Maybe Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Hey, you,” he said softly, holding his arm out to pull me into his lap. “Are you feeling better now?”

  “I feel fantastic,” I said, leaning down to kiss his full sensual lips. “In fact,” I said, sitting up alert, “I’m ready for round two.” I laced my arms around his neck planting kisses all over his gorgeous concerned face.

  “No, no, angel, you’ve worn me out,” he laughed.

  I doubted that very much. I think Trey was somehow still feeling guilty. He lifted me up off of him, turning off the television with the remote.

  “Let’s get some sleep. It’s been a big day and tomorrow I want to get up early so we can pick up your birthday gift.”

  “I thought I just got it,” I said, wickedly. He smacked my behind and chased me to the bedroom.

  I suddenly noticed that the king-size bed was remade. “Why’d you make the bed up?” I asked, hoping he didn't have some sort of OCD thing going on.

  “I didn’t,” he answered, “I called housekeeping while you were in the bathtub and told them the bed needed changing. They sent someone up.”

  “Oh my God!” I gasped. “Someone saw the blood on the sheets?”

  It was now my turn to freak out. I was the one who had to face the checkout staff in the morning.

  “What?” he said, totally clueless. “I thought clean sheets would be better than keeping the bloody ones on the bed. Besides, I didn’t want us arguing over who was going to have to sleep on the wet spot.”

  “You're so bad!” I said, laughing.

  He picked me up and tossed me on top of the sheets. We climbed under the covers, cuddling each other. I was totally spent, but it was a good feeling, a satisfied feeling. Trey had played my body as if it were a delicate musical instrument. I wasn’t frigid; I wasn’t a whore, either. I was a woman who loved the feel of a man—strike that—Trey, inside of me.

  I felt his slow even breathing softly against the back of my neck. He was asleep. His arm was wrapped around me protectively and possessively. I contemplated how our relationship would be going forward. Trey had made his position perfectly clear. I wondered if it would be really that simple for him. He wanted no complications, I got that, but sometimes it was the complications that made life interesting.

  CHAPTER 24

  When I awoke, Trey’s arm held me close. I could feel his erection against my backside. I turned to look at him. He was still sleeping. I gently slipped out from under his arm and tiptoed to the bathroom. I used the toilet, glad that there was no more blood in my panties. I felt healed. I brushed my teeth.

  Sliding back into bed, I moved close to him. My hand grasped his erection and I hungrily sprang his shaft free from his silk boxers. I loved the softness and warmth of the skin on his cock. It was perfect. I snuggled down under the covers, putting my lips on it, and ran my tongue up and down the length. Trey stirred immediately, and I felt his hands fisting my hair.

  “Aww Tylar,” he moaned, “I don’t want to hurt you again. It’s too soon. You need time to heal.”

  “I’m fine, Trey,” I assured him, continuing my oral assault on his cock. I took the full length in my mouth. His erection was huge. I could feel myself getting wet. Trey pulled me up from under the covers, laying me on my back. He pulled my panties down, covering my sex with his mouth. His tongue explored every fold, inside and out, twirling and licking with expert precision. He slipped a finger into me, continuing to slide his tongue inside and out. His thumb pressed firmly on the outside of my sex, right above my pubic bone while his index finger gently pressed the same area from the inside.

  A sensation started in that area, similar to what I'd started to experience last night that had been cut short when Trey climaxed. It flooded me with pleasure. It began with warmth that spread through the immediate area, then followed with a strong need for release. My extremities tingled.

  “Trey, please?” I wanted him to finish inside me.

  “It’s okay, Tylar,” he said softly, “you can come this way; relax and enjoy this.”

  He continued stroking me, adding his middle finger to the mix, his tongue still working its magic, both inside and out. He wasn't focusing on my clitoris, which was curious, but whatever he was doing to that spot inside of me was definitely making me hot and ready. My hips started gyrating against his hand and mouth. Trey used his finger to tap the spot inside while his thumb delivered pressure taps to the outside. I felt like I was ready to explode.

  “Did I find your sweet spot, Tylar?” he asked. “Yes, I think I did. Are you going to come for me? Come on, I want you to come for Trey,” he coaxed in his smooth, silky, sexy voice.

  His tongue kept a steady momentum, and the tapping of his finger and thumb both inside and out of me pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body squeezing his fingers. His mouth then moved to my clitoris, flicking it gently, swirling around. My core felt like it had its own pulse as the throbbing pleasure washed over me. Simultaneously, my clitoris was swollen in response to his tongue. My pleasure was building up to a crescendo that was totally new to me. I moaned and perspired, clutching the sheets, every nerve in my body on point. Suddenly, I felt a release and then another as I shuddered. I cried out again, calling Trey’s name. I was oblivious to everything but the pleasure that had enveloped every part of my body. Something liquid gushed from me. What was that?

  Gradually, my senses returned, my breathing slowed and my extremities stopped tingling. I was left with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. Trey raised himself up.

  “Did you like that?” he asked.

  I couldn’t speak at the moment, still mesmerized by the total pleasure he'd brought to my body. I had totally released myself to him with no reservations. There was the matter of what had happened at the end. I wasn’t sure if I had cause to be embarrassed about it or not.

  “I’m soaked down there, Trey,” I said. “Did I bleed again or something?”

  He chuckled, framing my face in his hands, kissing my nose. “No silly, you didn’t bleed.”

  Then what? Had I actually urinated on him? I'd heard about ‘golden showers’ but I didn’t know that they could happen randomly with orgasm. “Trey,” I said, eyes wide, “I'm so sorry. I used the bathroom before I came back to bed this morning!”

  “Tylar,” he said his tone turning serious, “you didn’t pee or bleed on me; you ejaculated.” He saw the confused expression on my face. “It’s a good thing,” he explained, “here, sit up, and let me show you.”

  I sat up and Trey moved over a little bit. My crotch was soaked, and there was a colorless wet spot on the sheets.

  “Take your finger,” he instructed, “and rub it on that spot.”

  I looked at him like he was crazy.

  “Just do it, Tylar, trust me.”

  I did as he instructed. The liquid was whitish clear on the dark blue sheets. I lifted my wet finger to my nose. It was odorless.

  “See?” Trey asked, reading the relief on my face.

  “I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “Will that happen all of the time?”

  “I hope so,” Trey laughed.

  I smiled at Trey, and then realized that he hadn’t been pleasured yet. I was about to fix that. I pushed him back down into the pillows. I lowered his boxers and pulled them off. I climbed up, pushing his legs apart as I took my place between them.

  “Take your top off,” he instructed, “I want to see your breasts.”

  I did as instructed and squatted down, taking his full erection into my mouth, swirling my tongue as I sucked his full length. My hands played with it, moving up and down along the length, gently bringing my fingers up to the crown, where my tongue circled the ridge of nerves there. Trey gasped, and his hips moved, thrusting forward as his dick moved in and out of my mouth. I sheathed my teeth, and continued my licking and sucking, running my fingertip gently along the seam between scrotum and anus.

  “Oh yes,” he moaned, licking his lips with pleasure.

  I moved my
arms underneath his muscular thighs, raising them up. I helped myself to the full length of his engorged cock and I could feel him tense up each time I went down to the root. He was getting so ready.

  “Tylar, baby,” he said hoarsely, “I’m about ready, you need to stop and finish me with your hands.”

  I didn’t stop; I increased the rhythm, moaning with the pleasure I felt in sucking him. His hands fisted in my hair, rocking back and forth into me, his breathing came fast and hard, and his erection throbbed in my mouth. He suddenly moaned and his movements stopped. In a few seconds, I received his warm ejaculation in several squirts. I continued to swallow with each new release, until he was fully spent.

  “Oh yes,” he rasped, pulling me up to him. We lay in each other’s arms as our racing hearts slowed. We were both sweaty and wet. Trey finally rolled over and got up from the bed, heading toward the bathroom.

  “Are you coming back?” I asked.

  He turned to look at me in his magnificent nakedness, smiling, “I just have to pee, Tylar. I’ll be back.”

  Good, I thought. I wasn’t done yet. Ten minutes later we were once again locked in each other’s bodies, exploring secret places. Finally convinced I was healed, Trey buried himself in me once again, and this time there was no pain, and plenty of wet, hot pleasure.

  Trey and I had showered, ordered breakfast from room service, and were dressed for the day. I wore a new outfit I’d bought with Gina and Trey wore his suit from last night. He phoned a cab to take him back to his apartment. It was 10:30 a.m. and checkout at the hotel wasn't until noon. Trey promised that he would be back to pick me up at noon and take me to the airport.

  When he left, I called Gina’s room. She answered groggily.

  “Gina, what are you doing?” I asked.

  “What the fuck you think girlfriend? I’m sleeping here, next to my hubby. Why?”

  “Gina,” I said excitedly, “Trey and I did it last night!”

  “Did what? Are you freakin’ telling me that you two tied the knot? What?” I heard Ian mumble something to her, and she hushed him up.

  “No, we didn’t get married, we made love,” I replied matter-of-factly. “I’m no longer a virgin!” I declared proudly.

  “What the—?” Gina was shocked. I heard her tell Ian to shut up, and then she was back on the phone. “I’ll be right down to your room. Ian is bitching at me to be quiet. Don’t move.”

  I'd barely hung up the hotel phone when she was pounding on my door. I opened it and she stood there in her silk camisole with matching shorts.

  “Ok,” she said, pulling me behind her to the sofa where we sat down. “I think there is some clarification in order here, Ty.”

  “Okay,” I said. “What do you want clarified?”

  “Are you shitting me?” she practically hollered. “You freaking drop two bombshells on me this morning and you don’t think I’m not a bit confused? Number one: you just for the first time ever fucked Trey?” she asked.

  I nodded, adding, “I prefer to view it as making love.”

  “Whatever,” she waved me off. “Secondly, you're telling me that this is the first time you’ve made love, had sex, fucked whatever you choose to call it, with anyone?”

  “Yes!”

  “Well I’m pissed!” she declared. “You never told me that you were still a freakin’ virgin.”

  “Well, you never asked,” I shrugged.

  “I should continue being pissed at you because friends are supposed to tell friends stuff, but what the hell, I’m dying to know. How was it?” We both shrieked and laughed in unison.

  “Oh my God,” I said, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them. “It was so intense, Gina. I never thought it would be like that. I mean I had several orgasms and I’m pretty sure I’ve had two of the four that I read about in Cosmo.”

  “Really?” she asked, her eyes getting wide. “Tell me this girlfriend,” she lowered her voice as if there was someone else in the room, “how is he hung?”

  “I don’t have a point of reference to go by, but I'd say he’s huge.”

  “Huge, huh? Well how would you know if it’s huge if he’s the first one, you know?”

  “Well that’s it, I don’t know. It just seemed that way to me.”

  “Okay,” she said, looking around the room. She got up, went into the bathroom and returned with a can of my hair spray. “Using this as a point of reference,” she said, handing me the can, “show me how Trey’s pecker compares to this hair spray can.”

  I thought for a moment, recalling how far my hand had glided from root to tip when I was massaging it. I closed my eyes, and encircled the can with my right hand, stopping at the spot where I estimated the end of his erection to be.

  “Right to here,” I said, holding the can up to show her his length. Her eyes widened.

  “Shut up!” she said, “you're lying, girl! Okay, okay,” she continued, “let’s look at girth.” She turned the can on its side so that the circumference of the bottom was visible. “Here,” she instructed, “I want you to take your thumb and your index finger and bring them as close to the tip of each one against the bottom of this can to show me approximately how thick his pecker is.”

  I did as instructed, showing here that it was way too thick for my thumb and index finger to touch.

  “Oh my God,” she cried, “how in the hell are you walking today?” We both dissolved into laughter. “Seriously though,” Gina said, “I had no idea that you and Trey had never been sexual. You two have this freakin’ chemistry like I’ve never seen before. What the hell took you so long?”

  “Trust me, I was ready,” I replied. “I think Trey may have some baggage of his own. I’m not really sure what all that's about, but I plan to find out. Then of course, there’s my baggage. Finding out all that stuff about my mom. Dreams I was having about my past that I can’t decide are real or nightmares.”

  “You never shared any of that with me, Tylar? Why?”

  “Gina, trust doesn’t come easy to me. That’s probably because of my mom and growing up with her. Even now it’s hard for me to tell you that much. I don’t know. It’s like I was in denial for a while, then clearly ashamed when I did start to come to terms with it. Trey knows these things about me, not because I shared with him, at least not at first, but he was around during a lot of my nightmares. Do you remember that note you picked up on the floor of my cottage?”

  “Yeah,” she said, “the one that called you ‘Sissy’?”

  I nodded. “I never shared what that meant with you. I was in denial…it’s called repressed memories. But I knew what it was.”

  Gina stared at me, listening. “Gina, my mom, as it turns out, was a prostitute. I simply thought she was a whore, which I guess is just as bad, perhaps worse, but the man who left that note was someone who’d been associated with her in her past. He actually sexually molested me during one of my mom’s ‘date nights.’ I was 13 at the time. He did it digitally and orally,” I clarified, not wanting her to think the worst.

  I continued, “But the thing is, I have no clue who or where he is and how he has managed to find me. Trey and I went to Louisville to find some answers. We still have more questions.”

  Gina’s eyes teared up as she leaned over and hugged me. “Girlfriend, I'm so sorry,” she cried, “and here I am, always being so fucking outspoken and judgmental where you're concerned. What a bitch you have for a friend,” she wailed.

  “I wouldn’t have you any other way, Gina,” I reminded her.

  “So,” she said, wiping her eyes and sniffling a bit, “what’s on your agenda with Trey now that you’ve...uh…broken the seal?”

  “I don’t really know.” I didn’t want to get into the part where Trey and I had made the pact. I knew that would send Gina into a tailspin. I needed her to be okay with Trey. It was important to me. So I gave her the most truthful answer that I could.

  “He wants us to be exclusive,” I said.

  “I should fuckin
’ hope so. You gave the man your cherry, Tylar. He must know how significant that is.”

  “He does,” I defended Trey, “it’s just that, you know, I actually work for him, so we aren’t going to be overtly public.”

  “No worries,” Gina assured me. “I won’t say a word to anyone except Ian. We don’t have secrets from each other and he certainly wouldn’t say anything to anyone else.”

  Gina and I chatted while I finished up my packing. I wore a really cute pair of capri pants with a cotton cami top that had a built in push up bra. I'd blown dry my hair and was wearing it down. Everything was packed up and ready.

  “Trey is taking me to the airport,” I told her. “I really want to thank you, Gina, for giving me the best birthday that I could have ever imagined.” We hugged again.

  “This ain’t goodbye girlfriend you know. I’ll be back in Bristol when the next bumper crop of fermented wine is in.”

  As noon approached, I called down for a bellhop. He was up to the room shortly with the luggage cart, loading my suitcases. Gina wanted to walk me down to the lobby. I discouraged her on account of short pajamas. Besides, I was afraid that I'd cry.

  “Call me this week,” she instructed.

  “I will,” I promised, “tell Ian I said ‘Bye,’ and thanks for everything!”

  “I’ll do it,” she said, giving me one last hug as she disappeared down the hallway to their suite. I approached the desk to settle up for the room service breakfast Trey and I'd enjoyed this morning. As I reached for my billfold, Trey came up behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back.

  “I’ve got this, angel,” he said, smiling down at me. He paid the bill and took my hand, leading me to the front entrance. The bellboy followed us out the front entrance of the hotel with my luggage. Trey steered me over to the outer lane of the drive-up circle to the hotel. There was a brand new, cherry red Mercedes-Benz SLK 350 Roadster parked there.