by L. P. Dover
I inhale her sweet scent again before trailing my tongue down her pussy. My eyes roll back in my head as I swallow her taste. Fucking heaven. My tongue makes its way up and down, exploring her lips and delicate folds, probing gently into her core, savoring every bit of her that I can.
My free hand switches to her other breast. I’m desperate to suck on her nipples, but my mouth is happy where it’s at. As I tongue fuck her, I flick her clit with my thumb while my other hand kneads her tit. She moans, pulls my hair, and grinds her pussy against my face as if she needs me to fuck her harder.
Her hips buck wildly, and I know she’s about to come. I need to feel her though and if it’s not against my dick, my fingers are the best bet. Slowly, I push one in and she gasps. Her wetness coats my fingers. All I want to do is suck them off. The moans that escapes her lips are so fucking sexy it makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. She thrashes against the bed, rolling from side to side. My thumb presses down on her clit and she stills. Using this to my advantage, I kiss my way up her body while my finger pumps in and out of her.
She palms one of her of breasts, making me slightly jealous, but eager to watch. I take the other one in my mouth, not caring if this was part of our agreement or not. I need this, and want her to feel the sensation. My tongue swirls around her nipple as I add another finger inside of her. Another “Oh God,” is muttered from her lips and the sharp intake of air shows me that I’m making her feel good. She wants to cry out even though she is holding back.
With my dick nestled against her hip, I rock against her, trying to find some relief before I explode. This friction is better than nothing, except I’m on the verge of coming in my jeans.
The sweet sounds coming from her mouth are too much for me to take. I’m on the brink of whipping my dick out and fucking her, but I refuse to be the man who violates her trust. I move to her other breast, sliding her hand out of the away. My teeth pull on her taut nipple while my fingers thrust in and out of her.
I move back down her body, mostly because I love the way the friction feels on my dick. The hand job I give myself in the bathroom after this is going to be epic. Hell, once I touch my dick, I’ll fucking come.
With my fingers still bringing her pleasure, I turn my attention to her clit and suck it ever so softly. Her walls contract slightly, warning me that she’s close. Not to leave her hanging, I speed up my hand, pushing my fingers deeper and curling them to hit her g-spot. My mouth teases her clit, nipping and sucking until her hips are springing off the mattress and she’s slamming her pussy into my face.
Fucking glorious.
Resting my arm over her stomach, I pin her to the bed and continue to work her clit over with my firm tongue and the consistent strokes of my fingers. Her legs begin to quiver and her thighs start to close in around my head.
She gasps loudly and that’s when I hear her fucking sinful voice. “Mmhmm … don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
As if I would.
“Come for me, baby,” I say without thinking.
Her hips buck wildly as she comes all over my fingers. I plant my face between her legs and taste her as if I’m starving. She continues to writhe in pleasure, her legs opening and closing against my head as I lick every last drop away from her body. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
Actually, I would. I’d love to see her face, to kiss her and ask her if this has been worth it for her. I’d give her my number and ask her out to dinner so I can find out what her favorite color, movie, and song is.
After several seconds, I rest my head on her thigh. Her hand returns to my hair, her fingers moving in and out in a caring fashion. I tell myself not to get attached, but I fear it may be too late.
I think about wiping my face on the sheets, but don’t. I kiss every piece of her body that I can before I back my way out of the room, never taking my eyes off of her. Something inside of me tells that this is the last time. That whatever we’ve done here is complete. The thought of not seeing her doesn’t sit well with me, but there really isn’t anything I can do about that. Silently, I tell her good-bye and hope that I can meet her someday.
Twelve
Alexandria
I’ve walked down the bread aisle twice and both times fail to grab my favorite creamy peanut butter. That’s how preoccupied my mind has been since last night in the play room.
I can still remember the way it felt to orgasm with a man’s tongue on my clit. Just thinking about it now makes me tremble. I keep thinking about what I need to do next and I come up blank. I feel like we’re past the oral sex, as silly as that sounds.
I check my phone to see if I’ve missed a text from Jared, but there’s nothing. A part of me thinks I should make the next move, but I don’t want to appear desperate. I’m not a girl who has to pay for sex. Yes, I’m a virgin, but it’s not because I’m ugly and can’t get a date. I’m just inexperienced and men my age want someone who knows what they’re doing.
Grabbing the peanut butter, I set it in my cart and head for the produce section. The girls and I were given the day off since there was nothing to do. In the catering business, it’s not uncommon for there to be days when we’re not busy. The only problem is that I don’t get paid when we’re not working.
Once in the produce section, I reach for a package of strawberries, only for someone to try for the same one. Our hands touch and I pull back. “Sorry about that,” the man says.
I recognize his voice immediately and look up at him. Standing in front of me is my high school sweetheart and the first guy I ever fell in love with. We both knew it wouldn’t work when he went away to college. He looks the same as he did in high school; tall and handsome with auburn hair and green eyes. “Oh my God, is it really you?” Matt chuckles and I hug him. “It’s been so long.”
He hugs me tight and lets go. “That it has. How have you been?” Grabbing the strawberries, he puts them in my cart. “I didn’t know you were in Portland. I figured you’d still be in Sweet Briar.”
I try not to let his comment bother me. “I’ve been gone for a few years. Things have changed.”
His smile widens. “I can see that. You’re still as beautiful now as you were then.”
The heat rises to my cheeks and I grin. “Thanks. You’re looking good, too.”
He glances down at my ring finger. “I take it you’re not married.”
I shake my head. “Not yet. You?”
“Same. I just finished up law school and now I’m working in Vancouver at Marshall and Vaughn Law Firm.”
“That’s awesome. I’m so happy for you. I’m working for a catering company until I can branch out and start my own business.”
“You always wanted to be a chef,” he replies warmly. “I have to say, I sure do miss your cooking. Lunch period at school was my favorite time.”
I smack his arm. “That’s because you’d eat all my food. You used to drive me crazy.”
We both laugh and he shakes his head. “Those were the good ole days. Sometimes I miss them. I don’t see many of our friends.”
“Neither do I. I pretty much work and go home.” And go to Society X, but I’m not about to tell him that. Speaking of the club, I slide my hand over the top of my shirt to make sure my necklace can’t be seen.
Matt pulls out his phone. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get your number. Maybe we can go out some time.”
“Sure,” I say without thinking. I give him my number and vice versa.
He smiles again and we hug. “I’m so glad I ran into you. I’ve thought a lot about you the past few years.”
“Ditto,” I reply in all honesty. I’ve often wondered where he was in life and if he was happy.
“I’ll call you tonight.”
He lets me go and I nod. “Okay.”
Once he walks off, I’m stuck standing by the strawberries, completely at a loss for words. A part of me is ecstatic to see Matt again, but then the other half feels guilty for even considering going out
with someone else. Why do I feel guilty? I don’t even know the guy in the club. He’s probably a player. However, hearing his last words when he left the play room makes me think otherwise.
Pulling out my phone, I call Dani. “What’s up, chickadee?”
“I need your help. Can you meet me for dinner tonight?”
“Sure can. Is this about your happy time in the play room last night?”
I snort. “You have no idea. Meet me at Oscar’s.”
I head to Oscar’s, which is a prime steakhouse in downtown Portland. It has the best filet in town, and it has private seating. The stuff I want to tell Dani doesn’t need to be heard by anyone. Dani isn’t at the restaurant when I arrive so the hostess seats me first. She has short, black hair and a kind smile. I love when restaurants have friendly staff. That’s going to be requirement when I open my own place one day.
“Would you like anything to drink while you wait?” the hostess asks.
I nod. “A glass of Riesling, please.”
She nods. “I’ll tell your waiter.”
Not long after that, the waiter stops by and sets down my glass of wine just as Dani turns the corner. She sits across from me, and smiles at our waiter who is an older gentleman with graying dark hair and tanned skin.
“May I please have a gin and tonic?”
“Of course.” He nods and strolls off.
Not wasting any time, Dani scoots closer to the table. “Tell me everything. What happened last night?”
Leaning forward, I lower my voice. “He went down on me last night. It felt so damn good. I’ve never had anyone do that before.”
Giggling, she slaps a hand over her mouth. “That’s freaking hot. I seriously need to go there. Care to go with me one night?”
“Sure. I’d love to. Maybe Jared will see you and give you the tour.”
Picking up her napkin, she fans herself. “Whew, I can’t wait. I’m already hot just thinking about it.”
The waiter comes back and gives her the gin and tonic. We order our food and I get right down to business. “What should I do next?” I ask.
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Should I request another oral meeting or step it up? I know we’ve only met twice, but I don’t think any of the foreplay stuff is going to last with us. I want more and I know he does.”
Dani glances around to make sure no one’s near before focusing back on me. “Maybe you should try the dark room. You’re twenty-five years old. Surely, you weren’t expecting to be a virgin until you got married, right?”
I shake my head. “No, but I didn’t want to just lose it to anyone like everyone else I know.”
Dani shrugs. “It’s up to you, girlie. If you and this guy have a connection, it could be pretty romantic. Granted, you won’t be able to see each other in the dark room, but at least, you’ll get to experience being with someone fully. It’ll get you prepared for someone real.”
He is real. The words echo in my head, but I’m probably never going to know who he is. However, there is someone who’s real in my life. “I think I have another problem,” I whisper.
“What?” She takes a sip of her drink.
“I ran into someone from my past today. Do you remember Matt Davenport?”
Eyes wide, she gasps. “Are you serious? He was the love of your life.”
“Exactly,” I groan. “He wants to go out and I can’t date him and participate in the club. It’s not right.”
With a heavy sigh, she nods. “You’re right, you can’t. I guess it’s up to you to decide. Matt is your past, but this mystery guy could be your future. Do you want safe or sexy and adventurous with risk?”
I guzzle down the rest of my wine, my stomach in knots. I know what my body wants, but my head is screaming at me to turn to Matt.
“I don’t know,” I murmur, “but I’ll figure it out.”
After we finish eating, I head home and turn on my laptop. Dani’s question should be simple to answer. Do I want safe or sexy and adventurous with risk? A part of me wants safe just so I know I won’t get hurt, but then the other part wants to take the risk, even if I get hurt.
Matt is a sweet guy, but I don’t see him being able to quench my desires. It’s crazy because in high school, those kinds of things didn’t matter to me. However, I did love him deeply. Even now, there’s still a part of me that wonders what would’ve happened if I allowed our relationship to grow instead of letting him go, knowing he would have sex in college.
Grabbing a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator, I open it up and drink straight from it. I check my emails and catch up on everyone’s posts on Facebook. I drink more of my wine until I realize almost half the bottle is gone. My body feels weightless and I love the feeling. I can’t stop thinking about my night in the play room. There’s something about being in the club that turns me on. It must be the lack of inhibitions. It’s like anything I do there is acceptable, not like in our society. Back in my hometown, I’d be viewed as a whore.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, slurring the words.
I type in passionate sex in the search engine and hit Go. I’ve watched all sorts of porno movies about blowjobs but never ones about people actually having sex. A ton of videos pop up and I click on a random one, praying like hell a virus doesn’t get put on my laptop. The movie starts and the couple is on a bed, fully clothed and kissing. It’s very sensual. The guy unbuttons her shirt and sucks her breasts. My nipples tingle just watching it. Ever so slowly, their clothes come off and he enters her. For the next thirty minutes, my eyes are glued to the screen, watching them have sex in multiple positions. It’s so erotically hot it makes everything inside of me tighten. I’m one step closer to the final decision.
Thirteen
Kai
I need a friend. A best friend, guy friend, bro, or whatever else they’re called so I can unload about my life.
Turmoil. It’s what I feel. Last night I thought of a hundred different ways I could find out this woman’s name, only to picture myself behind bars for breaking the law. A law that likely doesn’t exist, but because that club is nothing but voodoo magic I’d probably end up in a dungeon somewhere, and no one would know where I am.
Sitting beside me is Bryant. He’s rambling on about someone he met last night who happens to be normal. His description not mine. I’m going out on a limb here and am going to say that the woman he met isn’t an employee of Society X. Not that there is anything wrong with women or men working there.
I’ve thought about telling Bryant about my two visits, but can’t stomach his reaction, mostly because I’ve been with the same woman and he’s boasted that members have their pick. Thing is, I never wanted to sign up to begin with, but now that I have, I don’t know if I can stop.
I tell myself that if Jenica were to text me with a new offer, I’d tell her no. But the thought of completely anonymous foreplay or sex is exciting. It’s fucking exhilarating. After I jacked off last night, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine. I know I pleasured her. I was there when she came all over my fingers. The best part is, I learned more about myself as a lover. I learned to watch her body for signs and perform to what she desired. She didn’t have to tell me anything, except she did.
I’ll never forget her gasping loudly as she was about to come or her raspy voice telling me not to stop. Nor will I ever forget my major flub of calling her baby. Never have I been a man to give pet nicknames to women, but last night when the words slipped out of my mouth they felt right. All of this feels right, except for the fact that I don’t know what she looks like or her name.
Bryant continues to talk about his girlfriend, or soon-to-be one, while I navigate us toward Sweet Briar. He’s working with me today to develop our marketing campaign. Parker says he’s the best, and while I have no reason not to believe my boss, Bryant comes off as flakey. I really need someone who knows what they’re doing so this revitalization project goes off without a hitch. Not only d
o we have to bring big business to town, we need to make sure there are people here to sustain the economy. Sweet Briar needs to become the place to be.
As I pull into the church, the resident preacher is standing on the steps. Larry waves. “Good morning, Mr. Robicheau.”
“Please, call me Kai,” I say as I greet him on the steps. Bryant is right behind me and introductions are made. Stan Meyer, the man who claims to be mayor of this fading town, steps out of the church. He seems happy, and for the life of me I can’t fathom why. If I attached my name to the title of Mayor I’d do anything I could to make my town successful. And with Sweet Briar being on the coast, the ideas are endless.
I shake hands with Stan, out of professional courtesy, but there’s something about him that rubs me the wrong way. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that once Sweet Briar is looking like it’s old self again that he doesn’t take credit for spearheading the project.
“I brought plans,” I tell the men as I hold up a large roll of designs. I follow them into the church where a long table is set up.
“Will this do?” Larry asks.
“It’s perfect. Let me show you what I have.” Removing the rubber band, I let the papers roll somewhat flat. “You’ve already seen the design for the housing complex, but I wanted you to see what we have in mind for the shopping center.”
I give Larry and Stan a chance to look over what I’ve come up with. “As you can see, I’ve gone retro with the design. After sifting through old town records, I found a bylaw that states all buildings must conform to the listed specifications. Unfortunately, in each update of the law, that requirement hasn’t changed, which necessarily isn’t a problem, except for the previous builders didn’t follow code.
“I spent some time at the library, searching for pictures of Sweet Briar to aid in my design. So what you’re seeing here is the seventies version of what construction looked like and what is allowed by the bylaw.”