by Mia Moore
At last she murmured “I hate to say this, but I really should get dressed and go soon.”
“I know. I didn’t want to think about it, but you’re right. I’ve got some packing to do tonight.”
“Oh. Where are you off to?” She climbed out of his lap, and stood.
“I fly to British Columbia tomorrow afternoon. They’re giving me an honorary doctorate at the university in Vancouver.”
“You make it sound so blasé. You’ll have two doctorates? Wow!”
“Actually, it’s my third. McGill gave me one a few years ago as well.”
They climbed the stairs together. “That’s impressive. I feel kind of humbled. Me, with just an English degree.”
“Really, it’s not that big a deal. So when are you free this week? I’ll be back late Tuesday night” His arm looped around her waist.
“Actually, I have to work Thursday night; what about Wednesday?”
“Hump day huh? You naughty girl. Always thinking of sex.”
“Hey, you brought it up, not me. But now that you have….” she turned at the entrance to his bedroom and rubbed against him seductively.
He raised his hand and playfully this time, gave her behind a swat.
“Okay. Okay. Got it. Me sub, you Dom.” She picked her clothes up off the floor and shook out the skirt to try to dislodge the wrinkles. Now suddenly shy, she turned to face away from him as she slipped the robe off her shoulders.
As she moved to slip her bra on he stepped forward to clasp the hooks of her bra together.
“Thanks” She stepped into her skirt, smoothing the fabric over her hips. When she turned to pick up her sweater, his arms encircled her. He kissed her, running his hands through her hair.
“God you’re beautiful. I can’t stop kissing you. Any chance I can talk you into coming with me to Vancouver? Can you call in sick? How busy are you the first part of the week?” He showered soft kisses and nibbles on her throat and shoulders.
“Wish I could. But there’s a play I’m attending Tuesday night. I’m writing a review. But I’ll see you Wednesday. In the meantime, send me sexy emails. But just to my personal account, not work.”
He released her and she slipped her sweater over her head.
“Why not work? Could be risqué and fun.”
“Only until they found out and fired me.” She countered as she slipped her high heels back on.
“Then you could work for me! Be my live in proof reader, housekeeper, sex slave. No cooking required. I’m not seeing a downside.” He laughed as they descended the stairs.
“Well now that you mention it…me either. Especially the sex slave and no cooking part. Works for me perfessor!”
“Sorry. I can’t hire you. Perfesser? And you an English major. Tsk, tsk.”
“Who says things like tsk, tsk? What have you been reading lately, Dickens, Wordsworth?”
“Well, certainly not such literary masterpieces that you probably read. Something along the lines of Sex and the Single Girl, ya’know that genre.” He teased.
“Oh, and you’re criticizing my choice of reading. He who sends me a form with a zillion questions on it? We never did cover some of those unique variations of sexuality.” She countered as she slipped her hands into the sleeves of her coat which he held for her.
“All in due time, my dear. Don’t tell me you aren't satisfied yet!” He grabbed his keys from the hook near the door.
She followed him out the back door. “Oh yes, there’s no fear of that. You seduced me and made me come twice.” She took his hand and squeezed it, grinning up at him.
“I seduced you? I seriously considered getting a bucket of cold water and pouring it on you when you walked in my door. But I was worried about steam burns. The worst kind of burn you know. I probably would have ended up in the hospital and missed my latest doctorate.”
“Poor you.” She laughed and got into the car.
They continued their banter until they arrived at her building.
“No need to walk me to the door.” She said as he turned the car off, illegally parking. “I know you’re a gentleman. If you walk up with me I’m not going to be a lady. I’m going to drag you in, tie you up and have my way with you.” She leaned to kiss him.
In reply, he kissed her and held her as tightly as the console between them would allow.
“I had a great time today Craig. And it wasn’t just the sex, but that was awesome too. Have fun in BC. I’ll miss you.” She whispered.
“Good night Jessica. I’ll see you Wednesday.”
With a last quick peck to his lips, she got out of the car and entered her building. There was a smile on her face as she climbed the stairs, unbuttoning her coat. What a day it had been.
She was unlocking her door when she heard a door down the hall open. Mrs. Vaughn emerged carrying a small plastic bag of trash, on her way to the utility room.
“Hi Mrs. Vaughn. How are you?”
“Hi Jessica. I’m fine.” She approached and looked at Jessica up and down. “I think your skirt’s on backwards dear.”
She looked down and realized the old lady was right. Her face flushed pink for the second time that day in front of her neighbor.
“He’s a hunk by the way.” Mrs.Vaughn smiled and descended the stairs.
She giggled and entered her apartment.
***
Craig had to adjust his pants twice on the drive home, thinking of the afternoon with her. His penis was weighing in, having been ignored all day. But that was his own fault. This day had been way outside his normal modus operandi; which up until then had always entailed his own pleasure as well as the woman's.
There were at least six, probably more like sixty times when he could have had her. Was he slipping? Why hadn’t he?
He stopped at a traffic light and watched a young couple walking arm in arm cross in front of him. What was it about Jessica? She was different from other women. Maybe she’d last longer than ninety days before she’d bail. Who knows, she might even break the record and stick around for six months.
When the light changed, he continued driving and was back at his home ten minutes later. He briefly considered starting to get some things packed before his trip the next day. To hell with that. He’d have a glass of milk and go to bed. It was hard work to prepare two meals and set a scene. Now he was bone tired. He turned out the lights and climbed the stairs to bed.
Chapter 8
Before Jessica left for work the next day she decided to send an email to Craig to let him know she was thinking of him. She booted up her laptop and signed into her personal email account. Lo and behold he had beaten her to the punch. She read:
Good morning. Did my sexy woman sleep well? Any dreams of me? Let me tell you,
you were hot in mine. Are you a gymnast by the way? I can’t believe the contortions
you went through to please me. And did you slip in last night and erect a trapeze?
I definitely have to wash these sheets before I leave today, thanks to your
nocturnal visit. I hope you have a good day
Dream Weaver.
She chuckled and her fingers tapped out a response.
Hi Mick, (as in Jagger)
I thought you’d be singing a different tune than Dream Weaver. More like ‘I Can’t Get No Satisfaction’. But glad that Dream Weaver came through for you- I sure tried to while I was there! Ha ha. And yes, as a matter of fact I did gymnastics all through high school. You should see my splits (wink, wink). As for the trapeze, I got nothing. Not me. So what devious sexy plans have you got in store for Wednesday?
Yours in lust….Jessica
She signed out of email, packed up her laptop and headed out for work.
When she returned home, there were THREE emails from Craig. He DOES miss me.
She read:
Hi Sugarlips,
Thinking of you as I sit here at the airport waiting. And yes, I’m plotting and scheming
of what I will do nex
t to your luscious bod. But probably not on Wednesday night,
sorry to disappoint you. I like to take my time, not rush around frantically.
When I was in my twenties…it was different. Now I take the time to savor the flavor.
And I LIKE yours! Do you have any preference for dinner?
Ooops, gotta go, they’re calling my flight.
TTYL Craig
Hi again Jessica,
Just flying over the Rockies. It’s so breath taking! I wish you were here to share it with.
Have you been to BC? You never said. Thought of you when they played the in-flight movie.
It was Sex and the City. Didn’t really enjoy it too much. Would you like me to bring
anything back for you from Vancouver? I think there’s a Victoria’s Secret there.
Growwwl! Thinking of your black lacy bra and what’s inside it!
Hi Jessica,
Just checked in to my hotel room. The view from the window overlooking the bay, and
mountains in the background is fabulous. And there’s a wall to wall bed.
Wish I could share both with you! But we’d probably miss the convocation tomorrow.
Going out for a bite to eat now. I hope there’s an email from you when I get back!
You really are serious about not reading personal email at work.
I think mine are pretty clean….?
She thought of Craig in British Columbia. She had flown there a couple of years earlier to cover the opening of the winter Olympics. Vancouver had been packed and she’d been so busy that she never got a chance to explore and discover the beauty of the city, perched as it was between the mountains and the ocean. She composed an email to him.
Hi Craig,
Thought of you often today at work and over lunch. I took a long walk and ended up in a lingerie store. So yes, I was definitely thinking of a certain author, with gorgeous brown eyes, a beard and a body I would like to wrap myself around. And no, it wasn’t Farley Mowat! First of all he had blue eyes and I think he just lived in the east for a period of time. Yes, that big bed in your room! I’d like to be warming it when you return from dinner. But for now it’s back to Dream Weaver for us. I DO have a telephone as well you know. And if you don’t have my cell number with you…it’s 416-536-7009. CALL ME!
***
Craig returned from his early dinner and flipped his laptop and email open. YES! He sat down to read her email. He picked up the telephone to call her but placed it back on the hook. Ah…how would she like some telephone sex? She probably hasn’t done it before. From the sounds of it, there’s a lot she hasn’t done. He glanced at his watch, calculating the three hour time difference and when he should call her.
He dashed off a quick email to her.
Jessica,
I would like you to be in bed at ten tonight. Don’t wear a nightie.
I’m going to telephone you when you’re all snuggled in, so you’ll
need to have your cell phone handy. I will tell you what
I’d like you to do when I call.
Master Craig
***
Jessica was putting a TV dinner in the microwave when she heard the ring of her computer, advising her that she had a new email. She quickly finished and rushed to open it.
Grinning ear to ear, she read what he had written and raised her hands over her face, shaking her head slightly. Oh my God! Phone sex? …never done that. …heard of it of course…
She gobbled her dinner and rushed out to the gym for her workout. Just enough time for a workout and then…tucked into bed at ten!
***
10:48 PM…
My Darling Dom,
Even when you’re not here, you’re giving me pleasure. The sound of your voice as you directed me… It felt so… so 'dirty'. I understand better what you said back at your place now about the Dom makes the sub TAKE their pleasure. It was wonderful… I fear you will wear me out. Feeling relaxed, dreamy and romantic right now. Don’t worry, my smartass self will return tomorrow. Good night Master Craig and thanks. I will sleep like a baby.
Jessica
***
On Wednesday morning she sent Craig another email.
Hi Craig,
Hope your flight was smooth. I know that it can be bumpy and you’ll probably sleep in, jet lagged a bit. Will you allow me to buy dinner tonight? You’ve been so generous to me and it’s my turn. I’ll be ready at 6:30 if you’d like to pick me up then. Dress casual. McDonald’s isn’t too dressy. LOL!
TTYL Jessica
That afternoon she was immersed in writing the article about the play she had gone to the night before. Her cell phone buzzed alerting her she had a text message. She picked it from her purse, flipped it on and read:
Hi McJessica,
Check your personal email. It’s clean.
You can open it at the office.
She signed into her personal email and read.
McDonald’s? Are you McSerious?
After the culinary feast I prepare for her highness, she has the nerve to
suggest McFood. Sorry Toots. You’ll have to bring your McCredit card and
wine and dine me properly. I’m not some teenage lackey you can toy with.
If you want me to come across, it’s the Keg for you doll. And no casual.
I like you in a dress. And I’ll pick you up at 6. Be ready. I’ve missed you.
McMaster Craig
Jessica grinned and shook her head at his email. She finished her article, and sent it along to her editor.
***
At six pm, there was a knock at her door. The skirt of the teal colored dress swayed about her legs as she strode to the door.
“Craig! I didn’t hear you buzz. How’d you get in?” God, he was still as gorgeous as the last time.
“Yeah, it’s great to see you too Jessica. Mrs. Vaughn let me in. She was just going out. I think she’s hot for me.”
“Sorry Craig. I AM glad to see you! Come in.” She stood back to allow him entry.
The door had hardly closed before she threw herself into him arms, kissing him frantically. Their hands caressed each other’s body, reacquainting themselves. And it had only been a few days.
She drew her head back and looked at him. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He looked down into her eyes.
“Would you like a drink before we go?”
“That’d be nice. I don’t think that McDonald’s has a liquor license. Wine would be fine.”
She went to the refrigerator for the white wine, while Craig reached up in her cupboard to get a couple of glasses. “Here you go short stuff. I don’t want you stepping on that stool in those heels.”
She took the glasses from him. “Thanks. And that’s why it’s nice to have a man around. To kill spiders and reach the top shelf.” She poured their wine.
“I can think of a few other things a man’s good for.” He countered, palming her behind.
“Yes, well. You have a point there” she smiled and handed him a glass. Was he hinting or promising? When will we actually DO it? That’s the manly thing I’d like.
They went into the living room, snuggling close to each other on the sofa, holding hands. Once more they kissed, a long, passionate one, both of them reluctant to end it.
She broke off their kiss to nibble and kiss his neck and ear lobe. “We could cancel the reservation and order in…”
“That’d be nice but let’s wait. We’ve got the whole weekend ahead of us.” His lips caressed her earlobe while he placed his hand over hers, stopping it.
“You do this to me all the time y’know. Get me all hot and bothered and then pull back. Men have a name for women who do that. What’s the term for a man?” She pressed into his neck, kissing and nibbling.
“Self controlled?” He smiled and squeezed her hand.
“You’re a tease. And I’m holding you to the weekend offer.” She wiggled her eyebrows u
p and down suggestively.
They finished their wine and after a few more kisses, left her apartment.
Over dinner at The Keg, they talked about Craig’s trip to British Columbia, the convocation and the sights of Vancouver. Jessica shared anecdotes of work, the play and musical group she had reviewed. An observer would find their conversation 'every day' stuff, because it was.
But the 'every day' stuff is the mortar used to cement the foundation of a relationship. Craig and Jessica were just starting. They weren't aware of how quickly they’d become so comfortable with each other. They just felt it.
And it was wonderful.
Chapter 9
Jessica sat across the table from Brenda, at Sam’s diner. It was Friday. More often than not, they would have lunch together at the end of the week, catching up on gossip and sharing plans for the weekend ahead.
“So how are things goin’ with your author? Still seeing him?” Brenda asked.
“Yeah. Things are great! He was away earlier this week getting an honorary doctorate from UBC, can you believe it? We had dinner a couple of nights ago.” Jessica took a bite of her sandwich.
“An honorary doctorate? That's a pretty big deal.”
“Yes, except to Craig. He told me that when they notified him, he was convinced they had him mixed up with someone else!”
Switching the subject to more important things, Brenda said, “Gwen saw you two at Lula’s last week. She said you guys were dancing up a storm. So the whole office knows you have a boyfriend.” Brenda bit into her usual cheeseburger.
“I knew she’d have something to say. I’m surprised she doesn’t have me engaged or something.”
“So….how is he?” Brenda said taking another bite, chewing and looking eagerly at Jessica.
“I just told you. He’s great. Good dancer too...” Jessica picked at her fries. Oh brother, here it comes…
“No, Mother Mary. In the sack. How is he?” Brenda took a swallow from her glass of milk.
Yep; and here it is. Damn. Jessica swallowed. “Oh. Well, we haven’t actually done it. Sort of flirted around the edges but not yet. And besides I’m not gonna give you details.”
“Why not? I tell you everything about MY sex life. You’re all ears then, aren’t you? So what’s up with him? Why hasn’t he… you know. Is he impotent? How old did you say he was?” Brenda leaned closer to Jessica to be heard above the clatter and clang of the restaurant.