“Meet me in front of the restaurant,” Kate said over the phone.
“I’ll be right there.”
I flipped my cell phone closed and smiled to myself. I was already halfway to my car, and looked back at the big Antebellum house that was the Jazz Club. I imagined Kate, standing in the bar, slightly winded from her mad dash up the stairs, her leggy blonde friend staring at her in bewilderment.
The thought of Kate bolting out of the ladies’ room and racing up the stairs, completely disheveled, appealed to me. I grinned at the thought. After the day I’d had, I needed a good laugh. All day I had spent my time counting (almost literally) the minutes until I could see her. When I finally had seen her, I had been this close—I mentally held up my fingers, a hair’s breadth apart—to having sex with her in the ladies’ room. But I hadn’t, and that’s the other reason I was smiling. Instead, I had given her my phone number and told her to call me. Then I had walked out of the restaurant, leaving her hot and bothered.
She had called me, and I had heard the desire in her voice. With another smile, this one of anticipation, I pocketed my cell phone and headed back towards the restaurant.
I was just rounding the side of the porch, heading for the front door, when it flew open. Still shrugging on her coat, Kate walked out onto the porch and looked the other way. I chuckled quietly and began walking towards her. At the sound of my footsteps, she turned towards me and her face softened. She finally got her coat situated and took a few steps towards me. I stopped, to let her approach me, and stuck my hands in my pockets, grinning the whole time.
She smiled as she walked towards me. When she saw my grin, she raised her eyebrows.
“What’s so amusing?” she asked archly.
“You. Me. Us.”
“So you think this is funny?”
I shook my head and tried to compose myself. “No, it’s not really funny. But someday, we’re going to look back on this and laugh.” I couldn’t help myself, and started grinning again.
“Oh? What makes you think we’re going to be together long enough to reminisce?”
“Because you know what you like,” I said teasingly.
Her eyes flew open in surprise.
“And I know what I like,” I said quickly.
She cocked her head to the side and looked at me, still bristling.
“I like you,” I said simply.
Her face softened and then she smiled. She walked towards me and hooked her arm through mine. When she started to pull me with her, I resisted. Her brow creased as she looked at me expectantly. I pulled my hand from my pocket and slid it around her waist, pulling her close.
“Mmm,” she said. “I can’t wait to get you home.”
She nodded. “Let’s go.”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
She half frowned. “Not yet? I called you. What more...?”
“Shhhhh,” I said, and then kissed her. “I want to get to know you better.”
“I’m a woman who wants to fuck you. What more do you need to know?” She ground her hips against me, and I almost gave in. “I’m not used to taking no for an answer,” she said dangerously.
“Ah, good,” I said, as lightheartedly as I could. “It’ll build character.”
Her eyes flew open in surprise, again, and I grinned shamelessly.
“Let’s have some dinner, a nice bottle of wine, and get to know each other. Then we can see where things lead,” I said.
“They’d better lead to my bed.” She thought for a moment and then smiled ingeniously. “I know! Why don’t we do things my way? I’ve got food at home, I’ve got wine at home, and we can get to know each other later. Right now, I need to be fucked.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Patience, Kate. Let’s do things my way. I’ll make it worth your while,” I said seriously.
She leered at me and then pursed her lips in thought. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she finally nodded. “Okay, we’ll do things your way. But I think you’re going to wish you’d done things my way after all.”
“We’ll see,” I said.
I turned her towards the front door of the restaurant and pulled her close. Once back inside the Jazz Club, the hostess gave us a startled look. I chuckled ruefully to myself and had no trouble figuring out why. I had left several minutes before. Kate must have made quite a commotion, first when she flew out of the rest room, and then when she came bursting out the front door, looking for me. Now, we were back. Together.
I took Kate’s recently donned coat and hung it in the cloakroom, then hung my own next to hers. When I stepped back to the stand, the hostess had composed herself and was looking at me with an air of professional competence. Her eyes were smiling, however, and I grinned in reply.
“Is the Jungle Room available?” I asked.
Kate looked at me inquisitively and the hostess smiled. She consulted her seating chart and then nodded.
“Could you put a table for two in there for us? We’d like to have a little privacy for our dinner.”
“Certainly, sir. Just one moment.”
As soon as she’d stepped away to find a busboy, Kate looked at me. Her look said she expected answers, and that I’d better start coughing them up.
“You know the dining room at the top of the stairs?” I asked.
“Behind that is what used to be an upstairs porch, or some kind of sun room. It’s got a couch and a couple of chairs in it, but they also book it for small, private parties.”
“I don’t know what they call the room, probably something boring like ‘The Back Porch Room,’ but we call it the Jungle Room.”
“And why is that?”
I smiled guiltily and explained. “The furniture is this wicker stuff, and the upholstery is a big jungle print. The room is decorated with bamboo and... well... it’s just jungle-ish,” I said sheepishly.
“I see. Well, Tarzan, while they’re setting up our room, I’m going to go freshen up.”
My eyes flicked to the rest rooms and I nodded. I almost chuckled, but caught myself at the last moment. Kate’s hair was mussed and her makeup, slight as it was, was a little smudged. Also, her clothes were disheveled, from when we’d gotten worked up in the ladies’ room, earlier.
I admired the swing of her hips as she walked away, letting my eyes drift up the long line of her back, to her shoulders. With a guilty grin, I realized that she was watching me, over her shoulder. When my eyes met hers, she smiled, tossed her hair, then closed the rest room door behind her.
When she returned, she looked lovely. She had straightened her blazer and school-girl skirt, freshened her makeup, and brushed her hair. Her shiny, dark brown tresses flowed around her shoulders in a wave, and she smiled as she walked towards me. Something was different about her, I decided, but I couldn’t figure out what.
Just then, the hostess returned, and I stopped wondering what it was. The hostess picked up two menus and a wine list, and then escorted us upstairs. The Jungle Room was normally cozy, but with a small table and two chairs, it was downright intimate. I held Kate’s chair for her and then seated myself. The hostess handed us our menus, and me the wine list, then silently departed.
I’d barely begun to study the menu (despite the quality of the food, I rarely ate at the Jazz Club) when Julie tapped lightly on the door and entered. She looked at us in surprise, but quickly composed herself, quirking her lips in a slight grin when she looked at me.
“Are you serving tonight?” I asked, surprised to see her.
“Yeah. The bar was slow, so I picked up a table in the upstairs dining room, then they gave me your table.”
She told us the specials, and I looked at the wine list.
“White or red?” I asked Kate.
I nodded at the wine list.
I don’t know wine like I know Scotch, so I simply ordered a Riesling from a vineyard I recognized. While Julie was gone, getting the wine, Kate studied the menu. I studied Kate, studying the menu. She caught me looking at her, smiled, and then licked her lips sensuously. When I shifted in my seat, to give my growing erection room to expand, she smiled knowingly and returned her eyes to her menu.
Julie returned in a few minutes, bearing the bottle of wine and two glasses. After I had gone through the motions approving the wine, checking the cork and tasting the small amount she poured in my glass, Julie filled Kate’s glass, and then my own.
Julie took our orders, the grilled swordfish for Kate, and a salmon in dill sauce for me, and then left the room, closing the door behind her.
“You know her?” Kate asked, indicating Julie.
“We’re friendly. I come here most every Tuesday, sometimes other days. When the bar is slow, we’ll talk. She’s a nice girl.”
Kate merely nodded. Then she lifted an eyebrow speculatively, and I held her gaze. She grinned and took a sip of wine, and I silently started breathing again.
“I don’t know if you actually had time to read that card I gave you,” I said. She blushed at the unspoken allusion to her mad dash up the stairs. “But it would have told you that I’m Ethan Mackenzie.” I extended my hand over the table.
She took my hand in her own, her grip firm and dry. “Kate Kirilov.”
“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Kirilov. So, what is it you do for a living?”
“It’s Doctor Kirilov,” she said with a smile. “And I’m a pediatric surgeon.”
I couldn’t keep the shock from my expression. “Really?”
“Are you surprised? Surprised that I’m a surgeon, or that I’m a woman surgeon?”
I felt my face and ears heat, and I brushed at an invisible crumb on the linen tablecloth. “Neither really,” I said hastily. “It’s just not what I pictured you doing.”
“Well, no. Not really. But... Well, there’s this thing I do. I like people watching, and as I watch them, I like to make up ‘their story’ in my head. Who they are, what they do, why they’re doing what they’re doing, etc.”
“So what was my story?”
“I don’t know really,” I admitted. “I hadn’t decided yet, I guess. I was probably too busy going out of my mind with desire.”
It was her turn to grin and blush, and I used the pause to regroup and change the subject.
“My partner and I have a company that does custom software and internet applications.”
“I gather your company is doing well?”
“Well, we survived the Dot-Bomb. Not many companies did, not in our line of work. We do a lot more than web stuff, though, which is why we’re doing well. We do a lot of different things for our clients, and we do them well, so our business is growing.”
“If your business is growing, how come you spend so much time in bars?”
I blushed again. “Actually, that’s only this month. December is a slow month for most of our clients, we don’t have many retailers as clients, so Gabriel and I try to schedule things so most of our teams can have the month as a vacation month. Things get pretty intense when we’re on a deadline, so we work hard, we play hard, and we let our people recover before we push them hard again.”
“‘You can eat a sheep only once, you can shear it many times,’” I said, reciting the quote with a grin. “Also, a lot of our programmers are overseas, so all I’ve really got to do this whole month is keep up with them. Not to change the subject, but... Kirilov? Russian?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “My parents are expatriates.”
I sensed something in her voice, but I couldn’t tell what; almost a hesitation. I worked with Russians—one of our major programming groups was in Moscow—and I was curious. I didn’t want to press the issue, however, so I let it drop.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Julie entered with our Caesar salads. I thanked her and she left quietly, once again, shutting the door behind her.
“I almost forgot,” Kate said as she unfolded her napkin. “I’m supposed to be making you regret not doing things my way.”
I arched an eyebrow at her.
She grinned, nodded, and began unbuttoning her blazer. Then it struck me! I knew what was different about her, what I’d noticed when she’d emerged from the rest room, but what I’d failed to identify. The sheer blouse under the blazer was simply gone. For the past fifteen minutes, I’d been admiring her tanned neck and upper chest.
Her eyes sparkled as she slowly unfastened each brass button, revealing more and more of her chest. I became instantly erect as she reached the last button and slowly pulled the blazer open. She stopped just as the soft inner curve of each breast was revealed, and laughed richly when she saw my expression.
“You like?” she asked in a sultry voice.
“Would you like to see more?”
“If we were at my place right now, you could touch them, kiss them. I’d like that very much.”
I looked her in the eye and she grinned wickedly.
“But since we’re doing things your way, they’ll have to wait for later.” She chuckled and dropped her hands. The blazer hung open, revealing a narrow expanse of tanned skin; I shifted in my seat. She picked up her salad fork and began eating nonchalantly. “So tell me,” she said. “Why did it surprise you when I told you I’m a surgeon?”
I was shocked for a moment at her abrupt change in conversation. Reluctantly, I drew my eyes away from her taut stomach, and picked up my own salad fork. “Most of the surgeons I know are men, and I always got the impression that it was a big Boy’s Club.”
“Oh, it is,” she said quickly. “Not so much these day as it used to be. There are a lot more women surgeons than when I was in school. But we’re still very much the minority.”
“Is it as competitive as I imagine it is?”
“It depends,” she said. “Yes and no.”
I looked at her questioningly and forked another bite of Romaine lettuce into my mouth, determined not to look at the gentle swell of her breasts.
“There’s competition in and out of the hospital.”
I looked at her questioningly.
“Inside the hospital, sometimes it seems like it’s more about ‘I just did this incredibly complicated surgery,’ or ‘I just got a patent on my new device.’ Things like that. When I was a resident, it was very competitive, because surgeons are the cream of the crop, and most everyone wants to be one. With a limited number of surgical residencies, it’s very competitive. Now, it’s a different kind of competition.
“Outside the hospital, well, some surgeons are simply in it for the money. It is a big Boy’s Club sometimes—who’s got the best trophy wife, who’s got the most expensive car, house, boat, whatever. I’d like to think that most of us are in it because we love it, and we like saving lives and helping people, but that’s not the case. A lot of surgeons are, but a lot of them like the lifestyle more than the work.”
“I gather you’re an ‘I like saving lives’ type of surgeon?”
She nodded. “I’d have to be!”
I was taken aback by her intensity.
“Becoming a pediatric surgeon is a lot more work than just becoming a surgeon, and you’d have to really want it. Not only did I have to study pediatrics, I had to study surgery as well. That’s not something you do if you’re only interested in the money. I like the lifestyle as well, believe me, but I really like saving the life of a child, or seeing the look on the parents’ faces when I tell them that their child is going to be okay.”
“Yeah, that must be nice.”
“It really is,” she said, and took a bite of salad.
She used her hands when she talked, and her jacket strayed open, revealing more and more soft flesh. I shamelessly decided to ask her more about herself, in the hopes that the blazer would drift further open.
“Why did you decide to become a surgeon?” I asked.
“My parents. My mother really. She wanted me to be a doctor, but I wanted to work with children. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, but she kept pushing me to go to medical school.”
She took a sip of wine and wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin. Her blazer slid open a little further, revealing her breasts almost to the nipples. My erection swelled further at the sight, and I shifted into a more comfortable position.
“But when I got to medical school, I found that I really liked it,” she continued. “When we went through our rotations, the last couple years of school, I discovered that I liked surgery. I was second in my class, so I was easily accepted into the surgical residency, and then after that, I had a pediatric surgery fellowship.”
“Impressive,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said graciously.
She set her fork down, and without warning, grasped the lapels of the blazer and pulled them apart. I refused to take the bait, and held her gaze. She smirked, and then moved her hands to cup her breasts. The thumb and forefinger of each hand pinched her already erect nipples, rolling them and pulling gently.
“I can’t wait to get your lips on my nipples.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure she was giving herself. I let my eyes drift lower, staring intently at her perfect breasts, which were partially hidden by her kneading fingers. “I want you to fuck me from behind, and I want to feel your hands on my tits, pulling my nipples as you plow into me.” She opened her eyes languidly and focused on me. “Would you like that?”
I swallowed hard, restraining myself from simply lunging over the table. When I nodded, she grinned, and I began to regret my choice in pants. The jeans made my butt and legs look good, but were tighter than I would have liked, especially with a swollen cock made harder still by Kate’s teasing.
She let her hands drop, and demurely picked up her fork. “But we’ll have to have patience.” She smirked at me. “This salad is really good,” she said, changing gears abruptly. “You should try it.” She forked a bite into her luscious, red-lipped mouth and her eyes sparkled playfully as she looked at me.
I started eating, but I’d barely finished my salad when there was a soft knock on the door. Julie entered a fraction of a second later, but Kate made no move to close her gaping blazer. I looked at her curiously and she merely smiled. Julie did a double-take when she went to remove Kate’s salad plate and the large charger plate beneath it. I looked up at her when she removed my plates, and her wide-eyed expression almost made me chuckle. But she wordlessly finished clearing our plates and left quietly. Kate merely grinned audaciously and took a sip of wine.
Julie returned a moment later with our dinners. I watched her as she set Kate’s swordfish on the table, and smiled to myself while she covertly studied Kate’s nearly bared chest. When Julie set my plate down, she smiled tightly, but I could tell that her breathing had quickened, and her face was slightly flushed. When our plates were both on the table, Julie refilled our wine glasses and then asked if we needed anything else. I told her we were fine. She nodded and quietly left the room, making sure the door was securely shut behind her.
I picked up my glass and Kate’s eyes met mine. She smiled, teasingly running her tongue over her lips, and picked up her own glass.
“A toast?” I asked.
“To doing things my way?”
She shook her head and grinned. “To doing things my way. You don’t know it yet, but you’re playing right into my hands.”
“Oh, yes. Your self-control is very good, I’ll hand it to you. But it’s not that good.”
“Oh, no? Should I take that as a challenge?”
She nodded mischievously. “But I’m going to win this one.”
“A bit of that competitive streak coming out?”
“Perhaps. And perhaps I’m simply enjoying watching you try so hard to resist me. It’s very sexy.”
“Thank you,” I said with a grin. “So, what shall we toast to?”
“To patience. ’Cause you need all the help you can get.” She smiled broadly, flashing me a perfect expanse of white, even, beautiful teeth.
I laughed richly. “All right then, to patience.”
We raised our glasses and touched them lightly. She looked at me over the rim as she sipped, and her eyes smoldered. I set my wine glass down and tried to unobtrusively adjust my painful erection. She noticed the movement and grinned at me. She set her wine glass down and reached under the tablecloth for a moment. When her hand emerged, she shifted in her seat and I felt her stocking-clad leg brush against my calf.
Her foot slid along my inner thigh until it contacted the ridge formed by my rock-hard shaft. She moistened her lips, closed her eyes, and began caressing my length with surprisingly dexterous toes. I ran my hand along her shin and gently squeezed her leg, tickling my fingers along the back of her knee. She shuddered and smiled, her eyes still closed. Even with the delicious aromas of our freshly arrived food, I thought I detected a whiff of her arousal. I smiled to myself and tickled the back of her knee again.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she opened her eyes and looked at me. “You sure you don’t want to do things my way?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
“No,” I answered honestly. “But after you flat-out challenged me a moment ago, I’m going to stick to my guns.”
“Hoist by my own petard?”
I laughed lightly and nodded.
“Oh, well,” she said. “Then I guess there’s nothing to do but keep teasing you.” And with that, she pulled the blazer open completely and tucked the loose fabric behind her.
Her breasts and trim stomach were entirely exposed, and I let my eyes drift lower. Her delicate foot was still softly rubbing my erection, and she felt it swell as my eyes devoured her bared beauty.
“You like?” she asked softly.
“Me too,” she said, rubbing her foot along my hard-on.
With that, she picked up her dinner fork, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter. She began to eat, and I picked up my fork as well. The salmon was done perfectly, and the dill sauce was a delicious complement.
“May I try a bite of the salmon?” she asked.
“Sure.” I expected her to reach across the narrow table with her own fork. When she didn’t, I hesitated. She took one pointed look at my fork, and I got the message. I flaked off a Kate-sized bite, making sure to get a little of the sauce, and then slid my fork under the pink fish.
She opened her mouth, and I lifted the fork to her lips. As she closed them around the morsel, she closed her eyes. I swallowed hard as her lips tightened around the fork and I slowly withdrew it from her mouth. Her foot caressed my erection as she made a production out of savoring the salmon. Just as she intended, my eyes were riveted to her pursed, luscious, beautiful red lips. I think my erection grew another inch, and when she felt it throb, she opened her eyes and smiled impishly.
“Mmmmm,” she practically purred. “Very good. I especially like the sauce, nice and creamy.”
My dick throbbed again under the gentle pressure of her toes.
“Would you like to try some of my swordfish?” she asked.
I nodded and she fed me a bite. I don’t think I made quite the spectacle she had, but I tried not to disappoint her. The swordfish was excellent, with a nice lemon-pepper tang to it. She smiled when she pulled her fork back and her eyes twinkled as she watched me swallow. I took a sip of wine and we resumed eating.
The rest of dinner was much the same. Kate teased me mercilessly, turning each bite into a sensuous event, all while rubbing her foot over my straining erection. I didn’t know whether to watch her lovely lips or the red, diamond-hard points of her nipples. She could see what effect she was having on me, and never relented for a moment.
In truth, I had begun to regret not simply going home with her. She had teasing down to an art form, and I was ready to shoot off in my jeans, just from her foot. I could only imagine what the rest of her could do. But I resolutely refused to give in to her, no matter how much I wanted to sweep the dishes off the table and take her, hard and fast.
I managed to finish about half my salmon and Kate had made only a small dent in her swordfish by the time Julie returned. Julie licked her lips and shifted nervously when Kate made no move to cover her breasts.
I hastily looked at my watch and realized that, since our dinners arrived, we’d been teasing each other for the better part of an hour. Julie kept stealing glances at Kate’s pert breasts as she asked if we were finished. I told her we were, and declined the offer of To Go boxes.
“Did you save room for dessert,” Julie asked brightly, clearly falling back on routine.
I was just about to decline that too, and ask for the check, when Kate pressed her foot into my groin and forestalled my reply.
“Yes, please,” she said smoothly. “We’d like a crème brule and a glass of Remy Martin XO.”
“Certainly,” Julie said. “I’ll get that right out to you.”
When Julie left, Kate looked at me, eyes ablaze. “I hope you like cognac,” she said. “Because I do, and I think you’ll like how I plan to enjoy it.”
“Cognac is fine,” I said, as calmly as I could. I really, really wanted to leave. Her insistent foot had worked me into a near-frenzy, and I had serious doubts about my ability to last until we got to a bedroom.
“How’s your self-control doing?” she asked teasingly.
“Fine,” I growled.
“Good. So this ‘patience’ thing is really working out for you?”
I smiled ruefully and she giggled. She took a sip of wine and rubbed her toes along the length of my swollen shaft. I groaned softly and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation but hoping that I wouldn’t lose control.
Thankfully, Julie knocked softly several minutes later, and then entered, bearing our dessert and the cognac. When she went to set the dish and glass on the table, Kate held her hand up.
“I think we’re going to sit on the couch and enjoy our dessert. Have a busboy remove the table and chairs, please.” Kate said.
“Of course.” Julie set the dish and balloon snifter on the end table next to the couch and headed out to find a busboy.
Kate smiled at me and pulled her blazer closed. I quirked an eyebrow at her and she grinned.
“You’re the only man I want tonight. There’s no sense teasing someone who can’t have me.”
“And what about Julie? You don’t seem to mind teasing her.”
She shook her head. “That’s different. I’m not going to go home with a busboy, now or ever. But we might take Julie home with us.”
“Not tonight,” she quickly amended. “But sometime. Maybe. She’s cute.”
I filed that comment away for future analysis, and looked up to see Julie, another server, and a busboy enter the small room. Holding her blazer together with one hand, Kate rose gracefully and walked around to my side of the table. I stood and put my hand on the small of her back. She smiled up at me and leaned against my side.
Julie and her helpers made quick work of clearing the table and then removing it and the two chairs. When the other server and the busboy were gone, Julie turned to us.
“Do you need anything else right now?” she asked.
“I think we’re probably fine for the moment,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Check back on us in about 15 minutes, though.” Kate said.
Julie nodded and shut the door as she left. I looked at Kate, but she merely turned and lifted her lips for a kiss. I willingly obliged her, relishing the feeling of her body pressed against me.
“Mmmmm, I like that,” she said breathlessly.
“Me too. Let’s forget dessert and just get out of here.”
She shook her head. “We’re doing things your way,” she said teasingly. “Besides, I want to enjoy the cognac.”
“I’ll buy you a bottle on the way to my house. Two. Whatever you want.”
“Patience, Ethan. Patience.” Her tone was almost mocking as she repeated my words from earlier. Her smile took the sting out of it, though. “I think you’ll enjoy the dessert and cognac.”
I pulled her roughly to me and pressed my lips against hers again. She came willingly, and her tongue sparred with mine as I tasted her.
“Trust me,” she said when we broke the kiss. Her eyes were still closed and her voice was shaky.
She pulled back and pushed me down on the couch. When I was seated, she lowered herself to my lap. Her skirt rode up as she sat, and I was treated to a bewitching expanse of her long, lush legs. She leaned forward, retrieved the crème brule, and then giggled at the expression on my face.
Her ass was pressed firmly against my erection, and she wiggled it deliciously as she cracked the caramelized shell on top of the dessert. She scooped out a bite of the creamy custard and held it up to my lips. I rested my hand on her toned thigh, and opened my mouth. As I savored the texture and flavor, she smiled at me.
“You like me feeding you?”
I nodded. “I’d rather you were feeding me something else.”
“Oh?” She scooped another spoonful, which I accepted.
“Aren’t you having any?” I asked.
She shook her head and fed me another bite. “I’m saving myself for crème Ethan.” She wiggled her hips for emphasis and my poor, swollen, over-stimulated erection throbbed. She fed me another bite. “I’m going to take your cock out and suck gently on the head.”
I groaned and she wiggled on my lap. She fed me another bite and grinned lasciviously.
“I want to slowly lower my lips over you, tasting each inch as I swallow it,” she breathed.
I ran my hand up her leg, under her skirt, almost to her hip. She gasped as my fingers neared the warmth of her pussy. I could definitely smell her arousal. She closed her eyes as I slowly insinuated my fingers between her thighs and moved towards the damp heat of her slit. My fingers grazed the narrow strip of pubic hair and she gasped. With an effort of will, she composed herself and opened her eyes. She scraped the last of the crème brule out of the dish and fed it to me.
“God! I can’t wait to get your fat cock inside me,” she said.
“Then let’s go.”
“Not yet. We haven’t had our cognac.”
“I’ll buy you all the damned cognac you want. Louis XIII even, but let’s go.” I was practically growling.
“Trust me,” she said soothingly.
Her mischievous expression told me that she wasn’t going anywhere until we’d at least tasted the cognac. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from under her skirt, took the empty crème brule dish from her hands, and set it next to the snifter. I picked up the cognac and cradled it in my hand, adding my body warmth to the dark amber liquid. As I brought it towards us, the aroma overpowered the scent of the aroused woman on my lap. When the two mingled, my head swam. I held the snifter to her lips, but she shook her head.
“You drink it,” she said, her eyes shining.
I looked at her questioningly.
I sipped the heady liquor and rolled it around my tongue, letting the fumes rise into my sinuses. When I swallowed, Kate was immediately there, kissing me. Her tongue forced my lips open as she pressed herself against me, and I eagerly kissed her back. When she pulled back, she ran her tongue over her lips and grinned at me.
“I love drinking cognac like that,” she said.
To tell the truth, I was beginning to like it too. The warmth of the liquor was spreading through me, and the lingering feeling of her lips on mine complemented it nicely.
“I want another taste,” she said insistently.
I put my nose in the snifter and breathed in the aroma as I tilted it upward. The cognac rolled onto my tongue and I held it in my mouth for a moment. When Kate moved towards me, I set the snifter on the end table without looking. Her lips met mine before I swallowed and I let her suck a little of the cognac from my mouth.
With one hand on the small of her back, I raised the other and put my palm on her smooth stomach. She arched her back as I moved my hand upward and gently cupped her breast. The liquor began to burn my tongue and I was forced to swallow. Her lips were still crushed against mine and her tongue darted into my mouth as soon as she felt me swallow. I kneaded her breast, twisting her hard nipple, and she moaned as our tongues thrust and parried.
She pulled back only long enough to catch her breath, and then pressed herself against me again. I moved my hand to the other breast and she whimpered as I tugged on her rock-hard nipple. When she wiggled her ass against my tightly encased prick, I broke the kiss.
“If we don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to do one of two things,” I said tersely.
“I’m either going to come in my jeans, or I’m going to throw you on the couch and fuck you right here.”
“What happened to being patient?” she asked with artful innocence.
“Fuck patient,” I snarled. “I want you.” My hand snaked back under the pleated skirt and I dipped my fingers into the furnace of her pussy. She gasped as they easily slipped into her wet depths. “And I know you want me.”
“Oh, God!” she breathed. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
I began rubbing the top of her clit with my thumb. “Then let’s go,” I said urgently.
She shuddered and arched her back. “Not yet,” she said, panting softly.
I renewed my attack on her clit and she cried out quietly. “Now,” I said insistently. “Let’s go.”
With an incredible effort of will, she shook her head. She reached down and grasped my wrist, staying my hand. “Not... yet...” Her breathing was rapid, and her face and neck were deeply flushed.
The scent of her arousal filled the room and my cock ached as I inhaled her aroma.
Just then, there was a knock at the door and it quickly opened. I had completely forgotten about Julie, and she was halfway in the room before I could even look up. At the sound of her entrance, Kate stiffened and began to turn. With growing panic, I watched the tableau unfold. I opened my mouth to speak at the same time Julie got a good look at the two of us, nearly in flagrante delicto. Before either of us could react, Kate spoke.
“Julie.” She used her surgeon voice, accustomed to giving orders and having them instantly obeyed. “Come in and shut the door behind you.”
I was stunned into immobility. Kate swiveled her head to look at the surprised girl. Without thinking, Julie did as she was told. Her mouth worked soundlessly as she watched Kate stand. I watched raptly as Kate turned and took off her blazer. She let it fall to the floor and then moved towards Julie.
Julie was much shorter than Kate, and petite, compared to Kate’s long-legged elegance. Kate, topless and clad only in her school-girl plaid skirt and knee-high white stockings, used her body to press Julie against the door. She had to bend to kiss the girl, but Julie didn’t move as Kate’s lips crushed against her own. They shared a long, heated kiss, and I tried to find a comfortable angle for my straining, aching cock.
“You guard the door for me,” Kate said huskily as she pulled back from the kiss.
Julie swallowed hard and nodded, practically mesmerized.
Kate turned to me, her face a mask of desire. She was quickly between my legs, dropping to her knees and tearing at my belt. In a fraction of a second, she had it undone and was ripping at the buttons of my fly. With five rapid-fire pops, my jeans were open and Kate was fishing in my boxers for my swollen manhood.
She extracted it roughly and wrapped her fist around the base, aiming me at her descending lips. In a moment, the head of my cock was engulfed in warm, wet, sucking, licking heaven. I looked at Julie, who was watching us with eyes wide as saucers, and then groaned as Kate took half my length in her mouth.
With a seemingly practiced gesture, Kate flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, giving Julie an unobstructed view of her sucking lips and my rigid dick. I ran my fingers through Kate’s hair and rested my hands atop her head. When she began bobbing up and down, swallowing more than half my length, I groaned and let my head loll back against the couch.
With all the night’s teasing and taunting, I lasted no more than a minute. My balls were already tight against my body as I felt the first stirrings of a powerful orgasm. A supernova erupted behind my tightly clamped eyelids when I felt the first surge of semen blasting from the tip of my cock.
Kate worked her lips against my spasming shaft, greedily swallowing my seed with each powerful spurt. Through the intense, overwhelming pleasure, I faintly heard myself groaning. I gripped her head and held her down, trying to force more of my erection into her mouth, humping my hips in time with my spasms.
When my climax slowly began to subside, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The ringing in my ears faded, but the sensations radiating from my groin continued to pulse and pound at my senses. I could vaguely sense Kate still sucking at my slowly deflating erection, moaning with pleasure as she worked her lips and tongue over my shaft, taking care to avoid the supersensitive head.
I blinked and simply stared, slowing coming back to my senses. I realized that I still had a death grip on Kate’s head, so I relaxed my fingers. When I lifted my head, the first thing I saw was Julie. She was leaning against the door and rubbing her small breasts through her shirt with one hand. The other hand was drifting towards her pussy when her eyes met mine. She grinned guiltily and immediately pulled her questing fingers back to her waist. I smiled at her and she blushed.
I felt Kate’s lips leave my cock and I looked down at her. She was smiling smugly and I couldn’t help but grin in reply. She kissed the tip of my deflated manhood and then looked at me seriously.
“Now are you ready to do things my way?” she asked.
I nodded mutely and she delicately tucked my penis back into my boxers. She retrieved her discarded blazer and put it on before she stood. I stood as well, and buttoned my jeans. All the while, Julie was watching us, the flush of desire coloring her face, neck, and chest. I smiled at her and she grinned shyly in reply. Kate noticed the exchange and turned to the girl.
She walked over, blazer still gaping open deliciously, and pushed Julie against the door with her body. As they kissed, Julie responded a lot more eagerly than I thought she would have. I knew she must have been able to taste my semen on Kate’s lips, and the thought thrilled me.
Kate insinuated a long leg between Julie’s own and began grinding her hips against Julie. Then she reached up to rub Julie’s small breasts, and they kissed for a long time.
“Thank you,” Kate whispered to Julie.
Julie merely nodded and bit her lip shyly.
When Kate finally turned, she looked at me drunkenly. “Take me home,” she said.
Julie stared at us open-mouthed, completely stunned. I grinned at her and she recovered enough composure to close her mouth. Kate began buttoning her blazer as I bent to recover her purse and shoes. She took them both when I handed them to her, slipping her shoes on without bothering to buckle them. When she reached into her purse, the sheer blouse, which she had stuffed in there earlier, threatened to escape. I quickly realized that she was reaching for her wallet, and held up my hand.
When I reached into my pocket, she stopped, smiled gratefully at me, and closed her purse. I pulled out my cash and started doing math in my head, adding up the cost for dinner and everything else. I erred on the side of a very generous tip—it’s not every server who’ll guard the door while your dinner date gives you a blowjob—and peeled off three hundred-dollar bills.
Julie watched as I set the money on the table and then swallowed hard when she looked back up at me. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and she was still flushed with desire. I smiled at her and she slowly recovered enough composure to grin shyly.
“Thanks,” I said simply.
She nodded in reply and looked down, her blush deepening.
Kate looked up as I spoke, and then turned to Julie. Kate stepped close to the younger woman. I couldn’t hear the exchange, or see anything more than Julie’s face, but I could imagine what Kate had said, simply by Julie’s reaction. Julie flushed, blinked rapidly, and then nodded hesitantly. Kate kissed her again, softly, on the lips, and she smiled. I felt the stirrings of a new erection as I watched the two of them.
When Kate looked back at me with smoldering eyes, I extended my arm to her and she hooked hers through it. Julie opened the door for us and I let Kate precede me out of the room. We walked back towards the bar, around the corner, and then down the stairs towards the front door. Once downstairs, I retrieved both of our coats from the cloakroom and helped Kate into hers.
The hostess grinned at me conspiratorially and then winked. I smiled in reply and donned my own coat. I held the front door for Kate and then followed her out, into the bracing December air. Just as I turned to her to discuss the logistics of where we were going, and how, she opened her purse.
“Here,” she said as she reached around the wadded blouse and retrieved her car keys. “You drive.”
It’s not that I minded leaving the Rover in the Jazz Club parking lot; I knew it would be safe. Even though there was a tremendous chemistry between Kate and me, I didn’t like the idea of being stranded at a new woman’s house. What if things, for some inexplicable reason, didn’t work out? The look Kate gave me as she pressed her luscious body against me, however, quickly eroded my doubt. I know I was thinking with the little head, but he hadn’t gotten me into too much trouble lately. So I took the proffered keys and let her lead me to her car.
She was parked on the side of the restaurant, near the front, and I wondered how I’d missed seeing her car on my race to reach the front door. As we approached it, I fumbled with the key fob and eventually found the button to unlock the car. I pushed it once, then twice, and was rewarded with the satisfying thunk of all the doors unlocking. I held the door for Kate and then shut it when she levered her legs into the car, smiling at me.
When I opened the driver’s side door, I looked for the seat controls before getting in. While Kate was tall, she wasn’t close to my 6’3”, and I didn’t want to shoe-horn myself into the car only to have to fumble for the controls to give myself some leg room. I spotted them quickly and began moving the seat down and back. When it reached the end of its travel, I slid into the car. A few quick adjustments for comfort, and I put the keys in the ignition and shut the door.
Before I put on my seatbelt, I leaned over and kissed Kate. She twined one hand in my hair and pulled me close, darting her tongue against my own. When we broke the kiss, she captured my lower lip with her teeth and gently pulled. With a wicked smile, she released me, and I reluctantly pulled back.
“More later,” she said softly, her eyes full of promises.
As I buckled my seatbelt, she gave me directions.
“Take Ebenezer until it dead-ends at Northshore. Turn right at the light and drive about six miles. I live in Northshore Terrace.” She gave the directions with crisp efficiency, and I smiled to myself at the change in her manner when she used her surgeon voice. “You know the subdivision?”
I nodded. I knew where it was. It was a gated, upscale community, with moderately large, zero-lot-line houses that yuppie-type professionals favored. I’d looked at the subdivision when I was looking for a new house a year before, but had decided that I wanted a yard and a bit more space. Most of the houses in Northshore Terrace did have great views of the lake, though, and there was a private dock for residents. The neighborhood was nice, but it had more cachet than actual appeal, as far as I was concerned. I kept my thoughts to myself, however, as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed south on Ebenezer.
We were barely out of the parking lot when Kate shifted in her seat, unbuckled her seatbelt, and began to remove her coat.
“Are you hot?” I asked, trying to keep the incredulity out of my voice. The Lexus had a nice heater, but it was still very cold in the car.
“No. You just drive,” she said mysteriously.
So I drove. And I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she shed her coat, her blazer, and finally, her skirt. She slipped out of her shoes, and clad only in her white knee-socks, she climbed onto her seat and leaned towards me. When she nipped my ear and began to softly kiss my neck, I nearly swerved off the road. While I drove with my left hand, I put my right arm around her and tried to gently pull her off me. I wanted to survive to reach her house.
Kate completely ignored my gentle pressure and kissed around my neck and then up the line of my jaw. I sucked in my breath and tried to watch the road, over her head. My hand still on the small of her back—her warm, long, beautiful back—I concentrated on staying in the proper lane. She kissed down my neck and I felt my penis stiffen as her hand reached lower and rested on the lump in my jeans.
For the third time that night, she stripped open my belt and tugged at my jeans. The buttons popped when she pulled my fly open, and she stopped kissing my neck. I thought she would relent and let me concentrate on driving, but she had other ideas.
“Mmmmm,” she breathed as she reached into my jeans. “The first time was good, but it was too fast.” She extracted my rapidly hardening member and stroked it gently. “I want to enjoy it this time.”
With that, she lowered her head to my groin and engulfed my erection. I ran my hand up her spine and rested it on top of her head, luxuriating in the feelings of her silky hair under my fingers and her supple lips on my cock. I wanted to pay attention to the gentle suction she was applying to my member, but reluctantly decided that the road was where my attention needed to be.
When we approached the light at Ebenezer and Northshore, I slowed down. Finally, the light turned yellow and I pulled to a stop. I closed my eyes and focused on Kate, and her mouth. She was bobbing up and down slowly, running her lips and tongue over my exposed length, bathing my cock with warmth and wetness. I groaned softly as she sucked just the glans into her mouth and flicked her tongue against the slit.
I’ve had some incredible blowjobs in my life, but Kate certainly knew what she was doing, and would easily rank in the top two or three. If she kept going, I knew she would make me come, and that was the last thing that I wanted. I think she sensed that as well, and she slowed her pace to one that would keep me aroused, but not push me over the edge. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and checked for oncoming traffic. When I saw none, I turned right, onto Northshore.
The two-lane road wound along the North shore of the lake, hence its name, and I had to concentrate on my driving. Kate’s lips and tongue were never far from the front of my brain, however, and I drove as fast as I could. It wasn’t fast enough, as far as I was concerned, but it was the best I could do.
On the final straightaway before her subdivision, I relaxed and let my mind pay attention to the sensations in my groin. Kate had taken me as far into her throat as my jeans and the awkward position would allow, and I quickly lost myself in the luxurious feeling as she wrapped her lips around my shaft and slowly lifted her head. The lights of oncoming traffic snapped me out of my dangerous reverie, however, and I swerved back into the right lane, firmly resolving to pay attention to the road until we got to her house.
Northshore Terrace loomed ahead and I slowed to turn into the subdivision. Kate felt the motion of the car and released my cock from her mouth with a wet plop. She looked up, captured my attention with her eyes, and then pointed to the console above the rear-view mirror, on the roof of the car.
“The first button is the gate, the middle button is the garage door. Take the second street on the right, drive around to the first cul-de-sac, and I’m the house at the end. Number 108,”
Without waiting for my reply, she wrapped her lips around my straining erection and resumed sucking me. I pulled up to the gate and slowed to a stop. The guard house was empty, but the lights were on, and I silently thanked providence that I wouldn’t have to pass the scrutiny of the security guard. I pressed the first button, and the gate started moving aside. When it was open far enough to accommodate the Lexus, I drove through, my hand once again resting comfortably on the back of Kate’s slowly bobbing head.
I followed her directions and pulled into the driveway of her house a few minutes later. I pressed the middle button on the overhead console, and the garage door began to open, spilling light onto the driveway. When the door retracted fully, I was surprised to see a Jeep Cherokee occupying the left bay. As I slowly pulled into the garage, I wondered if Kate had a roommate (the leggy blonde?).
I stopped the car and had to reach around Kate to put it into Park. I cupped her firm breast for a moment, delighting at the feeling of her hard nipple as it pressed into my palm. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away and pushed the button that controlled the garage door. The door started closing and I shut off the car.
Kate kept her lip-lock on my erection, obviously enjoying herself, and I leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and finally got to concentrate on the pleasurable sensations, without the fear of losing my life. The car pinged as it cooled, but the sound quickly faded into the background as she began running her lips along my length in earnest.
As much as I enjoyed the sensation, I knew I had to stop her. While I could still come several times over the course of the night, I wasn’t a teenager any longer, and I didn’t want to come in her mouth again so soon (much as I enjoyed the thought). With gentle pressure from my left hand, I pulled her off my swollen manhood.
She lifted her head and I brought my lips down on hers, forcing them open, tasting myself as she sucked on my tongue. I let my right hand roam over her chest, tweaking her nipples and lightly cupping her left breast. She moaned into my mouth and I let my hand drift lower.
When she felt my fingers sliding over her slippery channel, Kate broke the kiss. She was breathing hard and her eyes were unfocused. I chuckled silently at the sight. Strong, tanned fingers wrapped around my wrist and stopped my hand before I could do more than rub the exposed bud of her clit.
“Inside,” she said insistently.
I nodded, helped her sit up, and unbuckled my seatbelt. Kate gathered her purse and her coat, leaving the rest of her clothing where she’d tossed it, in the back seat. I opened my door and paused for a moment to admire her lithe figure as the car’s overhead light came on. She simply opened her door and got out, so I quickly followed suit.
I came around the front of the car, my erection leading the way, just as she reached the door into the house. She turned on the doorstep and I wrapped my arms around her. Her lips searched for mine and found them in the dark. The step was just high enough that her breasts brushed against the top of my chest, her diamond-hard nipples against the exposed flesh of my neck.
I kissed her hard, running my tongue over her lips, her teeth, and against her own searching tongue. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her perfectly toned ass cheeks, pulling her to me. Incredibly, our kiss heated further as she ground her pelvis against my stomach. Without breaking our connection, she dropped her purse and coat, ran her hands over my shoulders, and started to push my coat off. She got it down over my arms, and when I realized what she was trying to do, I grudgingly relinquished my hold on her ass to let the coat slip down over my hands.
Our lips still locked together, I returned my hands to her delectable ass and pulled her against me. Kate, however, had other ideas. She ran her hands down my back and began pulling at my sweater, lifting and scrunching it up my torso. When she had it bunched under my armpits, she broke the kiss and looked at me expectantly. I lifted my arms and let her pull the woolen sweater over my head, and then off me completely.
In the cool air of the garage, I felt my nipples harden. I pulled her to me again and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her body was incredibly warm and inviting against my own. She brought her lips down on mine again, and I reached behind her to grope for the doorknob. When I found it and turned, we nearly tumbled into the house. I lifted her easily and pushed her inside. Her nipples dragged over my chest as I stepped up and followed her. I broke the kiss and quickly surveyed our surroundings.
We were in the laundry room, with a doorway to the right, leading to the kitchen. I spotted her breakfast table, with only a little clutter on it, and began pushing her towards it as my lips sought hers. I was just about to kick the door to the garage shut with my foot when she broke the kiss and pulled back, breathless.
“Oh, Ethan,” she breathed as I began kissing down the line of her neck and pushing her back at the same time.
My cock was straining, and bouncing uncomfortably where it was constricted by my boxers and the fly of my jeans. Kate’s ass backed against the breakfast table and I forced myself away from her throat long enough to clear the table with one sweep of my arm. The clatter of things hitting the floor didn’t deter me for a moment. I leaned forward, my cock pressing against the slippery junction of her legs, and she moaned. I was just reaching for my pocket, and the condoms I had shoved there before I’d left home, when she put both strong hands on my chest and pushed me back.
I stood, mildly confused, and watched her slide off the table and run to the door to the garage. She practically lunged through it and came back a moment later with her purse. She reached into the purse, quickly pulled out the wad of her blouse, and then rummaged through the remaining contents. When she withdrew her hand, containing a foil packet, she tossed the purse aside and looked at me. Her expression was so full of lust that my cock swelled and jerked in anticipation.
I pulled my hand from my pocket, my own condom easily forgotten, as Kate ripped open the packet and fell to her knees before me. Strong hands tugged at the waistband of my jeans and boxers, pulling them down to my knees in one motion. I watched, fascinated, as she slipped the condom in her mouth and then pressed her lips over the tip of my slowly bobbing dick.
With an act of sheer willpower, I kept myself from coming as she unrolled the condom over my length, using only her lips, tongue, and teeth. She took me entirely into her mouth, unrolling the condom completely and sucking gently on my girth. I groaned as she slowly began to withdraw, dragging her lips over my shaft.
“Mmmmm,” she said softly, kissing the tip of my cock. “Strawberry.”
I lifted her and brought my lips down on hers. She came into my arms willingly and I did indeed taste the strawberry of the condom. I turned her and once again pressed her against the edge of the table. During the car ride from the Jazz Club, she had worked me into a near frenzy, and I was afraid that if I didn’t sink my cock into her soon, I was going to lose control completely.
I ran my hands down her torso, feeling the ripple and play of her muscles as I lifted her onto the table. She broke the kiss and hissed as her hot skin came into contact with the cold wood of the table. There was nothing I could do about it though, so I simply pushed my hips between her thighs, spreading her legs as I did.
I pushed her back onto the table and she gasped again when more of her skin made contact with the wood. With my right hand, I reached down and grasped the base of my dick. I looked up at Kate and was rewarded with her smoldering, lust-filled expression.
“Oh, God. Put it in me,” she hissed.
I ran the latex-encased glans over her slick channel. Her outer lips were engorged and spread easily when I pressed against them with my erection. I lifted my cock and brushed it against her exposed clit, causing her to shudder. As I pushed the head between her labia, Kate moaned again and her belly rippled.
I sank into her, luxuriating in the feeling, and then suddenly encountered a lot more resistance than I’d expected. I found myself pushing hard. Kate bit her lip, grinned at me, and then relaxed her muscles. With the resistance gone, I slipped inside her easily, and my hips slammed against her with the force of my entry. Her pussy was naturally tight, but I quickly discovered that she had excellent muscle control.
I put my hands on her hips and braced her as I pulled back. Another powerful lunge and I was inside her again; she moaned in delight. With a lusty, teasing grin, she locked her ankles behind my hips, holding me inside her, and began rhythmically contracting her PC muscle. The effect was incredible, and I almost passed out from the pleasure.
I’d been with women who had good muscular control, but Kate was something else entirely. It felt like she was milking my cock, and with her legs holding me in place, there was little I could do besides close my eyes and groan.
I finally regained a little control, although it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do, and moved my hands from her hips. I trailed my right hand over her tight stomach and let my thumb play over her clit. She hissed at the touch, and her pussy stopped clenching. Her eyes popped open and her hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling my thumb away from the sensitive little pearl.
“It’s better this way,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Trust me.”
I trusted her, and contented myself with running my hands lightly up and down her flanks as she resumed the maddening clenching in her pussy. I wanted to hold out longer than I did, but all the night’s teasing and increasing passion finally overwhelmed me. The clenching and releasing of her pussy seemed to forcefully rip my orgasm from my body, and I came harder than I could ever remember.
I clamped my eyes shut and gritted my teeth as pleasure burst from my groin and quickly battered my senses, overwhelming me. Spurt after spurt erupted from deep within me, and I felt like I was pouring myself into her. Every muscle in my body was suddenly taut and tingling as my entire being shrank to one brilliant mote, centered on my pumping, spasming penis. My climax cascaded over me and through me, drowning me in ecstasy so powerful that the world went red, then grey, and finally, black.
When I opened my eyes, I was panting, and I realized that I must have passed out for a few seconds. At least, I hoped it was only for a few seconds. Kate was panting and grinning at me, and I quickly decided that I’d been out for only a moment. My whole body was tingling, as if I’d grabbed a live wire and held onto it for too long. With a silent chuckle, I realized that Kate was a live wire. I wasn’t going to let her go any time soon, though.
She struggled to sit up, but I put my hand on her chest, between her firm, smooth breasts, and held her in place. She looked at me, her eyes full of insistent questions, and I slid my hand over her trim belly.
“My turn,” I said with an impish grin.
I tripped my thumb against her clit and her questions died unasked. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I gently stroked the exposed glans of her clit. My dick was still very hard, and split her open deliciously. The last thing I wanted to do was to remove it from within her, but I did. She moaned as the ridge of my crown slid along her tight channel, but I moved my thumb against her clit to take her mind off the loss. She moaned again when I dropped to my knees between her spread thighs.
She knew what I was doing, and so did I, but that didn’t mean I was going to be quick about it. Once my insistent, overpowering urge to come had been sated, twice, I was ready to take my time with her, and work her into the frenzied state in which I’d dwelt most of the evening. I think she would have panicked if she’d been able to see my face, and I chuckled silently to myself. My jeans and boxers had tangled around my ankles, and the condom clung to my slowly shrinking erection, but I ignored the superfluous sensations as I knelt between Kate’s spread thighs and concentrated on her.
I’d been fantasizing about her pussy since I’d first seen her, and it. All I wanted to do was to dive in and wallow in the delicate folds of her womanhood, to inhale her, to swallow her. I resisted the urge, knowing that when I finally did, it would be that much more powerful for both of us.
So I lifted her right leg—the long leg of my fantasies, and lately, of my reality—and gently rolled the knee-sock towards her feet. I pulled it off completely, and she shivered as the cool air wafted over her skin. Her toenails were well manicured but unpainted, and I lifted her dainty foot to my mouth and tenderly kissed the instep arch. The skin was soft and warm, and she shuddered at the lightness of my touch as I trailed my lips up over her ankle and then over the swell of her calf.
I smiled to myself at her reaction and then switched to her left leg, repeating the process of removing her knee-sock. Instead of kissing her foot, as I’m sure she expected, I lifted her leg and kissed the soft spot behind her knee, barely breathing as I brushed my lips against the sensitive flesh. She shuddered again and I began planting soft, butterfly-light kisses along her inner thigh.
I continued around her thighs, skipping her slick and waiting pussy entirely, moving down the soft flesh of her right thigh towards the knee. Her ass was barely on the table, and I paused a moment to watch her contracting her glutes, clenching and releasing, straining to get me to touch her pussy. I smiled wickedly and put my hands on her body, near her ass. I pulled my hands towards me, delicately running my fingernails over the backs of her thighs, causing her to hiss with pleasure.
When I reached the backs of her knees, I rubbed gently, with enough pressure—just enough pressure—not to tickle her. I watched, fascinated, as goose bumps raised on her thighs and she began to tremble with anticipation. I moved forward slightly and settled her legs over my shoulders, my hot skin warming her own. It hadn’t been too long since I’d shaved, earlier in the evening, and I ran my smooth cheek along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, kissing and breathing hotly as I moved towards her clenching pussy.
I stopped short of my goal and kissed the crease where her leg joined her body, giving it a light lick as I moved to her other thigh, breathing on her pussy as I passed, careful not to touch it just yet. I repeated the kiss, and then the lick, on her left leg. As I ran my cheek down her inner thigh, I brought my hands up to grip her hips.
When I ran my fingernails down the outside of her thighs, she cried out and humped her pussy into the air, begging me with her body to touch her, to lick her. I smiled again, and kissed the inside of her left knee, feeling the goose bumps against my lips, delighting in the trembling that I could feel in her muscles. I ran my hands back towards her pussy, on the tops of her thighs, my fingertips playing almost imperceptibly over the strong muscles of her legs, squeezing gently and teasing her.
My hands encountered the points of her hips and I felt her belly ripple as I moved my fingers together, toward her mons. She humped up at me again as she felt my breath, hot and moist, on her pussy. I pulled back and blew gently, cooling her flesh and causing more goose bumps to form.
Finally, I moved forward and inhaled the musk of her arousal. I’d only gotten whiffs of it earlier, and they were enough to make my head swim. Now, less than an inch from the source of the aroma, I was intoxicated by her scent: tangy, tart, musky, sweet, inviting, alluring, and highly addictive. Her hips quivered as I leaned in and kissed her smooth, engorged labia.
Her outer labia were a deep red with her arousal, and her inner labia were plump and distended, flaring open and welcoming me. I snaked my tongue out and ran the tip of it up her slit, tasting her (and a faint note of strawberry from the condom). She writhed, trying to get me to press harder, but I held her hips against the table with my hands, strong and sure.
I pressed my lips against her pussy, the strip of hair tickling my nose, and thrust my tongue within her, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. My upper lip brushed against her engorged clit and she cried out again, bucking her hips and attempting to press the little pearl against me. I pulled back and she moaned in lustful frustration.
Her hands moved over mine and she ran her fingers through my hair, gripping me gently and pulling me towards her sex. I resisted, and she pulled harder. My hair is fairly short, just long enough for her to grip, but not long enough for her to get any real leverage. Besides, my neck was far stronger than her arms. She whimpered when I didn’t immediately bury myself, and my tongue, in her pussy.
I leaned forward again and licked her slit, teasing her clit as I flipped the tip of my tongue against its sensitive underside. She gasped, cried out wordlessly, and tried to pull me forward again with her hands on my head. Instead, I teased her some more, moving forward, but kissing to either side of her smooth pussy. She could feel the heat of my cheeks against her nether lips, feel me moving and kissing and licking everywhere but where she wanted, and it was driving her crazy.
She tried to control my movements with her hands on my head, but I was simply too strong for her, and she finally gave up trying. As soon as her hands relaxed, and simply rested on my head, still entwined in my hair, I pressed my lips against her pussy, rubbing in small circles as my tongue delved into her steamy depths. She gasped again and tried to buck her hips against me. I easily held her down with my hands, but kept my face pressed into her pussy.
When I pulled back, I tightened my lips around the folds of her inner lips and sucked them into my mouth. The hood pulled against her clit and she cried out in joy at the first real, serious stimulation I’d given her clit since I’d knelt between her legs.
“Are you ready to do things my way, Kate?” I asked, my voice gravely from disuse.
“Oh, God! Yessssss.” Her stomach undulated and the trembling in her hips and legs became continuous. “Please! Please!”
“Please what, Kate?”
“Oh, God, Ethan. Please. You know what I want. You know what I need.”
“Say it, Kate. Ask me.”
She whimpered and thrust her hips at me. When I pulled my face back, and held her down, she whimpered again. Finally, she relented. “Please. I need it so bad. Lick me. Please. Suck me. Eat me. Make me c... Ungh!”
I thrust my face forward and crushed my lips against her pussy, forming an “O” over her clit. I circled it with my tongue and then sucked gently, forcing the skin of the hood against the base and causing her to groan. My nose buried in the narrow strip of hair at the top of her slit, I gently shook my head side-to-side, rubbing the sides of her clit with my lips and tongue.
She shuddered in ecstasy and gripped my hair tightly, holding me in place. There was no place else I wanted to be, however, so I let her hold me against her. I alternated between sucking the folds of her inner lips and circling her clit with my tongue. She cried out every time my tongue brushed against her sensitive glans.
I started paying attention to her reactions, and quickly learned that she went crazy when I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed my upper lip into its base. I would waggle my head side-to-side and then release her clit. Her pussy was practically dripping over my face, and I could feel her slippery lubrication coating my cheeks and chin. I smiled to myself and began to drag my tongue along her slit, from bottom to top, rubbing her labia with my cheeks and flicking her clit at the top of each stroke.
I ran my left hand up her belly to her ribs, and then gently cupped her right breast, rolling the rock-hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my right hand between her legs and slowly insinuated two fingers into her pussy. She gasped as she felt me spread her open and I returned my lips to her clit.
Once I had two fingers buried to the knuckle, I crooked them up and felt for her pubic bone. I stopped moving my tongue on her clit and concentrated on her reactions as I lifted the tips of my fingers up and felt for her G-spot. I pressed my fingers against the top of her vagina and moved in small, slow circles.
She hissed and bucked her hips against me, lifting off the table and crushing herself against my face. I smiled inwardly and began rocking my fingers back and forth, caressing the bundle of nerves. Her hips slowly sank back to the table, so I switched back to the small circles. When I did, her hips shot up again and she battered my face with her pubis. I stopped moving my fingers and rode out her spasms as she slowly calmed down.
Every woman I’ve been with has been different, and it had always taken some experimentation to figure out what they liked. The time was well spent, and the rewards were definitely worth it, but I decided that I’d teased Kate long enough. I could take my time, later, and figure out what really drove her crazy. For the moment, I concentrated on her clit and moved my fingers over the gentle ridges in her vaginal walls.
Her hips started trembling again and she gripped my head fiercely. I circled her clit with my tongue, and she began to hump against me. When I sawed my fingers back and forth in her gripping pussy, she cried out sharply and clamped her thighs to either side of my head.
I alternated sucking her clit and circling it with my tongue, gradually switching more to the sucking pressure that I knew she liked. Her pussy grasped my fingers as I thrust them into her, and I sped my pace on her clit. Her moans turned into a low shriek, and she dug her fingers into my scalp, pressing me against her mons. I felt the beginnings of her climax, and started moving my head side-to-side, exerting pressure on the base of her clit while flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
When I felt her clit retract, I pressed against the base of it and started vibrating my lips against her. Her pussy clenched my fingers and her legs gripped me tightly as her back arched. I felt the first rush of moisture in her pussy, and I pressed my fingers up, with gentle, constant, firm pressure, and started circling the nerves of her G-spot.
When I did, she exploded. Her climax rocked her body—her well toned, firm body—and she shrieked loud enough that I was momentarily glad that my ears were protected by the vise of her thighs. I pressed harder on the base of her clit and moved my tongue over the hood while I moved my fingers in inexorable circles behind her pubic bone, tripping over the nerves there.
Her hips hammered my face, and I could feel her moisture running down the back of my hand and coating my face, filling my senses with her taste, her smell, her texture. I rode her as the throes of her orgasm overwhelmed her, all the while keeping the pressure on with my fingers, lips, and tongue.
When I felt her climax begin to subside, I renewed my attack on her clit and pushed her up, up, up. Her powerful thighs gripped my head and her hands held me in place, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Her second orgasm peaked with a rush of moisture and another series of bucking, humping thrusts from her hips.
With just my upper lip, I pressed against the base of her clit and continued the slow circling of my fingertips on her G-spot. Her pussy clutched at my invading fingers and I could feel the spasms of another orgasm building with her belly. I rotated her nipple between my left thumb and forefinger and began to lick up the length of her slit, flicking my tongue against the buried bud of her clit.
I pressed the pads of my fingers into the top of her vagina and stroked her G-spot, sending her over the edge once more. Kate shrieked, her entire body vibrating with pleasure. I took her through two more orgasms and an entire series of smaller ones before she finally pushed me away and clamped her legs shut.
I kissed her knees, her feet still resting on my shoulders, and finally looked up her body. She was panting, her chest rising and falling, drawing great drafts of air deep into her lungs. Her belly still quivered and her hands, resting lightly on her heaving chest, trembled.
I stood and almost immediately fell over as my feet tangled in my jeans. I fell forward heavily, catching myself on the table with my hands braced to either side of Kate. I was suddenly glad she had her eyes closed. I would have made quite a sight: the man who’d just given her an amazing series of orgasms, falling on his face immediately afterward. I chuckled ruefully to myself and kicked off first my shoes, and then my bunched jeans and boxers.
My cock was once again hard as a rock, still encased in the used condom. I reached down, pulled the strawberry-flavored latex from my penis, and deftly tied a knot in the end, to hold my spent come within the tip. I looked around quickly, spied the kitchen sink, and did my best underhanded toss towards it. It’s a good thing I’m good with a computer; I missed the sink by a good five feet. I laughed quietly to myself, made a mental note to take care of the condom later, and turned back to Kate.
Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing had begun to return to normal. I stepped on the toes of my socks, one at a time, and pulled my feet from them (there’s nothing that looks sillier than a naked man clad only in socks, dark or light). Once I was as naked as Kate, I parted her legs with my hips and stepped forward.
She looked up as I moved towards her and her expression told me that she was completely sated. Her eyes smoldered as her hands encountered my erection, however, and I revised my opinion of her satiation. I reached forward with my right hand and lifted her easily with my fingers behind her neck.
Her hands still on my erection, she came willingly, and crushed her lips against my own. I returned the kiss with rising ardor, clutching her to me and pressing her nipples against my chest. I backed up and began casting about, looking for my jeans, and the condoms they contained.
“Not yet,” Kate said gently, sensing my desire. “I’m still too sensitive.”
“Let me suck you for awhile. Okay?”
I nodded again and she leaned to the right. I kept my hand on the back of her neck, but stepped back so she could pivot her legs onto the table. She lay on her back, along the edge of the table, with her head turned to the right. I stepped to my left, my bobbing erection leading the way, and watched as she captured the tip of my penis with her lips.
Her beautiful dark hair splayed out over the light wood of the table and she looked radiant. I simply watched her as she sucked my cock into her mouth, caressing the ridges and veins with strong, pliant lips. I began to gently rock my hips back and forth, thrusting into her mouth, holding her in place with my hand at the back of her head. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. We stayed like that for a long, languid, luxurious time. Never once did she come close to bringing me to orgasm. By unspoken agreement, we both wanted me to last as long as possible when I eventually buried myself in her pussy.
Finally, she pulled back, her lips wet and shiny with her saliva and my pre-come. Her eyes were afire with fresh lust as she sat up and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on her lips, and no matter how much I might have wanted to come in her mouth, I knew that her pussy would be much more enjoyable, for both of us.
Kate continued to stroke my erection as I looked for my jeans. She saw me looking around and nodded towards the door to the laundry room.
“It’s over there,” she said.
I followed her eyes and spotted her purse. I quickly realized that she’d mistaken the object of my search.
“Why don’t you get it for me?” she asked softly, sensuously.
I stepped away from her, reluctantly, and picked up her purse. “I was actually looking for my jeans,” I said sheepishly as I returned to her. I spotted them where I’d kicked them, under the table, and bent to retrieve them as well.
When I stood up, holding both her purse and my jeans, she arched her eyebrows.
“Oh?” she asked archly, clearly teasing me.
I nodded and reached into my pocket, feeling for the foil packets I’d stuffed there earlier. When my hand emerged, holding the pair of condoms, Kate smirked. She reached into her purse and withdrew a string of three condoms. With the one we’d already used, that made four. She was, to put it mildly, loaded for bear.
“Four?” I asked, as calmly as I could.
“I knew you’d be... ahem... up to the task.”
She nodded insouciantly and smirked. “But I’m glad you brought more.”
I looked at her with a strangled expression and she giggled.
“But we can only use one at a time,” she said mischievously.
She tore one of her foil packets loose, opened it, and removed the strawberry-flavored condom. She grasped my member and simply rolled the condom onto me, smiling wickedly the whole time. I stepped between her legs and kissed her. When I moved forward, she gripped my shaft almost painfully.
“Go slowly. I’m still very sensitive. Besides,” she said with a lustful grin, “I want this to last a long, long time.”
I nodded and felt her position my erection at the opening of her pussy. I pushed forward slowly and she gasped as the head parted her labia. When my penis was properly nestled between her lips, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. I eased my hips forward and slid into her. She shuddered and bit my shoulder, but moaned for me to continue.
My cock isn’t much longer than average, but it is pretty thick, and she trembled as it spread her open. When I finally filled her completely, she sighed and wrapped her legs around my hips.
Her body quivered and her breathing came in shallow, staccato bursts through her nose. She clutched me tightly and I felt her pussy spasming around my girth.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “You feel so good inside me.”
She was still breathing in short, quavering bursts, and holding me motionless with her arms and legs. I clenched my own PC muscle, to show her that she wasn’t the only one with good control, and my cock swelled within her. She gasped and whimpered into my ear, her nails digging into my shoulders deliciously. I clenched again and she shuddered against me.
“Take me to bed,” she said weakly.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her by the ass, lifting her easily. I turned away from the laundry room and headed into what appeared to be the living room. I wandered towards where the front door should be, and soon found the stairs. With each step, her body jostled slightly, and my cock throbbed within her. Once on the second floor, I easily spotted the master bedroom at the back of the house. I spared little attention for the decor, instead focusing on the king-sized bed that dominated one corner of the large room.
Without setting her down, I eased onto the bed on my knees and moved towards the headboard. When I reached the center of the bed, I gently set her down. She maintained her tight grip on my neck, and pulled me down after her as she lay back. I kissed her deeply when we settled, and she arched her back against me. Her legs were still locked behind my back and her nipples were hard points poking into my chest, but I was more than content to stay where I was.
When we broke the kiss, she smiled at me drunkenly. I smiled in return and began kissing the line of her jaw, working towards her delicate ear. She arched her back again and gasped when I brushed my lips against her earlobe and then kissed the hollow of her neck.
I began thrusting into her slowly and she loosened her legs to let me move. I held myself off her with my elbows and her breathing grew shallow and trembling as I moved inside her. She nibbled along the muscle of my shoulder, whimpering and gasping as my erection spread her open and then withdrew. I kept my pace deliberately slow, not wanting to over-stimulate her.
Unlike our first coupling, this one was long and slow and tender. Kate looked into my eyes as I slowly pumped my hips and built both of us towards our climaxes. When her pussy started grasping and clutching at my cock, I slowed down and buried myself within her. She pressed her face against my shoulder and quivered with pent-up desire. I slowly withdrew from her molten pussy and then sank back into her. She moaned as the crown of my cock raked across the sensitive folds of her labia.
We fucked like that for a long time. The condom desensitized me a little, but I’d already come twice, and that prolonged things for me more than anything else. I took my time, enjoying her body, and her reactions. But I also took care to pay close attention to her, to make sure she was enjoying herself, and that I wasn’t hurting her. She pulled me close and buried her face against my neck.
“I want to come with you,” she whispered.
I nodded against her and she relaxed her grip on my neck.
I pumped into her slowly, feeling her reactions. I wanted to slam into her, to bury myself in her depths and release the floodgates. But I didn’t. Instead, I watched the mounting flush on her neck and chest, felt her pussy spasm around my shaft as she neared her orgasm. When she locked her legs around my back and began thrusting against me, I increased my pace and let some of my control slip.
Kate looked into my eyes and I felt her hips pump up into mine. In a moment, her pussy gripped me firmly and she started to contract around me. I tried to hold back as long as I could, but I was too far gone. I closed my eyes and saw stars, arching my back and burying my cock as deep as it would go, grinding my hips against her as I did.
Finally, blissfully, I lost control. My cock swelled inside the sheath of her pussy and I felt a surge of semen burst from deep within me. When I swelled and pumped the first spurt into the condom, Kate joined me in orgasm, writhing against me deliciously as she rode the waves of her own climax.
I lost myself in the pleasures I was experiencing, and the feel of her body against me, experiencing her own pleasures. I don’t know how long we came together, but when I finally opened my eyes, I looked down to find Kate crying quietly.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, and I quickly realized they were tears of happiness. The panic that had clutched my heart relaxed, and I kissed her cheeks, which were wet and salty from her tears. She wrapped her legs tighter about my hips and held me still. I crossed my arms beneath her back and hugged her to my chest.
“I think I like doing things your way,” she said in a tired, completely satisfied voice.
“Good,” I whispered in her ear. I kissed her ear lightly and she clutched me tighter still.
Later, after we’d each taken a trip to the bathroom to clean up a little, we snuggled under her thick comforter. Kate melted into my arms and sighed contentedly. I pressed my face to her hair and inhaled her scent, wrapping my arms tighter about her and pulling her close. We were both dead tired from our exertions and easily fell asleep together, spoon-fashion.
Some time later, I awoke and looked around, mildly disoriented. It had been almost three months since I’d slept with anyone, and I guess I was a little out of practice. I looked at the clock, 3:47 a.m., and pushed the covers down a little to cool off.
Kate felt me stir and wiggled her ass against me. I thought she must have reacted automatically, so I tried to go back to sleep. When she reached up and pulled my hand to her breast, I realized that she was awake too. I felt her breathing shift and her nipple hardened in my palm.
“It’s been awhile since I slept with someone,” she said softly, duplicating my thoughts from a few moments before.
“I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”
“Mmm, me too,” I said, and pulled her to me.
She wriggled against me again, and despite our earlier marathon session, I felt my penis rising to the occasion. Kate felt it as well, and pressed her delectable ass against me. Her legs parted slightly and the tip of my erection slipped between them, rubbing against the baby-smooth skin of her labia.
“Are you still too sensitive?” I asked softly.
She shook her head.
“Are you okay with this?”
She moaned quietly. “Oooooh, yesssss.”
I began to slowly thrust my hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy with my crown and shaft. I reached around with my left hand and ran it down her silky stomach. When my fingertips traced over her mons, she gasped and pressed against me harder still. I ran my middle finger over her slit and felt the moisture of her building arousal.
“Damn,” she said softly.
“What is it?”
“All my condoms were in my purse.”
“We can stop,” I said. Stopping was the last thing I wanted to do, but I offered anyway. I guess it was the gentlemanly thing to do.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, her arousal clearly evident. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I kissed her on the shoulder and pulled the sheet back, trying to keep her covered as I did. “I’ll be right back,” I said.
Despite the fact that I’d been hot only a few minutes before, her bedroom was shockingly cold. My erection quickly shrank as I padded down the stairs. In the kitchen, I fumbled for the light. Once I found it, I quickly located my used condom from earlier. I picked it up, wrapped it in a few paper towels, and disposed of it in her trash compactor.
When I rounded the counter, I began looking for any of our unused condoms. I quickly spotted hers, the packs still connected, sitting on the breakfast table. I scooped them both up, turned out the lights, and walked slowly back towards the stairs as my eyes adjusted to the darkness again.
I pulled one package loose and slid into bed next to a very warm, very horny Kate. She hissed as my cold skin touched her, but bravely rolled towards me and draped herself over my body. She felt for the condom and took it from my fingers. She ripped the foil package open with her teeth, grinned impishly at me, and disappeared under the covers.
I knew what to expect, but it was still a shock when she captured the tip of my flaccid penis with her lips. She sucked my entire dick into her mouth and began to slowly work my swelling length with her lips and tongue. It took longer than usual, but I soon hardened in her mouth. She removed her lips from my member and then quickly replaced them. Although I didn’t feel a thing out of the ordinary, I knew she’d just rolled the condom over my straining erection.
Kate climbed back up my torso and settled herself atop my hips, grinding her pussy against my shaft. I ran my hands up her flanks, feeling the smooth skin and firm muscles of her hips and back. With a soft moan, she reached between us, caught up my cock, and settled onto it.
I tweaked her nipples as she rode me slowly, setting a moderate pace and rubbing her clit against the base of my shaft every third or fourth stroke. She began to pant and rotate her hips after several delicious minutes, and I ran my hands down her back to cup her ass cheeks.
When she came, it was soft and fast, and she bent forward, burying her face against me. She bit my shoulder softly as her climax peaked, and then cried out, balling her fists against my chest. After little more than 15 seconds, her orgasm subsided and she looked at me happily. I couldn’t resist, and lifted my head to kiss her tenderly. She responded against me, and began to move her hips in small circles, massaging me with her tight pussy. In no time, I was filling the condom, while Kate squirmed and shuddered in a mini-climax of her own.
We fell asleep like that: her resting on my chest, and my penis slowly shrinking, still within her.
At 5:30 a.m., her alarm went off. Kate reached up automatically, and either hit the Snooze button or turned off the alarm. It didn’t really matter to me; all that I cared about was the fact that the God-awful air raid siren had ceased its infernal wailing. It took me a moment to realize where I was, but when Kate snuggled against me, I quickly (and pleasantly) remembered. She lazily ran her hand through my sparse chest hair and took a deep, yawning breath. We lay there quietly for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
“When’s the last time you were tested?” she asked, breaking the silence.
I mentally scratched my head and wondered what she was talking about. I finally drew a blank. “Huh?”
“When’s the last time you were tested? For STDs and HIV?” she asked, clarifying.
I thought back. It had been more than a year, since before I’d started dating Charlotte. Since Charlotte, there hadn’t been a woman in my life, and there had been no need to get tested. “It’s been awhile,” I said softly, yawning.
Kate yawned as well, and then snuggled closer. “Good. Me too. We need to get tested.”
Alarm bells started going off in my head. I frantically thought back through the past 12 hours. Yes, I thought to myself, I was positive that I’d used a condom every time I’d penetrated her. Except in the bathroom at the Jazz Club, but that wasn’t really penetration. But still...
Kate felt me tense up, and must have sense the reason. “It’s nothing like that,” she said soothingly. “I want to feel you come inside me. I don’t want to have to fumble for a condom every time I want to have sex with you.”
“And what makes you think I’m going to be around long enough to get tested?” I asked, throwing her words from the night before right back at her, albeit with a teasing tone.
She lifted herself on one elbow, the covers slipping from her shoulder and exposing one pear-shaped breast. She looked at me seriously, and I quickly got serious as well. “You’ll be around until I’m done with you,” she said.
I looked at her incredulously until she suddenly grinned. My arm was still wrapped around her, so I pulled her to me and kissed her, hard and deep. She pulled back, still grinning, but a little breathless, and beginning to flush with the first signs of desire.
“Seriously,” I said. “Is this thing between us just about sex?” I knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t tell her that. Not yet.
“I don’t know,” she said soberly. “I don’t know what it is, yet. But I know that I like it. Is that good enough?”
I looked at her for a moment and let the silence draw out. My eyes searched hers for any hint of her true feelings. Finally, I nodded. “That’s good enough. For now.”
She kissed me again, tenderly, and rested her head on my shoulder, returning her fingers to my chest.
“I want breakfast in bed,” she said softly.
“Oh? What can I fix you?”
“Nothing.” She put her hand on my chest and lifted herself onto an elbow. “Just enjoy.”
She pushed the covers back and crawled between my legs. When she discovered that my shriveled manhood was still safely encased in our early-morning condom, she giggled and pulled it off me. I reached for the box of Kleenex on her nightstand, pulled out several tissues, and handed them to her. She wadded the red latex in the tissues and handed the wad back to me so I could set it back on the nightstand.
With another giggle, she sucked my still damp penis into her mouth and nursed it to an erection. She curled up between my legs and I laced my fingers behind my head to relax and enjoy her talented mouth. It took me awhile, but Kate didn’t complain. In fact, she seemed to enjoy herself, taking her time and sucking me all the way into the back of her throat. When I came, she hummed happily and swallowed it all.
When she finally released me, she crawled back up my body and settled gently atop me, her legs splayed to either side of my hips. I cupped her ass again and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. She moaned against me and then broke the kiss.
“Mmm,” she said, her eyes closed in delight. When she opened them, they sparkled, deep blue and utterly beautiful. “Let’s shower. I have to be at the hospital by seven o’clock.”
“What time do you get off?” I asked.
“As soon as I see you again,” she said, teasing me.
I smiled and she giggled.
She got serious. “I should be done by five, but in reality, it’ll probably be closer to seven.”
“Do you want to meet for dinner?”
She shook her head. “Bring something here. Something Italian.”
“I can do that.”
“And then, I want to open a bottle of wine, build a fire, and fuck you silly in front of it,” she said, practically purring.
“I think I can do that as well.”
“Mmm hmm. I know you can do that,” she said with a coy grin.
“Let’s get in the shower then, I can’t wait to soap you up and rub myself against you.”
With that, she hopped up and pulled me after her, both of us grinning like teenagers.
The shower was enjoyable but brief. Afterward, I had to go downstairs to retrieve all of my clothes. When I came back upstairs, Kate was drying her hair, in the nude. I dumped my clothes on the floor and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her breasts. She leaned back against me, but kept drying her hair. When she was done, she twisted it up and clipped it on top of her head.
That gave me the opportunity to kiss her long, sensuous neck, which I eagerly did. When she pressed her ass against me, I felt the stirrings of another erection, but neither of us had time for anything more. She had to get to the hospital, and I needed to call Moscow. They were eight hours ahead of Eastern Time, and I needed to talk to the team lead before everyone took their Christmas vacation. So I did nothing more than grind my semi-hard dick against her ass. She sighed once, deeply, and closed her eyes as I held her.
While I put on my clothes from the night before, Kate picked out a matching bra and panty set. I chuckled as she slid the sky blue bikini-style panties over her long legs.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
She looked at me, clearly unconvinced.
“I’ve just never seen you in panties, that’s all,” I said.
“I wear them most of the time.”
“You don’t think I go around commando all the time, do you?” she asked, semi-incredulously.
“Well, now that you mention it, no. But I guess I was hoping...”
She smiled and walked towards me as I stood outside the bathroom, clad in only my jeans.
“That first time, at the Club, was just for fun,” she said, although she used the real name of the restaurant. “I don’t know why I flashed you.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said.
“Mmm, me too.”
She stepped closer and I could feel the heat of her body.
“After that,” she said, “I was having fun driving you crazy. I wanted to get your attention.”
“Mmm hmm. I’m glad it did.”
She ran her hands over my stomach and then up my chest. I work out at least three times a week, taking great pains to keep in shape, and was glad that she appreciated my chest and shoulders. I’m not Arnold Schwarzenegger, but I think I look pretty good. Evidently, Kate did too. She sighed wistfully as she rubbed her hand over my pecs, and I grinned at her expression.
“You look good in those jeans,” she said.
“Thanks. You look pretty good in those panties.”
I nodded. She was teasing me, but I’ve yet to meet a woman who doesn’t like to be told that she looks good. And Kate certainly looked good.
“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll show you some of my really fun underwear,” she said coquettishly.
“And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll buy you some more.”
“Maybe I’ll even wear it,” she said with teasing defiance.
“But not for long.”
I leered at her and she grinned, but then looked at the clock and quickly got serious. “We’ve got to go. Otherwise, you’re going to end up walking from Saint Mary’s back to your car.”
I sat down on the bed and reached for my socks. As I put them on, I watched her pull some clean scrubs from her dresser and then a white lab coat from the closet. We hurriedly finished dressing and then I helped her make the bed.
When we got to the kitchen, she reached into the refrigerator and grabbed two bagels and two red apples. She tossed one of each to me, picked up her ID badge and purse, and then surveyed the clutter in the breakfast nook with a sigh. She dismissed it all with a casual wave, vowing to clean it up later.
When I’d retrieved my sweater from the garage, I’d brought in our coats as well, and she gratefully pulled hers off the chair back where I’d hung it. I grabbed my own coat, and we were ready to go.
Kate drove almost as aggressively as I did, and the trip from her house to the Jazz Club was quick and relatively terror-free (I am usually not a good passenger, I like to be in control). We pulled up next to the Rover and she put the car in Park.
She reached into the center console and pulled out a prescription pad and a pen with a drug manufacturer’s logo on it. She wrote down her phone number, ripped off the page, and handed it to me.
“This is my office number,” she said, indicating paper. She had typical doctor’s handwriting, which is to say it was the next closest thing to Sanskrit. “This is the best way to get in touch with me. Tell them your name, tell them it’s personal, and they’ll either find me or take a message.”
I nodded, folded the slip of paper in half, and shoved it in my pocket. When I turned to her, she leaned across the center console. I met her halfway and she put her hand on the back of my head, pulling me close. Our lips met, and what started as a chaste kiss quickly became heated.
I ran my hand down her torso and cupped her breast. Through the scrubs and her bra, I felt her nipple harden in my palm, and she moaned as I tweaked it through the layers of fabric. When we broke the kiss, she nipped my lower lip with her teeth and pulled back grinning.
“I’ve got to go,” she said. Her breathing was a little rapid and her face had begun to flush.
I leaned in and kissed her again, a quick peck on the lips, and then opened the door. I stood beside the Rover and watched her drive away. My car never had time to heat up, and I was in my office and on the phone to Moscow in less than 10 minutes. As I connected to the AT&T Conference Call center, I idly shuffled through the last of my pre-Christmas paperwork. I wanted to get everything done before noon. I had to do some last minute Christmas shopping at Victoria’s Secret.
An hour later, my call to Moscow was not going well. Na huy!
“What do you mean you lost them?!” I nearly shouted into the boom mike on my headset. Then I remembered myself, and spoke in Russian, trying to remain calm. “Dima, what happened to the project files?”
“We had a power failure, and… nichivo,” he said.
“Nichivo?! It does matter! When’s your last backup?” I asked, my voice going deceptively soft.
“Kolya?” Dima asked the other man on the conference call, who’d been fearfully quiet up to this point.
“Two or three…”
Days? I silently prayed.
“Weeks,” Kolya said.
“So you lost two or three weeks’ work?” I asked, completely without inflection. Both men immediately picked up the dangerous tone of my voice and tried to explain at the same time. “Stop! One at a time. Dima.”
Dima was the project lead. He was a decent manager, but he wasn’t as technical as Kolya. Kolya would tell me what I really wanted to know, but to ask him first would be an insult to his boss.
“We can fix it, Ethan,” Dima said. He pronounced my name Eszan, like most Russians. “Kolya can explain.”
“We haven’t lost everything, Ethan,” Kolya said.
When I didn’t immediately bite his head off, he continued.
“We only lost the SourceSafe server, and… one other computer. We can recreate most of the lost work from the individual machines,” Kolya quickly explained.
“Most?” I asked.
“But not all?”
There was an ominous silence on the other end of the line, and I thought back through what Kolya had said. They only lost the SourceSafe server and… “Which other computer did you lose, Kolya?”
Both men were silent, and I repeated myself, once again without inflection.
“Anastasia’s,” Dima said heavily.
Anastasia. Stasya. She was the team’s network protocol wizard. She was the core of the Russian team’s part of the project. Her code was what let the servers communicate with each other. Without her code, none of the other pieces of the project would work together.
“What happened, Kolya?” I asked coldly, asking his subordinate directly, no longer worried about upsetting Dima.
“Stasya was working late. She was checking in her files, copying them up to the server for the nightly build, when… when the power went off,” Kolya said.
“And?” I prompted.
“And her hard drive crashed when the power failed, Ethan. I’m sorry, there was nothing I could do. I tried!”
I knew he had. Kolya would have stayed up nights trying to recover the data from the hard drive. He was a good man to have on the team, as long as he only had to deal with the software and hardware. “I know, Kolya. I know you did your best,” I said heavily.
“Ethan…,” Dima said hesitantly.
Could it really get worse? This would set us back a week, probably two, with the holidays. Stasya could rewrite her code, but it would take her time. It would take less time than it had taken to write it in the first place, but still… “What is it, Dima?”
“What about her?”
“Well… she… um…”
“Spit it out, Dima.”
“She’s in hospital.”
“Why?” This was beginning to sound like a bad joke.
Dentistry in Russia was one of the few things that scared me more than the Russian Mafia. “What happened, Dima?”
In a few short sentences, he told me. She’d had a toothache, and after she went to have the tooth fixed, it had gotten infected. She was now in the hospital with a 39.5-degree fever. I did some quick math in my head, 103 degrees. Wow. That was bad.
“How long will she be in hospital?” I asked, already starting to make contingency plans.
“Ne znayu. A few days, a few weeks, no one knows. Nichivo.”
Sometimes I hated Russian fatalism. “And why do you say that?” I asked, my voice tightly controlled.
“We can have Lev or one of the others rebuild her code.”
Dima was being overly optimistic, and he knew it. Worse, he knew I knew it, and his voice held no conviction. Lev was a good GUI programmer, but he couldn’t do network protocols. Dima was trying to save the project for his team, but he simply didn’t have the resources.
“No,” I said heavily. “I’m going to bring someone else into the call. Wait a moment.”
I pushed the “0” button to call the AT&T conference operator. A woman with a pleasant voice, far more pleasant than I felt, asked how she could help me. Still thinking in Russian, I asked her to add a participant to our call. I quickly realized what I’d done, and started to rephrase in English, when she answered me in Russian. Thank God for AT&T, I thought. They knew I was talking to Russia, and they had assigned me an operator who spoke both languages. I took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling for a moment.
I opened my Daytimer and looked up Brad Behr’s number in Washington, DC. Brad was one of my other network gurus. He was a freelancer, but he had the added benefits of being single and disliking his family. He was going to cost us an arm and a leg, but I knew he would slave away over the holidays to get things done. At least, I hoped he would. If he’d somehow managed to find a girlfriend, and was spending the holidays with her, I was screwed.
I gave the operator his home phone and cell phone numbers, and she clicked off the line to locate my savior. When I rejoined Dima and Kolya, they were half-heartedly arguing about what it would take to rebuild their SourceSafe server. I listened to them discuss the server for a few minutes, until there was a click and a very groggy-sounding Brad joined the conference call.
“What’s up, boss man?” Brad asked, and then yawned mightily.
I looked at my watch, and was surprised to see that it was only 8:30 a.m. I felt like I’d worked at least 12 hours. With a mental sigh, I turned my attention back to Brad. “I need you to do some work for us,” I said in English.
“Sure, man. I’m cool with it.” Despite the fact that he was born and raised in Mount Rainier, Maryland, Brad spoke like a surfer-dude. It was completely affected, but I guess it made him seem less like the computer geek that he proudly was. “Whachya need, dude?”
I quickly outlined the problem, promising him that a written specification would be in his e-mail within the hour, if he took on the project. Programmers like specifications. It takes a lot of the guesswork out of their job, and Brad knew I could write a spec that would save him from wasting his time.
“When d’you need it, man?” he asked, yawning again, but beginning to perk up as his mind wrapped itself around the problem.
I love a hard core techno-geek with a problem in front of him. I smiled to myself and dropped the other shoe. “One week.”
“No way, man. Sorry. Even using a lot of my custom libraries, I can’t do it in less than three weeks. And it’ll cost you double, ’cause it’s over the holidays, man. I was gonna chill and watch some new DVD rips.”
“Can’t do it, Brad. I’ll give you a bonus if you come in under deadline, but that’s all I can do.” I was trying to save myself a minor fortune, but Brad knew he had me over a barrel.
“Sorry, Brad. I’ve already got a guy in Russia who can do it, but he’s not as good as you.”
The only person the Russians had who was anywhere near Brad’s skill was Stasya, but he didn’t know that. Besides, I figured a little ego-stroking couldn’t hurt. It worked like a charm.
“But you still need my mojo if you want to get it done in three weeks,” he said.
“One week, Brad. I need it in one week.” I could tell he’d already decided to take the job, but he was going to play hardball, since he knew I needed him.
“Two, man. But it’ll still cost you double.”
Double was going to cost us something like $160 an hour. “Tell you what, Brad. Do this one at your regular rate, and if you get me all the code by December 30, I’ll pay you a $5,000 bonus.”
“I dunno, man.”
“And fly you to Vegas for New Year’s Eve.”
“Jeez, man. That’s still a lot of work.”
“I’ll hook you up with one of my cute friends while you’re there.” Brad thought I was a lady-killer, with a girl (or two) in every major city. In reality, one of my “cute friends” would be a high-priced escort, but he didn’t have to know that. It would cost us another $1,000, and I’d have to figure out how to put it on the expense reports, but I was certain that Gabriel would see things my way.
“How cute?” he asked.
I had him! He knew it, and I knew it. I smiled to myself in relieved satisfaction.
“Very cute, Brad. Now, can I send you the spec?”
“Sure, man. I’m cool.”
“I knew I could count on you, Brad,” I said sincerely.
“Yeah, well, your friend better be cute.”
“Oh, she is, Brad. She is,” I assured him. At least, she will be. “Brad, I’ve got Dima and Kolya on the call, from the Russian team.” I’d completely ignored the Russians up to then. “Dima speaks English, he can send you whatever you need.”
In truth, Dima’s English was thickly accented, but serviceable. He and Brad started talking, and I noticed with a smile that Brad’s surfer-dude speech patterns disappeared completely as he became more animated. Still smiling, I started doing math in my head again. Keeping him at his regular rate had saved us more than $5,000, even with the bonus and the trip to Vegas. He had at least 150 hours of work ahead of him, but I knew he could do it in the 12 days before the 30th. He might sleep the entire time he was in Vegas, but at least he’d have a nice girl in bed next to him and $17,000 in his bank account!
Dima and Brad were still talking back and forth, with Dima occasionally asking Kolya for information. I was mostly riding herd on the conversation, and providing translations when Dima didn’t understand Brad’s slang. When my cell phone rang, I wondered what else could go wrong.
I raised the boom mike, muted the headset, and picked up my cell phone. I paused for a moment to make sure I was thinking in English, and then flipped the phone open.
“Hello,” I said.
“Kate. What’s up?” Despite the fact that I was really in the middle of something, it was a relief to hear her voice. At least she wasn’t going to tell me something had gone wrong with my project.
“One of the other doctors has the stomach flu, and I have to pick up his surgery this afternoon.”
“Do we need to reschedule tonight?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said quickly. Then her voice became sultry and I could almost picture her shielding the mouthpiece from any prying eyes. “Get over to the hospital in 15 minutes, though, and I’ll make it up to you.”
My penis stiffened immediately.
“I want you to bend me over my desk and fuck me hard,” she said.
I could hear the desire coloring her voice.
“So get over here, right now.”
In truth, I probably could leave Brad with Dima and Kolya, and let them work out the details. I’d have to e-mail Brad the spec I’d promised him, but that was already written and stored on my hard drive, just waiting for me to send it. But I needed to make sure that things went well, and that Brad had all he needed to start working immediately. The project was for our largest client, and was worth a lot of money. Things had been going smoothly, on track for our beta testing at the end of the following month. That is, until the meltdown with the Russian team’s source code.
“I’m in the middle of a conference call, Kate.”
“Then get off the call and come get me off,” she said insistently.
Something within me snapped, and I decided to make her wait. I double-checked the mute button on my headset base. It was a dull red, meaning the conference call couldn’t hear me.
“I want to, Kate. There’s nothing I’d love more than to spread you open with my cock, and then pound into you until you come all over me,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“But I can’t.”
“I’m sorry, Kate. I can’t.” I didn’t offer an explanation, although I could tell she clearly wanted one. “Let’s get together tonight, after your surgery.”
“No. Come over now. I need you.”
“Kate. I can’t.” I could hear the desire and growing frustration in her voice. It was tightly suppressed, but I made my living dealing with people, and could easily hear the tell-tale signs. “Let’s have a late dinner,” I said reasonably.
“It’ll be too late by the time I’m done,” she said. “Come to the hospital now.”
“I’m up late,” I said, determined not to give in to her demands, no matter how horny I was.
“I’ll be tired and sore,” she said.
“Then I’ll run you a hot bath, climb into it with you, and give you a backrub.”
“After surgery, I just want to sleep,” she said, almost petulantly. “Can you come over to my house tomorrow, after work?”
The best way to avoid telling someone “no” is to simply ignore the question. Or better yet, ask one of your own. “When’s your next day off?” I asked.
“Let’s do something Sunday. All day.”
“But I want to see you now,” she said.
I grinned to myself at the tone of her voice. “Sunday,” I said firmly.
“What are we going to do Sunday?” she asked coyly.
“It’s a surprise.” I had no idea what I could surprise her with, but was fairly certain that I could come up with something between now and then.
“What kind of surprise?”
“The kind of surprise that’s a surprise,” I said levelly.
“You won’t come over now?” she asked, giving it one last try. “I could…”
“I can’t, Kate,” I said, cutting her off. “I’m sorry. I want to, but I can’t.”
“Sunday had better be good.”
“Oh, it will be, Kate. It will be,” I said as confidently as I could.
We said our goodbyes and I lowered the boom mike, stabbing the button to un-mute the headset. Brad, Dima, and Kolya had things well in hand, so I listened with half my attention and started feverishly planning my weekend.
As long as I was with Kate, it was guaranteed to be enjoyable. Tempestuous, but worth every minute of it.
When I created the Jazz Club universe, I really only intended it to be one quick story, “Exclamation Point”. But I quickly wrote three more stories in my head, and then expanded it to four, bringing the series to a total of five stories. Long before I even began the fifth story, I started fleshing out the characters in my head, and decided that I liked them. That’s typical of me, I like character development. So I decided to make the Jazz Club universe a series, and keep the characters around so I can write for them whenever I feel like it.
This story is the final one of this “quintet,” but by no means am I done with Ethan and Kate (or Julie, Eve, the leggy blonde friend, or anyone else who might join the story). I’ve already got the plans in my head for at least two more Jazz Club stories, so there’s more to look forward to.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading the first five Jazz Club stories as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them, and I hope you look forward to more stories about Ethan and Kate.
January 11, 2003