by Jill Prand
I run to the bathroom and scrub the make-up off my face before reapplying with a little heavier hand. For work I usually only do eyeliner, mascara, blush and lip gloss, but for tonight I go all out and use a little bronzer and eye make-up as well. My eyes don’t look good in the whole smoky eye thing so I put the darker mauve in the crease of my eye after the cream base. I put the first coat of mascara on then move to my blush and lip stain before applying the second coat which takes my lashes to extreme lengths. God has blessed me with flawless skin; even when I was a teen I would only get the occasional “period pimple” so I don’t need to use foundation, which is great, it saves me a few minutes in my routine.
With my make-up done, I go to change clothes. I take off the skirt and blouse I wore to work. Should I change undies, too? The bra and panty set I have on are cute, but the dress is off the shoulder, so I will need to change the bra into a strapless. I rummage through my undie drawer until I find a black bra and thong, no panty lines for me and I know the set will turn Brad on, if he gets to see them.
I hear the doorbell. Shit, I was hoping to be done before he got here. I switch panties first then bras, adjusting the girls so they sit just right in the bra. I throw the dress over my head. I still need to do something with my hair. Dashing back to the bathroom, I pull out a gold clip and pull up the sides of my hair, letting the back hang down my back. I take a final look in the mirror and notice I’m wearing the necklace Bobby gave me. Do I take it off? It signifies the commitment between us. Is it fair to wear it out on a date with Brad? And what does it mean if I do take it off? Am I saying my commitment to Bobby is over? That’s not what I want. Damn, what the hell do I do?
There’s a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Lisa!” Brad calls. “Are you almost ready?” I take the necklace off with the justification that the sapphire doesn’t really go with the print of the dress. I leave it on the counter and go out into the bedroom. I open the door on my way over to my jewelry box, “You can come in, I’m almost done.”
As I pull out a princess cut diamond solitaire necklace my mom gave me, I hear Brad’s intake of breath. “You’re gorgeous,” he says.
I turn back to him and he’s in khakis and a light blue dress shirt. His blonde hair looks like he’s been running his hands through it and damn if he isn’t a really fine specimen. I smile as I walk over to him turning my back, “Would you help me put this on?” I ask, handing him the necklace.
“S-sure,” he stumbles with the word as he drops the necklace in front of me. I pull my hair away from my neck to give him access. His hands move to my shoulders after the clasp is in place and he presses his mouth against my neck. A shiver runs up my spine. “God, you smell fantastic,” he murmurs against me. “Do we have to go out?”
I give him a little laugh as my eyes find his in the floor-length mirror opposite us. “I do need to eat,” I tell him. “I only had a soup for lunch.” We look good together. His light to my dark like we are polar opposites, but somehow it works.
He gives my neck one last kiss before straightening up. I still don’t have my shoes on so my head only comes to his shoulder; he’s a little over an inch taller than Bobby, but has a slighter build. While Bobby has a swimmer’s body, Brad’s looks more like a runner’s. He’s leaner, but his muscles are still defined from all his hard work out on the boats. There’s a tenseness around his eyes and I wonder if he is as nervous about this night as I am. Does the fact that Bobby is still in the dark about this weigh as heavy on him as me?
He releases my shoulders and takes a step back. “So what are you in the mood for, food wise?” I walk over to the bed and lean against it as I put on my shoes.
“I could go for seafood. Where do you suggest?” I know a few places I would like to go, but I want to see what he comes up with.
“How about Sayville House?” He proposes. Perfect place, Sayville House sits up on a hill on Montauk Highway. It is an old Victorian home which was converted into the restaurant that looks out over the inlet directly across the road where local fishermen dock at the fish market to unload their catches. The seafood is always fresh and the atmosphere is warm and cozy.
“That sounds good,” I smile grabbing my coat before moving towards him. “I haven’t been there in years, I hope it’s still as good as it used to be.”
He takes my coat and holds it for me. “Old man Felice retired a couple of years ago, but his son and daughter have been running it just fine without him.” He pulls my hair out of the back for me then takes my hand and we walk into the living room.
I can hear Jodi and John in the kitchen and I call out, “See you guys later.”
Jodi calls back, “Have fun!”
“Don’t keep her out too late Brad,” John laughs. “It’s a school night.”
“I promise to have her to bed early,” Brad yells back. Oh, I wonder which bed we’ll end up in.
Brad
Holding a normal conversation throughout dinner is hard enough, but Lisa knows something is off and she keeps asking me what it is. I lied and told her we were having trouble with getting parts for one of the engines and I had a fight with the manufacturer. Lisa’s not stupid, she knows little shit like delayed parts doesn’t get me riled. I’m hoping when we get back to her place I can have a chance to talk to Jodi. I really need her take on the situation.
I don’t lie to Lisa, I never have, but is omission a lie? If I tell her and Bobby comes back does that throw her right into his arms? If I don’t tell her and he doesn’t come back, when I do finally give her the letter will she be mad at me for holding out on her? Could I lose her because of it? All the scenarios have been rushing around my head since I read that damn letter. I should have told Arthur to fuck off the moment he handed them to me.
Bobby’s a dick for putting me in this situation, but maybe that is his game. How do I know that it’s for real? What if he really did realize that something changed between me and Lisa and this is his way of insuring that I cause my own downfall? If he comes back and tells Lisa he wrote her a letter and gave it to me and she thinks I held it from her on purpose she’ll never speak to me again. Then again if he is for real and I give it to her and he does come back what will happen then?
I’m totally lost in thought and jump when Lisa grabs my hand, “Brad you’re scaring me. Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” I look at her, she is the one thing that I’ve always wanted. The only thing that completes my life. Without her I would have drown in the mess that was my life at home when we were kids. She got me through it, she made me sane and I have to figure out what is best for her. “I just have something I need to work out. I can’t tell you yet and I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but I just have to figure this out on my own.” I squeeze her hand. “Just you being here with me is helping, really.” It’s a crock, but I need to tell her something or she will just keep pushing.
“Okay, I’ll let it go for now, but if you need to talk it through you know I’ll listen.” Her unconditional faith in me hurts. I feel like I’m betraying her by not telling her. I haven’t eaten much of my dinner, but I can’t stomach any more. The food is delicious, but my gut is clenched and putting food in it is just making me nauseous. I push my plate forward, “How about we get out of here and just go back to your place?”
“Sure, if it will make you feel better,” she says pushing her plate forward as well. I look to find our server and motion for the check.
He puts it down on our table. “Was there something wrong with your meal?” “No, it was great. I’m just not feeling well,” I say as I pull out the money to cover the cost. “Please tell George and Jenna that everything was awesome as usual.”
I stand up and offer my hand to Lisa and we make our way to the coat check. I help her on with hers and we walk out to the truck. As I’m opening her door she hugs me, “Brad, whatever it is we’ll work through it.” Her head is nuzzled to my neck as I wrap my arms around her holding her like she’s my lifeline. She is my lif
eline and I just have to figure out the best way to keep her.
“I’m sorry. This was a really shitty date,” I mumble against her hair, “I’ll try to put this shit out of my head for the rest of the night.” “I have a great idea,” she tells me.
“Whatever you want pretty girl,” I say. She looks up at me, “Let’s go to your place and snuggle in that huge overstuffed chair of yours and just watch a movie.” I have this chair that is almost a loveseat in my living room. When I went to buy furniture I saw a sofa I liked and was trying to imagine it in my place, so I sat down in this large matching arm chair and just sank in. I fell in love with that chair and had to have it. It can fit two people side by side if they don’t mind being squished, but it is just perfect for two people who want to snuggle. I’ve always pictured Lisa on my lap in that chair and to have her suggest it is like living out a fantasy.
I caress her cheek with my hand, “I think that’s a perfect idea.” I lean down and kiss her gently then guide her into the truck. I close the door and make my way around and get in. “So what do you want to watch? I don’t have any chick flicks,” I smirk at her.
“Well, I will have to peruse what you have before I make my choice,” she says in a sexy tone. God, this girl is going to drive me ape shit! My dick just got hard and all thoughts of Bobby and the letter are pushed back to the deep recess of my mind. The only thought I have now is how it’s going to feel to have her sitting on me in that chair, leaning back into me and how I’m going to finger fuck her as she watches whatever movie she chooses. My cock jumps at the thought. Yeah, this night just got better.
We get to my house and I leave her in the living room to pick whatever she wants from my DVD collection while I get us something to drink. I’m glad she didn’t follow me when I spot the letters sitting on the counter. How could I be so stupid to just leave them out? I hide them in a cabinet and grab a couple of beers from the fridge. I wouldn’t have had to make a decision if she had walked in here with me. I’m sure she knows what Bobby’s writing looks like and she would have grabbed them before I could have stopped her. Shit! Now I’m thinking about them again.
Before I can get too engrossed in my thoughts Lisa is taking the beers out of my hands and leading me to the chair.
“You have to sit down and close your eyes,” she says pushing me down. “I don’t want you to know what I picked until it starts.” Her playfulness breaks the hold the letters have on me and I concede to her wishes wondering what she could have possibly found in my collection that would cause this. She settles herself in my lap, “No peeking,” she whispers in my ear. My erection is coming back and I slip my arms around her hugging her to me.
“I’ll be good, I swear.” But the promise that has just left my mouth has nothing to do with the stupid movie and everything to do with what I want to do to her. I want to make her come so hard that she will never want to leave me. I let my fingers find the underside of her breasts and slowly brush back and forth.
“None of that yet,” she scolds as she pushes my hand down. “Well, I need a distraction to keep me occupied,” I tell her as my mouth finds her earlobe and I suck it in. I feel the shiver down her whole body.
I can feel her moving her arms in front of her, putting down the remotes on the side table, then she turns her head and whispers against my mouth, “You can look now.” In an instant, her lips are against mine and I really don’t care what movie she’s picked.
A song cuts through the fog that her kiss has created, Love is a Many Splendor Thing, and I know exactly what movie she chose. I hear Danny and Sandy talking on the beach and I lift my mouth from hers as I laugh, “Grease?”
“I was feeling nostalgic,” she laughs turning around to watch. Lisa played Rizzo in high school and she rocked it. I can still remember her in the tight black jeans and “Pink Ladies” jacket. She was the hottest thing in the play and I swear every guy in school must have asked her out after that. She, of course, turned them all down since she was seeing Steve at the time, but she did tell me she had a few second thoughts when the captain of the football team showed interest. Lisa could have ridden the fame into the “in” crowd, but she was never one to look for that. She just wanted a few close friends and saw popularity as a bunch of fake elitists.
We both mouth the lines, since we’ve watched this movie hundreds of times, and she sings along with all the songs. I don’t have a great singing voice and I know it so I abstain from making her ears bleed. When the song "There Are Worse Things I Could Do" comes on she sings with such heart tears come to my eyes and I have to hold her closer. I always thought that Lisa would be a great performer on Broadway if she chose to do that, but she always said she wouldn’t do well with fame. Lisa is the type of person that has to be the best at what she does so if she did pursue that career I know she would have been famous in no time.
She had picked the perfect movie to get me out of the mood I was in. There is no way I could not have fun watching this with her. When the last scene came on and Danny and Sandy are taking off into the clouds in the convertible Lisa turns around and straddles me and says in her sexiest voice, “So tell me about it, stud.”
I pull her in and grind my mouth against hers, plunging my tongue inside to taste her. My hands find her hips and press her against my hard cock moaning into her as she whimpers a response. I move my hands to her knees pressed on either side of me and work my way up, relishing the soft feel of her skin. When I realize she’s wearing a thong and her bare ass is in my hands I can feel the pre-cum seeping from the head of my dick. I need to be inside this woman and I don’t care at this point if Bobby comes home or if he knows that she wants to be with me. I need to stake my claim on her and the consequences be damned. Her hands are busy opening the buttons of my shirt while our tongues are still locked in a battle for dominance. I slip one finger down over her puckered hole pausing for a second before moving further down to feel the wetness of her pussy. She lifts her ass to give me better access while keeping her pelvic bone pressed against my cock. Her hands run up and down my chest and she stops at my nipples and scrapes her nails across them. My balls pull up tight and I am seconds away from coming in my pants. I break the kiss and look at her, both of us panting, “I need you, Lisa, all of you. Please.”
She nods, “Yes, Brad.” I have no idea how I stood up with her still around me, but I did it. Her legs loosened and I gently placed her on the floor making sure she could stand.
“Come upstairs with me,” I said grabbing her hand. I lead her up to my bedroom and by the time we are there I feel more in control. I am determined to make this good for her and not blow my load before she is satisfied.
When we are standing next to my bed I pull off her dress and the site of her standing there in her lingerie takes my breath away. “You are perfect,” I tell her. She undoes the last few buttons of my shirt and pushes it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor.
“So are you,” she says while looking at my chest licking her lips like she wants a taste. Her hands move to my belt which she undoes and her hands brush over my cock as she works on my pants. It jerks in response and she graces me with a knowing smile. When my pants are around my ankles she reaches back and releases the clasps of her bra, letting them join the pile on the floor. She is magnificent and I can’t wait any longer. I pick her up and place her in the middle of the bed. I climb on and her legs open to fit me between them.
Bracing myself on my elbows above her so I don’t crush her with my weight I kiss her with all the passion I feel. Her legs entangle with mine and I feel the wetness of her little lace thong dampening my underwear. Her hand finds my hair and she yanks it back to end the kiss, “I need you inside me now, Brad. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
My hands find the sides of her thong and I pull hard, ripping it off her. Then I push down my underwear until my cock is free. I position myself at her opening and look back into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Brad, please,” and with one thru
st I am buried in her soft wet channel. She is perfect. Just being inside of her without moving, my cock starts jerking and my balls are tightening. I close my eyes and try to think of something besides the feel of her surrounding my cock. I pull back slowly because if I go at the pace my body wants to I won’t last more than a minute. It is excruciating to leave her and she whimpers like the loss of my cock is having the same effect on her. She grabs my ass and pulls me back into her, and angles herself up to meet my thrust. She is quivering around me like she is close to her own release, “Faster, harder, Brad.”
I can’t hold back any longer, I pound into her again and again. She meets me each time and she is moaning my name. I capture her mouth with mine and she sucks on my tongue in time with my thrusts. I brace one of my palms next to her and push the other arm under her hips to get a better angle. When I do that she just comes apart in my arms. “Brad, I’m coming,” she screams and I feel her shudder around me. I stroke twice more and succumb to my own orgasm which I feel throughout my whole body.
As the tremors subside I find her mouth with mine and kiss her gently. I wait until her breathing evens out before I lean back and look into her beautiful eyes, “I love you, Lisa.”
“I love you, too, Brad,” she tells me before pulling me back down for another kiss.
I roll to the side pulling her up close to me and she throws her arm and leg over me. “Please, stay with me tonight,” I say.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says yawning.
“Sleep, pretty girl, I love you.” I pull the covers up over us and let myself join her in sleep.