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Kira Kesey
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Going two months without sex can put you in a REAL bad mood. Noises bother you more, people bother you more... it fucking blows.
It's bad when Mom even comments on it.
I'd been making dinner for us last night and forgot one key ingredient in one of my dishes, and I wound up breaking down and crying.
"Kira! We can go to the store, honey, what's wrong??" she'd asked, hugging me. "When was the last time you got laid, baby?!"
I wound up laughing at that even if i didn't want to.
But it had been since February.
In March, Mom and I took a trip down to Florida to get away from Ohio for a while.
Now here it was, early April, and Jack had seemingly vanished.
Or so I thought.
I'd gotten out of the shower one night and was brushing out my hair when my cordless rang. I walked into my room, my towel around my waist. I answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi," said the familiar voice. It was Jack!
"Jackson?" I began, slightly irritated as I sat down on my bed. "You'd better have a VERY good fuckin' excuse for not calling or stopping by..."
"Sorry..." he softly replied. "Things have been heavy lately, and..."
"So you vanish??" I cut him off. "We have sex, then you disappear. That's not the Jack I know."
I about said 'love', but I was too scared to admit my REAL feelings for this boy.
There was a pause on his end.
"It isn't. You're right," he replied.
His tone helped. He sounded guilty.
I sighed, letting my towel drop off as I stood up. I saw my nude self in the mirror. I normally weighed around a buck sixty, but I'd gotten a touch thicker, especially in my thigh, tit and ass region. My muffin top had slightly expanded (I was NOT pregnant by the way!) but I was sunkissed a little from the vaca, and I was glad to see my paleness was gone- at least for a little while.
I put on my favorite black tank and a fresh pair of panties as I talked to Jack.
"All right..." I said. "I can't stay mad at you."
"Thanks," Jack said, laughing a little. "What are you doing?"
I grinned a little. "Getting dressed for bed. I was just in the shower a little bit ago before you called."
"Oh?" Jack replied, his tone sounding curious. "All squeaky clean?"
I giggled. "Mhm."
"Must've been nice."
"Not really. You weren't here to join me."
"What...?"
"What....?" I echoed, laughing as I lay down on the bed. I spread my legs, feeling the coolness of my sheets beneath my skin. "You heard me."
"Too bad."
"It is."
Another pause. Then Jack surprised me.
"Are you alone?"
"Mhm. Mom's working a double again tonight. So I'm alone here in the bedroom."
"Laying down?"
"Mhm."
"Good. You look beautiful on your back anyway."
I blushed hard, biting my bottom lip and imagined him above me then... This boy!
"You look good above me..." I flirted back, crossing my legs. "Especially with that massive cock inside of me..."
I suddenly heard a loud zip on the other end. My mouth dropped open.
"Jack?" I asked, trying hard to stifle my laughter. "What are you doing over there?"
Silence. Then he cleared his throat.
"One guess," he said.
"Are you masturbating right now?" I asked, purposely making my tone seductive. I began to fondle my left tit from outside of my top, crossing my legs a little harder to begin stimulation.
"I am..."
I shivered a little in excitement.
"Mmmm... are we horny right now...?" I asked, my tone softer. I slowly groped my tit and, propping the phone between my neck and shoulder, I slid my panties off and kicked them off to the side.
"Yes, baby girl..."
I giggled, blushing as I immediately found my clit and began to slowly rub one out. I loved being called that... but it was altogether hot as fuck when Jack called me that.
He WAS Daddy, after all...