Chapter 9

Kathy thought her time away from Jeremy was far too short. When she returned from her run with her friends he was standing in the window watching them pound up her driveway, dripping with sweat. Thankfully he didn’t want any introductions to her girlfriends. Things were already bad enough and his presence would have been terribly difficult to explain.

“So did you have a good run,” Jeremy asked as Kathy entered her townhouse after waving good bye to her friends who were already piling into an SUV.

The moment she spotted his knowing smirk and the way his hands were hanging onto something in his pockets, she almost exploded.

Fuck, the guy really is a perverted asshole, her mind screamed at the sight of him nonchalantly playing with himself. What did they call it? Pocket pool. One look at the bulge in the front of his pants and she knew what Jeremy had on his mind.

“What, no welcome back kiss?”

Kathy shuttered in disgust at the suggestion. Throughout her run she’d considered numerous ways to get rid of him. She even entertained the idea of killing him and hiding his body so that nobody would ever find it. After last night she thought she could gleefully do it by cutting off his balls with a kitchen knife but she realized it was a pretty far-fetched idea so she was stuck with him, at least for the time being. In the meantime all she could do was hope that sooner or later, an opportunity would arise to be rid of him for good.

“Oh, not now, Jeremy please, can’t you see that I’m all hot and sweaty from my run,” Kathy pleaded. But her hope that her conciliatory tone would deter Jeremy, at least for a few minutes was deterred.

“That’s okay. I like it hot and sweaty. Don’t you? Jeremy gave an insane giggle. “Besides we’re gonna get hot and sweaty anyway, aren’t we?”

You fucking pervert, why can’t you just leave me alone. Kathy was tempted to scream out her feelings as loud as she could but since she realized it would most likely only irritate Jeremy, she only dully nodded. Her mind was saying: Okay, just do it and get it over with. Maybe all he wants was a kiss.”

Kathy tried to smile nicely as she moved into his arms for the kiss that wasn’t just a peck on the lips. Instead, it was a French kiss with lots of tongue, especially from Jeremy who shoved his halfway down her throat. Although she was revolted, Kathy made herself respond. The torture continued when Jeremy cupped her bottom with his hands and pulled her so close she could feel the bulge in his pants.

Kathy thought it was all over when she felt Jeremy’s hands leave her ass but she was wrong again because her new best friend was just getting started. It made her fume in anger when he started pawing at her top.

“You know something? I’m all worked up now and it’s all your fault,” Jeremy announced when he finally broke off the kiss. “Thankfully there’s one way for best friends to solve the problem. So get that top off.”

Kathy was horrified. Jeremy was already pulling his t-shirt over his head. She hesitated in dismay but when Jeremy frowned at her, she obeyed his gross demands. As soon as her top and sports bra were discarded on the rug, he hungrily attacked her tits with his mouth and hands so that her nipples stuck out long, hard and pointed, despite her revulsion.

“Oh, oh boy,” Jeremy was chanting. “What good friends we are.” He slobbered all over her tits until they glistened with his saliva. Then he was fumbling for the belt on his pants.

“Come on, get yours off too since you’re already hot and sweaty I want to get hot and sweaty too. Don’t you like best friends getting hot and sweaty?”