Chapter 12: Neil
“Ouch! Fuck!”
I dropped the knife I was using to chop herbs into the sink, having to draw on pretty massive reserves of strength in order to keep from hurling it across the room. My claim of being able to cook hadn’t been a lie. I’d taken some classes in Connecticut and had actually gotten pretty damned good in the kitchen. But tonight, I was acting like I’d never even seen the inside of a kitchen. It was pretty fucking bad timing. Fay was going to be here any minute.
The nerves had started almost immediately after I had gotten off the phone with Fay, and they hadn’t let up for even a little bit. For some reason, the fact that she was going to be inside of my house, just the two of us, was making me feel insane. Everything I had done since getting off the phone with her had felt like an accident waiting to happen.
I had almost slipped in the shower, catching myself with one arm and pulling a muscle in my shoulder for my trouble. Once I was out, I had cut myself shaving, and now I had cut myself again while cooking. The only thing I had working in my favor at this point was the fact that I was just about done with the cooking, which allowed me to relax for about five seconds.
The sound of a tentative, shy knock on my front door put me right back in the state of nerves I’d been in all afternoon. I wished that I had taken a shot or something before she got there. Not enough to get a buzz on, but enough to calm my nerves. No time for that now. I could practically see her moving from foot to foot while she waited for me to come let her in. I took a deep breath, reminded myself that I was Neil fucking Driscoll and not some dumbass guy who couldn’t deal with the ladies, and opened the front door.
“I brought the wine!”
She practically yelled it at me as she shoved the bottle in my face. Then, she turned bright red and brought the bottle in close to her again. I had been right about one thing, which was that she was at least as nervous as I was. I may have been getting myself more and more rattled as the hours passed by and the time when we were supposed to meet drew closer, but she had been, too, which made me feel a hell of a lot better.
It also sent a surge of affection through me for her, and instead of letting her stand there feeling awkward and weird about herself, I pulled her in towards me, kissing her right on the lips like we were dating. The cold, practical part of my brain reminded me not to start thinking that way. We were just two old friends, making the best of an unexpected situation. There was most definitely an expiration date on this, but I filed it away for later. Now that she was here, I didn’t want to do any more thinking. I just wanted to soak it up and see where this night might go. My desire for her hadn’t diminished any. If anything, it was stronger. I looked at her in her faded jeans and close fitting white t-shirt, and blood rushed to my cock. She looked damn good, and I was fucking ecstatic to have her in my house.
“Oh my God, Neil! It actually smells amazing in here!”
“Actually? Aw, come on, Fay. Are you telling me you didn’t think I could pull a dinner off? That hurts me. I can’t believe you would doubt me like that.”
“Please, are you kidding me? I’m not even convinced yet that you didn’t just order in.”
“Order in from where Fay? This is Ashville. There’s no decent place to order food from, let alone lamb.”
“Okay, two things. First, lamb? Really?”
“Yes,” I said. “Why? Shit, are you a vegetarian now or something?”
“Please,” she laughed, leading me into my own kitchen and sitting down at the massive island where the two of us would eat. “Are you kidding me? Never. Not in a million years. I’m just surprised by how fancy it sounds, that’s all.”
“Jesus, don’t scare me like that. So, what’s the second thing?”
“Nothing, really. Just try and lay off of Ashville a little bit, maybe? I know it isn’t your home anymore, but it’s still mine.”
“Right. You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“I think it might just be best if we tried to leave Ashville out of everything, you know? We never did agree on it, and there’s no reason for us to agree on it now. But we’re having a good time, right?”
“I sure am,” I said.
“Me too. And I want it to stay that way. So I think staying away from the subject of Ashville is probably best. What do you say?”
“I say you have yourself a deal, Fay Turner.”
“Good!” she said, relaxing. “Awesome, I was hoping you would say that. Now, what do you say we drink on it? Open up this bottle of wine and let’s eat. I’m starving, and the food you made really does smell amazing. I can’t lie about that.”
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After we ate, Fay began gathering up the dishes from the island.
“Come on, Fay, stop it,” I said. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll get it later. Or I can just have dad’s house keeper come by. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Fay answered smartly, the sarcasm in her voice so rich that I could imagine just what her face would look like, despite the fact that she had her back toward me. “I just bet she’s been at home waiting by the phone for you to call her, just hoping she can come and do some more cleaning.”
“Ouch,” I said, grinning. I took a step toward her, wondering how close I could get before she realized I was there. “You’re really taking me down a peg or two, huh?”
“Just telling it like I see it, Neil. Besides, you’re the one who cooked. It only makes sense that I be the one to clean. That’s the way it works. And I’m not afraid of some hard work. I’ve washed plenty of dishes in my life, and I’m sure I’ll wash plenty more. I’m perfectly capable.”
“I don’t have any doubts there, Fay. From where I’m standing, you look more than capable to me.”
I was so close now that I could have easily taken her into my arms, and Lord knew I wanted to. I only held back because before I did anything, I wanted to be sure she wanted it. I wanted to know that she wanted it as badly as I did, and that I wasn’t about to get shot down hard.
She stopped what she was doing, flipped the faucet off, and then stood looking out the window for a minute, not saying a damn thing. I would have given a good deal of money to know what she was thinking in those moments, but I kept my mouth shut. She was going to come to me, or there was going to be nothing at all. I wasn’t going to feel like the asshole in this scenario. No matter how easy a role that was for me to fill. When she finally turned to look at me, I could see her breasts rising and falling quickly, could see how flushed she was. Her body was telling me that she wanted it every bit as badly as I did. Now all I needed was to hear the words.
“You want to kiss me now, don’t you?” she asked.
“Am I that obvious, Fay?”
“You are. That, and it’s what I want. I was sort of hoping you felt the same way.”
“Well then, in the interest of full disclosure—”
“Oh God,” she said with a trembling little laugh, wiping her hands on her shirt and making it start to look almost transparent in the places where it was wet. “You’re such a lawyer.”
“You’re right. I am. Or almost. But in the interest of full disclosure, I’m looking to do a whole lot more than kiss you, Fay. I feel like if I don’t take you to my bed, it’s going to kill me.”
“Then I should probably tell you something, too.”
“Anything, Fay. You can tell me anything you need to say.”
“I’ve never been with a guy before. Not like you’re talking about, anyway. The furthest I’ve ever been with a man was with you, before you left.”
Maybe it should have given me more pause, hearing a thing like that. Almost every man knew that there was something special about sleeping with a virgin. Something that just wasn’t there when you slept with a girl who had been with a dude before. When you took a virgin to bed, you were taking on a responsibility that wasn’t there with other girls, and responsibility wasn’t something I was interested in having.
Maybe it should have stoppe
d me, at least for a minute, to cool down and think about things, but it didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, I closed the last small gap of space that remained between us and took her into my arms. All it took was one kiss, and any chance I had of rational thought was gone. I lifted her into the air, the weight of her in my arms only turning me on even more, and carried her toward the bedroom.
Whatever ability to protest either of us had was gone. It was the two of us and the heat that had lain dormant between us for almost a decade. There wasn’t anything short of the devil himself that could have put a stop to that.
Chapter 13: Fay
Neil put me down when we reached his old bedroom. Standing in there with him brought back so many memories. I felt like I was eighteen again.
“You are so beautiful,” Neil said and took a step closer to me.
I smiled up at him. “Thanks.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked me. There was concern in his voice.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I said, reaching my arms up and wrapping them around his neck, gently pulling him into a kiss.
Neil opened his mouth, and his tongue entered mine. I had missed the way he kissed me. His soft lips on mine, his tongue moving around with mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist for just a moment before he grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to slide it up. I pulled back some so he could slide it up over my body and head. He tossed it to the side, and I felt a little exposed, standing there in my bra and jeans.
“Take these off,” he said as he tugged on one of my belt loops with his finger.
I undid both the button and the zipper, and then slowly slid them down my legs. Now I was standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. I felt shy, but also, I felt sexy, standing there before him, almost naked. The look of desire in his eyes turned me on.
“You are beautiful,” he said again.
“I know. You already said that.”
“I just can’t help it, Fay. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
“Neil, shush,” I said and put my lips to his.
He gripped my hips with his hands and pulled me into him. As we kissed, I felt his hands exploring my body. He ran them up and down my sides, then around my back, where he grabbed my ass. He slid them back up my sides and grabbed my breasts. Then he slipped them around my back and found the clasp of my bra. He undid it, and I backed up some, allowing the bra to slide down my arms and onto the floor. I was now just in the black panties I had bought just for this occasion.
Neil leaned down and put his mouth around my right nipple. His fingers began to gently tug on the left one. They were instantly hard, and it felt so good. Neil stopped what he was doing.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded.
I took the couple of steps over to his bed and laid down. Neil removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He began to undo the buckle on his belt and take his pants off. His arm and shoulder muscles flexed as he worked on taking his pants off. He looked so damn hot I could barely believe he was real. This man truly was a sight to see.
Neil climbed onto the bed in just his boxers and pulled me into him. Both of us laid on our sides and looking at each other. He pulled me into another long, deep kiss that left me breathless when we pulled apart. He pushed on me a little bit so that I rolled onto my back. Then he sat up and moved, spreading my legs apart and then getting in between them. He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them on the floor among the rest of our clothes. My heartbeat quickened in anticipation as he ran his hands up my legs, slowly.
He stopped when his hands were on either side of my sex. He took one hand and began rubbing my clit with his fingers. It felt so good. I was no stranger to masturbation, but somehow, it felt different when he touched me like this.
He bent over and then positioned himself so he was on his stomach in between my legs. He slid his hands under my thighs and brought them around my legs. He moved my lips apart and then put his mouth onto my clit. He started moving his tongue around in circles, and I began panting.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
The way he moved his mouth on me caused me to arch my back. It felt so good, and I began to moan louder. The feeling grew more and more intense.
He pulled back and sat up. “Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded my head. I was so turned on, and I was ready to experience him. He got off the bed and pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. He pulled down his boxers, revealing himself. His erection was huge, and I felt myself get more wet just watching him as he slid the condom onto his shaft.
He crawled back on the bed slowly, a sexy smile on his lips. I spread my legs and arched my back a little, moaning just to watch him enjoy what was about to happen. He gripped my legs roughly and pushed them up, forcing me to open up wider for him.
“Are you ready?” he asked again and gripped his cock, rubbing the thick, pulsing head over my clit before tapping it a few times. My body ached for deep penetration.
“Neil, just fuck me already,” I said.
I felt him slowly begin to enter me, and it felt completely different than I had imagined. He pushed in a little farther. I felt a sharp pain and winced.
Neil stopped. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Just keep going.”
He pushed in deeper. It hurt more, but at the same time, it felt amazing. Like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. He moved himself out and back in slowly, each time going deeper, until he was all the way inside of me. At that point, he began to pick up the pace. Sliding in and out of me. The fullness of his cock tucked inside me as he groaned and fucked me deep and slow.
We moaned together as he started going faster. The pain receded, and the pleasure increased. He moved my legs onto his shoulders and slid me closer to him, at an angle. He hit home, and my body purred.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as he fucked me.
“So good. So fucking good.” He rolled his hips, causing the thick head of his cock to bounce against my g-spot.
He moved faster, and I felt myself getting close to an orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
He started thrusting harder, his cock, sliding in and out of me. Until suddenly, my body began convulsing as my orgasm took me.
“Oh Neil!” I called out as he continued to thrust in and out of me faster, until he slowed down and pulled out.
“I want you on top.” He said and moved to lay down next to me. I turned my body, swinging my left leg over him and slowly lowered myself onto him.
Now, it was just like the dream I had, only better. I was on top of Neil, fucking him and I had just had my first real orgasm. It had been mind blowing. He was so deep inside of me now. I could feel every single inch of him and it was hot. I began moving my body up and down, sliding my pussy along his cock.
No sounds escaped me as I continued to move on him. It was all too intense. The feeling of him completely filling me up, stretching me out. I stopped moving up and down and started rocking my hips back and forth, grinding on him.
“That feels so good.” Neil said.
“Mmm Hmm.” I moaned. I was focused on the feeling that was building up inside me again.
“Don’t stop.” Neil said to me. He grabbed my hips with his hands and help me move my hips faster and harder.
Then suddenly I felt myself reaching a climax even more intense then the first one. I could feel Neil throbbing inside of me and the look on his face was nothing but pure pleasure that made my orgasm feel even better.
When we both came down from our orgasms, Neil laid on top of me for a moment. Then he looked me in the eyes and kissed me.
“You okay?” he asked.
“That was amazing.”
“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”
“Stop worrying,” I said. “It felt better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“Good.” He kissed me once again and then rolled off of me, removing the condom and
tossing it into the small trash can beside his bed.
We laid there in his bed, and I couldn’t help but feel different. I had just lost my virginity, which officially made me a woman.
Neil pulled me into him so my head was on his chest, and he kissed my head. “I just took your virginity. Fuck that was hot.”
“You did. And it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” I snuggled my head into him and felt my eyes growing more and more heavy. I was happy and content in this moment. I felt at peace.
Chapter 14: Neil
Waking up with a woman in my arms was something I hadn’t done in a long, long time. It was honestly something I had tried very hard to avoid doing. It didn’t take long, or much experience with the opposite sex, for me to realize that women were a whole different kind of animal when you let them stay the night. It was better if you just ushered them quickly and painlessly out of your residence, so as to avoid the whole mess altogether.
It was always in the morning that they wanted to talk about what things meant. It was in the mornings that their “cool girl” exterior would fade away, and they would reveal to you that they one hundred percent expected you to explain to them what everything meant and where it was going. It was a good rule and an excellent way to avoid all of that crap to just get rid of them when it was still dark outside, every time, no exceptions. That way, when you woke up, the worst thing you had to do was field calls, and that was no big task for a guy who knew what he was doing.
“Morning,” Fay said with a sigh.
“Morning, babe. You all right?”
“Oh man,” Fay laughed sleepily, her eyes still closed against the early morning sun. “You’re still asking me that, huh?”
“I guess so,” I answered, trying to sound as light and casual as she did. I suspected I wasn’t doing a very good job. “I guess I am.”
“Well, I hate to break this to you, Neil, but I’m not as breakable as you might think. And I’m just fine. I’m lovely, actually. Best morning ever. The only thing that would make it better would be not needing to get up and get ready for work.”
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