by Amy DeMeritt
I pull the bra cup off of her left breast and take her water chilled globe into my mouth, savoring its tender smoothness. I rapidly flick her nipple with my tongue and pinch it with my incisor teeth. She releases a gasping moan and pulls me off of her chest to kiss me.
At the same time, we slip a hand under the waist of each other’s underwear. While we kiss, she rocks and thrusts her hips against me, agitating the pool water. As she starts to cum, her head falls backwards with a loud moan of relief erupting from her parted lips, and her body jerks and shutters against me.
“Beautiful.”
She smiles and kisses my lips. I pull her hand out from between my thighs, and she lays her head on my shoulder.
“Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
Lindsay lifts her head with a smile and traces my bottom lip with her thumb. “Like what?”
“Anything. Everything. I want to know you better.”
“Let me think.”
Lindsay puckers her lips to the side while she traces the tattoos on my shoulders.
She’s so cute. Her shoulder length brown hair is slicked back with a few wavy wisps peeking out from behind her oval ears. Her hazel eyes are watching the progress of her fingers while they trail over my shoulders. I like looking at her.
Not all of the women I fool around with like to get too personal in conversations. Many of them just want sex with a moment to vent about their day. Lindsay and I typically spend at least half of our time just talking and getting to know each other better.
I know she’s the middle child in her family with an older brother and younger sister. Her parents are divorced because her mother cheated on her dad with Lindsay’s soccer coach when she was in high school. And her favorite things to do in her spare time are reading, going to the beach, and hanging out with friends.
“Did I tell you about the summer I was a camp counselor when I was in college?”
“Nope. Tell me all about it.”
She laughs a little and kisses my lips. “Ok. It was my sophomore year – the same year I finally came out to my family. I told you about that, right?”
“Yeah, I remember that.”
“Ok, good.”
She spends probably close to an hour telling me about the three weeks of summer camp she worked at for a couple hundred kids ages twelve to fifteen. While she talks, she uses her hands and arms for emphasis periodically, but mostly, she just continues to trace her fingers over my head, neck, and shoulders. It’s very entertaining to listen to and several of her stories cause me to laugh, which makes her smile really big.
“It sounds like a great time. Why didn’t you work the camp the next summer?”
“I had a student teacher position for summer school. That was actually really boring. We basically just had to hand out worksheets to the small class of students, and they mostly worked in silence or with partners. I needed the credits for school, otherwise I would have been at the camp.”
“Do you want to always be a teacher?”
“I don’t know. What do you suggest I do instead?”
“I need to know you better to answer that. Keep talking about yourself.”
She releases a cute giggle and pulls me into a short kiss.
“I’m starting to get pretty hungry. Can I continue to talk about me over some lunch with you?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Do you want to stay here or go out somewhere?”
“Stay here.”
“Ok, let’s go figure something out.”
Chapter Twenty
I’m sitting in my home office in front of four large screens working on a new data analytics program I’m creating, and I nearly jump out of my chair as two hands grip my shoulders and start massaging them. I look up into Carrie’s smiling face and she bends down to kiss my lips.
“Are you ready for a break? I fixed lunch.”
“Yeah, just give me a few minutes to save this.”
“Ok.”
While I finish a long piece of coding, Carrie continues to massage my shoulders, which feels really good. I’ve been sitting at this damn desk for too long for too many days in a row, so my shoulders are really tense.
“Alright, let’s do lunch. I’m starving.”
Carrie takes my hand and leads me to the living room, where she has our lunch waiting on the coffee table. She pulls me down to sit right next to her, pulls the coffee table in closer, and hands me a bottle of beer.
“Thank you. This looks really good.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Come here.”
She gives me a cute happy smile and leans in as I place a hand on her cheek. She slips her tongue along mine, and inhales deeply as she presses in closer. As her breast presses against my chest, arousal floods my veins. I palm up her bare thigh, under the cuff of her shorts, and grip her ass, pulling her over to straddle my lap. She smiles against my mouth, and suddenly pulls back. She takes my beer to set it back on the table, then grabs my head in both of her hands as she starts kissing me again. While she sits firmly on my lap, I massage her thighs and ass, and up her back under her tank top.
Carrie pulls back breathing hard, and while looking in my eyes, she says, “I want to go down on you.”
“Ok.” She nervously bites her bottom lip and blushes. “I’ve never done that, not even on a guy. What if I don’t do it right? Will you stop wanting to be with me?”
“No. I’ll help you if you need it.”
“Can I do it now?”
“Don’t you want to eat lunch first?”
“No, I want you right now.”
I pull her back into a kiss, which quickly becomes wild in her desire and arousal. She releases my mouth and bends into my neck, sucking and biting it firmly. Her hands reach between us, and she works quickly to pull my button apart and my zipper down on my shorts. She slides off of my lap, pushes the coffee table out of the way, and reaches for the waist of my shorts. I allow her take them and my underwear off, and she shoves my thighs open wide.
Carries smiles, but bites her lip for moment, just staring at my groin. I rub my hand over her head and gently tug her forward. She kisses my thighs, and then presses her lips against my clit. She pulls back and licks her lips to taste me. She smiles and glides the flat of her tongue over me, just to sample me again.
“You don’t really taste like anything. I thought it was supposed to be salty? That’s what I’ve heard, anyway.”
“Every woman tastes different. Some are sweet, some salty, some not so good at all, and some just taste like water, so basically nothing.”
“What do I taste like?”
“You have a mild sweetness.”
“Do you like how I taste.”
“I do.”
“Ok. Please help me if I’m just…”
I press my hand to her mouth, silencing her, and her mouth curls into a smile. She kisses my hand, so I release her, and she bows her head between my thighs.
With a slow firm tongue, she traces every curve and fold, just exploring the new territory. So far, it feels nice. She dips her tongue inside of me and rotates it in a firm circle. I smile and caress her head to let her know I like that. She grins and dips deeper and continues to trace my walls.
After a couple of minutes, she drags her tongue up to trace my clit and pinches it between her lips, causing my thighs to twitch in pleasure. She smiles again, and starts sucking my clit slowly, but firmly. I caress her head again to let her know she’s doing good. She continues to alternate between dipping inside and sucking my clit, causing my orgasm to rapidly build. As she envelops my clit and flicks the tip rapidly, my orgasm bursts, causing my body to spasm for a moment, and I grab her head to push her back. She smiles really big and licks her lips.
“I made you cum?”
“You did and it was very good.”
She hops up to straddle my lap with a huge smile and kisses my lips. “Thanks for letting me know when you liked something. Ok, I’m going to heat your
food back up now.”
She starts to get up, but I pull her back, and she releases a cute giggle and kisses my lips.
“Don’t you want me to reciprocate?”
“Later. I just want to take care of you right now.”
“Why am I getting so much special treatment? First the massage, then some good oral, and now lunch.”
“Because you’ve been working really hard this week. I just want to help you relax. Please let me do this.”
“Ok, but later, it’s on.”
She flashes me a beautiful happy smile, kisses my lips, and hops off of my lap. While she brings our plates back to the kitchen to heat them, I put my underwear and shorts back on.
I’ve been pretty busy with work this week, so I haven’t left the house at all, except for dinner and a movie one night with Janae. I’ve pretty much worked a normal work day each day with small breaks here and there curtesy of Carrie. She has been dragging me out of the office for meals and for sex, forcing me to take breaks. It’s been really nice.
She has improved a lot in this week with the use of her hand, but this is the first time she has tried to go down on me. I’ve had worse, but I’ve also had better. It was very good for her first time though. I know with more practice she’ll continue to get better, which is encouraging. I love having a woman go down on me, so I’m very happy she is willing and actually competent.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
I accept the plate and settle back with it on my lap. She made us breaded chicken tenders, roasted potatoes, green beans, and an heirloom tomato salad.
“The dip is honey mustard. I hope that’s ok.”
“Yeah, I like honey mustard.” I take a bite of the chicken and smile around the bite. Carrie is a really good cook. “This is delicious.”
“Thanks. Do you want to watch a movie or anything?”
“Whatever you want. I’m fine with just talking.”
“Do you have to work tomorrow? I was thinking we could get a group together and go to the beach for the day.”
“Yeah, we can do that. Let me text Janae to see if she’ll be able to come.”
Janae: Yes! I need a break too. This week has been crazy. I’ll text Jill to see if she can come.
Me: Ok, babe. You going to spend the night with me?
Janae: Yeah, I’ll be over around dinner time.
Me: Good. See you later, babe.
“Janae is coming and she’s going to invite Jill. She’s going to come over for dinner and spend the night.”
“Ok. Who else do you want to invite?”
“I don’t care. We don’t have to invite anyone else if you don’t want to.”
“Ok, maybe I won’t. Am I allowed to kiss you and sit on your lap while we’re out?”
“Sure. Am I allowed to grab your ass?”
She smiles and darts forward to kiss my lips. “Yes.”
I reach forward for my beer, but she quickly grabs it for me. I smile as I accept the bottle and take a sip. She watches me with a smile, and after I swallow, she offers me a chicken tender dipped in honey mustard. I take a bite, and she brushes her thumb over my bottom lip, brushing a breadcrumb away.
“What are you up to?”
She laughs a little and shakes her head. “Nothing. I’m just happy. Aren’t you happy?”
“What kind of happy?”
“Is there more than one kind of happy?”
“Ok, let me rephrase the question. Why are you happy?”
“I just am. Do I need to explain it? Just let me be happy.”
I take another sip of beer to rinse my mouth, and then lean in to kiss her. She smiles against my lips and slips her tongue along mine. After a few moments, I pull back and playfully pinch her nose.
“Ok, eat. You’re going to need the fuel.”
“For what?”
“We’re going to have some fun soon.”
“I thought you had to work?”
“It can wait.”
“What if I don’t want to have sex?”
I freeze as I’m about to eat a potato and I straighten up to face her. “I thought that’s what you want?”
“God, why do you have to ruin everything? You’re such a jerk.”
She stands up, loudly placing her plate on the coffee table, and storms out of the living room. I rub a hand over my face as I lean back and stare up at the ceiling. I take a deep breath as I put my plate and beer on the table and get up to go find her. She’s not in the kitchen, so I go upstairs. I knock twice on her door, but she doesn’t answer.
“Carrie, are you in there?”
“Go away.”
“Can we talk?”
She doesn’t answer, so I try the knob. It gives, so I slowly push it open. She’s sitting on the center of her bed hugging a pillow against her chest, and her beautiful face is pinched in sadness. I take a seat next to her and try to take one of her hands, but she twists away, putting her back to me.
“Can you tell me what I did?”
She spins around to face me, and spits out, “How do you not know? How can you think the only thing I want from you is sex? Don’t I mean more than that to you?”
“Carrie, I told you, I don’t do relation…”
“This isn’t about that! If we stop having sex, do you just stop caring about me? Do you even care about me at all, or is that all I am to you – someone to have fun fucking?”
“Yes, I care about you. I cared about you before we started fooling around and I’ll still care about you when this arrangement ends.”
“Then why did you go into jerk mode when I said I may not want to have sex today? It’s not like that’s all we’re about. We talk and hang out. What if…?”
“Carrie, stop. You read into my question too much. After you went down on me, you said you wanted to wait till later to allow me to reciprocate. That’s all I was talking about. If you’re not in the mood, we won’t have sex. What do you want to do?”
“See, that’s all I wanted you to ask. Why couldn’t you just say that downstairs?”
“You are making my head hurt.”
I lay down on her bed with my hands behind my head, and she climbs on top of me, laying flat against me with her pouty face hovering above me.
“Carrie, if you want something from me, you’re going to have to just say it outright. I’m not good with those word traps.”
“I’m not trying to trap you.”
I laugh a little and kiss her lips. “But, you did.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“So, do you want to have sex or not?”
“Yes.”
I laugh and groan as I wrap my arms around her and bite her shoulder. “Then why the hell did you act like you don’t want to?”
“I don’t know. We’ve been having sex a lot this week. I guess I just wanted to make sure you still like just hanging out with me and I’m not just a hobby.”
“I have been spending pretty much the entire week with you. We’ve had meals together, talked, watched movies, and went swimming a few times. So, why would you think I don’t enjoy just hanging out? And for the record, I don’t view any woman as a hobby.”
“Do you love me?”
I take a deep breath and tilt my head back to stare at the ceiling, but she forces my head forward to meet her eyes.
“Carrie, we’ve been through this.”
“I’m not asking you to make me your girlfriend. I just want to know if you love me in any capacity at all, aside from your enjoyment in fucking me.”
“This is a…”
She places her hand on my mouth and kisses my forehead. “Yes or no, is all I want to hear from you.”
I smile against her hand, and she releases my mouth.
“You know you’re a…”
She covers my mouth again with a smile. “Yes or no?” I roll us, pinning her on her back, and she releases a frustrated laugh as she smacks my shoulder. “This is my bedroom. You have to obey me in he
re, just like I obey you in your den.”
“Yeah, you’d think it works that way, but it doesn’t.”
“Jack, please just tell me. I promise, I’m not trying to trap you or change you.”
“Yes.”
Her face lights up with a huge smile as her eyes tear up. She grabs my head and pulls me down into a slow passionate kiss. Her hands rub over my head and back, and her thighs wrap around my waist, holding me tightly against her.
As she releases my mouth, she says, “I love you too. Is it ok if I tell you that sometimes?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. If you ever want to say it, I give you permission, and I promise I won’t make it weird for you.”
“You already have made this weird for me. This is typically when I end an arrangement.”
“What? No, please don’t do that. Jack, I’m not…”
I place a hand over her mouth to end her plea, but the terror and pain in her eyes doesn’t disappear. “I’m not ending this, yet.”
She pulls my hand off of her mouth, and says, “Thank you. I promise, I’m not trying to change you.”
“Ok. Now, are we finishing lunch, or fucking, or what the hell are we doing?”
“Lunch. It probably won’t be any good being reheated again. Do you want to just eat it cold or order something or go out? I guess I can just cook something else.”
“I can eat it cold. I don’t want to waste food. Come on.”
Chapter Twenty-One
After we load up two wagons with a cooler, bags stuffed with towels, chairs, and a couple of umbrellas, I grab Janae’s hand and a wagon handle. With Carrie pulling the other wagon, she and Jill get in step next to us to walk to the beach.
It’s a gorgeous day out, and the warm salty air smells great and is invigorating after being cooped up in the house all week. Janae tugs on my hand, pulling me over to stand in front of a water ice vendor, which has at least twelve people in line at the outside window.
“What kind do you want, honey?”
“I like when you pick for me.”
Janae kisses my lips with a smile before looking at Carrie and Jill, asking, “Do you want anything?”
“I’ll take a mango.”
Janae nods at Carrie, and Jill says, “I’ll come with you. I want to look at the list.”