Ken James Fiction
Is Gretchen over her old flame?
2 – Saturday, June 10
It was after midnight when the ARide driver let them out in front of Andy's condo.
"That was fun," Gretchen said. "I've been wanting to see 'Neon Sun.'"
"Me, too. I haven't had much time for bands or Sixth Street since Pete and I started R&G Designs." Andy unlocked the door. "Want to come in?"
"Well . . . It's kind of late. I've got Mass in the morning." She glanced at her car in the condo's driveway, then looked back at Andy.
He took Gretchen in his arms and kissed her. She plastered her body against his and kissed him back. "Are you leading me into temptation, Herr Grant?"
"Do you want to be tempted, Fräulein Pfennig?" He kissed her again. "At least, come in for a drink."
Gretchen giggled. "I am tempted." She pulled away, then held out her hand. Andy took it and led her into the condo.
"What do you want to drink?" he asked. "I tended bar in college. I can make most anything."
She shook her head. "No more alcohol. I have to drive."
"You can sleep here." It was their third date and he'd finally worked up the nerve to say it.
"Why Mr. Grant." Her voice changed from Texas cowgirl drawl to pure Southern Belle. "I do believe you have designs upon my virtue." She fluttered an imaginary fan and batted her eyelashes.
"There's always the guest room. The door has a lock, if you're worried."
"I'm sure you'll be a perfect gentleman," she said in the Southern Belle voice. "But I still don't want a drink." She settled on the couch and smiled seductively. "Put on some music. Something soft and romantic."
Andy put on the "Sinatra" satellite channel and joined Gretchen on the couch. She took him in her arms and kissed him open-mouthed, darting her tongue against his. "You kiss good," she whispered.
"So do you." He kissed her back, hard with a little more tongue.
She guided his hands to the top button of her low-cut peasant blouse. This was the first night she hadn't worn boots, jeans, and a cowgirl shirt. "You really have been a 'perfect gentleman.' Maybe even a little too perfect." He unfastened her top button and moved down to the next one. "Yeah . . . Heavy petting's fun, but we've done all we can with our clothes on."
"Didn't want to push." He undid the final button and pulled her blouse open, revealing the white half-bra supporting her impressive cleavage.
"Well, I'm feeling pushy." She leaned forward so he could remove her blouse. "That's better. Now, take your shirt off. And then my bra." He did.
Gretchen cupped her heavy breasts and smiled at Andy. "Like these tits?"
"Oh yeah." He set her blouse on the back of the couch and reached for her.
"So come play with 'em."
"Okay." Andy fondled Gretchen's breasts and pinched her nipples while kissing her. First her lips, then her eyelids, forehead, cheekbones, throat . . . gradually licking and kissing his way down to her breasts. She moaned as he sucked her puffy nipples.
"Oh meine Liebe!" she gasped. "You do that so good."
"Sure feels good to me." Andy lifted his face from Gretchen's bosom and kissed her on the mouth.
They melted into the kiss. After some timeless interval, Gretchen asked, "Know what I want now?"
"To see your bedroom."
* * * *
Andy's heart pounded as he led Gretchen up the stairs and into the master bedroom at the front of the condo.
She stopped at the doorway, taking in the simple furnishings. "Nice big bed. Looks comfortable."
"Yeah. It is." Andy tried to focus on Gretchen's face, but his gaze kept slipping down to her big breasts and hard nipples, set in her broad pink areolas.
"Tell me, Andy." She stepped into the room and put a hand on his chest. "Do you think I'm a 'nice girl?'"
"Uh . . . sure."
"But, what's 'nice?'" She put her hands on his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. "Sweet? Shy? Unattainable? A good little German Catholic girl?"
"Well . . . I dunno . . ."
"If so, I'm not 'nice.' I'm pushy and go after the things I want." She kissed him, flattening her breasts against his chest and grinding her crotch against the big bulge in his jeans. "And I get just as horny as any guy."
Gretchen grabbed Andy's hand and put it up her skirt. He felt bare moist flesh and soft pubic hair. "Don't 'nice' girls wear panties?" She moaned as he teased her folds with his index finger.
"I think this is nice." He cupped her vulva and slid his middle finger into her pussy.
"It's naughty." Her breath grew ragged as he worked his finger inside her. "I like being naughty."
"Nice and naughty." He pulled his finger out of her pussy, raised it to his lips, and sucked it. "Tasty!" He unfastened her short skirt and let it fall to the carpet.
"You like my body?" Gretchen touched one of her breasts, then let her hand wander over her belly and down to her thick golden pubic thatch.
"Yeah." He reached between her legs.
She pushed his hand away. "My turn." She unbuckled his belt, then opened his fly. "I want to see your cock." She pulled his jeans down around his ankles and rubbed his stiff dick through his tightly-stretched briefs. "I've been dreaming about this, ever since I saw you at Slick's."
"Even before your friends left?" Andy had seen her across the room, watching him shoot pool with Pete. There'd been three people with her—a man and woman who were obviously a couple, and another man who'd watched Gretchen possessively.
"Yeah. You and your buddy . . ."
"Of course. Pete." She ran her thumb and index finger up and down the tent pole in Andy's briefs. The wet spot in the fabric stretched over his cock-head grew bigger. "You and Pete were the hottest guys in the place. All the women were drooling over you. That made all the men jealous. Sure got my . . . uh . . . the guy I was . . . with . . . pissed off."
"Klaus isn't my boyfriend. He wants to be. Even pretends he is . . . But, well, he's just not."
"Okay." He wasn't sure what else to say.
"I do what I want. Not what Klaus and our families want." She reached into Andy's briefs and took his stiff cock and bulging balls out. "And I want you." She wrapped her hand around his swollen pole and ran her fingers up and down his rigid shaft. "I hope you want me, too."
"Oh, I do. Real bad." He took a couple of short steps toward her, hobbled by the jeans around his ankles.
"Good." Gretchen sat on the bed to take her shoes off. Andy undressed quickly. She rolled onto her back and he climbed on top of her. "Fuck me now," she said. "Right now. Don't say anything. Just fuck me."
She gripped his stiff shaft and guided his cock-head into her folds. "Fuck me now." He fumbled for a moment, then found the proper angle and slid into her pussy, all the way to his balls.
"That's right," Gretchen whispered. "Your big hard cock . . . filling my tight little cunt. Fucking me . . ." She rolled her hips in a slow relentless rhythm, like the incoming tide. He fucked her with long strokes that grew faster and harder as she increased the pace.
"Oh Gott, Liebchen!" she gasped. "I'm coming!" She screamed and thrashed under Andy, held down by his weight as he pounded her pussy, steadily pushing toward his own climax.
"Come on, Andy!" Gretchen's voice was ragged. "Shoot your big gun! I want to feel you come!"
Andy's nuts tightened. "All right, Princess! I'm coming!" They screamed together as he drove his throbbing cock up her convulsive cunt, firing another thick pulse of cum with each rough thrust.
They finally stopped, gasping for breath, with Andy on top of Gretchen, propped up on his elbows to keep his weight off her heaving chest.
"Oh Andy," she whispered. "That was so good. I needed a good hard fucking."
"I do all right?" He kissed her.
She kissed him back, enthusiastically. "Gott yes, Liebchen. Way better than 'all right.' You're a stallion. I hope it was as good for you."
"Well . . ." He was getting hard again. "Only thing better would be doing it again."
"Jawohl meine Hengst!" She kissed him again, open-mouthed with lots of aggressive tongue. "I'm ready for a long hard ride." She slipped her hand between their bodies and guided his already-stiff cock between her legs.
"Not so fast." Andy laughed and rose to his knees. "We did it your way. Now, it's my turn."
"Of course, Liebchen." She wrapped her hand around his rigid pole and slowly ran her fingers up and down its swollen shaft. "Whatever my stallion wants."
Andy stroked Gretchen's long blond hair, then moved his hands down to her breasts. "You're such a sexy woman."
"And you're a hot stud." She put her hands on the back of his neck and pulled his face down to her chest. "Oh yeah!" She moaned and stroked his hair while he licked and kissed her big firm breasts and sucked her hard nipples. "That's right!"
Gretchen's moans grew louder when Andy left her breasts and kissed his way down her rib cage, over her flat belly, and finally to her pelvis. Sweat, her juices, and traces of his cum matted her thick blond pubic thatch.
She saw him looking. "Am I nasty down there?"
"Nasty in a good way." The sight made his cock even harder. "Sexy as hell. Like the rest of you." He kissed her luscious pelt, catching her hairs between his compressed lips and gently tugging on them.
She giggled. "Rode hard and put up wet?"
"Ride's just starting." He showered kisses on her inner thighs, approaching her pussy, then dancing away.
"Come on, Liebchen!" She pulled his face down to her crotch. "Eat me for real!"
"Okay." Andy gently nibbled her neat outer lips, drawing them into his mouth and stroking them with his tongue.
"Yeah!" Gretchen whispered. "That's right!" She ran her fingers through his buzz cut as he slid his tongue up and down her puffy slit, tasting her sweetly tart juices mixed with his cum as he pressed into her depths.
He pulled her open and thrust his stiff tongue into her hot pink female center. She moaned and gripped his shoulders, rolling her pelvis as he tongue-fucked her. "Fuck, Baby!" she gasped. "That's good!" She screamed softly, coming as he worked his tongue faster and pushed it in deeper.
He lifted his head from her crotch and looked into her eyes. His face was shiny with her juices. "You like that?"
"Oh yes! You give great head. I don't usually come just from a guy using his tongue."
"I'm just getting started." He licked her clit hood, pressing hard into her puffy flesh. When her breathing grew ragged, he pulled her clit hood back and clamped his lips around her little swollen pink bud.
"Gott!" she gasped "Ist gut!" She grabbed the back of his head, forcing it down into her vulva. "Suck my clit. Hard!" Her moans grew louder as he slid two fingers into her pussy and worked them in and out while he licked and sucked her clit.
Gretchen's hips shook and she screamed as she came. Her pelvis battered Andy's face while he sucked and finger-fucked her, keeping her coming until she finally collapsed on the mattress.
"That was so good." She lifted her head to look at his face. "Now, fuck me. I need your big hard cock."
He knelt between her spread thighs, then bent forward and kissed her.
"You're such a good kisser." She grabbed his pole and guided it between her folds. "But I want this big stiff dick. In my cunt!"
Andy pulled his cock away and slid a finger into Gretchen's slit. "Guess you're wet enough."
"Don't tease. Fuck me! Now! Please . . ."
"Maybe you should ask in German."
"Arschloch!" She laughed. "You don't speak German."
"I've learned a few words."
She laughed again. "Some of the dirty ones."
"Gut." She gripped his cock again. "Jetzt ist meine Fotze dich ficken."
"Now, that sounds dirty." He took her with one quick thrust, stopping with his balls pressed against her vulva.
"Fuck, Andy!" she gasped. "That's right. Now, pound my pussy. I'm ready for a good hard ride."
He gripped the insides of her knees and lifted her legs. "Like this?" He pulled almost out, then slammed home.
"Oh yeah, Stud." She squealed as he pulled out, then rammed her again. "Just like that."
"You got it . . . Liebchen." The sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room as he fucked her hard and fast.
"Oh fuck! Oh Gott! Your cock! Meine Fotze!" She fondled her tits and squeezed her swollen nipples while rocking her pelvis in time with his driving rod. "Oh meine Liebe! I'm coming!"
The tension in Andy's balls built rapidly. "Ready for a big hot load, Baby?"
"Ja, Baby! Shoot it." She rubbed her clit frantically while her body shook and thrashed. "Pump your hot cum up my . . . Oh Jesus! Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" She screamed, coming violently as he emptied his nuts into her spasming pussy.
They finally collapsed on the bed. "Mein Gott, Liebchen," she whispered. "It just keeps getting better and better."
* * * *
The sun was shining brightly through the bedroom blinds. Andy woke up with an immense boner that grew even bigger as he remembered the previous night. Gretchen was curled up beside him. He plastered his body against her back, pressed his hard-on between her buttocks, and reached over her to fondle her breasts.
"Oh Baby!" She shifted to press her body more tightly against his. "That feels so good. Your big wiener schnitzel between my buns."
"So you like this?" He slid his stiff pole up and down her crack.
"Ja, Liebchen. It feels—" She froze when he shifted his position, pressing his cock-head into her asshole. "No!" She tried to pull away, but he held her in place. "Not that."
"Are you sure?" He let her go, but she didn't try to get away.
"No . . . I mean 'yes.' I want to do that for you, but I'm afraid. I've never had a man . . . back there." She pushed back, taking a little more of his tip. "Nothing bigger than a finger."
"It's all right. I won't hurt you."
"I know." She rolled over and kissed him, long and hard. "Your last girlfriend. Did you fuck her ass?"
"No. I've never done it with a woman."
"A woman? How about a man?"
"Not with a man, either." He suddenly thought of Pete, bent over naked in the gym shower, showing off the puckered hole between his muscular buttocks. "I'm not gay," he added, a little too strongly.
She was silent for a moment. "You'd be gentle?"
"Of course. I don't want to hurt you."
"Someday." She kissed him again, catching his hard-on between her thighs and pressing her breasts into his chest. "But not now. There are so many other things we can do. And we have all of today."
"But first . . ." Gretchen stood up and walked out the door. Andy watched her graceful butt and swaying breasts until she was out of sight, then got up and followed her downstairs.
"I need to call Aunt Lucy." Gretchen padded naked across the living room, dug the phone out of her purse, and turned it on. "To tell her I won't be going to Mass with her this morning." She sat on the couch, smiled at Andy, and patted the cushion beside her. He was naked and hard.
Andy sat beside Gretchen and kissed her on the cheek, then reached between her legs.
"Liebchen!" She giggled and moved his hand to her thigh. "Not now." She squeezed his hand briefly, then turned to her phone. "Soon, but I must—Scheisse!"
"That Klaus! Klaus the clown!" She punched the phone's screen angrily. "Five messages he leaves. Since last night!" She sighed. "Well . . . I must call Aunt Lucy."
The phone rang. "Oh no!" she groaned. "Again with Klaus!" She swiped the screen. "Was willst du?"
Andy didn't understand the torrent of German that followed, but he had no trouble recognizing the tone of Gretchen's voice or the expression on her face as she went from anger to exasperation and finally resignation.
"Gut," she sighed. "In Fredericksburg wirst du sehen." She hung up and set the phone on the coffee table.
"You're going to see him."
"Yeah. To tell him in person to leave me alone." Andy's dick had softened during Gretchen's phone conversation, but it stiffened instantly when she wrapped her hand around it. "But Klaus is later. Right now . . ." She giggled and let him go, then picked up the phone again. "I want your big hard cock, but I have to call Aunt Lucy first. It'll only take a minute."
It took less time than that. She put the phone down and straddled Andy's hips. "Now for your big stiff schwanz."
* * * *
"This is fun." Gretchen leaned back and took a sip from the tall flute glass. "Naked breakfast." She took another sip, then set the glass on the table. "With mimosas."
Andy finished a bite of scrambled eggs and reached for his coffee cup. "You're intoxicating."
"You're sweet, as well as sexy." She extended her leg, raising her foot to his groin. "And I like a man who cooks."
"Bacon and eggs aren't too hard."
She giggled. "Well, something's getting hard."
"You do that to me."
Gretchen lowered her foot and took another bite of bacon. "I'm just as horny. And I'm going to show you." She ate a forkful of eggs. "As soon as we finish this lovely breakfast."
They finished their mimosas. Andy looked at the champagne bottle. "Just enough for two more." He refilled their glasses and added more orange juice.
"So nice." Gretchen pushed her empty plate away and sipped her mimosa. "But next time, you must let me cook."
"That's fair." Andy stood up and took her hand. "But for now . . ." They carried their drinks over to the couch.
"I'm flying to San Francisco next Sunday," he said. "We're remodeling the Pacific Sunrise Trading Company's headquarters and I'm meeting with the board of directors."
"San Francisco." She squeezed his thigh. "I've always heard it's a fun city."
"It won't be much of a vacation." He put his hand over hers. "Just a lot of going over plans."
"Too bad." She slid her hand up his thigh and smiled at his stiffening rod.
"I'm going to Houston next week. Taking a couple days off to see the Italian Renaissance exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts." He hesitated. "Want to take some time off work and come with me?"
She didn't answer. "I know it's kind of soon."
"It's not that. But I have to go to Fredericksburg next week. We'll be deposing witnesses in that GMO lawsuit." She was an associate at Stotzer, Fleishman, and Bowen, one of Austin's big law firms. They were representing a group of farmers against a giant agribusiness in a suit over hybrid seeds.
"Maybe I can spend a couple days in Fredericksburg. It's only ninety miles away."
"We wouldn't have much time together. We'll be working late. We're deposing farmers and have to adjust to their schedule."
"Well . . . Still . . ."
"I'm staying with my parents. They wouldn't let us sleep together."
"We wouldn't have to have sex."
"That's so noble." She kissed him passionately. "But I'd be dragging you out to the barn."
"Doesn't sound like a problem to me."
"But I don't want to fuck on a hay bale. I've outgrown that."
"No." She laughed and wrapped her hand around his hard dick. "We'll just have to see."
* * * *
"I wish I didn't have to go," Gretchen said. It was sunset and she was at the front door, kissing Andy. "I'd like this weekend to go on forever."
"Yeah. Me too. But . . . well . . . it doesn't." Andy ran her hands down Gretchen's back to her buttocks and ground his crotch into hers.
"Gott, Liebchen," she whispered. "Keep doing that and I'll drag you back to bed."
"Naughty boy!" She laughed and pushed him away. "You tempt me, but I'm leaving at dawn and I still have to pack."
"I could come to Fredericksburg. Maybe on Wednesday. I'd get a hotel room and you could come visit me. You wouldn't have to spend the night."
"Well, maybe. It depends on how late we work. And I wouldn't want to go back to my parents after spending time with you."
"Do you know how late you'll be working?"
"No. We haven't finalized the schedule." She kissed him again, then reached for the doorknob. "We'll try to finish early on Friday. That way, I can spend the weekend with you."
"Okay." He didn't know what else to say.
"Don't worry Liebchen." She put her hand on his crotch bulge. "I'll make it up to you." She kissed him again, then left quickly.
He got a beer and sat on the couch, trying to watch a game. It almost seemed like she didn't want to see him this week. And her boyfriend lived in Fredericksburg . . .
This is Chapter 2 of Love Bi-Angle,
Coming next month – Love Bi-Angle Chapter 3
Gretchen confronts her abusive boyfriend.