Shaving cream covers the scruff that has grown the past few days. Today, I’m taking Kennedy to meet my grandmother, and after we’ll be flying to Wyoming to get away from everything. It’ll be Kennedy and I, out in the middle of nowhere completely unplugged and getting to know each other. We already know we’re sexually compatible, but we haven’t been able to date and get to know each other like other couples. For us, things have been backwards and it’s time to change that.

To say this is a huge step would be an understatement. I’ve only ever brought home girls; never a woman and never someone like Kennedy. She’s everything that my grandma looks for in a partner for me: smart, educated, and beautiful. Not to mention she overlooks my temporary career choice and I know Kennedy won’t tell my grandmother what I’ve been doing to earn money for school. As far as grandma knows, I’ve taken out loans to pay for schooling. I never wanted her to drain her retirement to help me out. My career is my burden.

As the razor slides down my face, I hear a slight moan coming from my left. The smile that spreads across my face is unstoppable as Kennedy steps into the bathroom. She’s dressed casually, but still in a dress. I think she likes to torment me with the easy access her normal attire allows for. I also think she likes the notion that I won’t hesitate to bend her over and fuck her senseless if the opportunity presents itself.

Kennedy steps in between the sink and I, pushing her ass up onto the counter. Her legs straddle my hips, giving my towel-covered dick direct line of sight to the place he loves being. That’s how strong my desire is for her. It’s an around the clock ache that only grows stronger when she’s near. Working with her, while it’s been a pleasure, has also been agonizing. Her large cherry desk is ripe for a good fucking and one of these days it’s going to happen.

“I can’t shave if you’re sitting like this,” I tell her as I try to find an angle within the mirror that works for me.

“I don’t want you to shave,” she replies as her hands roam over my chest.

Letting out a small chuckle, I place my forehead to hers. “You like the feel of my stubble when I’m going down on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she barely whispers as her fingers ghost over my chest.

And just like that her breathing changes as her heart rate picks up. Kennedy’s body is so expressive and telling. I know when she likes something, when she wants more and how she wants it done. I can’t imagine what her ex was thinking not wanting to be with her when I can’t get enough. One simple touch and her skin pebbles, her nipples harden, and within seconds she’s trying to cross her legs for friction.

“I promise not to shave after today for a week.”

“Don’t shave now.”

I drop my razor and trail my hands up her dress, pushing it up as I go. I don’t know if she came in here with a purpose or not. I honestly don’t care. When it comes to her I’m insatiable and that’s something I’ve never experienced.

“No panties, Kennedy. Are you trying to kill me at lunch today? How long do you think it’d take me to find out you were naked under this dress?” I ask as my finger slides in between her folds. “You’re supposed to be the more mature one in our relationship, and here you are about to meet my grandma without any underwear on. Were you hoping I’d fuck you in my childhood bed? Let you sit on my face while you admired my trophies?”

Before she can answer my fingers slip in and my thumb finds her clit. Her head slams back into the mirror as she arches her back for better access.

“I can’t help it,” she moans as my hand thrusts between her legs. I quickly whip my towel off and clean off my face as fast as I can before dropping to my knees and pulling her forward. Once my tongue swipes at her wet center, I’m frenzied and feasting on her as if it was my last meal.

Her hands grip my hair and the heels of her feet dig into my back, holding me in place. Even if I wanted to move, she wouldn’t allow it, not until she’s come all over my face.

“Hunter,” she mutters over and over as my tongue and mouth work her clit and my fingers press into her g-spot. I stroke my cock, wishing like hell I could be inside her. We don’t have time for sex, not even a quickie, so it’s the best thing I got right now.

“I’m coming,” she yells out, pushing my head even deeper between her legs. As her pussy squeezes my finger, I groan against her core and buck into my hand as I release.

I kiss my way out from under her dress and find a satisfied but still hungry Kennedy staring me down. She reaches for me, but I shake my head.

“It’s only fair,” she says. Color me a fool, but what dumb ass passes up a blowjob? This one! That’s who.

Reaching for the towel, I cover myself back up. “Any other time and I’d welcome the sight of you on your knees with my cock down your throat, but we’re going to be late.”

“I think that’s the problem in our relationship.”

“I wasn’t aware we had any problems,” I state, blanching at her words.

Kennedy puts her hands up and shakes her head. “No, you misunderstand. What I mean is, I can function normally when I’m around you … most of the time. I can tell myself there’s a time and place for us to be intimate, but then I think about you all the time. I see you standing here in a towel, shaving and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen since I saw you reading the newspaper in bed. All I can think about is being with you, feeling you inside me.” She smiles and bites her bottom lip. “But what really gets me is the way you speak. No one’s ever talked dirty to me the way you do.”

I stand there for a second, loving the way I can make her blush. She does it all the time when I say dirty things to her. “Do you want me to stop talking?”

“God, no. I think it’s hot.”

“Even the part where I said I want to see you on your knees with my cock down your throat?”

Giggling, she throws her arms around my neck. “Even that part. Sometimes I wish you weren’t so damn sexy though. I’ve seen the way other women look at you.”

I hold her tight. “You have nothing to worry about, Kennedy. This me you’re seeing, is because of you. I’ve never been like this with anyone else and I sure as hell am not interested in anyone other than you. When I’m near you, I’m hard. When I think about you, I’m hard. My dick is in a perpetual state of being erect and I should probably seek medical attention. I’m all yours, baby.”

“You sure?”

I press my body against hers so she can feel what she does to me. “Positive. My body craves you.”

She pulls me into a kiss, opening her lips so I can taste her. “My body craves you too, Hunter. Only you.”

 

 

“Are you nervous?” I ask Kennedy, who seems to be fidgeting with her hair.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“What if your grandma doesn’t like me?”

“I like you. Fuck, I more than like you, and my grandmother is going to love you.”

She looks at me and tries to smile, but worry is written all over her face. When we get to a stoplight, I lean over and kiss her until the car behind me starts honking.

Once we pull into the driveway, I kiss her again, hoping to ease her anxiety. “Are you ready?”

She nods, but says, “No.”

As soon as I’m out of the car, I’m hustling over to open her door for her. I begged her to put panties on after our impromptu face-fucking session in the bathroom. She’s a damn tease, but finally relented. I’m tempted enough as is just being near Kennedy.

With her hand in mine, we walk to the backdoor and onto the screened in porch. Iced-tea with three glasses and a tray of cookies are sitting out. I squeeze her hand at the sight, hoping she understands how excited my grandma is.

“Gram,” I call out as we enter the kitchen.

“In here, Hunter,” she says from the living room. When we walk in, she’s carrying an armful of photo albums.

“What are you doing?” I ask, taking them from her.

“I thought I’d show your lady friend your photos.”

My face turns red. “Um, why?”

“Because you said you were falling in love with her and think she’s the one, so I figured I’d show her how adorable you were as a little boy.” She pinches my cheeks and laughs before sidestepping me and introducing herself to Kennedy.

“I’m Louisa, but you can call me Lou.”

“I’m Kennedy,” she replies with a smile so bright that it warms my heart. Any anxiety she was feeling before we stepped in is now gone.

“Come on, let’s chat on the back porch. This old house gets rather stuffy.”

Kennedy winks at me over her shoulder as she follows my grandma out. An insurmountable feeling of dread washes over me as I tail behind them.

“Gram, aren’t we going to be late for lunch?”

“Oh no, you’re going to grill for us. Besides, it’s not every day you bring home a young woman for me to meet.”

“But I shaved,” I whine as I make eye contact with Kennedy. Her face pales before her cheeks turn red.

“Well I’m sure your miss likes a clean-shaven face. Don’t want to give her a burn.”

Kennedy’s eyes go wide as I start to laugh. My grandmother is oblivious to the hidden meaning behind her words. As soon as I set the books down, I lean into Kennedy and whisper, “I guess you’ll never wonder where my dirty mouth comes from.”

She slaps my chest and pushes me away, focusing her attention on my grandma. Once the tea is poured, the three of us take seats on the wicker furniture that my grandmother made me drive all over the great state of Washington hunting for a few summers ago.

“Tell me, Kennedy, what do you do for work?”

She looks at me and I shrug. All I told my gram was that I met someone who I was falling in love with and it was time for them to meet. I left out the details on how we met because I didn’t know what to say and it wasn’t like I could call her back after I conferred with Kennedy on what our story is going to be.

“I’m a lawyer. I have a family law practice downtown.”

“Oh, my Hunter is going to be a lawyer.”

“I know, that’s how we met.”

My grandmother eyes me warily and looks at Kennedy questionably.

“Gram, Kennedy was on campus and I bumped into her, spilling her coffee all over her. I did the honorable thing and took her out for a new drink and we hit it off.” The lie falls easily. The last thing I want is for my grandmother to think any improprieties happened because of Kennedy. If anything, I’m the one to blame. I pursued her. She said no and I still went after her because I knew we had something worth fighting for. I knew from the minute I saw her in the club.

“Hunter is very clumsy sometimes,” Gram says much to my relief.

“What can I say, it’s like I fell right into her.”

Kennedy shoots me a dirty look, catching the meaning behind my words. I smile and wink thinking I have the upper hand until my gram pulls out the photo albums.

“I think this is my cue to go admire my trophies.” I kiss Kennedy on her forehead and my grandmother on her cheek before taking my exit. There are photos of my parents in those books and sometimes they’re hard to look at, especially now. I’d give anything to introduce my parents to Kennedy. I know my mom would’ve loved her, although she might have a problem with the age difference. Honestly, I don’t even notice it. I love that she’s older. She knows what she wants out of life and isn’t pussyfooting around trying to find herself.

Inside my room is exactly how I left it before moving into the dorms. I never came home during the summer, opting to work and take summer classes because I wanted to be ahead of the game. I’m not lying about the trophies. My grandfather had built me some shelves before he passed away so I could display them.

There’s a picture of my parents and I sitting on the shelf. It’s the last one before they died in the car accident. Picking it up, I take it over to my bed. The people staring back at me hold very few memories. Each year another memory fades and I can only recall something if a story is told. Family reunions are the worst. Everyone I know has spent more time with my parents than I did and they have these amazing stories about them, but in the end it’s heartbreak for me and my gram because they’re not here.

Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s my parents on the porch with Kennedy and wonder what my dad would think of her. Would he find her attractive? Would my mom have a problem with the age difference?

All I know is that looking at those pictures brings out a side of me I’m not ready for Kennedy to see because I’m afraid she won’t understand.