Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 (26 page)

"Not boobs," Kent blurted out, shaking his head. "Alright, I'm gonna grab some water and turn the AC down a little more."

I watched him get up, still trying to figure out what Jen would've done to him. I still hadn't figured it out by the time he came back to his seat. "If it wasn't her boobs then...?"

Kent pulled in a breath after he'd sat down and put the water on the table. "Her vagina, Elly."

I pressed my lips together, staring at the water and slowly nodded, "Right, yeah, of course, I'll be right back..." I got up and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were bright pink. I shook my head at my reflection, my hands gripping the sides of the counter. I whispered to myself, "Feel better now, Elly, now that you've bullied that out of him? Now you'll forever have the image of him with his head between her..." I cringed and felt my lunch rising up to my throat. It burned as I turned around and vomited in the toilet. "Oh god." I moaned as I flushed, my eyes closed against the contents being washed away. "Stop thinking about it..." I scolded myself softly.

There was a knock at the door, Kent's voice floated through it. "You okay, Elly? Do I need to hold your hair?"
 

I pressed my lips together, hoping he hadn't overheard me talking to myself. "Um...no, I'm fine. I'll be out in a--" The image came back into my mind again when I thought about hair and I bent over the toilet and vomited some more, it was louder this time, not much was left in my stomach at that point.

I heard the door open and Kent's feet padding on the tile floor as he came into the bathroom. He pulled the hair out of my face and held it with one hand as the other ran up and down my back. It was an annoyingly comforting feeling.

My hands were on the rim of the toilet, trying to hide what was in there from Kent's eyes. I flushed quickly and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe at my mouth.
 

"Kent, I'm fine, really." I said softly, throwing the paper into the water. My eyes were still closed, I wasn't sure I could do this. I wasn't sure I could look at his face. Maybe this was what I needed to finally be completely over him. He clearly loved Jen to let her do that to him. Especially long enough to leave a burn!
 

"You know how many times I've seen your vomit, Elly? It's no big deal. When you think you're done you can lay down on the couch for a little bit and I'll highlight your notes for you."

The soothing feeling of his warm hand on my back sent shivers up my spine and gave me goosebumps, I fought them back, chalking it up to the AC being turned on. I looked down at my sweater and cursed and when I caught sight of the vomit there I vomited again, retching loudly into the toilet. I moaned softly, "I need water, please."

Kent nodded his head and let my hair go. Oh god, how was I going to make it through the rest of the study session? I was going to fail this final, for real. I didn't have time to think anymore, he returned swiftly with a glass of water and held it to my lips. "Drink a little of this then you're going to turn around and we're going to get that sweater off of you. I got an extra shirt for when we get you out of that," he said.

I held the glass between my hands and tilted it back slowly, my eyes still closed, partly because I didn't want to see the vomit and partly because I didn't want to see him.

I heard Kent shuffle behind me and then felt his arms around me, I froze as his hands inched my shirt upwards.
 

"Lift your arms," he said softly. When I did he pulled the shirt over my head, careful not to spill the water still in my hand. He put something soft on my shoulder and then left the bathroom. "I'll go throw this in the washing machine."

I opened my eyes when I heard him in the kitchen and stared at myself, clad in only a pretty white bra with a gray male tank top draped over my shoulder. Even with the new body he didn't stop to stare at me or quiver when he was near me. I yanked the tank top off my shoulder roughly, pissed at myself for caring whether he was affected or not. Especially after...No! I wasn't going to think about it again.
 

I pulled the tank top on and then tied it at my side, making it fashionable and tight though the scoop neck was too large and showed off most of my bra, but that couldn't be helped. I came out of the bathroom after using some mouthwash and sat down at the kitchen table again after moving the chair to the other side of him.

"You should've given me one of Jen's sweaters. I'm small enough to fit in them now."

I heard the beep of the washing machine and then saw him coming back towards me. He grabbed another glass and filled it up at the sink with water, his eyes roaming over me for a long second. He was probably just looking for missed vomit or something. "Pfft, I think mine is a better look on you. Makes you look badass."

Kent's voice lowered as he dropped the glass off at the counter. "And sexy." It was almost too quiet to hear. Almost.

I raised my eyebrows, "What did you say?"

Kent seemed to struggle with himself for a moment, "I said, and sexy."

I stared at him and then shook my head to my shoulder, first on the right side then on the left, maybe I had blockage. "What? Sexy?" I blinked at him. "I just vomited in your toilet because..." I let that thought drop off, he didn't need to know the whys. "I just vomited in your toilet and you're saying that I look sexy?"

"I'm saying that you look sexy in my tank top."

I didn't want feel disappointed, but I was. He would say that about any good looking girl, and probably had to Jen on numerous occasions. I untied the knot at the side of the tank top, hopefully making it less sexy.

"Oh, right, well, thanks." I turned back to the table and hit his notebook with my pencil, avoiding his gaze further. "Come on, we're losing valuable study time."

He obeyed and came back to the table, "I'm sorry I got us off topic, it will be strictly business from this point forward. Now, let's review impressionism."

For the next few hours we studied hard. Very few times did we break from the studying. One of those times was when Kent could put my sweater out to dry, the other was so he could brew some coffee several hours after sundown.

The information about how Jen liked to punish Kent was long forgotten as the history of art filled my brain. I was slowly dropping, my head on my arm sinking closer and closer to the page beneath it. "Kenny, so tired..." I said groggily.

Finally he stopped and closed his notebook. "Want to crash on the couch and we can start in the morning? I'll cook breakfast."

"Or here is good too." My head fell onto the notebook with a dull thud.

My eyes wouldn't open to see Kent but I heard him shuffling around and soon I felt like I was flying because he'd picked me up and walked me somewhere.
 

"You're not going to sleep in the damn chair at the table."

I leaned my head against his chest for the brief time I was in his arms. When I was laying on the couch I curled up into a little ball.
 

"It's cold."

It wasn't long before I felt something warm and fuzzy being draped over me. Another moment later I felt Kent kiss the top of my head.
 

"Sleep well, Elly."
 

It was the last thing I remembered before I slipped into sleep.

Chapter Thirty-Four

In my dream Jen's vagina was coming towards my face. I fell violently off the couch and onto the hardwood floor.
 

"Ow, shit!" I whispered softly into the darkness.

I heard the thud of feet across the floor as Kent came rushing into the living room.
 

"Elly, you alright?"
 

I looked up and saw his bottom half wrapped in a blanket, his dark eyes staring down at me, concerned.

I felt heat drop to my breasts, my nipples tightened and I looked down, realizing the damn things were free, the tank top had turned sideways and somehow my bra had disappeared. I turned away from him quickly and grabbed the blanket I'd been given, covering myself with it before he noticed.
 

"Yeah, fine."

When I turned back to look at him I realized by the little look of surprise in his eyes that he'd seen. He looked away and heard him lick his lips.
 

"You were so tired I just put you on the couch. There is another bed if you'd like more room. It's full of clothes and shit but I'll put them somewhere else. I don't want you falling off the couch again."

"Okay," I got up and grabbed my bra from the back of the couch and then looked at him, waiting for him to lead the way. "Sorry I fell asleep on you."

"It's alright, Elly. Kind of reminds me of old times when you'd nod off at the computer." He winked as he turned around and took me to the guest room. He opened the door for me and scooped a pile of clothes off the bed. He put them on a chair in the corner of the room and then stepped back. "Want me to tuck you in, sleepy head?" Kent chuckled.

"Yeah, I do." I swept past him and crawled into the bed, flirting with him in my still sleep-laden state. I was being a smart ass and didn't expect him to follow through. Not the way I'd eluded to, anyway. He'd pull the covers up and kiss my forehead, of that I was sure.

And he did. He sat down on the bed next to me and pulled the covers up. But instead of my forehead he leaned down and kissed my cheek just a few inches from my lips. For a moment he seemed to hesitate. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

My stomach clenched at the intimacy. The near intimacy. "Why did you do that?" I whispered, staying deathly still under the covers.

Kent grabbed the blanket that had fallen onto the floor and rewrapped around his waist as he pulled a breath in and let it out slowly. "I...I don't know, Elly. I, uh...I'm going to go back to bed. If you need something just call..."

I sat up and grabbed for the top of the blanket at his waist, pulling him forward towards me in the darkness. I knew that this would be the only time I'd get this chance. The chance to feel his warmth in the bed behind me. I could close my eyes and pretend that he was mine.

"Wait, stay with me until I fall back asleep?" I pressed my lips together, hoping I knew him as well as I thought I did. I let go of his blanket slowly and laid back down, pulling the covers around myself again.

He stood there looking down at me for a long moment. When I was sure he was going to leave the room he nodded his head, "Scoot over." I watched him sit on the bed like I was a leper and felt tears prick at my eyes. So he would be in the bed with me but he didn't want to be close to me. What did I expect? I wasn't his girlfriend. I wasn't his cuddle buddy. I was just his friend and current study partner.

I closed my eyes tight and rolled over so my back was to him. I tried to clear my mind and then tried thinking about art history, baseball, The Bachelor. As soon as I saw the rose in my mind I felt his weight shift, and felt his warmth against my back. A few times when we were hanging out late in his room we'd fallen asleep on his bed and I'd woken up with him spooning me but it had never started out that way. My heart started to thud loudly in my chest.

I tried to clear the thoughts in my head that were suddenly turning dirty. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lower lip.
Oh my god, Elly. What are you doing? You seriously need to get laid.
 

I shifted a little, trying to see if he was aroused or just, being like a teddy bear. I could feel a little something, and as I wiggled I felt a little more. Oh shit. I bit my lower lip a bit more.

"You not comfortable?" He asked me as I felt him turn his lower half a little.

I reached behind me before I knew why I was doing it and put my hand on his leg to keep him from turning.
 

"I'm fine," I whispered softly. I removed my hand from his leg and slipped it back under the covers. I waited in the darkness to hear his breath deepen signaling that he was asleep.

I battled with myself internally on what to do next. Curiosity got the best of me and the little devil won out. I slowly, so slowly, lifted my arm from under the covers and reached it between our bodies, feeling for his crotch through his blanket and boxers.

Surprisingly, he was kind of hard, and larger than what I had remembered from when I caught him masturbating in his room so long ago.

I closed my eyes tight and held my breath as I stroked along the length of him, my thumb rubbing his tip gently. I wasn't sure what he'd do if he woke up, but apparently I was willing to find out. I could feel him growing more in my hand as I stroked him.

I pressed my thighs together as my insides started to flood with arousal. I slipped my warm fingers through the slit and wrapped my hand around him, squeezing lightly. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. His breathing hadn't changed yet, he appeared to be asleep still.

I stroked him a couple more times and then abandoned it for his hand. I pulled his hand slowly, softly until it was resting on the tank top's arm hole that was barely covering my breast. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip hard to keep from moaning, his hand, so rough and warm was like ...heaven against my sensitive skin. Sparkling erotic heaven. I felt his hardness pressing against my backside and felt it throbbing as if it wanted out of the boxers. His breathing was unchanged.

I cupped the back of his hand and squeezed so that his hand squeezed my breast and then I reached back between us again, rolling forward a little so I could get my hand around him. I groaned and then bit my lip harder, punishing myself for being vocal. I felt him shift, but he only pushed his hips forward so his dick pressed against my ass with my hand still gripping it. My hand froze, while I waited to see if he'd awaken. His breathing went back to being steady once more.

I slipped from the bed slowly and then crawled back on it, next to him without the barrier of the covers between us. I closed my eyes as I put his arm back on my breast. And bit back another groan as I thrust my ass back against him.