Chapter 1: Introduction
Kevin found out that Mindy's husband died unexpectantly and he texts her. "I'm so sorry Mindy, what happened?"
Mindy replies with "suicide". Kevin can't belive it. A few more texts, and Kevin says "id like to drop dinner off tomorrow night for you and your son Cooper". Kevin used to coach Cooper in baseball.
"Sure, that would be great" Mindy says. "You've always been so kind to us."
The next day, Kevin pulls up to Mindy's house. It's a sprawling Victorian, the kind with a red-brick facade and ivy crawling up the sides like it's trying to reclaim the place. He gets out of his car, a bag of takeout from their favorite Italian place in hand, and walks up the stone path to the porch. The wrought-iron railings creak slightly under his weight as he climbs the steps.
Mindy opens the door before he can knock.
She's dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, her long, wavy brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her eyes, though, tell a story of their own—they're red-rimmed and tired, but there's a spark in them that hasn't been extinguished yet. "Hey, Kevin," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey, Mindy," Kevin replies, holding up the bag of food. "I brought dinner."
She steps back to let him in. "Thank you.
That smells amazing," Mindy says as she takes the bag from him. "I haven't really been cooking much lately."
Kevin nods, understanding. "It's no problem at all. I know how hard it can be to find the energy for stuff like that."
Mindy leads him to the kitchen, which is filled with the scent of beeswax polish and the hum of old appliances. She sets the food on the counter and turns to face him. "I really appreciate you dropping by, Kevin. It means a lot."
Kevin gives her a warm smile. "Of course, Mindy." She comes over and gives me a big hug and starts to cry. "Why would he do this to us Kevin?" Mindy cries into his chest, her voice muffled but full of pain.
Kevin holds her tighter, stroking her back gently. "I don't know, Mindy. I don't know." He resigns, never claiming to understand the complexities of the human mind, especially not in a situation like this.
Mindy pulls away, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, Kevin. I didn't mean to... I just... it's just so hard, you know?"
Kevin nods, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. "It's okay, Mindy.
It's okay to feel whatever you're feeling," Kevin says softly, his thumb still resting on her cheek. He knows all too well the burden of unexpressed emotions, having shouldered his own fair share over the years.
Mindy takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Yeah, I know. It's just... it's been so long since I've felt anything other than numb. And then you show up, and suddenly I'm drowning in all these feelings I didn't even know I had."
Kevin gives her a small smile.
"Well, I'm glad I could help bring some of those feelings back. Even if they're not exactly the happiest ones."
Mindy laughs softly, but it's tinged with sadness. "Yeah, me too. It's weird, you know? Feeling something, anything, after... after everything."
Kevin nods, his hand dropping from her cheek. He takes a step back, giving her space. "Yeah, I can imagine."
Mindy looks around the kitchen, as if she's only just now noticing where she is. "You want a drink?
Wine, beer, water?" Mindy asks, moving towards the fridge.
"Water would be great, thanks," Kevin replies, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
Mindy pours them each a glass of water and hands one to Kevin. "Thanks," he says, taking a sip.
"So, how have you been holding up?" Kevin asks, setting his glass down on the table. He knows it's a loaded question, but he wants to show Mindy that he's there for her, that he cares.
Mindy leans back against the counter, cradling her glass in her hands. "It's been tough. We've definitely been going through tough times. Earlier this year, I found out Jeff was having an affair for over a year. He's been moved out, but we've been trying to work on it" Mindy says, her voice trembling slightly. "I thought things were getting better, but... I guess I was wrong."
Kevin's heart goes out to her, "I'm so sorry, Mindy. That's a lot to take on, especially with everything else going on."
Mindy nods, taking a sip of her water. "Yeah, it is. But you know what? At least it's an explanation. At least it's something to blame. If it was just... the nothingness, like it felt after he..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
Kevin reaches out, placing his hand over hers.
"You don't have to explain, Mindy. And you don't have to go through this alone. I'm here for you."
Mindy looks down at their hands, then back up at Kevin. Their eyes meet, and in that moment, there's a spark—a silent understanding that passes between them. It's a warmth that blossoms in Kevin's chest, a comfort that Mindy finds in his presence.
"Thank you, Kevin. That means a lot," Mindy whispers, her voice barely audible. She pulls her hand away, breaking the connection, but the warmth lingers. "What about you?
How have things been with you and Stefanie?" Mindy asks, changing the subject subtly.
Kevin sighs, looking down at his clasped hands. "Honestly, it's been rough. We've been going through some stuff too. Stefanie's been distant lately, and I can't seem to figure out why."
Mindy gives him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry to hear that, Kevin. Marriages are tough, especially when you're going through your own struggles."
Kevin nods. "Yeah, it's been a challenge. But enough about us. What do you need help with around the house? Use me" I say. "I offered to help with yard work, remember?"
Mindy smiles, a genuine smile that lights up her face. "Is that what you called it? I thought you just wanted an excuse to come over and ogle my garden."
Kevin chuckles, standing up from the table. "Well, the garden is a nice bonus, but I genuinely want to help. Let me take a look outside and see what needs to be done."
Mindy leads him to the back door, which opens to a lush, overgrown garden.
"Wow, this place is gorgeous," Kevin says, genuinely impressed. "It must have taken a lot of work."
Mindy smiles softly. "Jeff and I used to spend so much time out here. It was our sanctuary, you know? A place where we could just... be. But since he left, I haven't had the heart to maintain it."
Kevin looks around, taking in the vibrant colors and the variety of plants. "Well, we can fix that. What do you want to tackle first?"
Mindy thinks for a moment, then points to a large oak tree in the corner. "That tree could use some pruning.
The branches are getting a little unruly," Mindy says, her eyes following the path of the oak's limbs as they reach out towards the sky.
"I'll get to work on this, you to relax in the house" I say.
Mindy gives him a playful salute.
"Yes, sir. You're the boss here."
Kevin smiles, grabbing a pair of gloves and a small saw from the shed. "Alright, let's get to work then."
He starts pruning the tree, carefully cutting away the dead branches and shaping the tree back to its former glory. Mindy watches him from the porch, her eyes tracing the lines of his broad shoulders as they flex with his movements. She notices a nice bulge in his pants when he reaches way up. She's always stared at him a bit when he was coaching Cooper. She always thought he was the "hot coach". Kevin, with his friendly smile and broad shoulders, had always been a sight to behold during baseball games. But now, seeing him in her own backyard, being so helpful and strong, she felt a pull towards him that was different, deeper.
"You know, I never really thought about how sexy pruning a tree could be," Mindy jokes, breaking the silence.
Kevin looks up from his work, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. "Is that right?" he asks, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
"Well, I guess you could say I'm a tree-turned-on-ist." Mindy chuckles, leaning against the porch railing.
Kevin's smile widens. "I'll have to remember that. Though I don't think I've ever been called sexy for doing yard work before."
Mindy's eyes meet his, and she holds his gaze for a moment too long, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"
Kevin feels a flutter in his stomach, a warmth spreading through him.
Mindy feels herself starting to get turned on. She hasn't had sex in over a year bc her marriage has sucked. She excuses herself to try to calm down. "I'm going to take a shower, you good out here?" Mindy says, breaking the moment and the silence.
"Yeah, I'm good," Kevin replies, turning his attention back to the tree. "Take your time."
Mindy disappears into the house, leaving Kevin alone with his thoughts. He watches her go, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He feels guilty for feeling this way, for being attracted to her when he's supposed to be here to help, to support her. But he can't deny the spark he feels, the connection that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.
He pushes the thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand.
He works diligently, pruning the tree, until the sound of water running in the house pulls him from his thoughts. Mindy must be in the shower. He tries to shake the image from his mind, but it's difficult when the sound of water echoes through the house, reminding him of what she might be doing.
He finishes up with the tree and decides to take a break. He leans against the side of the house, looking out at the garden. It's quiet, peaceful. He can imagine Mindy and her husband out here, laughing, enjoying each other's company. But now, it's just her. And him.
Kevin takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. He closes his eyes, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over him. But as he opens them again, his gaze drifts towards the window of the bedroom he knows to be Mindy's. He can't help but wonder what she's doing in there, if she's thinking of him too.
The sound of the water suddenly stops, and Kevin's heart skips a beat. He quickly looks away from the window, focusing his attention on a nearby rose bush instead.
He doesn't want to invade her privacy, or make her feel uncomfortable. He's just a friend, here to help. That's all.
The back door creaks open, and Mindy steps out onto the porch, her hair wrapped in a towel. She's wearing a simple white sundress, the fabric clinging to her body in a way that makes Kevin's heart race. He looks away quickly, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"All done with the tree?" Mindy asks, her voice soft but full of life. She sounds more like herself than she has since he arrived, and it warms Kevin's heart.
"Almost," he replies, turning to face her. "Just a few more branches to go."
Mindy turns around and head back in to the house. "Come inside when you're done. Get you some water"
Mindy says as she heads back inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Kevin watches her go, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he continues working on the tree. But his mind is racing, thoughts of Mindy filling his head. He's never had feelings like this before, not for anyone other than Stefanie. And yet, here he is, standing in Mindy's backyard, his heart aching for a woman who isn't his wife.
He finishes up with the tree, putting away the gloves and the saw before making his way inside.
The house is quiet, save for the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway. Kevin follows the sound of Mindy's voice, which leads him to her bedroom. He turns the corner and she's laying in her bed, in just a black bra and black panties.
I instantly get hard at this sight. I can't f'in believe what I'm seeing. . "Woah, sorry, I didn't realize you were still changing. I thought you said to come in," I stammer, trying to turn around but it's too late. I saw what I saw.
Mindy is looking at me, not covering herself up. "It's okay, Kevin. I'm not embarrassed. You've seen a woman in her underwear before, right?" she says with a small smile, trying to ease the tension.
"Yeah, but not like this," I say, still facing away from her. "Not with you.
Not like this," Kevin adds softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He hesitates before turning back to face Mindy, his eyes meeting hers. She's still smirking, but there's a vulnerability in her gaze that tugs at his heart. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Mindy says, sitting up in bed and pulling the covers around her. "I wasn't thinking."
Kevin shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, it's fine. I just... I didn't expect to see you like this. Not today.
Not now. Not like this.
Kevin's heart hammers in his chest as he forcefully shuts the door behind him, leaving Mindy alone in her room. He leans against the door, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He can't believe what just happened. He can't believe he saw Mindy like that. He can't believe he got hard at the sight of her.
He's married. He has a family. He has responsibilities. He can't act on these feelings, no matter how strong they are.
But God, it's hard. "Fuck it" he says, as he turns to open the door to her bedroom. "That was intentional". I open the door, and i see Mindy sitting on the bed, legs spread and she's playing with her pussy. "Thought you may come back" Mindy says with a wicked smile on her face.
"Mindy, we can't... Not like this," I say, as my eyes are drawn to the sight before me. I can't help but feel a strong urge to go to her, to touch her, to taste her.
"Why not? We're both adults. We're both lonely. We both want this," Mindy replies, her voice laced with desire. She reaches out her hand, beckoning me to come closer.
I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with a million thoughts.
I know I should walk away, recognize the lines I'm crossing, but my body aches with a desire I can't ignore. I take a step towards her, and then another, until I'm standing at the edge of the bed.
"Mindy..." I whisper, my voice hoarse with want.
"Shh," she says, placing a finger against my lips. "No more words. Just feelings."
She reaches out and takes my hand, guiding it to her thigh. I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her panties, and I swallow hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
But when Mindy leans in and presses her lips to mine, all bets are off.
Our kiss is tentative at first, a soft brush of lips against lips. But it quickly deepens, becoming more insistent, more desperate. Mindy's hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I respond in kind, my body pressing against hers.
I can feel the hardness of her nipples through her bra, and I trail my hand up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise in its wake.
Mindy lets out a soft moan, breaking our kiss, and I take the opportunity to trail my mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.
"Kevin," she whispers, her voice laced with need. "I want you."
I look up at her, our eyes meeting, and I see the raw desire reflected in them. I know I shouldn't be doing this, that I should walk away, but I can't. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when I feel like this.
I reach behind her, unhooking her bra with ease, and she shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the floor.
Her breasts are full and firm, her nipples already hard and waiting for my touch. I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before flicking it gently. Mindy arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"That feels so good," she whispers, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.
I switch to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, and Mindy's breath hitches. She's squirming beneath me, her hips bucking against mine. I can feel her heat, even through our clothes, and it's driving me wild.
I trail kisses down her stomach, my hands moving to the waistband of her panties. I look up at her, seeking her consent, and she nods, biting her lip. I hook my thumbs into the fabric and slowly slide them down, revealing her to me.
"You're beautiful, Mindy," I whisper, my voice thick with desire.
She smiles at me, her eyes never leaving mine as I spread her legs wider and settle between them. I can see her wetness, glistening in the soft light of her bedroom, and I have to resist the urge to bury my face in her.
Instead, I take my time, running my fingers gently along the insides of her thighs, feeling her shiver in anticipation. I lean in, blowing softly on her, and she gasps, her hips jerking slightly.
"Kevin," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper.
I look up at her, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "You like that, don't you?"
She nods, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire.
I reward her with a slow, languorous lick, starting at the bottom and moving upwards, tasting her essence.
"You like seeing me eat your pussy Mindy?" I whisper, my breath hot against her wet flesh. She moans in response, her hips bucking against my mouth. I can feel her hands in my hair, guiding me, urging me to go deeper. And I do, my tongue thrusting into her, tasting her, teasing her.
Mindy's moans grow louder, more insistent. I can feel her legs trembling, her body tensing as she gets closer to the edge. I look up at her, watching her face contort with pleasure, and it's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
"Kevin...Kevin..." she chants, her voice desperate, pleading. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. I need to cum" , Kevin," Mindy begs, her voice barely recognizable.
I don't plan to. I'm not going to stop until she's writhing and screaming my name. I want to taste every drop of her on my tongue, feel her come undone against my mouth.
I double down my efforts, my tongue fucking her like a cock, my fingers joining in, stroking her clit in time with my thrusts. Mindy's hands are a frenzy in my hair, her hips bucking wildly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I can feel her getting close, her body tensing, her muscles clenching. I look up, watching her face as she throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream.
"Kevin, oh God, Kevin!" she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body convulsing as I lap up every drop of her. I slow down my movements, letting her ride out the aftershocks, her body twitching and jerking beneath me.
As she comes down from her high, I ease myself up, kissing her gently on the lips.
"I can't remember the last time I had my pussy eaten" Mindy says "and I've never had it eaten that good" ".
I grin at her, my chest swelling with pride. "Is that so?" I tease.
Mindy nods, her eyes still glazed over with lust. "Mmmhmm. You've got skills, Kevin. Skills."
I chuckle, leaning back to take off my shirt. "Well, I aim to please."
Mindy watches me, her eyes following the lines of my torso as I reveal more of myself to her. "I can see that," she murmurs, her voice sultry.
I unbuckle my belt, pushing my jeans down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, hard and ready. Mindy can't believe how big it is. She's not someone that slept around when she was younger, so it's the biggest she's ever seen. . She licks her lips, her eyes wide with surprise and anticipation.
"Damn, Kevin. You're packing heat," she says, her voice filled with lust.
Kevin smirks, his eyes never leaving hers. "All for you, baby."
Mindy reaches out, wrapping her hand around his shaft, her eyes widening at the sensation. "Wow, you're so hard."
Kevin groans at her touch, his hips jerking slightly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this, Mindy.
To feel you, to taste you," Kevin admits, his voice hoarse with desire.
Mindy's grip tightens, stroking him slowly, her eyes flickering up to meet his. "Me too, Kevin. Me too."
He reaches out, cupping her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that has escaped her eye. "You're beautiful, Mindy. So fucking beautiful," he whispers, leaning in to kiss her softly.
Mindy's hand continues to stroke him, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting herself on him.
Kevin's hands move to her hips, gripping them tightly, as he rolls them over so that she's on top of him. He can feel her heat, her wetness, and he knows he won't last long if she keeps this up.
Mindy breaks the kiss, sitting up and straddling him. She looks down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and something else. Something softer, more vulnerable. "I want to ride you, Kevin. I want to feel you deep inside me."
Kevin nods, his hands moving to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples gently. "Do it, Mindy.
Take what you want," Kevin encourages, his voice thick with lust. He feels her hand guide him to her entrance, and he groans as she slowly sinks down onto him, inch by inch, her warmth engulfing him. They both let out a deep, satisfied moan as she finally seats herself fully, her hips flush against his.
"God, you feel so good," Mindy whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she begins to move, experimenting with the rhythm that feels best for her. Kevin watches her, his hands gripping her hips, his thumb tracing circles on her soft skin.
He can feel every small movement she makes, each subtle shift in her hips sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "You feel incredible, Mindy," he murmurs, his voice deep and ragged. "You're so wet, so tight. I could stay inside you forever."
Mindy opens her eyes, a smoky gaze meeting his. "And I want you to," she says, a slight catch in her voice. She leans forward, her hands bracing against his chest, and begins to move with more purpose. Up and down, she slides against him, her body growing slick with sweat.
Kevin's hands move to her waist, guiding her, helping her find the rhythm that sets them both on fire. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and low moans.
Mindy's head falls back, her hair cascading down her spine as she begins to move faster, her hips circling and grinding against him. Kevin watches her, his eyes locked onto the sight of her body impaling itself onto his cock. He can feel every inch of her, every pulse of her muscles, and it's driving him wild.
"Fuck, Mindy," he groans, his voice a desperate rasp.
"You feel so fucking good."
Mindy moans in response, her body moving in a rhythm that seems to defy gravity. She's a vision above him, her hair a wild halo around her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Kevin can feel the tension building in his body, the pleasure coiling in his spine like a spring ready to snap.
"Look at me, Mindy," he growls, his voice firm. She opens her eyes, her gaze meeting his, and it's like a punch to the gut. The connection between them is electric, a live wire crackling with energy.
Mindy's expressions change with each movement, her eyes never leaving Kevin's as she rides him harder, faster. The room fills with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the bed creaking under their weight, and their ragged breaths mingling in the air.
Kevin reaches up, tugging Mindy's hair gently, just enough to make her gasp. "Keep your eyes on me, Mindy," he commands, his voice barely recognizable. "I want to see you when you come."
Mindy nods, her breath hitching as she continues to ride him.
Her body is slick with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Kevin can't take his eyes off her, the sight of her impaling herself on his cock driving him wild.
"You're so close, aren't you?" Mindy pants, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pride.
Kevin nods, his grip on her hips tightening. "So close, Mindy. I can feel it building."
"Come with me, Kevin," Mindy begs, her voice a desperate plea.
"Cum on my cock first, and then I want to cum on your face" I tell her .
Mindy's eyes widen with surprise and excitement at my words. She speeds up her pace, her hips slamming down onto me harder, taking me deeper with each thrust.
"Oh God, Kevin, I'm so close," she cries out, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I can feel her muscles clenching around me, her body on the brink of release. I look up at her, our eyes locked, and I can see the moment she tips over the edge.
Her entire body convulses, her back arching as she throws her head back, and screams "HOLY FUCK KEVIN, I'M COMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG COCK" her voice echoes through the room like a symphony of pleasure.
I groan, feeling her muscles clamp down on me, milking me for all I'm worth as she rides out her orgasm. My own release is right there, ready to explode, but I hold back, determined to give her exactly what she wants.
As Mindy's orgasm begins to subside, I reach up and grab her hips, forcing her to slow down. "Not yet," I growl, my voice thick with lust. "I want to cum on your face first."
Mindy gasps, her eyes fluttering open, her breath coming in ragged pants.
She looks down at Kevin, her chest heaving, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. "What... what did you say?" she manages to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kevin's grip on her hips tightens, and he flips them over in one swift motion, so that Mindy is now on her back, with Kevin looming over her. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with desire, his expression almost predatory. "I said, I want to cum on your face, Mindy.
I want you to watch me as I explode all over you," Kevin repeats, his voice low and husky, leaving no room for misunderstanding. He can see the shock in Mindy's eyes, but also the excitement. He can feel her heart racing beneath him, her breath hitching in anticipation.
Mindy swallows hard, her eyes never leaving Kevin's. "Yes, Kevin. I want that too," she whispers, her voice filled with desire and submission.
Kevin grins, his cock twitching at her words. He moves off her, positioning himself between her legs.
He grabs his cock, giving it a few hard strokes, watching Mindy's eyes follow his movements. "You ready for this?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire.
Mindy nods, her breath coming in quick gasps. I want it all over my face," she says, her eyes glued to his cock. She reaches up, cupping her breasts, offering them to him.
Kevin groans, his cock throbbing at the sight. He moves one hand to her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Mindy.
I want to see your eyes as I come all over your face," Kevin commands, his grip on his cock tightening as he gives it a few more rough strokes. Mindy's eyes flicker up to meet his, her breath hitching as she nods in understanding.
Kevin can feel his orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his spine like a spring ready to snap. He watches Mindy's face, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, her lips parted slightly as she pants in anticipation. He can feel the tension building, the pleasure too intense to hold back any longer.
"Here it comes, Mindy.
Watch me, baby," Kevin groans, his strokes becoming faster, more furious. He can feel the pressure building, the pleasure spiraling out of control. Mindy's breath hitches, her eyes locked onto his, her hands squeezing her breasts hard enough to leave marks.
The first jet of cum shoots out, landing on Mindy's forehead, trickling down into her hair. She gasps, her eyes widening slightly, but she doesn't look away. She watches, entranced, as more ropes of cum erupt from Kevin's cock, painting her face, her neck, her chest.
Each spurt brings a gasp or a moan from deep within her, her body responding to the sight and sensation of his release.
As the last drop falls, Mindy reaches up, her fingers tracing the paths of cum on her skin, bringing them to her lips. She sucks her fingertips clean, her eyes locked onto Kevin's, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Delicious," she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Kevin collapses beside her, his body spent, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Fuck, Mindy," he groans, running a hand through his hair.