Senior Year Memories Ch. 19

"Hello, Ryan Collins," she said, casually pulling me into a hug and planting a friendly kiss on my lips. Her voice was husky and confident and had a way of making me hard with only a word.

"Hello, Rose Ferris," I replied. Gorgeous as ever with her athletic build, lightly tanned skin and wavy platinum blonde hair streaked with blue, she still wore her usually eclectic hipster style that included distressed jeans, elbow-length fingerless gloves, soft brown sunglasses that her green eyes glanced over and a black fedora.

"When you asked for my help I can't exactly say I expected a task quite this interesting," Rose said, amused.

"Disappointed?" I asked.

"Hardly," Rose replied. "Sounds like quite an adventure."

Nervously, I looked around the empty bookstore. "So, she's here?"

"Upstairs, finishing up a shift and getting in some cleanup. There's two other employees on right now, both down here. I can keep them distracted while you do whatever you need to do," Rose said. As always, her ability to plan and get things done was light years beyond my own.

"Thanks," I said.

"I'm having fun so there's no need to thank me, but if you really want to make it up to me I can think of a few ideas," she said, her voice low and promising. Her eyes darted downwards at my bulge, and I couldn't help but remember how tight and perfect her ass was. I'd had a couple days to recover from my encounter with Izzy, and I was itching for some attention.

"I'd like that. Let's figure something out soon," I said.

She kissed me again. "Better not make me wait too long."

We walked together toward the twisting wrought iron staircase at the back of the room.

"I don't know what kind of special plan you've got for me, but I feel that I should thank you for what you've already done," Rose said.

I did have a plan for her, not that I meant to share it. I asked, "For what?"

"Putting me and Brooke in the same room again," Rose said without elaboration. She didn't have to go into too much, I already knew that she'd had a falling out with many of her old friends on the cheerleading squad after she quit to follow her art.

"You two talking again?" I asked, hopeful.

"Not as much as I'd like, though in pure defiance of her stubbornness you can't say she isn't cordial. I can hope if we keep being forced into the same room, eventually we might be more than cordial again, but, you know Brooke..." Rose said, her voice hopeful but not truly optimistic sounding.

"I do know Brooke," I said as we stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Quickly, I planted another kiss on her lips, my hand dropping just enough to squeeze her ass. Rose shivered.

"It's a season of miracles, maybe it'll open Brooke's eyes too," I said.

"Maybe," Rose said.

I looked up the stairs. "Now just keep them off my back, and if you feel like praying for one of those miracles for me, I could really use one."

"Done and done, now go bring some good cheer while I enchant the rest," Rose said, patting me on the ass before turning around and sauntering back toward the front of the store. The way she swayed her ass, I knew she knew I was still watching, I just hoped she knew how much I appreciated the show.

Taking a breath, I ascended the steps to Marsters' Secondhand Books second floor.

Much like the first it was a labyrinth of high bookshelves and Christmas decorations, though it smelled more of books than coffee, and had a fair few quiet alcoves and reading rooms where people could play from the communal stack of used board games. My heart pounding as I searched for her, I nervously navigated the maze until I heard the girl humming to herself.

Inching around the corner, I got my first glimpse of Kelly van Houten.

I'd seen the pictures Lauren showed me from social media (shortly before Lauren and I began to have sex in their kitchen), and the pictures that Josie had quietly taken over the past few days. I knew that she was pretty and looked like she might've been a nice person, but because she was fucking around with Lauren's husband (an act that was breaking Lauren's heart), I was somewhat angry at this girl I'd never met from afar. It was an anger tempered by the fact that I knew I wasn't much better in this case, and that the real blame lied with Don McNeil and not Kelly, but it was still hard to shake.

Also hard to shake was her beauty. At just a shade over six feet tall, she was a slender woman in her early twenties wearing a light blue t-shirt that said "My Patronus is a Bookworm" with a Marsters' Secondhand Books nametag over her left breast and a short denim skirt. Though thin and barely an A-cup, she was undeniably all woman with the confidence she held herself and the slight flare of her hips. Her face was cute in a pixieish way, with delicate features and a smattering of freckles on her cheeks, her waist-length blonde hair held back in a single braid bouncing as she hummed enthusiastically along with the Christmas music. She was focused on putting some new old books on the shelves, and with her face screwed up in concentration I could see a definite intelligence beneath the surface and mischief in her eyes.

Mischief, and something a little like sadness, enough that I almost regretted what I had to do.

Remembering Lauren's sadness as she told me about how much her husband's affair was ruining her, though, was enough to get me to step forward.

"Kelly van Houten?" I said, holding the manila envelope Josie had given me at my side almost as if it were a talisman of strength.

She looked up at me, a slight smile on her face that quickly fell to confusion when she saw me.

"Do I know you?" she asked.

I took in a deep breath, galvanizing myself to break up an affair.

"My name is Ryan Collins. I'm a friend of the McNeil family. I'd like to talk to you a few minutes," I said.

I hadn't seen a look of fear cross someone's face so quickly since working the Halloween Scream.

***

She took it pretty well.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up," Kelly said, holding her head woozily as she sat back in the thick comfy couch of one of Marsters' private reading rooms. The black and white pictures that Josie had taken of Kelly and Don McNeil in a variety of passionate embraces and other compromising positions were spread out on the coffee table in front of her, damning evidence for sure, but enough to make her receptive to what I had to say.

"It's not that bad," I said from my seat next to her.

"Not that bad? Not that bad?" Kelly repeated.

"Nobody's blaming you in any of this. Don McNeil's done this sort of thing for years, and Lauren's been patient with it, but she's getting close to her breaking point. She's a friend of mine and has been for as long as I can remember, and I can't stand to see her that way," I said.

"Then why put this on me?" Kelly asked. "Why not give the pictures to Don or Mrs..."

"Because for her it's nothing she hasn't seen before, and for him, he'd find some way to spin it because that's the sort of thing he does. If I give these to you, and you pass along the note that's also in the envelope, he'll know that people truly know, and that if he doesn't straighten up and fly right he's going to mess up a lot of good things he's got going in life. Coming from someone like you, I think he's more likely to accept defeat and finally admit to Lauren what she's known all these years," I said.

While talking about defeating Don McNeil and getting him to recommit to his wife, I couldn't help but notice that all I'd seemed to have accomplished was defeating one Kelly van Houten. Her face, once bright and focused was now the face of a complete wreck, haunted and sad.

I couldn't let that stand, either.

"But I also don't want to put you in that position if it's one you're not willing to accept. I know I'm asking a lot and I don't know how your feelings are wrapped up in all of this, and if you don't want to help me I'll completely understand and take this all directly to him," I added quickly. This wasn't part of my initial plan, but as I was finding these days, improvisation was key.

Kelly looked down at the pictures long and hard, her eyes close to filling with tears but never quite spilling over.

"I never wanted this," Kelly whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"To be the mistress. The 'other woman.' I just wanted to get a good job out of culinary school in a new town where I could start a new life following my passion. I didn't expect having to work two extra jobs, like here, just to keep my head above water. I didn't expect to be so lonely. I didn't expect..."

"Don McNeil?" I asked.

She nodded. "I knew exactly what he was, who he was, when I started working here, but he was so nice and so goofy, and I was in a strange town where I didn't know anybody, and I respected him and because I respected him it didn't feel all that strange, and when it happened it happened, and... you know?"

"Yeah, I do know. Loneliness can lead to some weird places sometimes," I said.

"I knew he was married, and I like him, but I don't love him, but it felt so easy to fall into that I've never really put much thought into what it'd be like falling out of it. Guess I have to think like that now," she said.

"So you'll deliver the pictures and the note?" I asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it," Kelly said.

"Will there be any blowback on you?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Don's never once held his position over me. I don't think he does what he does because he wants to lord it over me like it's some power game, I think... look, you know him, he's not a great looking guy and he stumbled into a beautiful wife. I think he's worried that he got lucky and in his own way this is him trying to see if he's still got it... does that make any sense?"

"Yeah. Too much, actually," I said.

"Oh?" she said.

"I've... had a busy year," I said, not wanting to get into too much detail.

Kelly looked me up and down skeptically, but to her credit she didn't say anything. I didn't blame her because, well, if I saw a guy like me boasting about having a busy year with the ladies I'd have every reason to doubt too.

"So... yeah, in short, no, I don't see this blowing back on me," she finished.

"Good," I replied.

"It doesn't help me with the loneliness problem, but I'll find a way of dealing," she said.

"Well, you're very pretty, I doubt you'd have a hard time finding a boyfriend," I said.

Kelly laughed, a surprisingly humorless sound. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend if I'm being honest."

"You're not?" I asked.

She looked me up and down again, almost as if she was confirming I was safe to talk to. Biting her lip slightly, it looked like she made up her mind that I wasn't as dangerous as she'd first thought.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this," she said.

"You don't have to," I replied.

"No," Kelly sighed. "I think this is something I've needed to talk about for a while and I don't have anyone good to talk about it with, so I might as well talk to a stranger, even you."

"Thanks?" I said.

Kelly continued, "The last three boyfriends I had wound up being creeps, so I've sworn off serious relationships for the time being. I like it casual, but finding a good casual partner is like playing Russian roulette when you don't really know the guys that well and any of them can turn out to be creeps or worse. I thought Don was a nice compromise because he just wanted to have fun but didn't want any attachment. He's nice and sweet in his own odd way and that made him nice to be around a lot of the time, but even he was kind of settling because he didn't exactly, uh, you know..."

She trailed off, but I was getting a pretty good image of what she meant.

"Oh," I said. "OH!"

"Yeah, exactly," Kelly said, gathering the pictures back into the envelope, then checking for the note to Don I'd slipped inside. "For the sake of everyone involved, I'll break it off with Don, but unless you know a cute guy who knows how to show a girl a good time without getting crazy about it, I think I'm going back to my old maid days."

Now, this would have been a great time to leave, mostly because I'd gotten everything I wanted. Kelly van Houten had agreed to cut things off with Don and pass along the package of materials I'd gathered, even the note I'd written to him telling him that Lauren knew about him and that he should apologize and never do anything like this again. My good deed for Lauren was probably complete, why push my luck even further and risk the gains I'd made?

Well, aside from finding Kelly van Houten rather beautiful in a classic sort of way, I also felt for her and was riding a little high on success, making a move just felt right.

"You don't have to do that," I said, sliding closer to her.

She looked at me again, seeming like she was prepared to laugh. If I were in her shoes, I honestly wouldn't blame her, but I held firm with my confidence. She kept eying me, waiting for the punch line, but when the punch line didn't come skepticism took over.

"You think you can show me a good time?" she asked.

"If you're looking for a good time," I said, settling my hand on her thigh. It was only the lightest touch, squeezing her softly. I felt her tense up in a way I knew to be good, but I still needed to play this one safely.

"What makes you think you can give me a good time?" she asked, her voice lower, softer, confused but definitely intrigued.

"I know I may not look like much, but believe me when I say I've got it where it counts. None of the women I've been with, and you'd be shocked at how many there've been, have ever left me unsatisfied, partly because I've a natural affinity for 'good times' and partly because I learn from my every partner. I let them teach me what they like, becoming a better lover with every experience I have. I know I sound boastful and that I haven't put you in a position where you're certain you can trust me, but believe me when I say that if you take a chance on me, you won't regret it. Though I take a lot of pride in what my tongue can do, my fingers and my... cock are both equally skilled at dispensing the kind of pleasure you dream of," I said, my hand inching slightly higher up her thigh. Her breathing had become heavier, more ragged as I went, definitely a good sign.

"You talk a good game," Kelly admitted, her voice almost a moan.

"Thanks," I said. "Like I said, I've been learning."

"You learn well, but is talk all you've got?" she challenged, a sly smile crossing her lips.

"Well, aside from all of my aforementioned skills, I've also probably got the biggest cock you've ever seen in person. So, I've got that going for me too," I said.

Kelly laughed. "Bullshit."

Feeling confident, I took my hand from her thigh just long enough to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and pull them and my underwear down, revealing my ten inch long monster. Even though it wasn't fully hard and at full thickness yet, it definitely got the message across.

Kelly van Houten's eyes went wide. "Oh. Not bullshit."

"Not bullshit," I confirmed.

She couldn't take her eyes off of my cock, which I took to be a pretty good sign.

"I'll never say I'm what you'd call boyfriend material, but I do know how to have fun. If you're in the need for some good, no-strings-attached kind of fun, well, I'm here," I said.

Kelly thought about my offer, her mouth opening slightly, then closing so she could lick her lips.

"Here?" she asked.

"It's nice and quiet," I said.

"My co-workers..." she said, clearly reaching for any excuse.

"Your co-workers are chatting with a very good friend of mine who's very good at chatting.

"Fuck it, if you can put your money where your mouth is and make me cum with the skill you say, I'm good to go much further," she said.

"I'd honestly like to put my mouth somewhere else first," I said.

Kelly laughed, a high, pleasant laugh. "You've got confidence, I'll give you that."

That confidence was rewarded when she hiked up her short denim skirt up and over her tight little ass, revealing to me a pair of light pink panties. Clearly nervous but definitely excited, Kelly pulled the crotch of the panties aside, revealing her tight, pink little pussy lips to me with their landing strip of dark blonde pubic hair above.

"Nice," I said, sliding off the couch and crawling between her legs.

If I wasn't mistaken, I was sure she blushed. "Thanks, I- OH!"

I cut her off by leaning in, sucking fiercely on the tiny nub of her clit. I didn't go strong at first, not knowing what she did and didn't like, but the more receptive she was the easier it felt to truly dig in, sucking and licking at her pussy while I got to work sliding first one, then two fingers inside of her. At first I used them to augment what I was doing with my mouth, slowly thrusting them in and out, but after I got comfortable I started searching, curling them upward until I found that spot that made her go rigid and moan deeply.

"I see... wow... I see you know where the g-spot is," Kelly said breathlessly.

Coming up for air, I said, "It's really not that hard if you know where to look."

"Which you do," she groaned.

"Which I do," I confirmed.

"I'm quite happy for this," she said, pushing my face back into her pussy.

It was a nice invitation and one I meant to take full advantage of, digging back into her pussy with a fervor I thought she'd like.

There was a slight moment in all of this when I must admit I felt a little strange, eating out Don McNeil's mistress, but since I'd already done all that and more with his wife it didn't feel strange for all.

That Kelly's pussy was so sweet and the sounds she made even sweeter only made it easier.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she moaned, her hands tracing up her body to grab her small breasts through her shirt. "You really, god, you really know what you're doing."

"I may not be good at many things, but this is one of them," I said proudly.

"So damn good, just, please, don't stop, keep eating, keep fingering," she said.

"I wasn't planning on stopping, not until I've made you seriously cum," I said. Her response to this was a formless moan, but I took that as a good thing.

I could have hurried this along, but if she was this in need of some good sex I was going to draw it out. I could feel her getting closer, inching toward an orgasm a little at a time, coming close to the peak and then falling back as I slowed down. It created a sense of beautiful desperation in her, this flush to her skin and this aura of raw, animal sexuality that made her already pretty face drop dead gorgeous. I locked my eyes onto hers, staring into her as I continued to ravage her pussy with my mouth, waiting for my moment, waiting for her to be at the absolute peak of need, waiting for a sign...

Okay, her pulling her shirt up over her breasts and then fishing them out of her bra so she could pinch her small but rock hard nipples seemed like a good enough sign. That was enough to make me send this into overdrive. I sucked on her clit harder and harder, curling my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her harder. I no longer gave her pussy the mercy that I'd drawn it out so long with, rather, fucking her harder and harder until she was a quivering, gibbering mess, and that was before she violently came on my face. She wasn't a squirter like Izzy, and since we were at her job she was quieter than she might have been, but for the violent contractions of her body I knew it was a good cum.

"Wow, god, wow, thank you, thank you, wow..." she said, falling back onto the couch.

I moved up to sit beside her, rather pleased with what I'd done but now being increasingly driven by my rock hard cock. I gently grabbed her hand and brought it to my cock, and she didn't need much more motivation to jack my head, swirling her thumbs around in the precum and really getting me nice and slick.