Wild Nights

by Therese Szymanski

  Genevieve laughed and stood. I gently grabbed her elbow.

  “Ah, let’s take the conventional way out, Miss Hastings.”

  She smirked a bit. “Killjoy.”

  “I’ll walk you to your sister’s.”

  “I don’t want to intrude on you any further,” she said.

  I stopped and looked into her hazel eyes. “Intrude? Genevieve, this was the most fun I’ve had in quite a while and, honestly, I really don’t want it to end,” I said, meaning every word.

  Genevieve nodded and we walked down the quiet neighborhood street.

  I walked with my hands in the pockets of my shorts, wanting desperately to hold her hand. It’s not that I wanted her to trip or anything, but when her sandal skipped on the pavement and she reached for my arm, I was in heaven.

  “Better hold on to me,” I said seriously, offering my elbow.

  She smiled as she slipped her arm in mine.

  “How long are you in town?” I asked.

  “For the week, then I have to go back. School starts in a few weeks and I haven’t even begun my curriculum for the little urchins.”

  I chuckled and she held my arm tighter.

  “Here’s her house,” she said quietly.

  Frowning, I looked at the little bungalow and let out a dejected sigh. Genevieve released my arm and I stepped back. “Well—” she started.

  “Genevieve, maybe if you have some time this week . . .” I began, taking out my wallet. “Shit, do you have a pen?”

  She fished one out of her small purse.

  I scribbled away and handed it to her. “If you don’t have time, I truly understand. However, if you have some free time this week and you don’t call me . . .” I wagged a threatening finger in the air.

  Laughing, she looked at the card. “Hmmm. Home, work, cell, e-mail.”

  God, my face was hot with embarrassment. “Well, I . . . I mean I, well, if I’m not at home. I—”

  Genevieve reached out and put her fingertips against my stupid lips. “You are sweet, Dani Monroe. Thanks for a great evening. I will call you if I have time.”

  I took her hand and kissed the warm palm, and heard her breath catch. She caressed my cheek. I looked her in the eye and smiled. “Damn, I want to kiss you.”

  She grinned, the dimples spreading across her face. “I want you to kiss me.”

  So, I did. I cupped her pretty face and kissed her softly. No rush, no great passion. Just a kiss. Okay, it was a long kiss.

  I felt her body tremble as my hand rose to her waist. I pulled back and tried to focus.

  “Whoa.” I was breathless.

  “That was nice, Dani. Goodnight.”

  “I guess,” I said, disappointed that the night was over.

  When she turned to go, we both noticed the blinds moving in the living room window. Genevieve hid her eyes with her hand. “Oh, God,” she said. I walked up behind her and kissed her head.

  “Tell her I said, hi,” I whispered and kissed the back of her neck, smiling when I heard her soft groan. “I’d better let you go before she comes out here with a shotgun. Goodnight. I hope we can see each other again, Genevieve. If not, I had a wonderful time.”

  “So did I. Goodnight, Dani,” she said and walked up the steps. She turned and waved, and entered the house.

  Then, she was gone.

  I slipped between the sheets and let out a sigh. Figures, an attractive woman literally vaults into my life and I’ll probably never see her again. I drifted to sleep with visions of the dimpled smiling face invading my dreams.

  The shrill sound of my phone nearly catapulted me out of bed. I reached over sleepily. “H’lo?” I mumbled, my heart racing. I hate to wake up like that.

  “D-Dani?”

  I was immediately awake. I bolted up and swung my legs over the side. “Genevieve?”

  “Yes, I . . . I know it’s early,” she started in a soft voice.

  I glanced at my clock. It was six thirty.

  “Doesn’t matter. Are you all right?” I asked as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes.

  “Oh, yes, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Too late,” I joked and lay back down, pulling the sheet over me. “How are you?”

  “Well, I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been . . . well, I’ve been thinking about you,” she said quietly.

  I grinned like an idiot. “Really? That sounds good. I’ve been doing the same thing.”

  “You are an egotist,” she said.

  “No, funny girl. I’ve been thinking about you.” I grinned and nestled into the pillows, putting my hand behind my head.

  “My sister got called back to do a double shift at the hospital, which means twenty-four hours. She won’t be back until Sunday afternoon. So . . .”

  “You’ll be all alone in Chicago and that just won’t do.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to report you to the travel guide.”

  “I guess you’re stuck with me for the weekend. Give me a bit to get ready and I’ll pick you up by nine. How’s that?” I offered as my heart hammered in my chest.

  “That sounds wonderful. I’ll be waiting.” I heard the smile in her voice when I hung up the phone.

  I nearly killed myself trying to get out of bed.

  We spent the morning by Lake Michigan. I did my best to show her the magnificent Chicago lakefront. I tried to avoid holding her hand while we walked along the sand. It was extremely difficult. At lunchtime, I took her to a nice little restaurant at Navy Pier. When we finished, I sat back and took a deep breath.

  “So, where would you like to go next? The Art Museum? The Adler Planetarium? What would you like to see?”

  She leaned back. “Oh, I don’t know.” She sighed. “I’m not sure if the travel guide would allow this.”

  “Hey, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

  An elegant eyebrow arched dramatically. “Then I’d like to go to your place and see your bedroom.”

  Is it actually possible to swallow your tongue? I sat there, once again, sporting the dumbfounded look. It took me a nanosecond to gather my dim wits before I called out, “Check please!”

  I’d never driven so fast in my life. Genevieve had her hand resting on my upper thigh. I was glad for the stick shift. The constant motion of my hand on the gearshift took my mind off her warm caresses.

  Of course, I had to stop at the red light, didn’t I? I waited patiently for the green and glanced at my passenger. The lust in her hazel eyes made my mouth bone dry.

  “Geezus woman, don’t look at me like that right now. I have to drive,” I said helplessly.

  She grinned evilly, leaned over and kissed my ear. I shuddered violently.

  When I felt her hand under my shirt, I nearly came. “Genn—” I gasped, and my treacherous legs instinctively parted. I felt her hand slip into my shorts and I let out a deep groan when her fingers slipped in and touched my clit. I leaned forward and clutched the steering wheel like a lifeline.

  “So wet,” she said as her fingers danced.

  My head was now on the steering wheel, but when a horn blared behind us, I jumped and put the car in gear.

  Genevieve still kept her hand in my shorts while I drove. I chuckled nervously. “Genevieve, I don’t think I can drive with your hand in my pants.”

  “Try,” she said.

  I shot her an incredulous look when I heard the challenging tone in her voice.

  The normal drive to my suburban home takes a good thirty minutes. I rolled into my driveway in just under twenty.

  I jumped out and ran to grab the giggling Genevieve by the hand, practically dragging her to the door. Of course, now I was fumbling with the fricking keys while Genevieve kissed my neck, her hands roaming all over my ass.

  “You’re distracting me, woman,” I said, finally getting the stinking key in the door.

  No sooner did I get us in than one hundred-twenty pounds of highly aroused high school teacher slammed me against the door.

>   “My God, Dani. I want you,” she said and kissed me deeply.

  I groaned and eagerly returned her kiss, easily parting her lips with my tongue. Moaning deeply, she welcomed my tongue and sucked it hungrily into her mouth. Hands fought against one another while we hastily unbuttoned each other’s clothing.

  In the heat of pure lust, I ripped her blouse. Oops. I tried to apologize and got kissed for it.

  “Fuck it,” she said, in a low voice as her hand roughly kneaded my breast.

  Okay, let’s slow down here. I pulled back, panting, and tried to get some air. I took her by the arm and we got as far as the couch. “Living room,” I gasped out my tour.

  Genevieve laughed and I easily unhooked the front clasp on her bra—thank God I hadn’t lost my touch—and quickly slipped it off her slim body.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” I kissed her deeply and slipped my hand between us to unzip her shorts, sliding them and her panties off in one swift movement. “Genevieve, I can’t believe how soft you are,” I whispered. My hands slowly roamed all over her body. They came to rest on her ass and I pulled her close.

  “Dani,” she pleaded. I saw her body break out in gooseflesh. I gently sucked on the soft skin of her upper breast, pulling the flesh between my teeth. “Ahh!” she cried out and held my head in place.

  I struggled out of my shorts and kicked them off, all the while kissing her heaving breasts. Genevieve fell back onto the couch and her legs trembled. When I moved toward her, she put her hand up.

  “Wait. I just want to look at you for a moment,” she said and her look of lust was unmistakable. Now, my body is not the best, certainly not the worst, but . . .

  “Okay, that’s enough,” I said and quickly slipped in between her open legs.

  Both of us sighed when our bodies touched. For a moment, we just looked at each other. I moved my hips into her, balancing my upper body on my arms. I let out a deep groan as I felt her smooth legs wrap around my waist.

  “Genevieve, you feel so good,” I whispered.

  “God, Dani, so do you.” She reached over to palm my breasts.

  A shiver ran through me and, as she tweaked both nipples, I arched my back, pressing my hips harder into her.

  I kissed and nibbled my way to her small, firm breast. Taking the hardened nipple into my mouth, I sucked ravenously. Genevieve’s hands were first in my hair, pulling and scratching, driving me wild, then they were on my shoulders pushing me downward. I was slick with my own arousal as I kissed and licked my way down the length of her slim torso. I stopped at her navel, lazily sweeping my tongue in the small depression.

  “Now, Dani. Now . . .”

  “Yes, now.” I let out a deep groan while her hands eagerly pushed on my shoulders.

  She parted her legs so wide I thought she’d split in two. I lowered myself between her soft thighs and moaned, breathing in the scent of her arousal. “I’m going taste you now, Genevieve,” I whispered softly. I placed my hands under her thighs and lifted, pushing her legs back toward her. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  Genevieve quickly placed her hands behind her knees and pulled back. “So beautiful,” I mumbled as I gazed at the offering before me. I slowly licked up and down the length of her.

  “Ohhh,” she groaned in a raspy voice and twitched. “Don’t stop, Dani.”

  Like I could. I slipped my tongue deeper between her folds. I nibbled at her sensitive clit and heard her whimper as she pulled her legs farther back.

  “Genevieve, my God,” I mumbled against her wetness as I drank all she offered me.

  “Deeper, please Dani. I can’t believe how good this feels,” Genevieve begged, her body now glistening in sensual sweat. “I need to come, Dani. Please let me come.”

  She bucked her hips against my mouth. I pointed my tongue and thrust it deep inside her. Her musky, heady scent and taste drove my arousal off the charts. I felt my clit throb in empathy.

  As my tongue darted deeper, my nose touched her swollen clit. Moving back and forth, driving my tongue deep into her, I brought her to a screaming orgasm.

  Her body tensed and she held onto her legs, drawing them close to her chest.

  “Coming! God, I’m coming!” she screamed. “Oh God! Again!” she cried out as I continued.

  She dropped her legs over my shoulders and twitched convulsively. I continued to lick the length of her. She cried out again and grabbed for my head. “I can’t . . . I can’t . . . No more . . .” she begged and tugged at my head.

  I pulled back and kissed the inside of both thighs, causing her to jump. “Please stop!” she cried out, and I relented. I scooted up next to her, on my side, to hold her close. She latched onto me and curled up, her body trembling and quivering. I reached over and slipped the small afghan off the back of the couch to cover her. “Sweet Jesus, Dani Monroe. I have never had such a powerful orgasm,” she whispered. “I can’t move.”

  I grinned and kissed her damp hair. “Well, it’s been a while for me. I wondered if I still had it.”

  She looked up sporting an incredulous look. “How long?”

  I shrugged. “Almost a year.”

  She groaned and cuddled closer, kissing the top of my breasts. “I can’t imagine you being any better,” she whispered tiredly.

  I grinned evilly. “We have another twenty-four hours, Genevieve. You’d better get some rest.”

  “Twenty-four hours. I don’t think I can take much more of you, Ms. Monroe.” She sighed, and drifted off to sleep. I soon followed.

  When I woke, it was nearly four in the afternoon. Genevieve was breathing deeply. Wore you out, huh? I thought happily. I am such a child. I leaned over to kiss her forehead and she stirred. She moved her lovely body into mine. Her eyes fluttered open and I gazed into the soft, hazel eyes.

  “Hello,” she said sleepily. “How long have you been awake?”

  “Not too long. How do you feel?” I asked and lightly kissed her warm lips.

  “Hmm. Wonderful,” she sighed and pulled me close.

  “We’d better get off this couch. It’s seen better days,” I said seriously. I eased off, and offered her a hand. “How about a tour of the rest of the house?” I whispered into her ear, delighted when she twitched once again.

  “Oh, okay,” she sighed dramatically, and followed me to the bedroom. “You travel people sure are bossy . . .” She let out a shriek of laughter as I tossed her onto the bed.

  She lay there laughing, while I reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. She watched as I took out a harness.

  “Oh God, you’re gonna kill me,” she said. I saw her pupils dilate as I slipped into the harness.

  I picked out a suitable attachment and crawled between her legs. God, I hope I haven’t forgotten how to do this. Oh well, time to see if the “like riding a bike” theory works.

  “I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this,” I whispered and kissed her breasts, pulling the nipples between my teeth. Her back arched into the touch and she held my head in place. I reached between us and ran my fingers through her copious wetness and ran my wet fingers over the head of the dildo. She did something I did not expect. She sat up and pushed me on my back. The bike theory was put on hold for a moment.

  “Lie still and nobody gets hurt,” she said in a sexy voice I hadn’t heard before.

  She reached in and parted my legs and knelt between them. I lay there, amazed, trying to figure out what she was about to do. She lowered her mouth over the flesh-colored dildo and flicked the tip of it with her tongue. I twitched as if I could feel it. For that one moment, I actually envied men. She took it into her mouth and moved her head back and forth, causing it to slide over my clitoris.

  “Oh God!” I moaned.

  I cried out as she lifted my leg over her shoulder. I nearly exploded when her wet tongue slid between the straps of the harness. She pulled at the phallus and I arched my back. “Shit!” I groaned helplessly.

  “Dani, look at me,” she ordered, and my eyes
popped open. She slipped her hand down between her legs and gathered the moisture there, smearing it all over the head of the dildo. My mouth went dry as I watched. She straddled my legs, positioned herself, and slowly slid down.

  I watched the arousal on her face. Her eyes fluttered as I watched the phallus disappear deep inside her. This was almost too much. I nearly came at the sight. She rocked back and forth slowly, making me groan as the base slid across my clit.

  Genevieve lowered completely and gasped. “So deep,” she moaned, slowly riding back and forth.

  I placed my hands on her hips and moved her faster. She grabbed my forearms and cried out, arching her back, her nipples taut and straining; her abdomen quivering. She was . . .

  “Magnificent,” I said in a raspy voice. My mouth was bone dry.

  Suddenly, the urge to have her was overwhelming. I needed to have her, immediately. I flipped her onto her back, still buried deep inside her.

  “God, Dani!” she cried out as I pulled back and drove quickly in. “Yes!”

  Thrusting against my hips, Genevieve grabbed my ass and pulled me close. “Harder Dani,” she said, and I complied. I worked my hips, both of us groaning and grunting.

  I pulled out and urged her first onto her stomach and onto her knees. I entered her from behind and continued thrusting. “Yes, don’t stop,” she grunted as I reached over and held onto her shoulders.

  I was panting wildly and my heart was pounding as I leaned down and kissed her sweat-soaked back, licking the salty skin.

  “Come, Genevieve.” I couldn’t believe the pure lust I felt for this woman. I had never wanted to fuck someone so bad.

  As if she read my mind, she turned and looked at me.

  “Yes, Dani, harder,” she begged, and I obliged. I held one hand on her shoulder and one on her hips and I ground into her. “I . . . need . . . to . . . come . . .” she whined desperately.

  My hips moved rhythmically. With every thrust, she cried out, begging me to continue. Then she cried out her warning.

  “Gonna come!”

  I leaned over her back, driving the phallus deeper. She growled deeply. I knew she was on the edge and what she needed to tumble right over it.