by Lisa Lace
After dinner, I told Jenna I’d walk her home, as I’d had too much to drink and couldn’t drive. Jenna seemed pleased to be walking with me on a pleasant evening. I walked with my arm around her waist. When I first slipped my arm around her, Jenna looked shocked, and I thought she might pull away. Then she looked up at me, smiled, and moved a little closer.
I could feel her body moving against mine as we walked. There was a light breeze that night, which lifted strands of her hair and made them dance around her face. Jenna’s eyes were sparkling, and every time she looked up at me, it was with a ready smile. I smiled back.
We reached Jenna’s apartment building and stood on the sidewalk for a while.
“Thanks for tonight, Nate. I really had a good time.”
“Me too.”
Jenna looked up at the window of her apartment. It seemed to me like she was deliberating with herself about whether or not to invite me up.
“You know, Kacey’s staying with Harriet tonight. I didn’t know what time I’d be back, so she said she’d just stay the night.”
Jenna smiled. “You know, after what happened last time, I really thought I’d blown it.”
“You did nothing like that.”
She took one of my hands and toyed with my fingers. I knew she wanted to ask me up, but I didn’t think she was used to inviting men home. She bit down on her lip. Man, she knew how to drive me insane.
“You know, you could come up. If you want.”
“I’d like that.”
Jenna
As I led Nate up the stairs to my apartment, I had to wonder about the stranger who’d suddenly taken over my body. Since when did I invite men in? Since when did I take control? This wasn’t like me at all, and yet, I was loving every moment of acting impulsively, letting my passions guide me. After all, it had been so long since I’d felt anything close to passion. Duty, obligation, intimidation—for sure; but passion? It had been a very long time.
I felt like a vixen in the black dress that Carla had loaned me. The second I’d tried it on and looked in the mirror, I’d known that this was the dress that was going to make Nate look twice, and I was right—his eyes hadn’t left me all night long. Maybe it was the power of the little black dress that was letting me set doubt aside and give into desire. Asking Nate if he’d like to come up had felt like shrugging the heaviest chains off my shoulders. Forget Victor, I was living life for me now.
We arrived at my apartment, and I nudged open the door. It was dark inside, and I almost tripped on the work shoes that I’d left lined up beside the front door. Nate caught me, and I felt my heart skip a beat as his arms closed around me.
All night long, Nate had been nothing short of the perfect gentleman. He’d held open doors, he’d paid for dinner, he’d walked me home. Ever since I’d met him, he’d been nothing but charming and respectful. I’d have described him as the harmless boy-next-door if it wasn’t for the way his eyes had roamed over my body in that dress; if I hadn’t seen the fire in them burning for me. Beneath that clean-cut appearance was a beast of passion, and he’d had his eyes on me from day one.
I turned on the light and looked over my shoulder at Nate. He was standing only a step behind me. The intensity in the way he was looking at me told me everything about what he wanted to happen next. I could almost see the visions of my own naked body flickering behind his eyes. As I looked at him, my own mind wandered towards similar fantasies.
I’d only briefly had the chance to see Nate undressed, but it had been an unforgettable view. Strong shoulders, rippling muscles, a perfect six-pack...I wanted him again, and this time, completely. As the desire entered my mind, I habitually bit down on my lip.
All at once, Nate was done holding back. He crossed the short distance between us, pulled me close and pressed his lips down over mine.
“God, Jenna, when you bite down on your lip like that…you have no idea what you do to me.”
He kept my body close to his, with one arm around my waist. His other hand was in my hair, drawing my mouth towards his. He parted my lips with his own and pushed his tongue into my mouth with fervor. I felt my body sink into his arms, and I gave in without hesitation. My hands wrapped around Nate’s back and I clung to him, cupping my hands at the back of his neck to lock us in the most intense kiss of my life.
I began working at the buttons at his chest, so desperate to undress him that one broke from its thread and fell to the floor.
My passion fueled Nate’s, and he spun me around to unzip my dress. It fell away like a velvety second skin. I kicked off my shoes and pantyhose. The underwear I’d chosen were just for him. They were red with black trim, tempting and seductively lacy.
Nate moved towards me, and I smiled teasingly, stepping away, turning and heading to the bedroom. He followed with broad, quick steps, and as soon as we were in the room, he took me in his arms and brought me onto the bed.
He followed and moved his body over mine, kissing me again and slowly trailing his fingertips over my skin. He tucked a thumb into the edge of my panties to pull them away, but I stopped him. It was my turn to pleasure him.
I placed my hands on his chest and pushed Nate backward until he was standing next to the bed. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, my head level with Nate’s zipper.
I looked up at him and smiled as I slowly undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. Then I pulled down his boxers. When the material fell away, I saw Nate was already hard for me. I closed my fingers around his thick shaft and felt myself grow wet as I held him in my hand. I firmed my grip and began to move my hand back and forth in long strokes.
Nate let out a low moan. “Jenna…”
I loved the way my name sounded on his lips when his voice was full of desire. It came out husky and deep. After a few moments, I felt Nate’s hand on the back of my head, gently guiding my mouth towards him. I didn’t hesitate to oblige and closed my mouth around him. Nate pressed himself into my mouth and let out a low growl of pleasure. I kept one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft as my mouth did its work, Nate’s hand on the back of my head softly but firmly, guiding the pace. Every now and then, I flicked my tongue around the head, and he responded with a deeper thrust and a lower moan. I rested my hands on the base of his spine and urged him to thrust deeper.
“Oh fuck, Jenna…” Nate was close to coming when he stepped back and pushed me back down onto the bed. “You little minx…”
Now he unclasped my bra and pulled down my panties, and I didn’t object. I lay back on the covers with my arms above my head. The way Nate’s eyes traveled over my breasts, waist and all the way down made me feel like the sexiest damn woman alive.
Nate shrugged off his shirt. We were both wearing nothing. Nate’s chest was smooth and tan. His arms were sculpted and defined; his shoulders broad. His dark hair lost its style and became wild as he ran his hand through it again, letting out another growl of lust as he looked down at me. Our bodies were lit only by the light coming from the sitting room.
Nate kissed my lips again with more urgency and pressure. I pulled on the back of his neck to bring his mouth closer to mine, our breaths mingling, our bodies brushing against one another. Nate began to move down my body, trailing his hand over my breasts and navel as he descended.
His hands firmly pushed my knees apart, and he lowered his head between them. I felt his tongue pressing against my clitoris, warm and wet. He began massaging me with that tongue expertly, quickly—soft, then hard; slow, then fast. When I came close to orgasm, he kept my legs held apart and his tongue pressed against me, stroking and teasing. I came with a loud cry, my fingers grasping at the bedsheets.
Then Nate grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me over so that I was face down on the bed. I felt him bury his mouth in my neck and trail my throat with kisses, biting down softly on my earlobe. One of his hands traced the length of my arm and then pressed down on my wrist. The other hand rested on my hip, his fingers digging into me firmly, but
not hard enough to hurt.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes…”
Nate thrust into me, and I gasped. I felt my body cry out as he filled me again and again, and warmth ran through my body. He pressed the weight of one hand down on my shoulder as he built speed and moved deeper within me. My breaths tore from me hot and fast, my fingers curling and uncurling around the edge of the pillows as I withheld a scream of pleasure that might wake the whole building.
“Faster, Nate…faster!”
All the restrained passion that we’d been holding back was now unleashed, and Nate fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I felt my body melt into his and my mind disappear as I was overcome with the sensation of his body drawing pleasure from mine.
Then Nate drew away. He lay back on the mattress beside me and pulled me by the arm to sit up. When I lifted my body, he pulled me onto him. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto him. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he filled me again.
It was a great view from on top. Nate’s body spread out before me like a masterpiece of masculinity. My hands ran over the ridges of his six-pack, and I leaned down to kiss him, my hair fanning over his face. When I did, Nate placed a hand on the base of my spine and pushed my pelvis down so that he was deeper inside me. I gasped but began to rock against him.
New pleasure quickly began to mount deep down inside me. I wanted to ride him slow, but I was so close. I began to grind against him quickly. When I arched backward just slightly, Nate let out a low sound of pleasure, so I stayed there, grinding and building speed. He placed a hand on either hip and kept pulling my body down, making sure that each thrust was as deep as I could take him. I felt myself grow dizzy with pleasure and breathless.
I was growing headier with each deep, full thrust. Suddenly, the wave crashed, and I exploded into an orgasm that filled my whole body. I cried out. I went to stop, but Nate grinned wickedly at me, his hands still on my hips, and he pushed me down onto him again. He wasn’t finished.
We rolled over again so that I was lying on my back and Nate was on top of me. I was still in the throes of my last orgasm when Nate took over and began to pound into me, deep, hard, fast. Each time he slammed into me, another wave of pleasure cascaded. As Nate got close to finishing, he started moving even faster, until I was quivering from the feeling of him.
At last, he came. He lowered his body over mine, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the sweat on his back. He raised his head, and his eyes met mine. There was that fire. He kissed me again and then lay by my side.
“That was…amazing,” I said breathlessly.
He smiled. “I knew it would be. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“And tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“What happens then?”
Nate moved closer to me and pulled me into his arms so that I was nestled safely against his chest. “Tomorrow, we get to do it all over again.”
First my body, and now my heart, filled with sweet sensations. I looked over at Nate, and my heart surged with affection. He was sexy and masculine and admirable in so many ways, but Nate was more than just a god on a pedestal. He was a good man, and I trusted him.
Nate
Strolling along by the river with Jenna, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
She was wearing a cute little floral sundress and a pink cardigan. Her hair was loose and flowing. She looked perfect.
My mind flashed back to the night before when Jenna’s appearance hadn’t been so modest. When I shut my eyes, I could still picture her laid out on the bed, her eyes inviting me in.
Jenna was incredible and had all the qualities I looked for in a woman—smart, funny, beautiful, and with the kind of sex appeal that was subtle during the day, but overwhelming behind closed doors. Last night, Jenna had been a bombshell in the bedroom.
She noticed me staring, and gave a little giggle. She blushed, and bit down on her lip, as she did so often. “What?”
“Nothing. I’m just thinking what a lucky guy I am.”
I held out my hand to Jenna, and she eagerly clasped her fingers around mine and beamed up at me as we continued to take our time, walking on the path along the river.
There was a joy about Jenna today. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face and seemed as though she was walking on air. I was also feeling in high spirits; seeing that beautiful smile every time I glanced in Jenna’s direction made me want to smile as well.
“What do you think of the river?”
It was a mild day; not too hot, not too cold. There was a slight breeze in the air, which caused the skirt of Jenna’s dress to flutter about her knees. I thought it was cute the way she modestly held it down.
The river had a gentle current; almost still. Everything was quiet, apart from the sound of birds singing, hidden somewhere in the trees.
“It’s so pretty! And it’s such a gorgeous day. This was a great idea, Nate.”
I wanted to do something a bit different for our next date. A day trip. The nighttime electricity between us was vivid and enticing, but I also wanted to get to know Jenna and to give her a chance to get me. I thought a walk by the river was the perfect chance to spend some time together with no distractions.
“Harriet loves it down here,” I told Jenna. “She always comes back with an armful of flowers. They’re wildflowers, the kind that are too small for vases. I always end up putting them in mugs or glasses around the house. She loves them.”
“She’s adorable. So inquisitive. She’s a very curious girl; always asking questions. That means she’s smart.”
“You think so?”
“I sure do. You’ve got one clever little girl on your hands there.”
I smiled, and Jenna smiled back.
A short while later, we came to a bench along the path. I’d packed a picnic for us which I set down on the bench. Jenna and I sat down, and I handed her a sandwich. She unwrapped the foil slowly and carefully and began to nibble on the bread delicately. As she ate, her eyes wandered over the wildflowers, and I saw the appreciation in her smile. I enjoyed watching her.
Jenna looked over at me and smiled. “The flowers are so pretty. You know, we had the most amazing lake in the town where I grew up.”
“Yeah?”
“Charlotte and I used to take picnics down there all the time and swim in the water. Mom would have been so mad if she’d known. She always told us it was too dangerous.”
“She was probably right.”
Jenna looked up at me and grinned mischievously. “Well, I never listened. I liked to swim. We used to spend hours at the lakeside, racing around and playing games. Charlotte grew out of it long before I did. She met Dave when she was pretty young and didn’t have time for picnics by the lake.”
“That’s a shame. What did you do, then?”
She laughed. “Well, I just kept going on my own!”
“You seem to do a lot on your own.” I realized that the words could have sounded like an insult when I didn’t mean them to be, so I went on. “What I mean is that a lot of women seem to be afraid to get out there on their own. You just get out there and do it.”
Jenna looked down at the ground and shook her head a little. “I’ve not always stood on my own two feet.”
The way that Jenna said that made me think that there was a story behind those words, but she didn’t say any more about it. Instead, she changed the subject. “You know, I’ve found a college in Fort Wayne that’ll accept my existing credits. I can transfer what I’ve done so far and finally finish my degree.”
“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed. “That’s great news! Are you going back to school full-time?”
“No. I’ve got bills to pay. They do a night school. That’s what I’m going to do.”
“Wow. That’s really great to hear. You’re gonna be so great as a preschool teacher. I know that Harriet adores you.”
“I adore her! I adore all those kids.”
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“How long will it take you to finish the degree?”
“They said four semesters.”
“That’s not too long.”
“No, not really.” She looked up and smiled at me with bright eyes. “It actually feels like it’s within reach.”
“Of course, it is! When do you start?”
Jenna gave a little shrug. “I’m not sure yet. I haven’t put in a formal application. There are still a few things left to figure out, but my parents have been really kind. They said they’ll lend me the money I need for any costs I can’t afford alone. I’ll pay them back as soon as I’m teaching.”
“That’s really great. I’m pleased for you. I bet Mrs. Gatsby will be retiring soon. You’ll be ready in time to step right up!”
Jenna laughed lightly. “It would be nice to think it would be that easy. If there’s no place for me where I’m at, there’s always that other preschool.”
“Things will fall into place. Life has a funny way of getting you where you’re meant to be.”
She looked up at me with eyes full of affection. “It sure does.”
“You know, I was so glad you changed your mind about this.”
“You mean us?”
“Yeah.”
Jenna nodded. “Me, too.”
“What was holding you back?”
“Oh, you know. New town, new job. You were a guy I didn’t know that well, and I was still finding my way. I just wanted to get settled and take things slow.”