AllFreeNovel
Share Us
5
JAK. “You see, I can’t do that. I can’t pull on your sexual strings and have any kind of expectation emotion won’t be attached. Everything within us is connected. I’ve either captured you or I haven’t. If I tug on a sexual string I want emotion attached,” I explained.
“Jak, I’m sorry. I’m lost. I’m frustrated. Fine. Emotion. Sex. Loyalty. Feelings. What the fuck ever. Have them. I just want you. Pull my strings, every damned one of them. I was just trying to tell you what I thought you wanted to hear. Well actually,” she paused, stood from the couch and walked to the far side of the living area.
She stared out the large window, “I was telling you I wouldn’t feel emotion because that’s what most guys want to hear. Hell, I didn’t know what emotion was until you touched me.”
“Now?” she turned and raised her hands to her head and scratched frantically.
Her hair fell down along her arms as she tossed it back and forth, “Now I feel like you’ve shoved your hand inside of me and are controlling my every move like I’m some fucking puppet. You hypnotize me when you talk to me Jak. The bad thing is this - I like it.”
She released her hair and pushed her hands into the rear pockets of her jeans, “You’re not going to fuck me over?”
I shook my head, “It’ll never happen. And I’m not most guys.”
“I know you’re not. And never? How can you say never?” she asked as she twisted her hips back and forth.
Standing in front of the window in what was probably her best pair of faded jeans, she looked adorable. The tee shirt she wore hugged her body like a glove, revealing a more athletic body than the loose fitting concert shirts she had worn previously. With her hands behind her and her shoulders high, her back arched. As she nervously twisted her body back and forth, I caught glimpses of the tattoos which covered her from upper bicep to the back of her hand.
“Karter,” I paused and stood from the couch.
Positioned almost twenty feet from her, I was comfortable telling her how I felt. Any opposition from this distance would be easy for me to overcome. If she rejected me while I was holding her in my arms, I’d feel the pain for a lifetime.
“If you called me tomorrow and told me you couldn’t see me for some reason, whatever that might be, I have no idea how I’d make it through the day. I’m fascinated by you. I think you’re gorgeous. I want to kiss you, smell your hair, hold you in my arms, and touch every inch of your skin with my hands,” I shook my head in sexual frustration as I studied her standing before me with her hands still pressed into the rear pockets of her jeans.
She twisted her hips back and forth and grinned. Overwhelmed by her simple beauty and my unwillingness to act upon my sexual desires, I shifted my gaze to my boots, “I want to see you naked. Hell, I want fuck you senseless, fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up and do it all over again. But that’s not why I’m here Karter. It’s not why I’m in your life or allowing you to be in mine. I’m here because you provide me with something I’ve never felt, and I don’t know how I can live without it or without you for that matter. I really don’t give an absolute fuck if I’ve known you a week or a year; you make me feel the way you make me feel. You and I click, Karter.”
I realized I was fumbling with the change in my pockets and still staring at my boots. I felt like a little boy again. I had allowed myself to become human and went on a five minute rant about my feelings. She had said nothing in response. In hindsight, I really didn’t give her an opportunity. Although I had so much more I felt I needed to say, I decided it was as good of a place as any to stop. I pulled my hands from my pockets and looked upward in hope of a verbal confirmation of feelings or rebuttal of some sort.
Karter stood before me, shirtless. Her small but perky breasts were uncovered. On the floor beside her the tee shirt, shoes and bra she was wearing formed a small pile. She was barefoot, and making every effort to push the waist of her unbuttoned jeans down her thighs. She looked up as I studied her face. Her expression was one of playful wonder. It was as if she wanted confirmation what she was doing was acceptable. I smiled, reached down, and pulled my tee shirt over my head. I remained where I stood and bent down to unlace my boots while I continued to focus on her. As I unbuckled my belt and pressed my thumbs into the waist of my boxers, I paused. As she kicked her jeans from her feet, she reached for the waist of her panties. Quietly pulling her panties down her thighs, she smiled and winked one eye.
I hesitated and admired her tattoos as she fought to remove her underwear. Her entire shoulder and a portion of her upper chest were covered in a colorful floral display. As she lifted her foot from the floor and released them beside the pile of clothes, I pushed my boxers and jeans to the floor and kicked them aside.
“What the fuck!” she gasped.
