Kayla

Kayla

Kayla

Kayla Pickett

My name is Kayla, but everybody calls me Kay. I grew up in a disadvantaged neighborhood in Chicago. Then my mother actually won a lottery worth over a million dollars. This was while I was in high school. We bought a nice house in the suburbs. She told me I could go to any college that would admit me. I was admitted to a state college in the Los Angeles area, and even though it was over halfway across the country, we decided it was best for me.

My father left us when I was six, and so my mother raised me alone. She had boyfriends while I was growing up, but I had strict instructions to stay in my room while she was entertaining. When we got our new house, my room had anen suitebath, an apartment size refrigerator, and a microwave, so staying in my room was not a hardship.

I already had a big butt, but my boobs took off when I was twelve or thirteen. By the time I was in high school, I was considered to be super sexy. In my freshman year of high school I found out what that was about. My first lover was a real a**hole. He was concerned that I might get some blood on his back seat. Fortunately, I didn't bleed a lot, although it did hurt at first. At my new school, after mom's big win, I had trouble making friends with girls. I think it was partly because my father was African-American and partly because guys seemed to like my tan skin, my big butt, and most of all, my big boobs. My friends were mostly white guys who studied a lot and were hungry for feminine companionship, even though they weren't the guys I had sex with. Most of the guys that bedded me drove nice cars and were jocks or members of the elite clique. Although my butt and boobs were too big for me to be a model, they made me very popular with the male half of the student body.

Most nights I had offers of three or four dates with the jocks and the elite clique. However, when it came to the really big events like Homecoming or the Proms, I usually went with one of my less popular male friends. Some of the few African American guys at my new school considered me to be an Oreo, but I didn't care because I was having lots of dates and lots of good times.

At the state college in the Los Angeles area that I picked, everything was different. I studied film and was popular with everybody. I had friends of both sexes and many different ethnicities. I met Jerome Pitts at a freshman orientation week dance. Although he introduced himself as Romeo, I quickly adopted Romey, which was what his friends seemed to call him. We danced a couple of times and then he asked me if I'd like to go for a ride in his new car. We walked outside to a nearby parking lot. At the far end, parked all alone, was a beautiful red car. Although I had never seen one up close and personal, I was pretty sure this was a Ferrari. I got a little excited to think that I would be riding in it shortly. The tan interior was nice. It almost matched my skin color. Just sitting in the passenger seat was a sensual experience. Feeling the rumbling of the engine was another new experience for me. We hit the freeway and soon were going 120 klicks. I was very impressed. Then he asked me if I would like to drive it. I told him I wasn't sure I could handle it.

"It's easy," he told me. "Come on, you know you want to do it!"

"Okay," I replied, "but I've never driven this kind of car."

"It's okay," he assured me. "It handles very well and it has an automatic transmission. No worries."

He quickly pulled off to the side of the road. He hurried around the car and opened the door for me. I was more than a little nervous, but I tried to calm myself with the little tasks, like adjusting the mirrors and the seat. He directed me where to go. I, too, took it up to around 120 klicks. I asked him how fast we were going in miles per hour. He replied, "120. The speedometer is very accurate."

I immediately slowed down as fast as I could without braking. "It seemed a little fast for 120 klicks," I admitted.

He directed me off the freeway and along some city streets. In no time we were at a scenic overlook in the Hollywood hills overlooking the city of Los Angeles. He reached over and pulled me toward him and started kissing me. Not only was he a good dancer, but he was a good kisser, which made me think he might be good with the lights out. I was thinking that this had all been an excuse to get me into the back seat, except it wasn't much larger than the front seat. He said, "I'd like to show you the way to my apartment." I backed out of the scenic overlook and headed back down toward the campus. I was getting comfortable driving his car. I couldn't believe how well it took the many curves of the Mulholland Highway. I had an idea of how much the car had cost, so I wasn't surprised at the luxury duplex that he asked me to park in front of. Inside was a huge living area. He introduced me to his roommates who were studying at the dining table. Tom and Jack seemed like typical students. They were the first I heard call him Romey, which seemed better to me than Romeo.

"Okay, Kay," he told me. "Let me show you my room."

It was a large bedroom with an en suite bath. Next, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. Almost involuntarily, I rubbed my tongue against his. I didn't resist as he lowered me onto the huge bed. He laid down beside me without missing a lick. His left hand, however, moved from my lower back to my right buttock and then to the sweet spot between my legs. My short skirt provided no protection and I knew I was busted. I was wet and now he knew it. My hands were already massaging his butt. He continued to kiss me while he removed my panties and his pants. Without hesitation he entered my private slit. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as if to press him even deeper into my tunnel of love. He soon proved that he was a master of stroking technique. I felt wonderful as each stroke seemed to take me into a higher state of arousal. I was moaning and groaning as my arousal became unbearable, and then, ohmigod, a magnificent release. My body shook as I came. I looked up and saw a wonderful smile, as he paused my tongue massage long enough to look at my happy face.

"That was good!" I told him.

"Wasn't it?" he replied. "I want you to stand up for a minute." Obediently, I stood up, and received his tongue again, while he quickly unfastened my skirt, which fell to the floor. He pulled the bed spread and upper sheet back. As I crawled back into the bed. He told me, "Assume the position."

I'm not sure how but I knew I was going to be the bitch in the doggy position. Again, he slid nicely into me. He nuzzled the back of my neck while playing with my nipples. I knew I couldn't take much of this, and sure enough it was a very few minutes, until my body was trembling in another orgasm.

"You're too good," I told him.

"No, you're too good," he replied.

"Sorry, I think it's you!" I informed him.

"Oh, no," he exclaimed. "It's our first fight."

He pulled my head to the side so we could rub tongues together. Just as I was starting to want him inside me again, he pushed me down into the flatiron and started his delicious stroking again. Again, the wonderful ache of arousal in my sensitive parts. Again, rapidly increasing arousal until I felt like I was exploding into another climax. Again, tremors throughout my body. He lay beside me, kissing me and rubbing my buttocks with one hand and my boobs with the other.

"Would you like to be on top?" he asked, innocently.

"I'm your girl!" I quickly replied and straddled him. His full erection meant I just had to position myself right and let gravity do the rest as I impaled myself, and once again felt the joy of his manhood sliding inside me. I just felt incredible as I raised and lowered myself onto him. I gradually increased the tempo of my strokes and also the joy of my increasing arousal. I couldn't help but smile at him as once again if felt my arousal reaching the heights, and then my body shuddered with erotic release. I don't remember ever feeling so grand as endorphins and hormones flooded my system. I leaned over and gave him my best 'you're so good' kiss. Then I resumed stroking him again, this time thrusting my pelvis forward and back.

It was his turn to exclaim, "Ohmigod, you're so good!" It was only a couple of minutes of increasing arousal until feeling the hot spurts of his love juice against my vaginal walls drove me over the top into another wonderful orgasm. Again, I leaned over and gave him my most heartfelt 'we should do this again' kiss.

I crawled out of bed and grabbed my panties from the floor. As I reached for my skirt, he told me, "You can't get dressed yet! We still have to have makeup sex for our first fight!"

"Oh," I smiled, "I almost forgot. I guess I don't have a choice."

"Of course you don't," he smiled back. I put my panties and skirt near the foot of the bed. Then I added my blouse and bra to the pile.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he told me, as I started toward the en suite. Your boobs are to die for."

I just couldn't believe how good I felt. Even a silly compliment like that increased my happiness. I quickly cleaned myself up and returned to the bedroom.

"Would you like some wine or beer?" he asked.

"I think I'd like a glass of wine," I admitted.

"Good!" he continued, as he handed me a robe.

It seemed that I would have to go with him into the living area, wearing only a robe.

"Would you guys like some wine?" he asked Tom and Jack, who were apparently still studying. "Kay and I are having a glass."

"Sure", "Sure", the guys replied. Romey indicated the empty chairs at the dining table.

I was a little uneasy, feeling naked, even though everything was covered by the robe. I was a little embarrassed because it was obvious what Romey and I had been doing, but I guessed Tom and Jack knew what was about to happen when I followed Romey into his bedroom, and certainly when we stayed incommunicado for close to an hour. The guys were very friendly as we discussed the classes we were taking, and the teachers who were teaching them.

It turned out that we were all freshmen, and that we shared a few lecture hall-size classes. We sipped our wine and talked about our aspirations. Tom was planning on a degree in Journalism, while Jack was following the Business/Engineering path. Romey was following the Management path, while I was torn between Education, Social Work, and Psychology. I was a little embarrassed to be the only one who didn't have a clear vision of a career path. Tom told me not to worry, I didn't really have to decide until the start of my junior year, still two years away. We all decided against a second glass of wine since we all had classes in the morning.

Fortunately, my first class wasn't until ten, so I allowed Romey to lead me back into his bedroom. I think my robe hit the floor two or three milliseconds before Romey's. It was delightful to rub our naked bodies against each other. He guided me back into his bed, and I had my first experience of the temple position. I raised my left leg to form an arch over his waist as he clasped my right leg between his legs. This gave him excellent leverage as once again he plunged his maleness into my sex slit. I was so ready and thoroughly enjoyed his hand on my left boob and his right playing with my hair, my ear, and my cheek. Later he stuck his left forefinger in my mouth, and I sucked on it, while he fucked me into yet another climax.

I had never been with such a skillful lover. I felt very comfortable as my arousal increased toward its inevitable conclusion. His use of my left leg as a control point for his pounding into my pussy gave him complete control of the strength and timing of his strokes. I was just enjoying the experience of my rapidly increasing passion. Soon, almost too soon, my hips were bucking as erotic pleasure overcame everything else and I enjoyed my first climax of our 'make-up sex' session.

He asked me to kneel on the floor with my legs on either side of his calves as he sat on the edge of the bed. He directed me to raise one leg onto the bed where he grasped it with a hand. He then directed me to raise my pelvis and other leg so that my pelvis was in his lap and the other leg was flanking his other side. He pulled me back a little further until once again I was impaled on his cock. Against the erotic delight of him sliding his maleness into my love canal. He told me this was the sitting wheelbarrow. I felt like a very lustful pushcart. This allowed him to stimulate my G-spot with the tip of his organ. He was fucking my brains out. All I wanted was more of these erotic feelings. It was like an irresistible rising tide as I soon reached my limit and experienced the joys of erotic stimulation in the form of another climax.

After two more orgasms and his ejaculation just after my second climax, we lay beside each other trying to regain our breath. "That was great!" I told him. "Can I put my clothes on now?"

"You can, but there are two conditions," he replied. "First, you have to agree to come back here again, and second, you have to give me your phone number."

"Okay," I agreed. "When should I come back?"

"Not tonight," he told me, as it was already early morning. "How about tomorrow night?"

"Done!" I replied, enthusiastically, and then I gave him my phone number. Reluctantly, I began pulling my clothes back on. He walked me to the door. I was able to avoid the walk of shame because Tom and Jack had apparently gone to bed. He kissed me passionately at the door, and then I was experiencing the coolness of early morning in Los Angeles. It was a short drive since there was no traffic this early in the morning.

Soon I was so glad to be taking a shower in my own dormitory room and so looking forward to a good night's sleep in my own little bed. When I got back to our room, my cell phone was ringing. I quickly answered, so as not to disturb my roommate any more, and it was Romey.

"I just wanted to make sure you got home all right, and also to tell you how much I enjoyed last night, and how much I'm looking forward to tomorrow night," was his opening.

"I just had a shower and I'm getting ready for bed," I informed him. "I thought the night was wonderful, and I just can't wait until tomorrow night."

"How does seven o'clock sound?" he inquired.

"Great!" I agreed.

"I'll see you then," he told me. "Let's start out at my house. I'm looking forward to another fabulous time."

"Me, too," I replied. "Would you like for me to cook for you?"

"I'd love it, particularly if you're as good in the kitchen as you are in the bedroom."

"I can't promise you that, but I'll do my best," I promised.

He asked, "I think my roommates will be home. Will you cook extra for them?"

I replied, "Sure, anything else?"

He explained, "I'll reimburse you for the cost. Call me when you get here and I'll help carry groceries in."

I told him, "You don't need to reimburse me. My mother had a great recipe for Jambalaya; will that be all right for the entrée?"

He responded, "I love Jambalaya. Everything you do or say reinforces my good feelings about you!"

"Be careful, I'll get a swelled head," I told him.

"I doubt that!" he replied.

I concluded, "I'll see you tomorrow night. Good night!"

"Good night!" he exclaimed and hung up.

Forty hours to see him again seemed like a long time, but I would use it well, by studying hard tonight. I was thinking that I needed to be cool. Already I was wanting to see him again. I gave myself a warning that I must balance between being eager and being clingy. As I lay in bed, reviewing the last several hours, I just felt a good warmth throughout my body. I drifted off to sleep, thinking tomorrow would be another wonderful day.

Friday, around 5:30, I visited the local supermarket. I planned to make the Jambalaya from scratch, so first I bought all the ingredients. Then I decided to buy the deli's Cole slaw, and the produce department had some nice-appearing ears of corn. I also bought some brown and serve dinner rolls, and butter, just to be sure. For dessert, I bought what looked like a very nice strawberry cheesecake. It was way more than the four of us could eat, but you only live once.

I arrived at Romey's place at 6:45. He answered with, "Hi, Kay! Are you outside?"

"Sorry, I'm a little early," I told him.

"No, you're not," he disagreed. "I've been counting the minutes until you got here. I was afraid you were going to tell me you were running late, or even worse, that you wouldn't be able to come tonight."

"Don't underestimate your appeal," I replied. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away!"

"Does our disagreement on whether you were early or not require makeup sex?" he inquired.

"Ohmigod, you're right," I joked. "I promise, as soon as the dishes are in the dishwasher, that I'll meet you in your bedroom!"

"See that you do!" he joked back, and then he was kissing me. It was just as good as Wednesday night. Ohmigod, I liked this guy.

"Let's get the groceries in," I suggested. He helped me carry the groceries in. Soon, I was busily cooking. The trick was to have the corn, Jambalaya, and dinner rolls ready at the same time. Soon, I was telling the guys to clear the dining table and then set it.

We were able to sit down a little after 7:30. Romey poured a red wine for everyone, and we dug in. I thought I had prepared enough food for a minimum of six people and likely more like eight. I was surprised to see the corn disappeared except for the cobs; less than two tablespoonfuls of Jambalaya was all that was left. Well over half of the Cole slaw was gone and only three dinner rolls remained out of two dozen. The guys were all very complimentary. We chatted for while over our second glasses of wine and decided to watch a movie before attempting the cheesecake.

We enjoyed a few laughs together as we watched Animal House. Life on a college campus was different now, but in many ways, it was the same. I served the cheesecake while Romey poured a third glass of wine. They all agreed that the strawberry cheesecake was delicious, but they could only toy with one piece each because they had stoked away so much Jambalaya. I was the only one able to manage a whole piece. We put the last dishes into the dishwasher, started it up, and then Romey and I headed for the bedroom.

He had not forgotten about the make-up sex. He managed to show me a few positions that I hadn't tried before. The results were fantastic. While I was still feeling the effects of my fifth orgasm, I felt hot spurts of semen against my vaginal walls. After we cuddled for a few minutes, I got up to go to the bathroom. I grabbed my clothes, but Romey asked, "Aren't you going to stay overnight?"

"I haven't been invited," I replied coyly.

"You have now!" he quickly stated.

"Well," I asked, "are we caught up on make-up sex?"

"The last round was only good for a half credit," he informed me. "You can't go home before you contribute the other half credit!"

"Oh, no!" I cried in mock disappointment. "I guess I have no choice but to sleep over!"

"That's right!" Romey agreed.

I took care of business and returned to the bed. I was greeted with another erection. I took it in my hand and told Romey, "This could be habit-forming."

"No kidding," he replied. He let out a moan as I Iubricated his organ with my tongue and then climbed aboard the Moonlight Express to feminine happiness. I showed him all my variations of cowgirl joy and on my third orgasm, I felt him shoot against the walls of my pussy. I laid down beside him and snuggled against him.

"That was so good," I confessed.

"We aim to please," he replied.

We both dozed off. It was beginning to be light outside when I awoke. Someone was sucking on my boob. Ohmigod, I thought as I felt an erect penis against my leg. It was nice to have a lover as enthusiastic as I was. What to do? I lifted his head so we could kiss. Soon, we were enjoying the pleasures of the missionary position. Romey liked to change positions every time I orgasmed, which was fine with me. After I felt the throbbing of a male ejaculation, I got up and started to put my clothes on.