Fitting Like A Glove

My head was pounding. Vibrating even. Or... my head was pounding and my phone was vibrating.

It took me a minute to gain enough consciousness to realize both were true. I fumbled around my nightstand for my phone. It said 11:15 and it was my sister calling.

"Yeah?" I mustered.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKER? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PICK UP MY MOTHERFUCKING CAKE BY MOTHERFUCKING 11!!!!"

I held the phone away from my head so she didn't blast out my eardrums. Fuck, I had forgotten to set my alarm. Somewhere after the fourth beer after I got home last night. Not to mention the cocktails at Rob's bachelor party.

Her volume was decreasing a little and I realized she had handed the phone to my mom.

"John? Did you forget sweetie?" She said. On edge but not screaming like my sister.

"Sorry mom, the party ran long last night. I even left early but..."

I could still hear my sister, Kat, screaming from the other room. Something about feeding my testicles to the dog.

"Look your sister is worried but I talked to the cake lady and she said you can still come by even though she is closed. Her house is behind the bakery so just walk around and knock. She said you have to be there by 1:30 since she has to leave for an appointment. Can you do that sweetie?"

"Yeah ma, I got this."

"She is all the way out on Division near 188th."

"Yeah ma, it's a hike but I can manage."

"Then to get back to the winery..."

"Mom, I get it, I overslept. The reception doesn't start til 6:30. I'm late but not the end of the world." I rubbed my face and wondered if I still had Tylenol.

"Well don't miss the ceremony either."

"I don't plan to mom. It's fine."

"And you remember how to get to the winery?"

"Mom, I drove you and dad there yesterday morning." I wasn't awake enough to be having this conversation.

I could hear my sister still going on in the background. She and Rob were made for each other I had long decided. Both of them were assholes. Rob only invited me to the bachelor party since I was his future brother in law. The only other guy there who wasn't in the direct circle of Rob's friends was some dude my sister worked with at the hospital, his name was Mike and was a much better hang than Robs friends for sure. We spent a little time chatting about the playoffs, but other than that it was not my scene at all. Someone said there was a 'menu' which turned out to be too much coke, too many women who seemed too willing, and once I saw multiple guys whipping out their cocks--that was too many cocks for me--I wasn't going to get sucked into some weirdo group sex thing at my brother in law's bachelor party.

I looked at Mike when this happened, he seemed torn so I shrugged and left. I spent the rest of the evening alone in my apartment with a lot of beer and cable movies. I have no doubt my sister was not only ok with this but had her version of it with dicks swinging in her face. Even if she wasn't, it wasn't like she would take any concern I might have had about Rob fucking around with any seriousness.

My sister was skating through life on her looks. It bothered me that she knew it and felt entitled to whatever she got. She was a few years older than me but had dropped out of college because it was too hard. One time I was home for Christmas right after she moved back and she was speeding us home from a party. Of course she got pulled over but as the officer was walking towards the window she looks at me and says "watch this" before adjusting her ample boobs, added more lipstick, and then proceeded to flirt her way out of a ticket. I had to admit she was hot and watching her lift her boobs and adjust her neckline was nearly a problem for me--even if she was my sister. I remember her giving her number to the guy but I'm pretty sure it was a made up number. As we drove away, she said, "well, I just gave him something to whack off too."

Then when I graduated and spent the summer at home--before moving to El Cerrito--my parents decided to sell the house to start traveling around in an RV now that dad had retired. They left us at home as the realtor and handymen got the house ready to sell. My sister took the opportunity to have a revolving door of men--some times literally a different one each day. Rob became one of the guys and after I saw him three or four times, I knew he might be hooked. I tried not to listen but my sister was loud and the vibrating walls got my imagination up a lot. More than I few times I stroked off while they were going at it and even tried timing myself to their orgasms. It was weird. Fucking weird to be honest, but one's college years can be that way. I mostly forgot about it.

Ok. It's really really fucking weird but as long as the weird shit stays in my head it's ok right? No one has to know. At least that's how I made myself feel better.

Kat eventually did get a job at the hospital complex up on the hill. I had no idea what she did there, but I assumed she batted her eyes at some hiring manager to get there, or maybe even sucked someone off.

I bounced around jobs up and down the coast trying to keep up with my painting waiting for my big break, at least this way I could keep my family at arms length. Finally I made my way back to the area and got a nice townhouse style apartment.

My mom was nattering on still, "ok, so the bakers's name is Karen, she is a nice Chinese woman..."

"Jeezus mom, what does being Chinese have anything to do with it? You sound like you're a racist RV-driving retiree."

"Your father and I like the new camper." She sounded tired, either not understanding my chiding about her always needing to describe peoples ethnicity or purposely ignoring it. I called them out on their shit from time to time but they would never change at this point. Maybe my sister was just a newer less inhibited version of them?

"Got it mom, I'll get the cake and see you guys this afternoon. Tell the demon spawn I'll only take a small taste of the cake--she will hardly notice."

I must have been on speaker because this caused a major escalation in the blue streak from my sister. I quickly ended the call before she could take the phone back from my mom.

I sat up and did some quick math looking at the clock to see how much time--conservatively speaking--I had to get ready. I decided I had a half hour before I needed to be driving over the river. Just enough time to shower, shave, and get on my new suit. I guess I would grab a bite on the way between the cake baker's and the winery? After getting out of the shower, I looked into the mirror. This was the first time I had a suit that I had taken to get tailored and I didn't really appreciate the effect until now.

I looked fucking good.

The suit fit me perfectly. I still had broad shoulders of a collegiate swimmer despite it being eight-ish years since I had competed. The suit made me look somehow taller than my 6'1" frame. I had wanted a slim cut but the tailor was adamant I didn't get it the super slim that seemed to be the rage these days and he was right. My movement wasn't restricted at all and I looked much more mature than 29 almost 30.

I studied a few more tie knots on my phone before giving up and deciding I did an ok job with one, then I took the jacket back off so it wouldn't get wrinkled in the car. You would never guess I was a failed artist and worked in a lame ass factory that made white boards. Maybe this suit would bring me some good luck and maybe I'd hit it off with some hot guest tonight.

I went out to the street to get in my ancient Chevy Blazer and waved at my neighbor who was coming home from a run. One of these days I needed to introduce myself but was a little shy about my current lot in life. Oddly enough a fine arts degree did help in the factory, I had some experience with a CNC for when we changed the patterns and could do light welding in a pinch. While this came in handy from time to time, I still felt discouraged I couldn't find a gallery or an agent who would help me get my name out. I had one gallery show right when I graduated which led to a single commission. Other than that, not much. The last gallery I called said my work felt uninspired. Ugh. Hard to be inspired when I felt I wasn't achieving what I should be--which made me sketch and paint even less.

The Blazer roared to life after I turned the key a few times. I had just had a new battery put in last month so it didn't have any business taking a while to start. I briefly worried about this as I fumbled for my Bluetooth speaker that was as close as I was going to get to CarPlay anytime soon. I should be driving around in a late 70s BMW or some little English roadster that was more appropriate for the next great American artist.

At least the AC worked. Early summer in the Northwest wasn't supposed to be this hot but it was better than rain on a wedding day--even for the demon. Traffic, as usual was a bit all over the place and I found myself taking surface streets for about fifty-ish blocks on the other side of the river until I got to the 205--it was taking time. Hopefully Karen was a patient woman.

I finally pulled into the strip mall and saw a sign that said "Donuts and Cakes" with the o in donut smiling back at me. How the hell did my sister find this place to have her cake made? I parked and walked around the back and saw a tiny house that that shared the alley. It was cute, the garden was well-tended in full color and I could hear water running like there was a tiny fountain somewhere. I saw an old style crank bell on the gate and I wound it.

"You're late." Said a women's voice before she appeared in the screen door and opened it to lean out.

Karen was nothing like I expected, I should know better than let my mom's judgy tone inform my imagination. Karen was maybe ten years older than me but didn't look a day more, long highlighted hair that was flipped from on side over her head, and a ribbed v-neck polo that announced her rather large breasts for her slight frame. I felt a bit sheepish that was one of the first things I noticed but she was genuinely hot. She also had long eyelashes that while probably fake, did make me notice the nice laugh lines around her eyes--even tho she seemed annoyed and wasn't laughing at all.

I looked at my phone, I was only a few minutes late but after missing the pickup time this morning she had a right to be annoyed. "I'm sorry. The Banfield was stopped so I had to go on streets." I paused realizing I could be more polite, "hi, I'm John. The bride.. er Katherine, is my sister."

"Karen." She stated evenly, "Lucky for you, my afternoon got screwed and I'm still here. What kind of car do you have?" She asked looking down the alley past me as if to see it.

"I giant ancient gas guzzling suv... why?"

"Good, The cake box is large. Are you parked in front?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, can you back it in here? I'll unlock the shop and we can bring it out of the walk-in through the back." She looked at me really for the first time. "Do you have any tie down straps?"

"Yeah.. sure."

"Ok. Meet me over there."

I went back and got the Blazer and this time it took like five turns of the key to jump to life. Fucking not what I needed today. I backed in, got the tailgate down and set the straps on the ground to be ready before I peeked into the shop with the now-open garage door. I could see a giant metal walk in fridge, several racks, and a giant work table. Along the back of the table were rows of different bottles, I wondered if they were for detail work. It was spotless and smelled like sugar. Then I heard squeaky wheels and Karen appeared backing out of the fridge with a giant box on a cart.

"Damn, that's huge." I said.

"I encased it in a protective box and then packed lots of ice in the outer wall. I make the boxes custom for the cake since it would do no good to have a cake delivered flat on one side." She took a breath, "ordinarily I'd say you had most of the day before you would have to worry about the cake melting buuuuut since it's so warm today, I don't really know."

I whistled. "Hmm, smart. Do you need the box back?" Me quickly calculating how much material and effort it would go into making that but also thinking this was probably overkill since really all I needed was an hour and half even with stopping for food.

For the first time Karen smiled. "It's included.... Top dollah."

I laughed. The way she said that sounded like some sort of cartoonish gangster when up til know I had pegged her accent as East Bay.

"Well, charge my sister all you want. She can afford it. And I'm sure she wasn't easy to work with."

Karen smirked, "You're right, and I did." Then, "ok, help me steer it."

It was fucking heavy for what it was worth. Not sure what would have happened if I was either shorter arms or had a smaller vehicle, but after me levering it off the cart and pushing with Karen steering from the inside, we got it in and strapped down. The size of the box had made it nearly impossible to grasp.

"Needs handles." I muttered. "Not sure how I'm going to get it out but I think I'm set for now." I said to her as I shut the tailgate and dusted my hands together.

"Oh Pete is there, he will be ready." She said that as if we both knew Pete from long ago and I should be remembering him. "I hope the wedding is beautiful and your family has a good time." Karen seemed to be softening her tone towards me and she even smiled. "Katherine is your sister?"

"Yeah. I hope she wasn't a pain. Was she?"

Karen laughed. "Let's just say she wasn't unforgettable."

"I'm so sorry." I meant it. The only person who deserved my sister was Rob.

Karen suddenly frowned. "Oh shit, some frosting must have got on the box. You have some pink on your tie."

I looked down, my pale blue checked tie had a giant streak of pink and white down the middle, and there was even some on my shirt. Fuck, this cost a lot and I hadn't been careful at all. Karen seemed to sense my dismay and quickly dragged me into her shop and hit the button for the garage door to shut it behind us.

"Let me rinse this real quick. It won't be perfect but with will be dry once you get there and less noticeable." Then without even asking permission she started to untie my tie.

"Um, ok." Was all I managed to say. Her faint floral scent as preventing me from resisting and I watched her up close while feeling her breath on my neck.

She then unbutton my dress shirt, I noticed her fingers seemed to linger unnecessarily on my chest. As a swimmer I was used to not having a shirt on but there was something sexually charged about only wearing suit pants after an older woman just took off my shirt and tie. This suit was bringing me good luck already.

I watched her blot my tie and the small mark on my shirt. She the laid them to dry on one of her baking racks before turning back to me. The down side of this suit I quickly realized, was with its thin "summer-weight" wool as the guy called it. It did nothing to conceal my excitement of what was happening.

Karen noticed my tented pants and smiled, "well sweetie, we need to get you out of those before you ruin them also."

I looked down and sheepishly saw what she meant, there was an ever so small dot of wetness from precum visible. "Shit, shit."

Karen moved quickly taking my pants off in a blink and her hand was gripping my shaft. I grunted. Jeezus was this happening? I guess it was. Holy crap.

"It's been a minute or two." She said huskily and I knew what she meant, unlike my sister I did not have a revolving door of people. In fact, I had been in a dry spell for nearly two years since I broke up with my last girlfriend. Karen got on her knees and guided me to step out of my pants so I was only in my socks. She then carefully placed them the over the back of a chair. "That's really nice material by the way."

"Yeah," I said stupidly.

Getting back down on her knees, she took my cock into her hand. Her slender fingers not quite making it around my girth. She then gently licked the bead of precum off the tip and laid my cock on her outstretched tongue. Her lips danced over the tip. This was unlike any of the women on the swim team who just seemed hellbent to get you to cum quickly in a loud frenzy of gagging sounds. Karen seemed practiced, deliberate, and above all else--like she liked it.

I stroked her hair gently as I felt myself drift in pleasurable ecstasy. "God you're an angel," I muttered.

Karen smiled and looked up at me but didn't hurry her movement.

I could feel my body getting close but I didn't want to finish just yet. "Jeesus, you're going to make me cum." I whispered.

She pulled back and smiled, "that's the point isn't it?" And then started to tease my tip more.

I grinned. "Not yet." I gently put my finger under her chin and guided her up. I kissed her mouth that was slippery from my precum rather passionately before lifting her small frame up onto the workbench. This changed her demeanor from careful-almost-maternal to like she shifted into a new gear tossing her head back so I could work down her neck and then biting my shoulder and neck in return.

I made short work of getting her clothes off. Then pushed her onto her back, watching her heavy breasts flatten against her from gravity and hearing some of her bottles on the table fall over as a result, I wanted to return the favor she gave me and drive her wild with my tongue on her pussy. I bent down and dove in to start licking her up and down.

"Oh sweetie. No no, not like that."

I looked up at her a little confused.

"Here, let me show you."

She fumbled around on the table and found a jar of honey on the counter and dripped a bead on her thigh. Then she then took my hand, licked my fingers, and then guided my fingers so they went around the dime-sized drop.

"Start by massaging next to it, but don't touch it. Just each side."

The soothing way she talked was nothing short of erotic.

"Then circle it, slowly... like it has gravity and is pulling your fingers towards it. Slow. Inevitable." She was breathing a little ragged as she gave me instructions.

"Now," she exhaled softly, "now you've made her ready."

I gave her thigh a sizable lick, got all the honey off her skin, and then kissed it long to make sure. She breathed a quiet whimper. I got the lesson and the message. Licking my fingers, I slid them slowly up and down on the outside of her pussy before letting them do the same nice and slow on her inner labia but not touching her clit right away--not forcing anything but letting my fingers respond to her body. I felt her soften and melt the slower I went. A bead of her own honey appeared and dribbled down to her ass, I took this as a sign and began to circle my fingers gently and slowly around her clit, making sure my fingers were picking up her moisture as they went. Karen was rocking her hips gently in a motion to match the pace of my fingers so I decided it was time. I started down on the crack of her ass, licked up slowly towards her clit to catch her now steady dribbling, and she moaned loudly as I got to her clit.

"Oh my god yes!" She whispered. "You learn quickly."

Subtly wasn't needed anymore and she clenched her fists in my hair, pressing her pussy to my face. Her shear excitement as going to make me cum at this point but I was determined to hold back while I kept bathing her with my tongue to drive her wild.

Then she breathed, "fuck me now."

Who was I to argue? I stood up and held my cock steady as I pushed into her, making us both moan loudly as her body welcomed me in. She hooked her ankles around my thighs effectively locking me in and grabbed my ass to pull me to rhythm she needed. Which was super fast. I was sweating but she felt amazing.

She kept saying "deeper deeper" which just made me thrust more. Unable to keep my eyes off her tits that were bouncing rapidly from our rocking, I couldn't hold back any more. She must have sensed it since she started begging, "cum for me, cum in me" in a breathless squeaky voice.