Quadruple Duty

Two

KYLE

She was blonde-haired and blue-eyed — exactly the opposite type of girl I’d usually go for. Sure she had long legs, and an ass that looked great even on the barstool. But she had this incredible porcelain skin too; a complexion that was almost alabaster white. It made her features stand out in stark, angular fashion.

And if I were being honest… I liked those features too.

It was stupid of me to hit on her. Ridiculously stupid to pull her out of the bar, especially. I knew all along — even before it started — how it was destined to end. That no matter how good or magical a time we had, it could never pan out… at least not in the way we needed it to.

I decided to kiss her anyway.

It happened five blocks away, as we were walking and talking close. We’d paused for a moment — that’s all it took — our minds and expressions going utterly blank. Our faces moved in slowly, leaning inexorably toward each other as the irresistible forces of attraction and instinct took over…

I couldn’t even tell you if she was the one who planted her lips on mine, or vice versa.

The kiss was hot. Full of fire and passion and open-ended promise. Her jaw rotated slowly against mine, even as our tongues met and danced within our mouths. Most of all she smelled absolutely wonderful — like sun, or coconut, or a windswept beach.

Wow…

And I couldn’t get enough of her hair! It was so incredibly long, so unimaginably soft… I couldn’t stop sifting my fingers through those golden ringlets, getting my hands lost in it as I crushed her body against mine.

As our kiss went on I pulled her from the sidewalk, into the relative privacy of the nearest alcove. Our bodies melded against one another’s beneath the overhang, her hands going delicately to the sides of my face. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful creature in the world, looking back at me with those ocean-blue eyes as she kissed me, over and over, while cooing softly into my mouth.

Holy shit I’m screwed.

I knew it right away. Knew it without having to even consider it. This girl who hadn’t been there to meet me. Who hadn’t even the slightest clue what I was, or what I wanted, or what was needed before I could even consider seeing her again.

And yet… at the same time, I didn’t care. It was wholly liberating, kissing this beautiful blonde goddess. Feeling the rising heat of her thighs pressed against mine, as our hands found each other’s and our fingers interlocked.

I savored the feeling of being close with someone again. Of just holding them. Of letting my body take pleasure in the intimacy of theirs, even as my mind spun out into oblivion, absolving me of all future responsibility.

When it was finished we were both left breathless. She was adorable there in the alcove, her chest heaving, the sudden rush of blood making her cheeks red, her lips even fuller than they already were. I took her by the hand and led her down a sidestreet, into a little park I knew was well-lit yet secluded from the foot traffic of the main avenue.

We ended up on a bench, still holding hands. Staring at each other with those carnivorous eyes, the ones that promised another explosion of passion at any moment.

“Sammara is a kickass name by the way,” I said, before I was forced to kiss her again.

She blushed. “Thanks. I still don’t know yours though.”

“It’s Kyle.”

“Ah… hi Kyle.”

“Go on, you can say it. Kyle is a shitty name.”

She full on laughed at that, and in her laughter she looked even more gorgeous.

“So tell me Sammara,” I went on. “How the hell is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”

She paused for a moment before answering. “Umm… because guys suck?”

“Most of us do,” I agreed. “Yeah.”

She giggled. “At least you’re honest.”

“Unless I’m lying,” I replied. “You know, just saying what you want to hear, so I can get into your pants.”

Her eyes went wide. “Shit, you’re gonna be honest about that too?”