Chapter 21: Kitt

Saturday, August 19, 2023

Jade sat next to me on the bed in my bedroom, openly staring at my junk. My heart pounded in my chest. Why was that happening? Jade and I broke up months ago. I hadn’t seen or heard from her since. I hadn’t thought about her in weeks. Why was I nervous? How in the hell did she have such an effect on me? Ever since she arrived at the house, I’d been keenly aware of her presence. And now that she and I were alone, all my old feelings were just below the surface.

“Show me how big you can make it,” Jade said. Then, in a coy tone, she added, “I mean, that is, if you can even get it up anymore...”

I laughed silently. “Please. Is that a challenge?”

She could barely look at me. “Maybe.”

I twisted the head of my cock, and it grew. I let it swell up to full size, enjoying the awe on Jade’s face as it reached maximum length and girth. Jade reached between my legs and took my shaft in hand. Despite not being fully hard, she couldn’t fit her fingers around my sausage.

“Holy shit...” she said. “This is amazing. When you finally unveil this monster to the world, people will freak out.”

She continued to stroke me, a smile growing on her face. “Seriously, Kitt, I could play with this for hours.”

“I don’t mind,” I said, watching her face and remembering how much I’d liked her, how deeply I cared about her. In many ways, she was my first love, though I had never actually told her I loved her. I threw caution to the wind, leaned over, and kissed her. Jade stiffened at first, then relaxed and parted her lips while also tightening her grip on my cock. Our kiss lasted for several seconds. Before it broke, she climbed onto my lap and started grinding her crotch against mine.

My cock jutted straight up between us, reaching between her cleavage. She wrapped her hands around my humungous, sixteen-inch rod while I pulled her into me, my tongue exploring her mouth for the first time in months. She moaned softly into my mouth.

When she pulled away, she gazed down at my cock and saw my pre-cum leaking out of the tip. Eyes on me now, she bent down and swirled my cock head with her tongue, sampling my pre-cum.

“Oh my God,” she said, “Fanny wasn’t kidding. It does taste like spiced candy. But Kitt, I can’t fit this thing inside me, and I want to fuck. Do you think you could go back to the way you were?”

I arched an eyebrow and leaned away. “You want me to fuck you with a tiny, six-inch cock? When you could have seven, eight, or even nine inches?”

Jade nodded. “I always liked your cock just the way it was.”

“Alright, alright.” I shrunk my cock to just under seven inches, wondering if Jade would notice the difference. I was the first man she ever slept with, but not her most recent. Gretchen had told me plenty about Jade’s study group and how Jade organized fucking sessions for them. Not to mention their end-of-the-year orgy.

My phone buzzed as soon as I finished tweaking the size of my schlong. My heart hammered in my chest as I wondered if Lilly was texting me with new orders, but it was just my brother confirming plans for next week. Still, it was hard to fully wrap my brain around what happened only minutes earlier.

When Jade asked me the name of the person who had given me my powers, my phone buzzed with a text from Lilly with instructions not to reveal her name or description to Jade. Therefore, I lied to Jade. I felt bad about it, but Lilly had my balls in a vise. I didn’t want to do anything to cross my mistress and risk losing my powers.

But how did Lilly know what Jade and I were talking about at that very instant? The question tickled the back of my mind.

Jade slipped onto my cock, and there was something wonderfully familiar about her presence, not to mention a faint buzzing energy that passed from me to her as she lifted herself up and then back down on my lap.

“Yeah,” Jade said. “There it is. You feel perfect to me, Kitt.”

I smiled and kissed her neck as I reached for her shirt’s hem to remove her top and bra, exposing her back. Behind her, I saw Kimmy in the doorway, camera held up, filming us. I whispered into Jade’s ear, “Um ... Kimmy’s recording us.”

Jade froze for a moment, but I continued to lift her up and down with my arms.

“Don’t worry,” I cooed into her ear. “Kimmy would never release this footage unless you agreed to it. For now, enjoy the fact that you are getting laid on camera.”

Some switch must have flipped in Jade’s brain when I said those words because she got very wet very quickly and started fucking me like a dirty whore. She wrapped one hand around my neck, leaned back, and undulated her torso like a belly dancer practicing on my cock. I couldn’t help but watch her as she moved and fucked me so gracefully.

I let her ride me until she climaxed, then I picked her up and fucked her midair as she clung to my neck. Her back was to the camera, pussy and ass exposed, as I rammed my cock up into her. Jade’s moans were genuine. I knew her sounds well from the many times she and I had done this while dating. I loved holding her in the air and laying the wood to her. And Jade seemed to love it, too, as she came again on my cock.

Jade shrieked through her second climax, but I was relentless. I tensed every muscle in my body as I continued pummeling her pussy until her second orgasm stretched into a third. This one was marked by her going silent, clinging tightly to me, and spasming.

Kimmy filmed us all the while, capturing our faces, our bodies, and the juncture where my body inserted into Jade’s. Sweat dripped down us both. Her juices leaked down my erection and off my balls. I held her just as tight, bouncing her up and down and finally releasing my cum deep into her. Another surge of energy rushed out of me into Jade, and my penis seemed to swell powerfully for a moment before beginning to deflate. Our mingled cum flooded downward and splashed onto the floor as Jade finally slid slowly off me.

“Wow.” She swooned when her feet touched the floor. I grabbed her, afraid she might faint. “I don’t remember it ever being that good...”

“That was pretty intense,” I agreed.

I kissed her, wrapping my arms around her tightly and allowing myself to appreciate all the memories we shared.

“This isn’t like a getting-back-together thing, right?” she said into my shoulder.

I chuckled. “No. This is a remembering the good times thing.”

Jade relaxed into me. “Ok. Good.” After our hug broke, she touched my face with a gentleness that tore at my heart. “I don’t think I can make a habit out of this. Having sex with you, I mean. It’s a little too intense and complicated.”

“I get it,” I said.

“Good night, Kitt. I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Thank you. Good night.”

I slept better that night than I had in weeks. The following day, I woke up with Kimmy sitting on my bed. She had a tired glow about her.

“What the heck, Kimmy?” I asked. “Why are you up so early?”

Kimmy’s pale face and baggy eyes shone even brighter. “I pulled an all-nighter editing footage. I got all three shoots done. I’m gonna catch some z’s before our first shoot of the day. But I wanted you to see them. Especially the last one.”

“The orgy?”

“No!” Kimmy said. “Well, that turned out great, but the last one. You and Jade. It’s scorching. It’s so raw and natural. I think you should watch it and let her see it. She may very well let us post it. Her face is not visible in any frame, but I think it could be one of the best videos on your page.”

“Really?” I asked. I was skeptical. Delilah and I had made some great content. Same with London.

Kimmy took a step closer and lowered her voice. “Kitt, even I got turned on watching you two. You guys had some serious chemistry.” She put a flash drive into my hand. “That’s the only copy in existence. Let her watch it. If she gives you the okay, you’ll know what to do.”

The five of us had fruit and coffee for breakfast. Actually, four of us had fruit and coffee. Delilah pretended to eat and drink but didn’t. After watching her closely for the last day, I confirmed my observation a week earlier: Delilah didn’t eat or drink anything.

Anything.

She pretended to eat. She faked it very well. Had I not already had my suspicions, I would never have noticed it through casual observation. She used a variety of methods to make it appear that she ate like everyone else: she took bites of food and spit them into her napkin, she sipped her drinks with pursed lips, she stirred food on her plate to make it appear eaten, and once she even spilled her food and then claimed to have eaten most of it.

My burning question was, why? Why was Delilah doing this?

After Jade left my room the previous night, I stayed up for another hour to do research on the internet about disorders where people pretend to eat. I found little information. Maybe it wasn’t a common thing. There was no way Delilah was anorexic or bulimic. She had excellent muscle tone, healthy skin and hair. Basically, a perfect body. She never complained of being tired. She often had as much energy as I did. She never complained about her figure. She knew she looked terrific.

So what was going on?

I wanted to solve the mystery, but had to focus on my shoots for the day, not look for ways to upset my business partner. We filmed for two hours in the morning, just me and Delilah. The six of us ate together for lunch, with Delilah still pretending. Then I filmed my final weekend scene with London and Fanny for four hours in the afternoon. Jade and Delilah hung around to watch. Fanny was still very excited about everything, while Jade watched us with a satisfied glow, which seemed to grow brighter every time our eyes met.

During lunch, I spoke to Jade privately about the video and showed her the fifteen-minute clip Kimmy had edited for her to approve. Jade took the flash drive, said she would think about it, and let me know in a few days.

London and I drove home Sunday evening. Our conversation during the two-hour car ride ranged from how we thought the shoots went to what our plans were for the upcoming week to our favorite TV shows. During a lull in the conversation, she asked, “Did you bone Jade last night?”

My grin told her the whole story.

“I knew it! God, I can read you so easily.”

My expression turned serious, and I asked, “How do you feel watching me with other women? Are you still dealing with everything okay?”

“Yeah,” London said. “Actually, yeah. I am.”

“Really?” I asked. “Even with your feelings for me?”

London took a deep breath before responding. “About that ... It’s not that I don’t have feelings for you, but I think I may have misinterpreted them. When you and I first started hooking up, everything was so amazing. So amazing, Kitt, because you are amazing. I think I started to idealize you in my brain. And I also confused incredible sex with the beginning of falling in love.”

“You’re not in love with me?”

London shook her head. “I don’t think so. I enjoyed watching you have sex with Fanny and Delilah this weekend. You have an incredible gift. And you are so generous with it. I am attracted to you. No doubt about that. And I want to continue our relationship, whatever it is.”

“I’m glad our relationship has reached a point where we’re comfortable not labeling ourselves with titles, and we can enjoy what we have while inviting other people into the mix.”

She turned her big dark eyes onto my face. “Me, too. I also enjoy having sex with you that’s not filmed. I want to continue to do that.”

“So do I.”

London smirked, her cheeks turning pink. “K.”

“And you’re welcome to hook up with other guys. I don’t have to say that, but I want to say it just in case...”

“I know. And we’re still pressing forward with our plans to set up the Super Sluts idea, right? Once we make more money?”

“Yeah,” I said, “absolutely.”

“If we do that, things will only get more complicated. It’s probably best we keep things between us uncomplicated. Like they are with you and Delilah.”

I considered sharing my concerns about Delilah to see if London had any ideas I might have overlooked, but I was afraid saying something might make me come across as suspicious or even weird. Who watched someone else eat the way I had with Delilah? Would London read too much into that? I decided to phrase my concerns differently.

“Have you ever known anyone who refuses to eat or drink in front of other people?”

London turned her head back toward me, pretty and poised, with her dark hair falling on either side of her face. Her sunglasses covered her eyes and brow. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“I have a friend who won’t eat or drink in front of others, but they pretend to do it. I think it’s because they want to look their best at all times. That seems silly, but I can’t think of any other reason she’d do it. Maybe it’s an OCD thing?”

London contemplated my words for a good minute. “I don’t know. That is weird. I’ll have to look into that. Are we going back to your place?”

“I have to drop you off at your place. Sorry about that. But my brother wants to hang out with me tonight.”

“That’s okay.”

Five minutes after dropping off London, I strode inside my apartment and tossed my overnight bag onto the floor. Then I texted Uma:

Me: Still want to hang out tonight?

She texted me back that we were still on. I felt guilty lying to London, but Uma didn’t want anyone at work to know we spent time together outside of the hospital. Even though nothing romantic had happened, she worried about appearances and wanted to keep everything professional and above board.

I went to my bedroom to shower and saw a scroll perched on my bed. It was the same size, shape, and color as the last scroll I’d gotten from Lilly. My stomach turned slightly as I picked it up and opened it.

Another task, but this one was different than the first. Why did I have to do this? I reread the scroll, and when I finished, I tossed it into the drawer beside my bed beside the wooden box that held my token of Lilly’s appreciation. After completing my first task with Carol Donovan, I’d come home to find the scroll had either been replaced with or changed into a wooden box. Inside the box was a large ring made of pure jade and a note written on the same type of parchment as the scroll: