Three:
"Come on in, Tommy!" Kim called out from the small kitchen upon hearing the knock at her door.
"How'd you know it was me?" her fiancé asked as he entered the cozy apartment. He stripped off his bike helmet and gloves and strode into the kitchen, giving his sweetheart a hasty peck on the cheek.
"I'd know your knock anywhere," she teased, disappointed that his greeting was so lukewarm. After all, they hadn't seen each other in over a month. However, she shoved the thought aside as she let her gaze roam over her lover's tall frame, appreciating the way his tan peeked through his mesh t-shirt and the way his Spandex shorts hugged his buns as he bent over to retrieve a bottle of water from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. He removed his ponytail holder and shook out his long locks. Kim unconsciously licked her lips; Tommy looked deliciously disheveled. However, when he noticed her inviting once-over, he seemed uncomfortable. The furrow in Kim's brow deepened.
"Forget your key?" she continued as if nothing was amiss.
"These shorts don't have pockets in them," Tommy said ruefully.
Which meant that his keys and his waistpack were locked in his truck. This wasn't the first time he'd forgotten to put his keys someplace where he could access them. She'd have to drive out to wherever he left his vehicle and use her spare to get it open. She wondered if he had ridden his bike to her place or if Jason had brought him over. Kim sighed. He was still the same old lovably forgetful Tommy. At least he had enough sense to give her his extra set.
"Something smells good," Tommy murmured, inhaling deeply and eyeing the pots on the stove. "I'm starved."
No small wonder, considering he and Jason had been out mountain biking all day. Besides, Tommy loved coming home to her cooking after being on the road. It still amazed her that she would enjoy being so domestic... she'd never cared much for cooking when she'd been in high school or lived in Florida, but then, she'd never had anyone who really appreciated her efforts—even when it only amounted to grilled cheese sandwhiches and tomato soup.
"I have a turkey breast in the oven," Kim said in response to his unasked question about the menu. "I'm working on the stuffing now."
"Tell you what. Let me grab a quick shower, and I'll give you a hand," he offered.
"I'll save the onions for you," she murmured as she watched him disappear down the hall. For several moments after the bathroom door had closed behind her long-haired love, Kim leaned against the wall, gazing after him speculatively. Something was bugging Tommy big time, and she had a pretty good guess as to what it was: Jason.
It had been quite a while since Tommy had shown any noticeable interest in his best friend since they'd first become intimate. Oh, she knew he was still plenty turned on by other men; she had caught the covert glances, the occasional magazine and his cache of naughty pictures—not to mention the few times she'd woke up in the middle of the night to find him calling out Jason's name while in the grip of a dream. However, he'd been down-playing his attraction. The question was why. For her benefit? He had to know that she didn't mind. How many times would she have to tell him that she didn't want him denying that part of himself before he believed her?
She didn't mind him looking (heck, she was as guilty of scoping out cute guys as he was); nor did she feel threatened by his interest in Jason or the others. She knew Tommy wasn't going to leave her for another man. That's what the ring on her finger was all about. It worried her more when he didn't look or dream or drool; it meant he wasn't being honest with her or with himself.
Smiling, she shook her head and slipped back into the kitchen to turn the oven down. Then, she headed for the bathroom. It was time they had a little talk.
~*~
Tommy stood under the pounding spray, but the frigid water had done little to cool the fire in his blood. His entire body was awash in the most acute state of arousal he could remember for a long time. He'd been so tempted to take advantage of Kimberly's hungry interest in the kitchen, but he couldn't in good conscience. Anything they would have done would have been a lie because he would have been making love to her as a substitute for Jason, and he had promised himself he wouldn't do that to her.
Why does Jason have to get to me so much? Why can't I find somebody else to lust after? Tommy sighed to himself. Sometimes, his more-than-fraternal feelings for his best friend seemed to get in the way. He enjoyed spending time with his long-time friend simply because of the camaraderie they shared, but when his libido got the better of him, he seemed to spend more time trying to damp his emotions down than anything else, which sucked the fun out of being with Jason.
And why couldn't Emily have gotten him interested in something that required bulky clothing—like skiing!
Jason's former girlfriend had had a fondness for bike riding (Tommy often wondered if she'd always possessed it or if it had come from running with that biker crowd when she first came to Angel Grove), and she has passed the interest on to Jason while they'd been dating. However, in spite of their split, the one-time Gold Ranger had stuck with the sport.
Or at the very least, why couldn't Jason wear sweatpants instead of those skintight shorts. Damn!
Tommy wished the cold shower would take the edge off his excitement. He didn't exactly feel comfortable fantasizing about his best bud and masturbating while in Kim's bathroom. He supposed he didn't need to feel self-conscious about his attraction to his broad-shouldered, dark-eyed friend; Kimberly was always assuring him that she understood, but hadn't he already taxed the limits of her patience with him? He just didn't want to give her any reason to regret agreeing to marry him.
As he reached for the soap, Tommy hoped that the chilly water would settle him down before he turned blue. He hated cold showers!
~*~
Kimberly hesitated a moment outside the bathroom door. She pressed her ear to the wooden partition, listening for the sounds of running water. Then, she knocked.
"Tommy?" she called out tentatively. He wouldn't think too much of her interrupting him in the shower. After all, there were times when one just could not wait.
"All clear!" he called back.
As expected, the door was not locked. Upon entering the bathroom, Kim was met with further evidence that the cause of Tommy's disquiet was hormonal. There was no roiling cloud of steam to greet her. The man loved hot showers.
"Want some help washing your back?" she offered seductively. However, if he took her up on it, he'd better turn up the water temperature; she wasn't going to freeze to death!
"Uh... that's okay; I'm almost done," he declined, his voice catching with hesitancy.
There was a rustle of the curtain at the faucet end of the tub, and Kimberly smiled. She was willing to bet Tommy cranked up the hot water just on the off chance that she ignored his refusal. He knew her better than she liked to admit sometimes.
"So, how was your bike ride?" she queried casually as she tugged her t-shirt out of her shorts and tossed it aside. She had an idea as to just how to deal with this mood of Tommy's.
"Quite a work-out, but a lot of fun," Tommy replied noncommittally.
"I bet it was," she responding knowingly. "I think I'd liked to have been there."
"You would? I thought you hated bike treks."
"Yeah, but it'd have been a great opportunity to scope out the pair of you," she continued, adding her shorts to the pile of garments. "I bet Jason was really something today."
"W-what do you mean?" Tommy gulped.
"He was wearing black bike shorts, just like you, right?"
"Uh huh...."
"I've seen him in those things... he is so hot when he wears them. I mean, that stretchy fabric clings to every curve of his tight, yummy tush," Kim gushed, laying it on as thick as she had ever raved about Tommy to Trini and Aisha. She was just glad Tommy couldn't see that she was on the verge of busting out laughing. That would have spoiled everything!
"You can see every ripple of muscle, every cute dimple in his cheeks.... Mmm... what I wouldn't give to run my hands all over that gorgeous butt of his."
Inside the shower, Tommy bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
Kimberly Ann, what are you trying to do to me! he gritted out silently. It was all too easy to picture the scene she was describing. It had taken every ounce of his will power this afternoon to keep his hands to himself.
Beyond the curtain, Kimberly purred loudly to mask a giggle. She was pretty sure she had caught the sound of Tommy's soft moan over the splash of the water. It was so hard to continue her recitation; she hadn't waxed rhapsodic about Jason like this since junior high! Even so, she went on spinning the fantasy for Tommy, pitching her voice so it was deep, breathy and sexy.
"I wouldn't have minded riding single file behind him up those trails. Oh, to have been his bike seat all wedged up nice and tight between those sweet cheeks...."
Tommy felt his knees getting weak and sagged against the tiled wall for support. However, his feet slipped, and he slammed against it with a loud 'thud.'
Man, if she doesn't stop it.... He was so hard now he was on the verge of exploding. If Kim kept it up, he'd be jerking off before too long!
"Although," Kim drawled lazily, pleased with the reaction she knew she was getting, even though she couldn't see it. She had to admit that her sexy monologue was beginning to get to her. She felt a tingling warmth spreading out from the apex of her thighs. She wasn't long for just idly standing by and talking. "For all the amazing things Lycra does for his ass, it sure does wonders for his cock. Mmm... you can really tell what he's packin.' I mean, he looks long and thick—not too big or anything—but he'd really fill you up.
"Of course, you are so lucky," she sighed dramatically. "You've actually seen him naked, what with showering in the locker room at school and the Youth Center and all. I bet he looks absolutely incredible all wet and soapy...."
"Yessss...." Tommy hissed rawly, unable to bite back his moan, licking his lips as he closed his eyes against the vision of that cut physique glistening wetly with frothy bubbles sluicing down the chiseled contours. To his memory came the recollection of one of those post-workout showers. It had been a rare occasion when they'd had the Youth Center locker room all to themselves (before Jason had known he was bi). What had made the occasion so memorable was that neither had been particularly self-conscious about the condition of their anatomy. They had been talking about girls, and both were sporting serious hard-ons. Jason's had been mouth-wateringly beautiful... nice and thick with a generous cap that had him dying to taste.... He vividly recalled Jason soaping himself up and prayed he wouldn't get caught staring. He'd wanted to be those bubbles so badly....
"Wouldn't you just love to wrap your lips around that hot hunk of flesh," Kimberly continued, her voice thick and husky as she gave voice to one of his fondest desires. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut more tightly.
"Mmm... I'd love to lick him from root to tip like an ice cream cone... or swirl my tongue around that soft, silky head.... What about you?" Suck that hefty dick down your throat? Slurp his balls into your mouth and hum on them?"
All of it. Tommy wanted to do all that she'd described so badly it hurt. Unconsciously, he wrapped a hand around his torment anatomy.
"I bet there are lots of things you'd like to do to Jason and have him do to you."
Tommy suddenly felt a gust of cold air, and it was with supreme effort that he broke his reverie and opened his eyes to find his petite girlfriend joining him in the shower. The heat in his cheeks suddenly matched the one in his loins. But he was incapable of movement or explanation. Sheepishly, he met Kimberly's eyes, and was rather started by the fiery gleam in them.
Poor Tommy... he looked so guilty and embarrassed that Kim wanted to laugh. Instead, she drew up close to him without touching him. She wasn't done with her little narrative.
"You wish Jason were here right now, don't you?" she went on, her smoldering gaze holding him fast. There'd be no escape until the fantasy was all played out. "You'd be on your knees so fast...."
She motioned for Tommy to do as she asked, and he was helpless to resist.. He knelt and gazed up at her with a mixture of puzzlement and undisguised longing.
"You wouldn't even touch him at first, but you'd drink your fill with your eyes. Then, you'd wrap your hand around his gorgeous cock, imprinting every inch of it on your senses. You'd feel him all over, even pump him a little bit, but you couldn't wait to have him in your mouth.
"Show me how you'd suck Jason's dick," Kim ordered, offering Tommy one of her fingers.
Though momentarily startled, he was beyond feeling awkward; he was willing to do anything she asked so long as she continued telling her story. He opened his mouth to bathe her digit with long strokes of his tongue, circling the tip, caressing the length. Then, he pressed the rounded end against his lips, kissing it, then tracing the pink contours slowly, sensuously before drawing the slender finger into his mouth.
Kimberly's eyebrows arched in amazement as Tommy surrendered to the play-acting and began fellating her digit in earnest.
"That's it... all the way," she encouraged. "Suck him dry...."
Tommy grasped her wrist as if it was the base of his lover's manhood, and he did his level best to draw out his salty reward.
"Very good," Kim purred, reclaiming her finger at last, and Tommy appeared so disappointed... he'd been so into sucking on her... and he looked so good doing it. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered what he'd look like with the real thing in his mouth. Resuming her story, she said, "You'd like him to return the favor, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, yes," he growled. This time, he needed no prompting. He was urging Kim to her knees even as he was climbing to his feet.
Kim barely had time to give him a few quick pumps before he began feeding her his rampant anatomy.
"Uhhhnnn!"
Eyes closed in sheer bliss, Tommy let his hips work his aching shaft in and out of the hot mouth wrapped around it. He envisioned the strong planes of Jason's cheeks hollowed out as he ate his prick. He could picture the lusty fire raging in those dark eyes as he caught a handful of the close-cropped hair. Holding his lover's head in place, he plumbed the depths of that wonderful, willing mouth.
Tommy was close, but Kimberly hadn't given him quite everything she had wanted to. Yet, it was difficult pulling away from his smooth, hot member. Her fiancé gave off a frustrated whimper tinged with a feral growl.
"Face the wall," she ordered brusquely. She clambered to her feet and urged him forward at the waist. With her feet, she nudged his legs apart wider, and a shiver coursed through his body as she stroked his taut behind.
"I'm not sure which you want more: to be in Jason's ass or to have him in yours."
"Both!" Tommy begged.
Kimberly paused for a moment to study her lover's sculpted, naked body, and a low rumble of appreciation and lust reverberated deep in her throat. She glided a hand down the trail of his spine to the curve of his tightly clenched buttcheeks. So tight and smooth and perfect... she knew he loved it when she played with his behind. She delighted in the shudders that rippled through his body as her fingers caressed his taut gluts.
Somewhat surprisingly, the two of them had yet to explore the opportunities of anal sex, never venturing beyond shivery caresses and the occasional playful nip or lick. For her part, Kimberly really loved it when Tommy spent forever stroking her behind; he'd just about turn her into a quivering blob of Jell-O. However, she'd never been too sure about letting him take her that way. As for Tommy, he never asked her to do more than sometimes do the same to him, though she often had the impression he wanted her to take things further. Was his reticence because he was nervous, too, or was he trying to shield her from his desires—as was his wont whenever they became too strong?
Whatever the reason for his holding back, Kim still knew that he had a sensitive bottom. Occasionally when they showered, she'd 'innocently' allow her fingers to slip deeper into the cleft between his cheeks, and it never failed to provoke a favorable response—a moan, a shiver of delight or an excited twitch of his manhood. And at the moment, she was determined to find out just how much he liked having his posterior pleasured.
She availed herself of the liquid soap, squeezing a generous amount into her hand. Next, she smoothed the slippery fluid along the valley between his cheeks.
"K-Kim?" Tommy stammered, feeling her fingertips delicately brush his puckered opening, sending flares of pleasure screaming through his body. He leaned more heavily against the shower wall as he tried not to drown in the sea of fiery sensation engulfing him. Between Kim's knowing touch and the evocative images her words created, he felt as if he were careening out of control. "W-what are you doing?"
"You want this, don't you?" she murmured breathily, her finger pushing against his ring of muscle. It was not a question but an affirmation.
However, the only response Tommy was able to make was a whimper as her finger slipped past the tight entrance. For a moment, it was as if every muscle in his body was bearing down to expel the slender intruder. Then, Tommy's world shattered into a million blissful pieces as Kimberly slowly began working the finger in and out of his rectum. A sob lodged in his throat, and his fingers clawed at the smooth tiles as Tommy was lost to the waves of pleasure radiating our from his deepest reaches.
Kim marveled at the intensity of Tommy's reaction, his hips thrusting back to meet her finger's inward stroke. His whole body trembled as she plumbed the depths of his virgin hole. He was utterly helpless to do anything other than feel, and a grin of satisfaction curved her lips.
"You like this?" she purred seductively.
"Uh huh!" Tommy groaned.
"Shall I go faster... deeper...?"
"Please!"
The increased tempo had him choking back a strangled cry of joy.
"Is this what you dream of Jason doing to you? Filling you up with that scrumptious dick of his?"
Oh, such an incredibly expressive whimper of longing passed Tommy's lips!
"You'd like to feel him pressed up against you... feel his hips smacking against your butt... his strong arms wrapped around you... his hand stroking your cock even as his strokes your ass...."
To further her narration, Kim slid her free arm around Tommy, and she grasped his straining member.
Tommy couldn't take much more. He couldn't escape from the searing assault on his senses. His body didn't know whether to arch forward or thrust back; pleasure hit him from every direction with such force that he was afraid to let go... afraid of what it might do to him. However, he lost the battle as Kim introduced a second finger into his bottom, stretching him wider... touching him deeper.... His climax roared through him even as he roared out his ecstasy.
Kim's eyes went wide as Tommy tossed his head back and utter that most primitive cry. His muscles coiled then his body spasmed wildly as his release erupted, spraying the wall and coating her still-pumping fist. She maintained her rhythm throughout his explosion, driving him deeper into the blissful frenzy. Then, almost as soon as she removed her fingers from his derriere, his entire body went limp. She helped ease him to the bottom of the tub, and Tommy collapsed into a boneless heap, body trembling, gasping for air.
"When you think you can move again, I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom," she murmured, placing a playful kiss on the top of his head. Then, she slipped out of the shower.
~*~
Hair still-dripping wet and dressed only in a towel, Tommy staggered into Kimberly's bedroom. His senses were still reeling from what had taken place in the shower. The things she had done to him had been mind-blowing. He'd never come so hard in his life! However, it was the things that she had said that still had tremors of excitement shuddering through every fiber of his being. Her words had given life to one of his most private fantasies. Her voice... her touch... had given his imaginings a whole new dimension.
The question was, why had she done that? Why spin a story of him and Jason being intimate. He'd have thought that the idea would have been too much of a reminder that she didn't have the sole claim on his affections. That was why he'd never brought up his desire to explore the option of anal sex and other types of play in that vein. He never wanted Kimberly to feel that she was simply a substitute... that he had settled for her because he couldn't have Jason.
He found his fiancé sitting on her bed, a short silk kimono-style robe draped over her shoulders. She hadn't bothered putting anything else on. She looked so inviting, but he was having a difficult time meeting her eyes. She patted the mattress next to her, indicating he should sit.
"Tommy," she sighed, turning to face him. She laced her arms around his neck and leaned forward until she rubbed noses with him. "Enjoy yourself?"
He couldn't have denied it for anything.
"God, yes!" The words came out in a raw rasp.
"Want to talk about it?"
Tommy hung his head. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice how badly Jason had got to me today."
"Why? It's not like I don't know that you lust after him, and I know you well enough to be able to tell when something's bothering you. Tommy, it hurts me more when you try to hide your feelings... when you aren't open and honest... when you try to deny who you are inside. That isn't right."
"I'm just so afraid that I'll wind up making you regret giving me a second chance or doubting how much I love you," he said softly. "I couldn't bear it if I lost you again."
"You aren't going to lose me. And I have no regrets or doubts. After all, you asked me to marry you, not Jason," she teased, and he even managed a small grin at that. "All I want to do is help you—if you'll let me—even if it's only to have someone you can turn to and say, 'check out the ass on that guy!' Like you used to."
"You amaze me," Tommy responded, choking up. He pulled her into a heartfelt hug. "You mean you wouldn't mind trying things... like what you did to me in the shower?"
"Of course I'm willing to try—at least once. I know I can't exactly give you what another man can, but I'll do my best."
"Thank you," he sighed, his heart full. "Thank you for being so understanding."
"Oh, I don't know if I'm all that understanding," Kim added. "I can deal with the thought of you with another man, but another woman...." She allowed the implied threat to go unvoiced.
"I can't promise that I won't ever look at another woman, but I can promise that I won't touch," he assured her.
"I trust you, Tommy," she said. "And I know that even with the guys you wouldn't really go looking for someone else, but you never know when an opportunity to explore the other side of your sexuality may come your way, especially being on the road with your uncle. Just be certain, be safe and be honest.
"If you're sure it's right for you, I'll support your decision. Be careful and use protection, but most importantly, if something does happen—even if, God forbid, it's with another woman—don't try to hide it from me. That, I couldn't handle."
"Kim, I... I don't know what to say," he fumbled, awed by her magnanimity.
"What is there to say? I love you. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy. There's a part of me that wants to be incredibly selfish and keep you all to myself, but I know I can't do that. If you can't be the man you are, then it's like everything in our relationship is built on a lie, and lies have a way of making things fall apart eventually. I don't want that for us. This can work, Tommy, but we have to trust and be honest and be willing to take a few risks."
"You're wonderful," he murmured, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. Kim snuggled deeper into his embrace, and the two savored the moment.
However, in spite of the seriousness of the situation, Kimberly could not keep an impish grin from stealing across her face.
"So, how'd I do?" she asked playfully.
"Do what?"
"Narrating your fantasy."
"Oh, God, Kim, you practically read my mind! That was awesome, but how'd you know?" Tommy wondered.
"I know your taste in men and just threw in bits from my fantasies of you," she replied modestly.
"And when you slid your finger inside me...." He shuddered at the exquisite memory. "Can we do that again sometime?"
"Sure. I don't know that I'll want to do it all the time, but I wouldn't mind every now and again," she answered. "Still, I'm glad you liked it so much, because it means you should like the present I got you."
"Oh?"
"Close your eyes."
Tommy did as she requested, and Kim scrambled over to the side of the bed against the wall where she'd tucked his surprise. Grinning from ear to ear, she placed his gift in his hand. His brow furrowed in puzzlement as he ran his fingers over the hard, rubbery surface.
"What is this? It feels like a...."
"It's a dildo," she replied as he opened his eyes. She laughed at his expression: a mixture of astonishment, trepidation and embarrassment.
"You bought me a dildo?" he reiterated, eyeing the faux phallus warily.
"It's not as long or as thick as mine, but it'll fill you up a lot better than my finger," she elaborated. "According to the website, it's well suited for 'back door sports.'"
"You have one of these?" he asked bemusedly.
"Yes, and a vibrator, too," she shot back defensively. "After all, what's a woman to do when her lover is on the road for weeks on end?"
"Well...." He had to concede her point, knowing how he handled his frustrations in that area on the road. Still, he regarded the sex toy with amazement. "I can't believe you had the nerve to buy this."
"Why not? You have the nerve to buy me all that lingerie that's barely there," she said. She leaned forward, her robe slipping off her shoulders, and she gazed up at him through smoky eyes. "So, would you like to try it out?"
There was no way Tommy could resist her when she was naked and looking at him that way.
"It could be fun," he agreed, meeting her in a stirring kiss. Then, he looked back at the dildo. "Um... don't we need some...."
Kim leaned over and removed a bottle of lubricant from her nightstand drawer then smiled at him smugly.
"And just how long have you been planning this?" he had to ask. She just laughed.
"If you like this," she began, "we can always order a strap-on."
"Someone needs to put a block on your 'net access," Tommy chided teasingly.
"Do that, and I'll restrict your access to all those sites with the dirty pictures," she shot back. At his flabbergasted expression, she added, "Yes, I know all about those, sweetheart; I got curious about all those bookmarks you have saved on my machine. I also noticed you don't have them saved on yours at home."
"And have Mom find them? Uh uh. No way."
"You're a grown man, Tommy. What could she possibly do or say?"
"She could give me one of those looks that make me feel like I'm twelve again. I hate that!"
Kim chuckled and shook her head. "In that case, unless this fella goes on the road with you, we'd better keep him over here where it's safe."
Suddenly, Tommy fell back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. "Have I told you I loved you lately?"
"No...."
"Then, I love you, Beautiful."
"I'd rather you say it with a kiss."
Tommy was only too happy to grant her request. However, as they were about to settle into some serious foreplay, Tommy brushed against his new toy. He regarded it thoughtfully.
"What is it?" Kim wondered.
"Do you think, when we use this, you could tell me another story?" he requested eagerly, his eyes lighting up at the very thought.
Kim flashed him an indulgent smile.
"If you're a good boy."
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