when she was six years old.

But she was constantly trying to figure out how to become parents to Jack Jr. and Sara. While we didn't agree on the exact solutions to each challenge, I respected that. As we lay against each other, she felt powerful yet tender.

I've always liked men taller than me because I enjoy feeling their power around me. But Kelly's gentle feeling drove me to put my arms around her and offer my comfort in return, something I had never done with a man in my life.

It felt great - amazing even. I squeezed her gently to express it. She took a step back. Her eyes, a deep, rich brown that had caught my attention when Jack originally introduced us, searched mine.

Do you want to talk about it? Kelly asked while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, I have, but also not. Still, I wanted to say something. Talking, yeah, doesn't seem to be one of our strengths.

I'm willing to try, Kelly said. I said maybe if your mind is clear. Maybe you are right. She touched her temple and I had to fight the impulse to do the same.

Will you say something i asked?

Who do I tell about this? Kelly made a movement between us. Then it's done. At some point I got confused because I didn't know what I was doing. I was hoping to hear that but knew dropping that wasn't going to happen.

My wobbly knees were gone. I got up, straightened my clothes and walked out the front door, pulling my shirt back over my breasts. I closed it behind me with a delightful snap.

Kelly, do you want me to tell someone?

What was she, crazy? My train of thought ended abruptly when the front door slammed. I leaned back on the sofa. My nose caught the smell of s*x on the leather pillow.

I pulled myself up and ran my palm over the warm spot Leigh had just left. I smiled and my heart filled with pride at that moment. I laughed. I kissed a woman. And I made her come.