I was naked in The Chef’s bed. He had taken me out to a show that night, and it was really fun. We had walked around the cold streets before it started, peeking in store windows and talking and laughing. It felt really good. I was dressed up for him, and he was dressed up compared to usual. We looked good. I liked walking with my arm in his. I had been seeing him less frequently now- once a month or so. I had forgotten what his height felt like. It changes everything- the way I kiss him hello, or lean into his shoulder when we’re sitting side by side.
We were in bed now, working off the chill from the night. I had stripped slowly but not particularly ceremoniously and had crawled under his warm, puffy blankets. His body found mine and formed to my side, his big strong arm under my neck like a pillow.
I had seen him only two or three times since David and I made our relationship official. I was so glad to be with The Chef- he is an old friend at this point- but it did feel a little funny to be here, naked, with him. And at the same time, it felt like home.
“Chef,” I asked, “Can I ask you a hypothetical question?” In all the times I had rehearsed this conversation in my head and with Marco and Roxy, it had never started like this.
“Sure,” he chuckled. “What’s up?”
Deep breath. “If I was seeing someone and it was getting more serious, would you want to know about it?”
“I guess,” he said. “I mean, either way. Whatever you want. There are pros and cons to both, you know?”
“Ok. Well. I want to tell you. I have a boyfriend.”
They were the words I had thought of over and over in my head. I had a bunch of important points I wanted to make, but not overdo: He and I have talked it out at length and there was been lots of discussion and thought and mutual decision-making and clarifying about this. You, Chef, were grandfathered in.
“Can you sleep with anyone, then?” he asked.
“No. Just you.”
He chuckled.
“Is that ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s cool.”
“Chef, I was so worried about telling you this. I’m not good at predicting how you’ll feel about relationshippy things-”
“Neither am I,” he joked, and kissed my shoulder.
“I just figured you might feel ok about it and you might not, and you might want to stop things with me, and if that was the case I felt like I owed it to you to tell you about it.”
The words tumbled out of my mouth, pushed by the relief of his acceptance. He pulled me onto my side and spooned up against my back, holding me to him with both arms. I hugged his arm to my chest and kissed it.
“Chef, I never would have even thought about doing this before I knew you. You changed the way I think about a lot of things. I really appreciate it.”
“Everything’s negotiable, kid,” he said. “Everything.”
I was so relieved, and so happy.
“Honestly, Katie,” he said after a few minutes, “it kind of turns me on. I mean, knowing that he’s your boyfriend but you’re here with me right now- and I know it’s not like this, but don’t say anything, cuz it’s kind of fun- it feels like I’ve won.”
It was silly and I know he knew that wasn’t how it really was, but I didn’t mind in the least if that was a fun fantasy for him.
I turned and kissed him and his hands skimmed my body, surveying me. He was claiming me for the night. He was forceful and dominant, the way that David is not. He rubbed my clit hard and ripped an orgasm out of me, then filled my pussy with one finger, then two, then three.
He and I were both covered in sweat. His broad warm shoulders moved like the ocean as he pushed into me, deeper, deeper, wider. He pushed in another finger. I was soaking wet.
“Tell me if anything hurts, baby,” he growled as he worked. “If anything doesn’t feel good tell me right away, ok?” I nodded, gasping, and stroked his head. He only calls me baby when he’s stretching me like this. It makes me feel nurtured and taken care of. It makes me open wider for him.
A few times it felt like a little too much and I asked him to slow down. The first time he pulled out completely and I took his hand and pulled it back into me. His knuckles are wide and I just can’t fit them inside me. But when he’s got four fingers swirling inside me it feels like the world has swallowed me up. My moans become low and loud. My legs open wide for him. My arms clench and twist and I want to push down against him for more, more, more…
I came hard in blinding explosions till I felt like I was going to die and begged him for respite. He pushed me a little longer, then slowly slid out and collapsed on the bed beside me. I rolled over and wrapped my arm around his big chest, pressing my forehead to his cool skin. I panted and kissed him, my lips damp with his sweat. My pussy pounded- it felt full and fulfilled and sore.
I asked him what it felt like and he told me about how my body changes with arousal- the way my cervix drops down and the walls of my cunt expand- the way he swirls his fingers around inside me, feeling my g-spot swell. I listened, rapt, as my heart rate returned to normal.
After a little while I crawled between his legs, feeling small. I took his cock lovingly into my mouth and sucked him. I let my saliva drip down over my fingers and wet my grip. I bobbed slowly, watching him. He was exhausted but into it- his arms limp over his head and his closed eyes furrowing with sensation, his breath marking his pleasure. I sucked his flesh, concentrating on the head as my hand squeezed his shaft up and down. I liked being between his legs.
Soon he put his hands down on my arms and gently pulled me up on top of him. I paused, hovering above him- “Is this ok?” I whispered. I had told him last time that I had begun sleeping with someone else without condoms and he had said we should start using them. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled one out, putting it on as I kissed his neck.
I sank down onto him and sighed with pleasure. My cunt was sore and buzzing and alive. He felt amazing inside of me. I had been worried because David is quite a bit bigger, and I was worried I may have gotten used to something different. But The Chef is a master of his tools, and a master of manipulating my body and his hard cock pushed firmly up against my g-spot.
I sat up and began to ride him, pulling my long dark hair away from my face. I planted a hand on his chest and he gripped my hips, pounding into my body again and again. I grasped his hand in mine, hard, bouncing up and down as his hands led me. I came quickly, and then again. He kissed me deeply and then sucked on my nipples till he came too.
I dragged myself up off of him and sunk unto the bed. We both panted, sweaty, in the dark.
I pulled his hand up to my face and kissed it gently.
He turned toward me, kissed my lips, and spooned against me. I could feel him inhale deeply into my hair.
I felt free. I was being honest about my needs and I was getting all of them met. Everyone knew what was going on- it was all ethical and ok. I was living the dream. I was being true to myself, and honest about what I needed and what I wanted.
I had a boy who knew me inside and out and one who was exploring it alongside me. I had a boy who took charge of me unquestioningly and one who loves when I take control. I had one who got hard from slapping me across the face and one who couldn’t imagine doing it. Both sides were so beautiful and the contrast of the two is too amazing to describe. Each of them makes me appreciate the other even more.
I hugged The Chef’s arm to my stomach and smiled.
Soon we were both asleep.
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