Guilty Pleasures

by Bertrice Small

  “I don’t know,” she demurred.

  He drew her to her feet, and then pushed her gently over the high rolled arm of the love seat. “Let me fuck you, darling,” he whispered in her ear as he drew her skirt and her petticoats up, bunching them just above the small of her back. Her bared buttocks were smooth and nicely rounded. Eventually he would introduce her to the fine art of strapping, which he had learned while studying at university in England. He had brought back a fine leather tawse for just that purpose.

  “I’m afraid,” the virgin Nina said softly. She was now fully bent over the rolled arm of the love seat, her toes just barely touching the floor.

  “Don’t be,” he told her. His hand rubbed her buttocks soothingly. “You have such a pretty ass, darling,” he said as he began to nose the tip of his penis beneath her, seeking his way into her vagina. He considered taking her asshole, but he really wanted to pop her cherry tonight, introducing her to the delights of fucking. Finding his way, he pushed just the tip of his dick into her hot, tight cunt.

  “Ohhhhh!” she cried out as she felt his entry. She had been right. He was much too big. “Stop! Stop!” Nina cried.

  He pushed himself another inch inside her, and then quickly another.

  “Ohhhhh! Oh! Oh! You will tear me asunder,” Nina protested.

  “Just a moment more, darling, and you will like it,” he promised. Then he thrust hard into her cunt, shattering her hymen, claiming her virginity. And having done so, he began to fuck her with long, deep, hard strokes of his cock until they were both moaning.

  At first the pain had been fierce, but then as he moved back and forth within her, the pain had dissipated, leaving a feeling of pure deliciousness. She heard his voice slowly and deliberately whispering with each stroke of his penis. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He excited her. The word excited her. “Oh, yes!” she cried as she experienced her first real orgasm. “Oh, yes, Lyon! Do it! Don’t stop!” And he hadn’t stopped for some time. That was the beauty of the Channel. Tireless lovers.

  Eventually their clothing was dispensed with, and they whiled away the evening in an orgy of fucking and sucking. When the Channel finally closed, Nina slept, exhausted but contented. Still, upon awakening, she couldn’t help but wonder if the Robert Talcott she knew, a man almost past middle age, would be as enthusiastic a lover as the young actor he had once been, who was now her fantasy lover.

  Robert came back to Egret Pointe several days later to meet with the architect that Ryan Mulcahy had recommended. Ashley wouldn’t hear of him staying at the local motel. He stayed with the Mulcahys, and at his hostess’s insistence came and went as he pleased. Robert Talcott invited Nina to look over the first plans at his architect’s office. She made one or two suggestions, and agreed with his final decisions. It was the end of September now, and the foundation was dug and the footings poured. The framing began.

  Suddenly her every lunch hour was taken up by Robert Talcott, who would come and whisk her away to check on the progress of the house. They were eating dinner together several times a week. The Egret Pointe gossip mill was beginning to churn, which amused him, although Nina was certainly not used to such attention.

  As he brought her home one October evening, he said, “You know, brown eyes, you’ve never asked me into your house.”

  And Nina was surprised to realize that that was true.

  “Maybe an after-dinner drink?” he suggested softly.

  “I might have some brandy,” she said slowly. “Or something.”

  So Robert Talcott parked his car in Nina’s driveway this time, and went into the house with her. He found her house charming. All floral chintz, comfortable furniture, and good small antiques. A fire was set in the living room fireplace. “Shall I light it?” he asked her, and when she nodded in the affirmative, he did.

  Nina checked in the dining room sideboard and found a small unopened bottle of Grand Marnier. Opening it in the kitchen, she poured two small cordial glasses of the liqueur. “No brandy,” she told him, coming into the living room and handing him the glass. “Hope this will do.”

  Robert Talcott took a sip and smiled. “Grand Marnier will do nicely.” He sat down on the striped couch, patting the seat next to him.

  Nina joined him. Oh, Charlie, she thought, I hope you don’t mind I’ve brought a man into your house. We’ve been doing a lot of kissing, and frankly, I like it. I think tonight we may do more than kiss. Hope that’s okay with you. Nina sipped her cordial. “Umm, it’s good. I have no idea where the bottle came from, but it was unopened.”

  “Somebody gave it to you as a gift. You don’t entertain a whole lot, do you?”

  “Not anymore. A few friends for a meal now and again,” she admitted. Then, seeing his glass was just about empty, she said, “Would you like a tour of my manse? Charlie and I started and ended here. Since we didn’t have any kids a larger house really seemed unnecessary.” Nina stood up, and he followed as she led. “This is the dining room. When Charlie was alive, we always seemed to be having friends for dinner, for brunch.”

  “It’s nice,” he said sincerely, admiring the barn red paint above the chair rail, and the border with the roosters just below the crown moldings. There was a simple pewter chandelier over the long painted table, with its rush-seated high-back chairs. It was very Americana, with a painted sideboard and corner cabinets.

  “Kitchen,” Nina said, leading him through a small, square, surprisingly modern kitchen. He followed her back into the hall. “Den,” she said.

  “You have two fireplaces,” he noted, peering into the comfortable room at its built-in bookcases.

  “That’s what sold us on the house in the first place,” Nina told him. “And this is the master. She stepped deep into the room and he followed.

  After a long, silent moment, Robert Talcott said, “I think this is the point where I either bid you good night and go or I stay, isn’t it?”

  Her heart was beating rapidly. Sex. The man was suggesting that they have sex, and she sure as hell must have been thinking about it or she wouldn’t have invited him into her bedroom. “I haven’t had sex in years,” she admitted, flushing as she spoke the words.

  “It’s like riding a bicycle,” he told her in an amused tone. “You don’t forget. It’s been a while for me too, brown eyes.”

  “What do you want to do?” Nina tossed the hot potato back to Robert Talcott.

  “Frankly? Well, I want to put you on your back, and jump your bones. What do you want to do?”

  “Same thing,” Nina conceded. “But what if we do—Well, what if it isn’t good for one or both of us?”

  “We admit it, put it down to experience, and stay friends,” he said.

  “You wouldn’t feel used?”

  “Would you?”

  “Well, maybe a little,” Nina allowed.

  “Then I guess I’m going to have to make the earth move for you, brown eyes,” he said as he reached out and pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms about her. Then he gave her a long, slow, deep kiss. With tongue.

  Feeling him against her as they kissed, knowing they were going to have sex shortly, made the kiss very different for Nina. He had the sexiest mouth. She danced with his tongue, and when he pulled her even closer, Nina could feel his dick against her thigh. This was reality, and she hoped to heaven she was ready for it. His fingers unzipped her dress, pushing it off of her. Thank God she was still in decent shape and wore sexy underwear. She pulled his sweater over his head, tossed it aside, and began to unbutton his shirt. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt, and he had a nicely toned body, she saw as the shirt came off. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of his chest, shoulders, and back.

  “That feels nice,” he told her as he undid his belt, then unzipped his trousers to step out of them. He was wearing white briefs. His body wasn’t buff, but it was surprisingly good.

  Reaching around her, Robert Talcott unhooked Nina’s bra to reveal her breasts. They kissed again, her breasts crushed again
st his chest, and while they did, she pulled his shorts down, feeling him step out of them while their lips were still fused together. Then she felt him removing her bikini briefs, and they were both stark naked. They hadn’t turned on the lights in the bedroom, the only light coming from the hallway outside the door.

  Maybe that was better, Nina thought, as he pushed her back onto the bed. Her heart was pounding wildly. What the hell was she doing? But, oh, God, she didn’t want to stop now. She let her eyes stray to his groin. Oh, my! He was certainly well equipped.

  “You have beautiful breasts,” he told her as his eyes admired them. He trailed the backs of his fingers over the tops of them. Then he bent and kissed each nipple. “I want you to know I’m not in any great rush, brown eyes. I want you to enjoy this.”

  “I want you to enjoy it too,” Nina replied. “Are you sure we’re going to remember how to do this?”

  He laughed. “I don’t know about you, but it’s sure as hell all coming back to me now,” Robert Talcott told her with a grin.

  “I think you could be a bad man,” she teased him.

  “I can,” he agreed. “You like bad?”

  “I don’t know,” Nina said slowly.

  “Then let’s just keep it simple for now,” he said as he began to kiss Nina again.

  She let him have his way, meeting him kiss for kiss for kiss until she felt she was going to melt with the heat their two bodies pressing together was generating. God, he felt so damned good against her. It was very different from the Channel, although she had to admit that having that pleasure was a godsend. But this was so much better. She sighed as his lips left hers and began a slow journey across her flesh.

  Damn! How long had it been since he had taken the time to enjoy a woman’s body? His sexual activity in Hollywood had been confined to very discreet high-priced call girls paid for by his wife’s studio. They were pretty and charming for the most part, but it had always been just sex. Nothing more. In New York he had allowed himself one or two dalliances, but he always knew the women involved were hoping to use him as a stepping-stone. Again it had just been about sex, and very discouraging. But with Nina there was something else. Yeah, there was going to be sex. But it was with a woman who seemed to actually like him and enjoy his company. She wanted nothing from him except perhaps his company. They were friends. And if it went well between them, they might even become what was called today “friends with benefits.”

  Her skin was smooth, and there was a slight floral fragrance to it. It wasn’t the skin of a young woman. While toned, there was a softness to it. He kissed and licked his way first across her full breasts, and then down her torso. The curls covering her mons were not quite the color of her hair, but then he’d already figured out that she did something to enhance her hair. Most women her age did.

  Nina wanted to scream. The kissing and the licking was just so delicious. Her breath caught in her throat as, kneeling between her spread thighs, he parted her labia lips and leaned forward to lick at her. “Ohhh!” The sound emerged from her tight throat. The sensation of his broad, flat tongue stroking her was mind-blowing. When he began to lick with the very tip of that tongue at her clit, she almost screamed.

  “You taste so damned good,” he groaned. “I just want to eat you up, brown eyes.”

  “I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun,” Nina managed to say. Oh! My! God! She was going to explode, she thought, as the small orgasm brought on by his tongue burst. “I want to make you feel good too,” she said, realizing she was being selfish.

  “Later,” he told her. “This first time is just for you, brown eyes.” He reached down and lifted his penis up, preparing to enter her.

  Nina almost wept at the sight of it. Long. Thick. The kind of cock every girl dreamed of but seldom got. Charlie had had an average dick, but Robert Talcott’s was just slightly beyond average. She almost moaned with her excitement.

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want to talk dirty to you. Can I?”

  Nina looked straight into his blue eyes. “Fuck me!” she said.

  Robert Talcott laughed. “You betcha, brown eyes. I’m going to fuck you until you come screaming, and then I’m going to fuck you again with the same result.”

  “Promises, promises,” Nina taunted him. “Fuck me! Oh, God!” she gasped as he pushed deep and hard into her. “Yes!” He was filling her, and she could feel every inch of him straining and stretching the walls of her vagina with his thick cock.

  He began to move upon her—at first with slow, deep strokes of his penis, again and again and again until Nina was half-conscious. Then he began to move on her with swift, hard thrusts, forcing her to her next orgasm as she screamed with pleasure. But he was a man of his word, and as soon as Nina came to herself again, she discovered that her lover was still hard within her. She looked questioningly at Robert Talcott.

  “I told you, brown eyes. Two this first time. Ready to go again? And this time I won’t go easy on you. I’m going to fuck you to a stand, brown eyes.”

  “You are amazing,” Nina said.

  “For my age?” he teased.

  “For any age,” Nina told him.

  He grinned the Lyon Roberts boyish grin that had won her heart years ago. “Let’s get those legs up and over my shoulders now,” he said. “Time for me to go really deep, and for you to fly to the moon.” His penis still buried deep inside her, he helped her bring her legs up and over his shoulders. He thrust two quick thrusts, sliding deeper into her.

  “Oh, my God!” Nina gasped. “Can you die of sexual pleasure?”

  “Let’s find out,” he said, and began to piston her once again.

  Nina clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into him as he fucked her. Her heart was pounding in her ears. It was too good. Too sweet. Too perfect. And at their age too. She felt her orgasm building and building until she knew it was going to break and possibly kill her. Robert was groaning loudly now, and somewhere a woman was screaming with her pleasure. They came together and collapsed quickly afterward.

  When Nina awoke, the first gray light of an October dawn was coming in through the bedroom windows. Robert Talcott lay sleeping, snoring softly, next to her. She realized that she ached all over. Unaccustomed as she was to real sex, she had forgotten how a body could feel after a wild night of unbridled passion. She was sore, but she felt great. She slipped quietly from the bed, going into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Then she dressed in a pair of fleece sweats before hurrying to the kitchen to fix them a hearty breakfast. It was a workday for her. She would have to change afterward.

  Robert Talcott awoke in a strange bed. For a moment he was confused as he looked around the bedroom, with its peonies on a peach background wallpaper and elegant cherry French Provincial furniture. Then he remembered. He had practically invited himself into Nina Parsons’s home, and they had fallen into bed together and fucked each other to a fare-thee-well. He felt terrific. Better than he had in years.

  “Good morning, Robert,” he heard her say. She was standing in the doorway.

  “There are towels in the closet in the bathroom. I’ll have breakfast ready for you after you’ve showered,” she told him.

  “Thanks,” he replied. Damn! She looked so cute in that green fleece outfit. When he had cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on, he found his way to the kitchen. He could smell both bacon and coffee.

  Nina was sitting at a butcher-block table, already eating. She looked up and smiled. “Everything’s in the oven. Coffee on the counter. Sit down and join me before I head off to work.”

  “Are you all right?” he asked her. He wasn’t certain exactly how she would feel after their wild encounter. He pulled the warm plate filled with fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, and a blueberry muffin from the oven and sat down. There was juice to drink, and he’d get his coffee in a minute, after he learned how she felt.

  Nina looked up. “I’m not sure what to say,” she began. “‘Baby, you were great’? ‘Was
it good for you?’ ” A smile played about her lips. “I’ve never been in this kind of situation before. And until last night Charlie was the only man I ever had sex with, Robert. I suspect you know more about something like this than I do.”

  “All I’ve ever known are high-class hookers and ambitious actresses,” he began. “But last night with you was different.”

  “Different good? Or different bad?” Nina asked him. Did he regret what had happened between them? It didn’t matter. She would have this memory forever.

  “Different incredible,” he answered without hesitation. “God, brown eyes, you are warm and passionate and caring. I know this sounds a little wussy for a man to say—hell, it sounds a lot wussy for a guy to say—but I felt safe with you, Nina.”

  Nina blushed at the tender admission. “Oh, I’m so glad that I could do something for you, Robert, because the sex with you was wonderful. Even my Charlie never put me over the top like you did last night, and I mean no disrespect to my husband’s memory when I say that.”

  “Then you’re not mad at me for taking advantage?” he asked.

  Nina giggled. “I wanted you to take advantage, Robert. I practically seduced you,” she said, blushing again. “I hope you won’t think badly of me for it.”

  Reaching across the table, he took her hand and kissed it. “I will never think badly of you, brown eyes. Other than my first wife, I never asked a lady to be my girl, but I’d like to ask you. Will you be my girl, Nina Parsons?” His blue eyes met her brown ones, and he smiled his boyish grin.

  “I’d like that,” she agreed. Her heart was racing again with excitement. Lyon Roberts had just asked her to be his girl. No! Robert Talcott had, and they weren’t twentysomethings. They were grown and practically seniors.

  “Good!” he said, leaning across the table to kiss her.

  Nina sighed and kissed him back. Then the clock in the hall struck eight, bringing her back to reality. “I’ve got to go and change for work,” she said, standing up.