RED

Harrison put on his gray sweatpants that accentuated the outline of his penis, and strode to the living room. He settled down into his favorite armchair, ready to unwind. He closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh as the soft cushions enveloped him. But his relaxation was short-lived.

Suddenly an image of Kendra, naked and in a sexual position, flashed in his head. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight.

“What the fuck!” He muttered to himself. He pushed his hand into his pocket to take out his anxiety coin but, it wasn’t there. He tapped it multiple times. “Where is it?” He continued searching his pockets, patting down his sweatpants and singlet. Nothing. Harrison got up and began scanning the room, his gaze sweeping across the coffee table, side tables, and bookshelves. “Where could it be?” He thought, trying to recall.

Then, it hit him—his grandfather’s watch. He had put the coin inside the watch. Now, he knew the coin was in the watch but he couldn’t remember where he put the watch.

Harrison began searching the house, retracing his steps from the morning. Kendra came out to meet him in the living room, wearing a short sundress that showed off her thick thighs and round ass. Harrison groaned deeply. This was absurd. She never used to dress like this. Could it have been because of the other day? What they did was wrong—even if it took a post-heavy petting revelation to know it was. Kendra went to the kitchen and came back out with a glass of cranberry juice. She noticed his frantic searching.

“Lose something?” She asked, leaning against the wall, pushing out her curves. Harrison stared at her, lost in her body. She cleared her throat.

“Uh…yeah yeah. Something sentimental. Actually two things. My anxiety coin and my grandfather’s watch.”

“Anxiety coin? You still use that?” Kendra asked. “It has been three years since my mother died. How d—”

“—Have you seen any of them anywhere?” He asked her, cutting her off. Kendra shook her head sympathetically.

“I’ll help you look.” Harrison gave a small smile.

“Okay, check my room, I will handle down here.” He ordered and together, they searched the house, their voices filling the rooms as they called out to each other.

After a while of searching, Kendra came out with the wrist watch. She called out to him and he answered her from the garage.

“Found the watch…but I have no clue where the coin is.” She said and handed it to him. Harrison’s face lightened up immediately he opened the back of the watch and found the coin intact. Kendra’s once excited expression fell flat. How could he be so stuck on her late mother? Harrison’s face turned thoughtful.

“Wait, where is my phone?” He asked, patting his pockets. Kendra raised an eyebrow.

“You lost your phone too?” She asked. Harrison chuckled, scratching behind his head.

“Yeah, I’m having a bit of a scatterbrained morning.” He agreed.

“You would be lost without it.”

“I must have left it in one of the places I searched.” He replied.

“I gotta leave you to this one. I need to meet the twins. Will be back by evening.”

“Okay, don’t stay out too late.” He cautioned. Kendra bit her lower lip and sprang up, tiptoeing to reach his cheek with a kiss, deliberately pressing her breasts against his chest. This sent a jolt through Harrison.

“See you at dinner.” She called out, hastening away.

Harrison stood frozen, his gaze fixed on her swaying hips and the dress that hugged her curves.

“That dress is way too short,” He muttered to himself, frowning. “Should she be wearing that out, with all those guys ogling her?” He paused, taken aback by his comment. Since when did he care about what she wore or who looked at her? He had never been possessive before. Harrison shook his head, chuckling wryly. What was getting into him? He sighed heavily and turned to enter the house, in search of his phone.

Harrison scoured every room, but couldn’t find his phone. He remembered that he had searched every other room except for Kendra’s. What was it that made him hesitant?

He finally went into her space and saw his phone on her nightstand. As he reached for it, his gaze fell upon a peculiar book tucked away in the cabinet—101 ways to be manhandled by Harrison, reading the title, making his heart race. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the book. The content made his face flush. He was met with sketches, notes and musings—all intimate, all about him. Her playful scribbles and provocative ideas filled the pages. Harrison’s eyes widened as he realized this was Kendra’s private journal. He closed it. He felt like an intruder, but a part of him wanted to explore. He opened the book again. The drawings expressed scenarios he had never imagined, some tantalizing, others unsettling. His mind reeled with questions. What did she mean by manhandled? Was this her fantasy, or had they already crossed lines he couldn’t recall?

Harrison’s emotions were a mix of embarrassment, unease but most unbelievable, excitement. He hadn’t expected this level of intimacy, especially not in a book.

Harrison’s eyes remained glued to the pages, his face growing hotter. The sketches and writings stirred a deep desire within him. He couldn’t explain why, but the idea of Kendra fantasizing about him, about them, was oddly enticing.

As he delved deeper, his curiosity transformed into arousal. The images, the words, they seemed to whisper secrets of temptation. Harrison’s body responded. He found himself sitting on Kendra’s bed, the book still open in his hand. His fingers traced the sketches, imagining Kendra’s touch, her lips.

Harrison came across a page where she had described how she wanted him to kiss her, run his hands over her body, make her moan. The images in his mind were too much to beat, and he found himself pushing his hand underneath the elastic band of his sweatpants, his cock already hard and aching for release. He caught sight of her red lace underwear she left on her bed, and he picked it up, bringing it to his nose. It smelled of her, and it brought back the memory of when he finger fucked her in the kitchen. His cock throbbed. Her scent was intoxicating and arousing. The air simmered with tension as he surrendered to the weight of his imagination. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the fantasies she had penned in her book.

Harrison began to stroke his cock, his eyes closed as he imagined Kendra’s hands on him, her lips wrapped around his. He could hear her moans in his head and her voice whispering the dirty things she wanted him to do to her. He picked her bottle of lotion from the bed, it was vanilla scented. It drove him wild. His breath shuddered. He popped the cap open and poured some of it onto his palm. He applied it to his cock, cold and moist. He let out shuddered breaths.

“I want you to suck my cock, Kendra. I want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum all over your face.” He muttered lowly and softly, jolts of pleasure coursing through him as he stroked himself harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could see her, on her knees in front of him, her eyes looking up at him as she took his cock in her mouth. He could feel the warmth of her lips, the wetness of her tongue, the tightness of her throat on his cock as he swirled around his shaft. He groaned and took a big whiff of her lace underwear, his hips bucking as he imagined her taking him deeper, her head bobbing up and down. “Fuck, Kendra,” He whispered, his hand moving faster, his cock aching with the need for release. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He could see her spread out on the bed, her legs open and inviting, her pussy glistening with desire. “Argh fuck.” He pushed the lace underwear into his mouth, moaning and groaning as he stroked harder. He wanted to taste her, to tease her clit with his tongue until she was writhing and begging for more. The thought of her begging for him was too much, and he felt his orgasm building. He could feel the pleasure coursing through his body, his cock pulsing in his hand. He snatched the underwear from his mouth and wrapped it around his cock, thrusting into it until he came with a groan, his body shuddering as he spilled onto her panties. He heard the floorboard and sharply looked up at the door. Was Kendra back? He quickly returned the book back where he found it. He rushed to her toilet and took some toilet paper. He wiped himself up and after he flushed, caught his reflection in the mirror. He felt exhausted and guilty. He shouldn’t have read it, he should not have fantasized about her, he shouldn’t have wanked to her, in her own room, on her bed. He rushed out of her room, to check to see if anyone was in the house. The house was empty. He let out a breath of relief. It was all in his head.

Harrison flopped on his bed and sighed heavily. His mind was running with so many ‘should not’s’. But he also knew that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, about her body; her silk skin, her innocent but seductive eyes, her nipples, her round ass, her responsive pussy, her lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about the things she wanted him to do to her and wanted to do to him. And he wished he could make those fantasies a reality.