Different Wednesdays

by G. Gregory

  “I’m lying beside you right now. Feel my hands touching yours. Feel me guiding your hands. I’m the tingling you feel in the tips of your fingers. Teach me about your body by the way you touch yourself. Will you do this for me?”

  Her breathing rushed on the other end of the line. “Yes…I’ll do anything you say.”

  “Very good,” he praised. “Teach me about your breasts. Drag your fingertips down from your collarbones slowly. Drag them slowly so your fingertips cross lightly over your nipples. Slowly. Tell me what you feel.”

  He heard her juggling the phone against her shoulder to free both hands. After a couple seconds of silence, he heard her suck in a short sharp breath before speaking softly. “My nipples are standing so hard. Fingers…my fingers feel like they’re…like…”

  “Like they belong to me,” he finished. “My fingers will do their own discovery later, and I will know every inch of you before we’re finished.”

  “Squeeze your breasts with both hands. Let them slip out of your grip so you end up pinching your nipples against the heels of your hands. Squeeze slowly. Feel my hands squeezing those sweet tits of yours. Hold your nipples fast against the heels of your hands and pull them gently.”

  She whimpered as she followed his instructions.

  “Very good, Lisa. You’ll be a good student. There’s much I’d like to teach you.”

  His cock throbbed in his hand, flexing with the need for more. Long strokes quickened as he envisioned her stroking her breasts for him, hastening him to the point of no return.

  “Cup those sweet tits in your hands, Lisa. Hold them there so I can lick them. Would you like that? Would you like for me to lick them with my hot, wet tongue?”

  “Oh my…oh…yes.”

  “Yes, what?” he asked.

  “What?” she asked, confused by his question. “I don’t…what do you mean?”

  He laughed softly. “You have so much to learn. There’s so much you’ve missed, and there’s so much you don’t understand about yourself…about your body…about what your body is asking for right now.”

  “I asked you to cup your breasts in your hands for me. And I asked you if you’d like for me to lick them. I want you to tell me what your body is begging for right now. Tell me what you want me to do to those sweet tits of yours.”

  She hesitated. “I’ve…I mean…I’ve never said things…never talked like that.”

  “It’s okay. We’ll go slowly. I’ll teach you. Remember when you said you feared you would not be able to relax?

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to teach you how to relax into yourself. I’m going to teach you about your body and the pleasure inside of you just waiting to be shared. You have to learn how to recognize it and what to do and what to say when you find it. I’ll help you. We’ll discover these things together.”

  “Shit,” she whispered. The line went dead.

  A sense of helplessness crushed Peter. He knew what happened. Big voice arrived home unannounced. He could only hope that Lisa hung up the phone in time. Fear of what might be happening to her overcame the erection in his hand. All nerve endings doused with a sense of dread and then followed closely by a wave of anger. He could only imagine what would happen to those sweet breasts he just touched for the first time. What would big voice do to those long legs she spread so readily for Peter’s discovery? Her pussy, soaked with want for Peter now would be used by that drunken monster to fuck her roughly and satisfy himself.

  “Damn you!” Peter shouted into the night, exasperated that he could do nothing but wait.

  Sleep refused to come to him. The clock glowed 12:35AM. He should be tired. How could he sleep? He plummeted from being aroused to the point of climaxing; then overcome with the adrenaline of rage at being helpless to stop something very wrong from happening. Would she survive? Would she turn her thoughts to him and concentrate on his touch? Would she transport herself from under that heaving oaf to a place where Peter rode on top of her, driving his cock to the depths of her soul? He put himself into her head, trying to imagine how she would enjoy his lovemaking. His erection came back with a vengeance.

  Discovery would unleash the power of the animal in her. Yes, she would fuck with him. He would teach her to fuck him back. They would fuck sweetly, and they would fuck slowly. They would fuck wherever and however Fuck chose to take them.

  He came hard. Hot cum shot upward toward his breastbone. Second and third pulses sent additional streams of hot man-sex onto his belly. His whole body tensed and shuddered in the pleasure-grip of a powerful orgasm. He could not remember a time when he came that hard—that good.

  He cleaned himself off in the bathroom and fell back into bed. Realizing he could do nothing for Lisa, he gave in to sleep early on a Wednesday already quite different.

  * * * *

  The hot, steaming water of his shower beat on the crown of his head as he leaned onto outstretched arms. On one hand, morning dawned before he was ready for it, on the other; it could not have come soon enough. Peter either slept dreamlessly or his nightmares of what happened to Lisa disappeared before he awoke. He felt significant doubt that he would ever see her again. Plans for helping her unlock the mysteries of her body would most likely never happen. That eventuality struck him as an incredible shame.

  The phone rang again just as he dried off. He knew who it was before he answered. The events of last night turned out to be a blessing. She did not get caught on the phone. Her boyfriend came home drunk; too drunk, in fact, to take anything from her and fell asleep almost immediately. Her decision to follow through and meet with Peter that morning remained intact. Peter felt their unfinished conversation of last night confirmed that she needed to come and see him. Much discovery needed to take place, and he could hear in her voice how badly she wanted it.

  He provided instructions to his place, and her pending arrival became a new source of anticipation. He stepped a little livelier. His coffee tasted better. The sunshine coming through his bathroom window seemed brighter, and the thrill in his stomach spread throughout his body. After shaving, he placed his palms on the vanity and leaned on his arms, studying his face in the mirror. What did she see in his eyes? He looked, imagining he could see beyond the blackness of his pupils, but still he saw nothing.

  He considered that maybe you weren’t allowed to see into your own eyes. Seemed like an obvious check and balance to him, otherwise the more devious types could learn to manipulate it. Questions of that nature surfaced in his head. Did she feel he manipulated her? Or could it be that she manipulated him? They weren’t getting together to build a relationship. They agreed to meet to discover where the power of Fuck would deliver them.

  She confessed very little experience regarding her own body. What she knew she picked up as collateral learning at the hands of a disrespectful, uncaring man who used her as a receptacle for his lust. Peter decided she needed to learn that it’s all right for her to want something for herself. It should be permissible for her to ask for pleasure as it suited her. He decided that he would teach her about missing pleasures in her life, and then he would teach her to be bold enough to allow the animal inside of her to rise up and take over. He would enable her to speak of her lust. He would enable her to tell him what she wanted most of all. His cock stirred at the thoughts of lessons she would soon learn.

  * * * *

  The doorbell rang at exactly 9AM. Peter padded barefoot to the front door wearing baggy cotton shorts and a t-shirt sporting a company whose technology he didn’t understand, but who owned a logo he liked very much. The chill of early March swirled into the room when he opened the door. Incredibly long blonde hair swirled over the shoulders of the same buckskin jacket she wore when he first met her, partially hiding her face.

  “Hey! Wow, I didn’t see all this hair at the store.”

  “Hi, yeah. I keep it up most of the time. It gets so tangled when I wear it down.”

  The long fringe from her jacket dangled from her a
rms as she swept the hair from her face, tucking it behind each ear. Her jeans sported a blown-out knee and a hole on the opposite thigh that exposed a glimpse of a very nice tan. She also wore a t-shirt with a picture resembling Dave Matthews on it, but he couldn’t tell because of it being partially hidden by the jacket.

  He came to his senses and stepped away from the door, motioning for her to enter. “Come in. Please. Come in!”

  She started to take a step, and then stopped, hesitating for a second.

  “It’s okay, Lisa,” he said softly, seeing her hesitate, wondering what thoughts might be running through her head. “You’ll be safe here with me. I promise”

  He reached for her, hoping she would feel safe in his presence. “If all you want is for me to hold you, that would be awesome.”

  “This is a very big step you’re taking, and I’m proud of you for coming this far. You’re a very courageous woman to reach out for yourself,” he added.

  His words released her. She took a step across the threshold and entered his home. He realized the symbolic significance of her stepping across his threshold represented; entering a world where her old life could be left behind. Peter knew the terms of her risk at just being here, and that risk could include him as well. Even a kick-boxer can’t outrun a bullet, and he could only guess how crazy her husband would be if he ever discovered them.

  He laid his hands gently on her shoulders. “To be honest with you, questions filled my own head and heart this morning. Why did I offer to try and change your Wednesdays? What motivated me? What are yours? Are we crazy even standing here together?”

  “I know,” she said, looking into his eyes for the first time since she arrived and then looking quickly away. “Those are some of the same questions I’ve asked myself a hundred times. I mean I can’t…I can’t start a relationship with you. That’s crazy. It’s just crazy to think I could ever…ever change what I’m into right now. I just…” Her voice faded into silence. Peter sensed she was lost in a jumble that represented a life he could never truly know. He felt a quiet desperation that threatened to distract from something he knew she needed badly.

  He gave her a reassuring squeeze. “You just need something different. Something for yourself.”

  “Yes,” she said quickly, looking like she wanted to say something else, but paused, searching his face. “But I’m not sure what it is I want.”

  “I know,” he said. “I saw it. Something in your eyes made me give you my number. I’m not sure what I saw, but it took my breath away, filling me with this sense of…God, I still can’t put my finger on it. It rushed out at me like...like...”

  “Yearning,” she said softly, finishing his sentence and turning her eyes up to his.

  He looked at her and saw it once again. His chest tightened and his mouth came open to speak, blood thundering in his ears.

  “I saw it in your eyes too. It overwhelmed me,” she confessed. “I didn’t know what to do. The intensity I felt inside stayed with me, and I thought of nothing else for days. And then last night, my God, the things I experienced as you talked to me. It consumed me and this incredible feeling of want. Oh Peter, I wanted more and more, but I didn’t know how to express what I wanted. I’m so confused by these feelings. I’m not sure what to do or say.”

  “Stand close to me,” he said.

  She stared at him with a puzzled look on her face. “What?”

  “Come here. Come closer and stand right in front of me. Don’t touch me, and I won’t touch you. Let’s just look into each others eyes and see if it’s still there.”

  She moved closer to him, standing toe-to-toe and looked up into his eyes. Heat radiated off her body, mingling with the scent of pure woman. He returned her gaze in silence as they looked deeply, focusing on one eye then the other, searching for traces of the rush that filled them at the hardware store. Tingling warmth grew between them, exceeding that of body heat alone. Heat rose up and caressed their necks and faces with a flush, blending individual wants and desires into a heady mix of passion that quickened both of their hearts.

  “It is a yearning, isn’t it?” Peter whispered.

  He felt it. Urgent fingers of lust reached down into his cotton shorts and stroked him to life. He wanted so much to kiss her, but decided to wait. It wasn’t his time. This morning belonged to her. He wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to take the first step and learn to take what she wanted. Just showing up at his door demonstrated her willingness to discover something for herself. Now Peter need only create an environment where the power he saw behind her eyes could shed the distractions of her real life and reach out and take.

  She exhaled as if she forcibly held her breath, nearly gasping as she spoke, “Yes, it’s like…I can hardly breathe.”

  He reached for her jacket, easing it open and off her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with short shallow breaths. Their eyes never broke their gaze, only deepening, falling further into the grip of the animal lust they generated. Each could feel the breath of the other as they spoke.

  “Remember how you touched yourself for me last night?”

  “Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

  He finally looked away, down her face and to her breasts. She wore no bra under her t-shirt, further evidence of how badly she wanted them touched. “I remember too. I remember how hard your nipples became when you pulled my fingertips across them. I can see they are very hard right now.”

  As he spoke those words, he placed the tips of his fingers along her collarbones and began to trace slowly down across the swell of her breasts.

  Her pupils dilated visibly at his touch, and her lips parted as she drew in a sharp breath. “Ohhh…”

  “Hmmm, I’ll bet they’re so hard they could burst. I know how badly you want me to touch them. Your body is humming...so alive beneath my fingers.”

  Every word pushed her further into a trance. His fingertips continued their slow journey, and she succumbed to his touch, arching her back to offer her breasts to him. He noticed her subtle movement of giving herself to him and immediately stopped moving.

  “Is this what you want, Lisa?”

  He leaned down as though he wanted to kiss her before he spoke further. “Is there something you want me to touch?”

  As he spoke he moved his fingers down the sides of her breasts purposely avoiding her aching nipples, brushing thumbs down the inside of each, teasing her into asking for it.

  “Tell me what you want, Lisa. This is part of your first lesson. This is where you’ll learn to tell me what makes you crazy with want. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  His lips hovered only fractions from hers, and he could feel her exhaling short halting breaths into his mouth, intoxicating him with the heat of her desire. When he looked back into her eyes he could see a battle raged inside. Her nipples screamed, aching to be touched. He knew she wanted it, but something held her back. He moved his hands back up, cupping her breasts briefly, teasing with his thumbs, still avoiding her nipples. Slowly, he began to curl his fingers, causing fingernails to drag along her tender skin through the t-shirt, once again tracing toward her nipples only to back away.

  She stiffened as he got closer and finally, she could stand it no longer. “Touch them. Please touch them.”

  “I am touching them,” he replied, knowing full well what she really wanted.

  “No, my nipples. Touch my nipples,” she pleaded, arching her back and pushing them toward him, twisting her shoulders to direct his hands to touch her before she exploded.

  His fingernails slowly edged down catching on nipples hard as little stones. She gasped and stifled a moan as he cupped them and rolled the hard little nubs between his thumbs and the sides of his index fingers.

  “Last night you wanted me to do something else to these sweet tits. Do you remember?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well…is that something you’d still like for me to do for you?
”

  To help her think about it he softly rolled and pinched her nipples again, pulling them slightly. Again she arched her back, stretching into the pleasure he offered.

  “Yes…yes I do,” she gasped.

  “Yes, what?” he asked, not planning on cutting her any slack. She would have to learn. The lessons would be hard and frustrating, but what she learned would serve her well in future lessons.

  “Yes. I want you to. Please do it!”

  “Oh, Lisa, I want to too. Let me show you how much I want to do that for you.”

  He took her hand, turning and holding it against his cock. With his hand over hers, he wrapped her fingers around his hardened shaft and squeezed it tightly. As he looked into her eyes, he flexed so she could feel his power. She moaned. Her eyes offered a silent moan too. The want overflowed and pushed tears out onto her face.

  Her voice became a few notes lower, thickened with lust. “Lick them. Lick my breasts.”

  “Good girl,” he praised. “Lift your arms for me.”

  She obeyed and he stripped off her t-shirt, tossing it alongside her jacket. Peter did not want to risk losing any momentum. He wanted her sweet tits right then. He would take her to his bed after he launched her on a trip to his brand of insanity. With a quick move, he scooped her up and laid her down on top of her jacket, his legs straddling her hips.

  “Put your arms over your head. That’s it. Show those sweet tits to me. Very nice.”

  He leaned forward and exhaled a long hot breath over her left nipple, grazing it with his lips. Her hips bucked underneath him at the contact. He moved to her right breast and whispered how pretty he thought they looked, his lips touching her as he spoke, a subtle reminder that she needed to ask him for what she wanted.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Lick my tits. I need it.”

  And he did. He licked her with long, slow strokes with the full width of his tongue; first the left, then the right. He gripped her upper arms and held them hard to the floor over her head as he licked her over and over. Each time he passed over her nipples she flinched and bucked beneath him. And then it happened. The breakthrough he wanted arrived like a dam breaking.