Chapter 6: Kitt

Sunday, December 11, 2022

My dick was about to fall off. I slumped on my couch, exhausted, my limp penis throbbing as it lay on its side against my thigh, a droplet of clear, stringy cum oozing out of the tip. Ever since Jade and Marcy had broken up, every spare moment Jade and I had together was spent fucking. I still didn’t understand all the details. Jade refused to discuss it, and each time I pressed the issue, my girlfriend either started undressing or, if she was already undressed, she started sucking my dick or my balls. Yeah, I know. That sounds amazing. And it is, but it kind of isn’t.

I enjoyed the extra attention, but Jade had to deal with what happened with Marcy at some point. She couldn’t just screw her way out of her distress. And not talking about it or flat-out ignoring it would only make things worse. And who was going to be the next target of her emotional trauma?

Probably me.

Marcy had come by my apartment at least twice, but Jade had been literally riding me both times. Marcy tried shouting through the door to get me to open up, so Jade screamed my name so loudly my ears rang for about five minutes. To further avoid Marcy, Jade had slept at my place every night for the last week, returning only to her apartment for clothes and other essentials, and only going late at night when she knew Marcy wouldn’t find her there.

I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to stay out of it. I did call my mom for advice, but she just laughed. She had warned me against getting into a relationship with Jade in the first place. My dad’s only words of wisdom were, “Enjoy the sex while you can.”

When Marcy realized she couldn’t contact Jade directly, she started trying to get to her ex through me. Three days after their breakup, I began receiving texts asking me to pass along messages to Jade. I told her I would pass along the messages, but I didn’t think it would help. And I was right.

Then, Marcy began asking me to set up a meeting with Jade. Jade did not want to do that. Next, Marcy pleaded with me to let her into my apartment when she knew Jade was there. I showed all of these messages to Jade. What else was I supposed to do? I had never technically been in a relationship with Marcy, so I felt no real loyalty toward her. Jade eventually blocked her number from my phone. I unblocked it soon after and stopped showing Jade the messages.

After our sex that morning, Jade went to the kitchen to make toast. She was naked. She was almost always naked lately. So was I. I had to be in order to keep up with her, and what was the point of wearing clothes when she was constantly ripping them off of me?

“Do you like the idea of threesomes?” Jade asked behind the half wall separating my living room and cooking area. The scraping sound of a knife on hard bread told me she was buttering toast.

“I mean ... sure,” I answered. “But it’s not important to me.”

“But you enjoyed them ... before.” Before. That meant “before she and Marcy broke up.”

“Yeah. But I don’t need them.”

Jade grabbed a plate from the cupboard, placed her toast on it, and padded back to the living area, where I was still physically and mentally recuperating from our latest sexual clash, which had ended only five minutes ago. She eyed my semi-flaccid penis as she crunched into the toast. We’d had so much sex over the weekend that my manhood wouldn’t shrink down all the way. Perhaps the little guy knew something I didn’t.

“You’re not hungry?” Jade asked. “I could make you something.”

I shook my head. “What time is it?”

Jade leaned backward to see the clock on my microwave, giving me a perfect view of her red, puffy labia still slick with drying cum. My cock gave a slight twitch. I couldn’t believe it.

“A little after 10,” Jade said. She glanced down at my crotch. “Still two more hours until you need to get ready for work...”

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure I wanted more sex. A year ago, I would never have imagined myself capable of such heretical thoughts.

“Don’t tell me I’ve already worn you out,” Jade mocked through another bite of toast. “I thought higher of you.”

I refused to let my pride be wounded. “It’s not that. I’m just not sure you have the talent to get me hard again.”

Jade shoved the rest of the toast in her mouth and brushed her hands together to shake off the crumbs. I made a mental note to vacuum after work. “Oh really?” she asked through a mouthful of bread. “How about I blow you with this in my mouth?” She lunged at me.

I tucked my manhood away from her and flipped over so she could only access my backside. “No! I’m too sensitive!”

Jade crawled on top of me, kissing my arms and back as her hands snaked down my torso. One gripped my left butt cheek; the other tried to fondle my balls.

“Are you for real right now?” I asked.

Jade nodded against my head and whispered into my ear, “I’m going to get you hard again with my mouth on your balls, get your dirty dick wet and slick with my saliva, and then bend over until I’m grabbing my toes while you ream out my tight pussy staring at my little asshole.”

My cock more than stirred.

“What are you going to do to stop me?” she finished, then fucked my earhole with her tongue.

The combination of sensations made my cock rise back to life. I groaned, already resigned to fucking her yet again. “I’m going to spank your ass so hard while I fuck you from behind.”

Jade gripped me tightly and began rubbing her pussy lips on my back. “Mhmm. What else?”

“I’m going to spit on your asshole and put a finger in it.”

Jade whimpered and ground herself harder while squeezing my balls. “Mmm. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe stop talking about it and do it.”

I got off my stomach, pushing her off me, then picked up my petite girlfriend and flipped her upside down, driving her face into my slowly growing cock. Once she started to suck, I bent my face down to her snatch, still moist from our session that had just ended. Our cum had mingled, and though I wasn’t eager to taste my own cum, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I plunged my tongue deep into her love box.

Jade responded by engulfing all six inches of my meat in her mouth and sucking while her tongue massaged my head and shaft. The few breadcrumbs still in her mouth made my dick dance with sensations. I had never been so sensitive, but this felt like fireworks bursting inside my dick.

After a few long bobs on my cock, I was hard again and ready to fuck. I lifted her off me, spun her around, and planted her face into the floor, bending her in half like she’d asked. Then I slipped into her in one motion and slapped her ass.

Jade jumped and giggled. “Thank you, sir!”

I ravaged her cunt with solid and hard thrusts, knowing I would last for a long time after cumming four times in the last ten hours. Once my rhythm was strong, I made good on my second promise and spit on Jade’s asshole. I used the pad of my index finger to work it around, got her sphincter nice and greasy, and then slipped it into her tight hole.

“Oh!” was all Jade could reply.

I sawed my dick in and out of her several more times, slapping her ass with my other hand every few strokes.

“Oh! Oh!” Jade muttered. “Oh, Kitt!”

My middle knuckle disappeared in her asshole, and I spun it around, letting my finger stimulate the sides of her canal.

“Shit!” she squeaked. “Oh! I’m cumming!”

I smacked her ass as hard as I could. I was nowhere close to having an orgasm of my own. I could finally fuck Jade as long as she wanted. Now I knew the secret. I needed to blow my wad a few times to give myself amazing stamina.

Jade tensed up and shook as the orgasm rocked her, her anal muscles clamping down on my finger so tightly I could barely move it. I spat on the area again, worked it around to loosen things up more, and then squeezed my middle finger next to my index. Then I paused my thrusts, leaving my cock deep inside Jade while I fucked her asshole with two fingers, steadily pushing in and out.

Slap! A perfect handprint remained on Jade’s ass, and it grew more and more red by the second.

Jade let out a prolonged whimper.

Slap! At the same time, I pulled nearly all six inches of meat out of Jade’s clutching cunt and rammed back into her.

“UGH!” she groaned. “Keep going. Keep going! I’m going to cum again.”

I buried my two fingers deep into her sphincter while my hips drummed a new beat. “Cum for me, Jade. Cum on my dick.”

Jade’s groans picked up until they matched my pace.

“Cum, baby,” I urged. “Cum again.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s coming. I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

Unbelievably, I was so turned on that I felt my orgasm rise out of nowhere. I put my thrusting gear into overdrive.

Jade tensed up again. “Marcy!”

I pulled out in shock, and my ruined orgasm caused a weak dribble of spunk to plop onto Jade’s asscheek.

“Shit!” Jade said, turning around and falling to her knees. “I’m so sorry, Kitt. I don’t even know why I said that. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even thinking about her. I swear. I am so sorry.”

I took her hands in mine and pulled her into a hug. Leakage continued to fall from my dick onto her thigh, but I barely noticed it. “Hey, it’s okay. It happens. Don’t feel bad.”

“It’s not okay.” Jade shook and held me tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

“Jade, it’s okay.” I held her close to me so she couldn’t see my face. There was no way I looked happy right now. “Want to get in the shower?”

“You go ahead,” she said. “I’ll clean up out here first. Then maybe I’ll join you in a few.”

I ended up showering by myself. When I was cleaned up and dressed, I found Jade asleep on the couch, still naked. Nothing cleaned. “Jade?” I asked. “Baby?”

She didn’t stir. I wondered if she was actually asleep or just too embarrassed to look at me. Even still, I crossed the room, kissed her scalp, and went to my car. I had plenty of time to make it to work before 1 p.m. Jade didn’t have work until 4. I made a mental note to text her around 3 o’clock to ensure she was up on time.

Bethany was the first to greet me when I arrived at the hospital. We shared only a half schedule this week as I was 1 p.m. to 1 a.m. and she was 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., so we agreed to meet up during her lunch break just before my shift started. We usually ate in the cafeteria. The food was good but cheap. We got in line together and ordered for each other. It was a stupid game we’d played since our time in the college dorms.

“You look tired,” she said as we sat at a table opposite each other. “Getting enough sleep?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled before taking a bite out of my sandwich. “Sleep isn’t the problem.”

Even though my tone made it clear I didn’t want to talk about it, Bethany didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer. She put down her fork.

“Kitt, you can tell me. Is it Jade?”

I didn’t want to complain about my girlfriend to my friends because it might sour people’s opinion of my girlfriend. But Bethany was different. She and I went beyond friends.

“Jade and Marcy broke up,” I finally told her.

“Oh. That’s—that’s good. Isn’t it?” Her smile was fake. I could always tell because when she was forcing it, her dimple didn’t show up like it did when she smiled sincerely. But I still saw kindness in her big brown eyes.

“Yeah. I mean, it should be. But Jade is acting pretty different. She even called me Marcy today when she was...”

“I get the point,” Bethan said quickly. “How else is she acting differently?”

I took a long drink of water to wash down another bite of sandwich. Then I dropped my voice. “She only wants to have sex. Like constantly.”

“Okay. Again, too much information, but that’s my fault. I asked.”

I sighed and rubbed my face. Bethany wasn’t trying to be rude, and I needed to be frank. “What do I do?”

“Enjoy it?” Bethany didn’t seem to like the suggestion based on the sour expression on her face. “A lot of women want physical comfort after a breakup. It makes us feel safe and wanted. You’re going to have to help her through this.” She stabbed a tomato out of her salad and bit it in half. “You two might even come out stronger in the end for it.”

Out of the corner of my vision, I saw Dr. Granger enter the cafeteria. My head immediately turned as I watched her enter the food line. Bethany followed my gaze and rolled her eyes. “For heaven’s sake, Kitt,” she muttered. “It’s like your brain turns off every time you see her. Be grateful Jade isn’t around you when you’re near that woman.”

“I’m sorry!” I complained. “I can’t help it. I don’t know what it is.”

Bethany leaned forward, scowling at me. “How is it even fair to Jade? She just got cheated on. She’s turning to you for solace. And you’re ... pining over another woman.”

“I’m not pining.”

“You are the definition of pining. If you were a tree, you’d be a Mountain Pine. If you were an actor, you’d be Chris Pine.”

I put up a hand. “I get it.”

“If you were a cleaner, you’d be Pine-Sol. Why haven’t you ever asked her out?”

“I can’t.” I shook my head.” I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. I like Jade! Jade’s great. She’s fun. She’s gorgeous.”

Bethany copied me, putting up a hand and saying, “I get it. She’s not Dr. Granger.” Then her eyes did that thing where they became motherly and full of sympathy. “But you only get one life to live. And...” She bit her lip and looked at me tenderly. “If you like someone and think there’s any chance they might like you back, you should tell her.”

Dr. Granger spotted us after she exited the cashier line and took a seat at the table. I noticed she got a fruit bowl and a chicken burrito, the same thing she nearly always ordered. She was extremely fit and healthy. I’d seen her put in hours at the hospital gym. I used to go there if I knew she was working out, but I quickly learned she wasn’t much of a talker when she exercised and gave up on that tactic.

“How’s it going?” the doctor asked us.

“Good,” Bethany and I both said at the same time. “Jinx!” Bethany yelled before I could.

I sighed and stood up.

“Kitt will be right back after he buys me a drink. I’ll take a Diet Dr. Pepper, please.” She grinned widely at me, her pearly teeth on display and her dimple as visible as ever.

When I returned with the drink, the ladies were discussing Dr. Granger’s recent trip to New York City with her mother. “It was amazing,” the doctor gushed. “We saw a Broadway show every night. I’ve always wanted to see Hugh Jackman perform live. He’s phenomenal.”

“Phenomenal looking or phenomenally talented?” Bethany asked.

“Both,” Dr. Granger said with a mischievous smirk. “Let’s just say if I’d been Jean Gray in the X-Men movies, things would have ended differently between those two characters.”

Bethany covered up her mouth full of salad as she laughed. I just quietly took a big bite out of my sandwich. I couldn’t help but stare at Dr. Granger when she was this close to me. She was just so beautiful. Not in a model way, but a perfect-looking mom kind of way. She just looked like the perfect wife.

She didn’t need to wear makeup, but it was mostly very light when she did. She had dark blue eyes, full lips, a great chin, high cheekbones, and a fair complexion. Her hair was blonde, not naturally so, but dyed and maintained well enough, I could barely tell. Her body was also fantastic: medium height, thin runner’s legs, slender hips, and a perfect pair of D-cup breasts. The few times I had worked out with her, I’d spent so much time checking out her body in her exercise clothes I’d had trouble staying on my treadmill’s track.

In her scrubs and doctor’s coat, there wasn’t much to ogle, thankfully. Otherwise, I’d probably have missed my sandwich and taken a bite out of my hand. “What shows did you see?” I asked when I’d swallowed my food.

“Music Man,” she said. “Hadestown, Moulin Rouge, and Lion King.”

“Which was your favorite?”

Dr. Granger paused to think before answering. I could watch her do that all day. Meanwhile, Bethany was watching me stare at Dr. Granger with deep disappointment. What could I do? As much as I liked Jade, I was smitten by the doctor.

“Music Man. It’s a classic. So much fun. And,” she glanced again at Bethany, “Hugh Jackman.”

We discussed musicals and Hugh Jackman until Bethany and I returned to the ICU. With how tired I was, I was fortunate to have so many good friends at work because my mind was not in the right space that day. Bethany and I always had each other’s backs. But as ICU nurses, we also had intense jobs. One mistake could cost a life. And though we are human, many people forget that fact when something goes wrong or a patient dies. And someone can’t be 100% focused 100% of the time. As long as humans are involved, things accidents will happen.