Page 5 of Kayden: The Past
“Thanks, Mindy. You look beautiful, as usual,” I said. I leaned over, pretending to fix something on my shoe, and as I started to sit up, I brushed the skin on her ankle with my fingers. I could see her body react out of the corner of my eye.Yeah, I had her.“How’s school? What are you studying, again?”
“It’s good. I’m studying fashion design at the Art Institute. I have two more years before I can finally break into the field. I’ve been…” I tuned out at that point. She may have been beautiful, but she was boring as fuck and totally self-absorbed. “What are you going to do, Kayden?”
“I have an interview with a cell phone company to be a salesman,” I replied. I was excited for the chance to work in sales. I knew it could be a lucrative career. Cell phones were becoming popular, and I knew it was the next big thing—something everyone would have to have.
“They’re too pricey for me. Maybe when I make it big in the fashion industry… Perhaps you can hook me up,” she said.
“I’d love to hook up with you.” I winked at her, and redness filled her cheeks.
I sat with Mindy and her friends for a while and let them talk about college and the parties they attended. As Mindy spoke, she touched my arm, eventually holding on to my bicep. I flexed it a couple of times, and her grip would increase slightly. The rest of the girls slowly grew bored and left until it was just the two of us.
“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” I asked, slyly grinning at her.
“I’d love to,” she said.
I didn’t waste a moment. I stood up and helped her to her feet. “Where ya wanna go, babe?” I asked.
“Let’s go in the woods. It’s dark and private,” she said as she began to walk in that direction. She was a little eager judging by the speed at which she moved.
I grabbed her by the wrist. “Not so fast. Walk slower so we don’t draw so much attention.” I placed my fingertips on the bare skin of her back. She wore a cute little belly shirt and jean shorts.
“You’re right, I wasn’t thinking.” From what I knew of Mindy, she rarely ever had a thought that didn’t involve material possessions or her vanity. We passed by a shed that was nestled only a couple of feet into the woods. Her parents stored all the power tools to keep the yard neat and tidy in the small wooden building.
“Let’s go behind the shed…more privacy,” I said, moving my eyebrows up and down. She didn’t respond verbally, but she turned around with a smile and walked behind the shed. She faced me, waiting. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and stared into her eyes. “You want me?”
“Yes,” she said, all breathy and filled with longing, and she placed her hand on my hip. “More than anything right now.”
I crushed my lips to hers, smashing her body into the back of the shed. I grabbed her lip with my teeth and sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue along the smooth, sweet skin. She moaned from the sensation, going limp beneath my hands. I placed my leg between her knees, forcing them apart. I moved my knee up slowly, making contact with her sweet spot. I could hear her breathing change, and her body twitched. I ravaged her mouth, searching it with my tongue as if looking for a lost treasure. I’d kissed plenty of girls over the last four years. I had this shit down pat. I pulled her body into mine, increasing the pressure she felt against my leg.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I slowly moved my hand from her naked back to her smooth stomach. I could feel goose bumps break out across her skin. I placed my hand against her ribs and brushed my thumb along the underside of her breast—she didn’t have on a bra. I increased the pressure and strokes of my thumb as my kiss grew deeper and more demanding. I waited to see if she’d tell me to stop, but she only gave in more, moving into my touch. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, scraping her teeth against it as I drew it back into my mouth. My cock grew hard, and my balls tingled at the sensation. I wanted to feel my cock in her mouth, buried balls deep down her throat. I cupped her breast, running the tip of my thumb across her nipple as I moved my knee out, dragging it across her skin. The friction of her jeans and my knee caused a moan louder than I wanted to escape.
I broke the kiss, “Shh, Mindy,” I said as I placed my finger against her lips.
“Sorry, it felt so good, and I want you so bad, Kayden.”
“Suck my cock, and I’ll give you more than you can handle,” I said, tilting my head and waiting for an answer. I didn’t need words. The full moon helped illuminate her face, and I could see her pupils were dilated, and she was ready to give me what I wanted.
She shifted, and I removed my leg, letting her feet touch the ground. She dropped to her knees without a word of protest. “Unzip me,” I said. She looked up at me, surprised by the tone in my voice. It was a demand and not a suggestion. Her fingers fumbled with my zipper before sliding it down slowly. “Pull down my pants slightly, Mindy.” Her fingertips touched my side as she reached inside my jeans to slide them down my leg. As the jeans moved partially down my thigh, my cock sprang free. The look on her face was priceless. It didn’t even come close to matching the look when she’d first seen me tonight. At this moment, she looked scared at my size. “You can do it, Mindy. Look how hard I am for you, how much I want you.”
She palmed it in her hands, barely able to touch her fingertips together. She timidly licked the tip as if checking the flavor of a lollipop. My cock was like a Tootsie Pop. I had a surprise for her after we found out how many licks it took to get to the center or my end. She drew her tongue back into her mouth, looking up at me, probably hoping I’d change my mind. I shifted my hips, moving my cock closer to her, giving her the hint or encouragement she needed to continue.
She opened her mouth and moved toward my cock, placing it against her lips. I stared down at her. I could see her breasts through her top and her blond hair moving in the breeze. I’d waited years to feel her lips on my body, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, causing an uncontrollable shudder to run down my body. She slowly moved her lips up and down my cock, never deep enough to tap the back of her throat. I ran my fingers through her blond hair, playing with it, tangling it between my digits. She grabbed a little tighter with her hand, making sure to use it as a barrier not to take me too deep. I stood there, feet planted shoulder-width apart and became lost in the ecstasy. This obviously wasn’t her first blow job. She knew the tricks. I let her work my cock for few minutes, enjoying the softness of her tongue on the sweet spot underneath. I wanted deeper. I wanted to possess her mouth…wanted to fuck her face.
“No hands, Mindy. Put them on your knees,” I said. Her eyes shot up at me in a question without words, my cock still in her mouth. I was so close to coming from the innocent look in her eye, but I needed to control her. Her hand slipped off my cock, and she placed them both on her knees. I gripped her hair and began to move—slowly at first, giving her a sense of security and false comfort. The tighter my body grew, the tighter my fingers gripped her hair, moving back toward her crown to give me better control. I pulled her by her hair, moving my hips forward and causing my tip to tap the back of her throat. I withdrew quickly, hoping I didn’t scare her off. I did it again, but this time, I jammed it as far down her throat as I could. She gagged, and I could feel her throat muscles close against my cock as she tried to breathe and swallow. I pulled it out again, granting her a moment of reprieve.
“That feels so good, baby,” I said in reassurance before repeating the movement. Drool ran out of her mouth and glistened on her chin. Every time my cock was buried in her mouth, her eyes would bulge out in shock, but she never said stop or made any motion for me to do so. My legs began to tremble as my balls tightened and my cock grew larger, more rigid in her wet, sweet mouth. I let go of her hair, letting her control the pace and depth. “I’m so close,” I said, giving her a warning. “I want to come in your mouth.”
She sucked more feverishly…wanting my orgasm or praying for it to end. My body shook as warm liquid spilled from my body and into her mouth. She sucked it all, keeping the quick pace I had set earlier. She gagged slightly each time she pulled me into her mouth, while my cock kept giving her my seed. I moaned because a blow job had never felt so good. I removed my cock, my legs shaky and unsteady, and watched her as she licked her lips and swallowed everything I gave her. I grabbed my jeans, tucking in my cock as I brought them up around my waist. “Thanks, babe, that was fucking fantastic,” I said.
She stood up and looked as excited as a kid waiting for their favorite ride at Geauga Lake, a nearby amusement park. I made no move to touch her, and I started to walk away, “Hey, where ya going?” she asked. “What about me?”
“I’m sure someone here would be happy to give you what you want. I got what I was looking for, babe.”
“You had me suck your cock, and you’re just going to fucking leave me here?” she asked, glaring at me with hatred so pure I could almost feel the fist she wanted to hit me with.
“I got what I came for. You were a total bitch to me for years. You don’t deserve what I’d give, how good I’d fuck you,” I said with my arms crossed over my chest.
“You’re a total cocksucker, Kayden,” she said, poking me in the chest with each word to drive the point home.
“No, that would be you, babe,” I said with a smile. “Oh, and by the way, you have a little on your chin,” I said, pointing at her face and chuckling softly at the situation. I watched as she wiped her chin, and I turned and walked away, leaving her there like she deserved.
I left Mindy out of the story of my life when I sat down and started to tell Sophia about my high school years. It’s not one of my shining moments, nor is it who I am today. It was a total dick move, but fuck, she was a bitch and deserved being used and thrown away.
We all knew those girls in high school. The mean ones who think their shit doesn’t stink and they have the right to treat everyone like they’re disposable. Mindy is one of those girls. She never liked me or gave me the time of day until she came back home for our graduation. I knew when she saw me, the man I had grown into, that she’d be nice and friendly. She got every bit of what she deserved.
The rest of my youth had been filled with more dumb-ass decisions that caused problems at home. My dad was a dick who thought that using a belt was the best way to “correct” my behavior. Major FAIL. It all ended when he learned that I was bigger, quicker, and stronger than he was. I wouldn’t have hit him, but I wasn’t going to sit by and take his bullshit any longer. My mom and I were better off without him. She found Joe, a loving man, and he became my father, the one I looked to for advice as I grew up and learned how to become a man. My real father became more and more absent from my life. He left me behind. I may not have always agreed with him, but to be left behind and feel forgotten is not something anyone wants to feel during their life.
