22. Ryan
22
RYAN
A fter that kiss, I was undone. Even a peck on the cheek made my blood start pumping, and the way Helen encouraged it only proved one thing. She wasn't a total stick in the mud. I almost threw caution to the wind as we all stood and watched the magic of the tree lighting together. Walter remarked how thankful he was to be alive and to have this Christmas season to share with his family, and I got the sense that he was beginning to have a shift in his thinking.
But when Carrie seemed to shy away from me the rest of the evening, I got the sense that either she wasn't ready for that bold confession or she was having second thoughts. My insecurity kicked into overdrive, and I just decided it wasn't the time. I couldn't spring that on her like that without at least giving her a heads up. It was her family. Walt was just a friend to me.
I paced in front of my fireplace, now decorated for Christmas with some garland and sprigs of holly and ivy. I'd finally gotten into the mood and decided to put up some decorations of my own. Being around Helen, Walter, and Carrie had me really thinking about the important things in life like family and tradition. I noticed that they had a few strong ones, things I'd never established in my life.
It made me think about how much Carrie cared for her parents and how she'd given up a month of work to come and be with Walter and to help Helen. I didn't even have a wife to care for me, let alone children. And one day, I was going to be old and grumpy just like Walter, not that he was that much older than me, but time never stood still. I knew I had to change things in my life. Otherwise, I'd end up old and alone, and if I had a stroke or something worse happened, who would take care of me? Who would even care at all?
All the ruminating made me feel cagey and worked up. That kiss stirred my desire for Carrie, but there hadn't even been a way for me to slip in any kind of invitation for alone time. There weren't any pressing volunteer needs. I didn't have any excuse to get her alone, and she'd ridden with her parents to the ceremony. My desire for her at the time had to be put on hold, but now it was overwhelming me. I felt like I was going to go mad with lust.
I pulled my phone out and glanced at the time. Ten o'clock was creeping closer, and I knew Helen and Walter were probably asleep by now. I didn't know, however, whether Carrie was still awake or if she was, whether she'd even respond to a message. I was stir crazy, a caged lion. If I didn’t get some relief, I'd never sleep, so I sent a message hoping for a response.
Ryan 9:52 PM: You awake?
I waited a few seconds, staring at the screen, and three dots rolled along the bottom under the messages in our chat. She was responding, which made my heart race a little and my dick throb even more. I was slowly becoming rock hard.
Carrie 9:52 PM: Yeah, why? I just climbed into bed.
It made my pulse increase and the blood whirred past my eardrums.
Ryan 9:53 PM: Come over. You have no idea how bad I want you right now.
I figured being direct and to the point was the best option I had. We'd never been anything but honest with each other, and just having a conversation with her would only make my arousal worse.
Carrie 9:54 PM: I don't know, Ryan. Mom and Dad might hear me get the keys…
Her slower response, coupled with the words of her message, discouraged me. The excuse wasn't, "I'm tired" or, "I don't want to." So maybe she was just really concerned about Helen and Walter. I heard people whispering about us at the tree lighting too. I knew what people were saying, and had they said it even a smidgen louder, one of Carrie's parents would have heard. That was a lot of pressure on her shoulders. She probably felt really anxious.
Ryan 9:55 PM: Then I'll come to you…
I hit Send and moved toward the door without waiting for a response. If I got there and she didn’t let me in, I'd just drive home. But I had to do something. The brief interaction through text messages showed me this wasn't just physical arousal. My soul thirsted to be near her, to see her smile and hear her voice. I wanted her in my arms where I could kiss her forehead and hear her heart beating.
I drove to Walter's house and parked out front. Only then did I stop to look at the slew of messages she sent while I was driving. There were four of them, one more hesitant than the previous.
Carrie 9:57 PM: I don't know, Ryan. It might not be a good idea.
Carrie 9:59 PM: Mom and Dad only just laid down. I think maybe we should try another time.
Carrie 10:04 PM: Why aren't you responding? You’re not driving here, are you?
Carrie 10:07 PM: Ryan, please…
I grinned at the messages and responded right away.
Ryan 10:09 PM: I'm out front. I'll use the hide-a-key. Stay in bed. Take your clothes off.
I turned my phone to silent mode and left it on the center console of the car, then made my way to the house. All the lights were off, and I naturally assumed Helen and Walter were sleeping. Though, I did still have a bit of anxiety about this. I found the hide-a-key under the fake rock behind the bushes where I'd discovered it while hanging lights, and I let myself in.
I was as quiet as possible, even taking off my shoes and carrying them with me so they didn't make a sound on the wood flooring. The stairs creaked a little as I ascended, and I made a mental note to be more cautious on the way back down. I tiptoed to Carrie's bedroom door and tapped on it. It sprang open and I grinned. She'd left it unlatched for me, which hopefully meant she wasn't upset about my sneaking in to see her.
I walked into the darkness and set my shoes on the floor, then shut and locked the door. I couldn't see a thing. It was pitch black. But I heard her whisper.
"You're insane…" And then I heard her snicker.
I shed my coat and left it lying on the floor, then undid my pants and shucked them along with my shirt. Then my socks and boxers went and I was naked and again beginning to swell.
"You're sexy, and I can't stop thinking of you." My eyes adjusted to the darkness after being blinded by the holiday lights outside and then the light in the kitchen. I could make out the outline of the bed, so I moved in that direction.
"There is such a thing as self-pleasure," she chortled, and I felt the bed for the edge of the comforter, then folded it back and slid in next to her.
"But when you're dating a woman as attractive as you, self-pleasure doesn't even begin to help."
Finally, I felt the warmth of her body as she snuggled next to me. I was so turned on to notice the fact that she'd obeyed my wishes. She was completely naked, and she tangled her limbs between mine as I curled around her.
"Ah, I see… Well, since you're here…" Her lips found mine in the pitch black, and I kissed her hard.
The past week of abstinence and denied lust boiled over and the kisses intensified, tongues wrestling for dominance. Fingernails raked my back as I palmed her breasts, squeezing them roughly before finding her soaking wet center. Her moans and mewls of pleasure were music to my ears, and I couldn't believe we were actually doing this. I felt like a teenager sneaking into his girlfriend’s house.
"God, this is so hot," she breathed.
"Hell yes," I said, silencing her with another kiss, one hand continuing to explore her folds while my other hand moved down to grip my hardening length. I was so hard it was painful, like my skin would split and I’d burst open with desire.
We settled into a rhythm, our hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other's body, and soon, we were both panting and moaning, unable to contain our growing lust. I rolled on top of her as she spread her legs, inviting me in, and when my dick pushed into her, she hissed and arched her hips up to meet my thrust.
“God, Carrie, I needed this so bad,” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Harder, oh, God, harder,” she demanded, and I obliged, losing myself in the pleasure of her tight muscles enveloping me. I pounded into her, our hips slapping together, our stifled moans echoing off the walls of her room as we both teetered on the edge of orgasm. But it was too fast, too sudden. I wanted it to last now, not rush by me in a fleeting second. Then I’d have to leave, and I didn’t want to leave. I slowed my thrusts and kissed her harder again. She mewled into my mouth, and I felt her pussy clench around me as I backed away, trailing kisses over her jaw.
“Mmm, I wanna slow down and take my time to enjoy you,” I told her, placing one kiss after another as I backed away. I found a nipple and bit gently, and she hissed, but her fingers tangled through my hair, encouraging me.
“Oh, God, yes, eat me…”
I smiled, glad she was on the same page as me, and continued my journey down her body, stopping to pay homage to each nipple before moving southward. I teased her hot core with my tongue, lapping up the nectar that pooled there before plunging my tongue inside her. She tasted sweet, like a drug. I feasted, licking and sucking and nibbling at her pussy until she was whimpering my name and begging for more. I obliged, sliding two fingers inside her as I sucked on her clit.
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck, don’t stop!” she moaned, and my body grew taut with awareness of how much noise she was making. I shushed her, but she was already there. Carrie came apart in my mouth, her fingers knotted in the sheets as she writhed and bucked. My fingers plunged into her over and over as she rode out the orgasm and ground against my face. My heart and mind were in heaven. Being close to her was everything. But my dick was still screaming for relief as I pulled away and wiped my mouth. God, I needed this.