“It will take her a few minutes,” I whispered.
“You are sick. We shouldn’t be doing that,” she whispered back.
“Are you afraid of catching a cold?” I asked, and before I could say another word, her lips crushed into mine and started kissing me passionately, our tongues found each other and coupled together. I started to get hard, and the thin sheets made it impossible for me to hide my growing desire. She unlocked her lips from mine and took another look at the bedroom door.
I tried to lean closer to be able to touch her, but she put her hand against my chest and pinned me down to the bed. I didn’t have the energy to fight back. She ordered me to stay down. She took a look at my crotch and saw that I was hard and up at full mast. She grinned and took the Vicks off the nightstand, opened it, scooped some with two fingers, warmed it between her hands, and started rubbing it all over my chest.
The fire in me grew fiercer with every touch and swirl of her hand. Her fingers drew circles around my nipples. My chest was rising and falling as my heart beats grew faster and my breathing deepened with desire. “I want you,” I said.
She leaned forward, the top of her round breasts exposed and staring right at me. I could see from her loose bra her delicious nipples, hard and pink. I was happy to know that she was full of desire for me too. As she reached my ear, her breath blew on my neck and said in husky voice, “Not now.”
I wanted to kiss her, but she pulled away from me as we heard the bathroom door down the hall open and close. Lyn came into the room as Becca stood up and told me, “That’s a good boy. Repeat this every three or four hours. It will make you breathe easier.”
She held her hands up and was going towards the door, but Lyn pointed to the bathroom in my bedroom instead. “You might want to go in here if you plan to keep on living,” she giggled.
I shifted and rearranged the sheets to cover my erection, as Lyn was getting a towel for Becca. I sat up in bed as she appeared back in the room, grinned at me, and came closer and said, “I read some reviews about your mom’s play. It was in all the papers. Most of it was good.”
“I saw Edith yesterday. She said it was a success,” I replied.
“Edith. Ha!” Becca was surprised at me calling my mom with her first name.
“We can all go and see it tomorrow night if you want,” I suggested.
“Good idea.” She looked at Lyn, waiting for an answer. “Lyn?”
“Joe doesn’t like plays, and it’s Donna’s bachelorette party tomorrow. You two go if you want,” Lyn said and stood by the bedroom door, ready to leave.
“It’s a date then. I’ll pick you up at seven,” I said, looking at Becca.
“Wonderful. Let’s go, Mom. We’re late,” Lyn urged her mom.
Becca took my phone, dialed her number in and called her cell phone and said, “This is my number. Call me if there is a change of plan.” She grinned and turned and went for the door. Then she turned back and said, “Don’t forget the soup and the pills. Sleep well.” Then she put her lips together and blew me a kiss, turned around, and left.
A few seconds later, I heard the front door close. I removed the bed covers off of me, and my desire for her, exposed in front of my eyes, was still there and as hard as before, and the thought of us together going out on a date alone was mesmerizing. My hand started to migrate south, when suddenly my mind took over and urged me to wait one more night, and that was enough to snuff out the flames for the day.
Date Night
“Did I wake you up?” Becca asked. Her voice sounded so sweet through the phone.
“What time is it?” I answered, still sleepy.
“It’s ten thirty, lazy boy. How are you feeling today?” She asked cheerfully.
“I feel much better. I must have slept for fifteen hours or so.” I paused then I added, “Where are you, and why are you whispering?”
“I’m at a day spa with Lyn!” She said and playfully added in a husky voice, “Wanna come for a couples massage?”
“You and me naked in one room is exactly what’s on my mind,” I replied seductively.
She giggled and called to someone else away from the phone, “Wonderful, in a minute,” then spoke to me again. “I have to go,” she said, paused for a second, and whispered, “Richard, you could use some work in some areas.” She giggled and hung up. She must have taken a good look that day to notice that I needed some attention down there.
I left my bed and took a look at my naked self in the mirror and went to work preparing for the evening. I needed to get a few things done before seven. I called Linda, my mom’s assistant, and reserved two seats for the night. Having taken care of that, I went and took a long bath, then began taking care of the rest.
It was now almost noon, and I needed to take the car for a spin to make sure it was working well. The car needed some work, so I took it to Jef in New Jersey, who was the only one I could trust with it. It only needed a change of spark plugs and some tuning.
“This girl here is still a beauty,” Jef said, cleaning his hands with a rag and stepping back to admire my car.
“Dad took good care of it,” I replied.
“Nick used to bring it in for a tune up every three or four months. Even if he didn’t drive it, he used to bring it in,” he said and then added, “He spent a fortune on it.”
“From what you have done to this place, you bet he did,” I said half-jokingly.
“That will be two hundred and fifty bucks, son,” Jef said with a serious tone.
“For spark plugs and a tune up!?” I asked him, surprised by the excessive rate.
“It’s a classic, and it was on a very short notice,” he hurriedly exclaimed and put out his hand.
I paid him, and as I was about to drive off, he leaned towards me and said, “Love her with all your heart. She’s a keeper.”
Upon my arrival to Manhattan, at around four, I picked up my tuxedo and headed straight to Joe’s place. It had been almost two days since I last saw him and he had a big day yesterday with the lawyers.
“Hey man, why did it take you so long to come to the door?” I worriedly asked.
“I was on the phone with my lawyers,” he depressingly answered.
“Motherfuckers. They are not gonna let it go, are they?” I angrily said.
“I guess I will have to sell at the end,” he stopped, sniffed me and added, “You smell like gas.”
“I was fixing the car,” I said.
His tone completely changed and he cheerfully spoke and bumped my shoulder. “Big date night.”
I exhaled, “Yeah.”
“Lyn’s mom, she’s hot,” he cunningly said.
“She’s ok, but that’s not why I’m taking her. She likes Mom’s work, and she is in the city, and you guys don’t wanna go with us,” I tried to explain.
“Did you kiss her yet?” Joe replied, ignoring my words.
“I’m out of here,” I turned, opened the door, and went out.
Joe came after me, and as I was getting into my car, he shouted, “You’re the man, you are a walking god,” and he got down on his knees on the sidewalk in front of his house and onlookers passing by.
“Jesus,” I muttered, and pulled out as fast I could.
It was already five when I arrived home. I rushed to the bathroom to take another shower, when Becca called me.
“Hey, I just got home. Ready for tonight?” She said with excitement.
“I was about to hit the shower. How was your spa day?” I said, matching her tone.
“Invigorating,” she said and then added, “I went to that cute store on thirteenth street and bought some jasmine oil.”
“Mmmmm! You smell delicious then,” I said as I imagined her placing it behind her ear.
“I got you something too. A special scent. Hope you will like it,” she said, lowering her voice.
“Thank you, darling, I am sure I will. Is Lyn still there?” I asked.
“Yes. She is leaving after six. Don’t
be late,” she paused then added, “and Richard…”
“Yes?” I asked.
“I love it when you call me darling,” she said softly and hung up.
At seven sharp, I was standing in the middle of Lyn’s living room. Becca buzzed me in, opened the door, and went back to Lyn’s bedroom. I didn’t see her yet, and I was feeling nervous already. I had been on hundreds of dates, but not with anyone like her. Usually the only preparation was just to show up and that’s it, but tonight was different. I spent the whole day preparing and grooming and hoping.
“I need a couple of minutes more,” Becca called from the bedroom.
“It’s ok. The play starts at eight,” I said. “Do you have anything I can drink?”
“Check in the fridge,” Becca replied.
I looked inside the fridge and found a bottle of vodka. “That’ll do,” I murmured to myself. I poured a shot and gulped it. “Shall I fix you something?” I said loudly as I called to Becca.
“I’m ready.” The soft words came from a few feet behind me. I was too nervous to turn, I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I could and turned around. There she was, the most beautiful woman in the world, wearing a long, strapless black dress, looking like a movie star about to step onto the red carpet.
“You like it?” she said with a radiant smile. She then put one hand on her side and shifted sideways. The dress opened up to reveal her sexy legs through a long slit at the side. She was wearing silver high heeled sandals with ankle straps. My jaw dropped and locked and I was not able to answer.
“I need you to zip me up,” Becca turning around, her bareback facing me.
I snapped out of the spell that gripped me, took a couple of steps forward, and with both hands, I slid the zipper upwards, fighting the temptation to slide it the other way. Looking at her bare shoulder and intoxicated by her scent, I slid my arms around her and held her tight. Unable to resist, I lowered my lips and kissed her shoulder. A sweet sigh escaped her, and she turned to face me. I continued kissing her until I reached her long, sexy neck. Her breathing became heavier and a moan escaped her. Then she said softly, “We have to get going.” It sounded like a suggestion more than an urge.
“We don’t have to,” I suggested, my lips almost touching her ear lobes and hoping she would say, “Let’s stay in for the night.”
She peeled herself away from me, turned around, took a look at me, and put her hand forward to stop me. “Take me out,” she demanded, then turned and ran back to the bedroom saying, “Just a sec,” and in a blink, she was out again. “I forgot my purse.”
We went out of the front door, and as soon as she stepped outside, Becca, with all the excitement of a fourteen year old-girl squealed with delight, “Wow! Look at that! It’s gorgeous.” She stepped forward and put her finger on the car hood and traced a virtual line on it. She turned to me and asked, “Is it what I think it is?”
“It’s an Aston Martin DB5 convertible,” I said with a proud grin, “It goes well with the tux.”
“I am your Bond Girl then,” she said with excitement as I opened the door for her to get in. “It matches my sandals and my purse,” she giggled.
I shut the door and was about to walk around to the driver’s seat when Becca called me back. I leaned down towards her and she grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me down towards her, and gave my lips a wet, strong kiss that made my knees go weak. Her twinkling blue eyes looked deep into mine, and she said, “Thank you.”
When I set myself in the driver seat, she turned and asked me, “So Mr. Bond, what more do you have? A license to kill?” I let out a long laugh and said, “No, but I have a license to drive from the state of New York. Will that do?”
“Works for me,” she replied while still looking at me as we pulled away.
It was a full house, and the play was absolutely magnificent. Edith had outdone herself once again. I was really proud of her. Although she said that it was based on me, which was true in a way but only from Edith’s point of view, not from my point of view. If I was the writer, it would have been totally different. Her “beau” was, in fact, a very good actor, not just a pretty face at the end of a hot rod. She never jeopardizes her work for a fling.
A few minutes after the final curtain, Becca and I were backstage waiting for Edith. She appeared holding a bouquet of red roses and smiled as she saw us. I gave her a kiss and started to say, “Mom, this is…”
“Rebecca! Is that you?” She exclaimed with a big look of surprise on her face, hugged Becca, and kissed her, “You haven’t changed a bit. It must have been more than fifteen years or so since I last saw you.”
“I missed you, Edith,” she said and then added, “You look wonderful as always.”
“Oh, thank you, sweetheart,” Edith replied.
I was standing there, staring at both of them with an blank look on my face, not knowing what to say as I watched them behave like old friends, leaving me standing on the sidelines. After the commotion subsided, I asked, “How do you two know each other?” I looked at Becca and she looked at Edith and lowered her head.
“She came and auditioned for a role a long time ago,” Edith replied, grinned, and looked at Becca.
“You were an actress?” I asked Becca, who didn’t answer me but instead waited for Edith to say, “Not exactly, but she got the role, and she was perfect.” Before I could say anything else, Edith started asking Becca about Lyn and her parents, and the old friends briefly caught up on the past several years, while ignoring me completely.
After they exchanged phone numbers and another round of hugs and kisses, Becca and I went out and waited for the valet to bring the Aston to the front. Almost everyone had already left, so we were standing directly under the streetlight, and Becca looked like a movie star under the spotlight with her wavy blond hair, dazzling elegance, and beautiful smile.
There was a question hanging between us that I needed to ask, and I did as soon as we were back in the car, “How do you know Edith?”
“She already told you,” Becca answered.
“But you never mentioned to me that you knew her” I said.
“You never asked,” Becca answered and asked me with a naughty smile, “Where are you taking me now?”
“How about we go to my place?” I suggested with confidence but still expecting a negative answer.
“Under one condition,” Becca replied, turning to face me.
I wasn’t sure what the condition will be, but no matter what, it was for sure worth it. “Anything you want,” I promised.
“I drive the Aston,” she exclaimed, and her eyes shined.
“I didn’t see that coming,” I said.
“Is that a yes?” She asked, leaning a little bit towards me as I nodded.
I put my hand on the handle and was about to open the door, when she grabbed my hand and said, “I’ll slide through.” She lifted her leg and put it on my side and lifted herself up. I held her and lifted her as I was sliding towards the passenger seat. For a moment, she was sitting on my lap, her nude back facing me. I was dazed and immersed in her perfume. Her firm butt was brushing against my renewing hardness.
We managed to exchange places and settle down. Becca removed her sandals and handed them to me, holding the straps seductively with one finger, “Hold these, darling.”
“Do you drive a stick?” I asked her innocently.
She looked at me as she started the car, and put it in first gear, and said seductively, “I drive a stick crazy, honey,” she giggled as she pulled out, with the tires squeaking behind us.
Champagne on Ice
“How did you learn to drive like that?” I asked Becca as we came close to our destination.
“Did I scare you?” She laughed.
“No, I loved it. I’m just asking,” I said defensively.
“My dad was a diplomat, and for a year we lived in Lebanon, on the eastern Mediterranean. The country’s first lady used to invite me and my brother to their countr
y home. I was thirteen, and my brother was nine, their grandson was my age, and his security guards used to teach him how to drive inside the compound, so they taught me too.” She ended the story as soon as we pulled in next to my home. “Is here ok?” She asked me.
I was still taken by the story, so I didn’t know what she was talking about. “What here?” I asked.
“The Aston. I’m sure you don’t park it on the street,” she explained.
“Here is fine. I’ll put it in the garage after I drop you off later,” I said, and then I added wickedly, “Unless you plan on staying for the night.”
Becca laughed, put her feet on my lap, and said, “Cinderella wants her slippers back.”
I helped her with her sandals and out of the car and into the house. She excused herself and went to freshen up. In the meantime, I took out the chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and placed it in an ice bucket. I also took out the chocolate strawberries and put both in the living room.
I was about to take off my jacket when Becca came out of the bathroom and saw me. “Allow me,” she said and helped me out of my jacket and placed it on the couch. Then she stood in front of me and untied my bowtie slowly, her fingers brushing softly against my skin, coming closer, almost close enough for our lips to meet. Her scented breasts pushed up towards me, inviting me to unravel the mystery of her hidden desires. She pulled the tie with one hand and moved away leaving a trail of absolute lust behind her. She sat on the couch, and my eyes followed her elegance as she held an empty champagne glass and tilted it towards me.
I uncorked the champagne bottle and filled her glass. I spilled some on my fingers, and she held my hand and licked the cold drops of champagne off, her warm tongue sending shivers to all my limbs while her lusty blue eyes were piercing mine. I filled my glass, and with the two glasses mating together with a clink, I said, “To us,” and drank it all in one swig.
Becca sat crossing her sexy legs. One was bare and exposed up to her hip. I stood right in front of her, my growing desire and hardness right within her line of sight. Her eyes traveled between my eyes and my crotch. She motioned for me to sit. As I complied, she took a chocolate-covered strawberry and put its tip between her lips. She sucked on it lustfully, took a bite, and while leaning towards me, she brought the half-eaten fruit up to my lips and soaked them with the mixed strawberry nectar and her own. My heart almost stopped, my breath became shallow, and my lips burned with desire. She put the strawberry in her mouth and took another bite while closing her eyes and releasing an “mmmm” sound. She was savoring my lips and inhaling my breath. She took another sip of champagne, placed the glass on the table, and put her hand on my thigh.
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