by TL Travis
He is taken aback. “I’m sorry, I’m drinking wine with you and I’ll have dessert when you’re ready.” Then he shoots me his killer smile. He has got to be a player.
Dessert consists of crème brûlée topped with fresh raspberries and powdered sugar. There is a can of whipped cream on the counter which triggers impure thoughts, and I flush. Trying to hide it, I rise to start clearing the dishes when he jumps up so quickly I feel wind whip past me. “Sit down, you’re my guest.”
“It’s rude to eat at someone’s house and not help with the dishes.”
He backs down and lets me help. While we are loading the dishwasher, I take the opportunity to strike up a conversation. “So, what do you have planned for tonight?”
“I thought we could watch a movie or sit and talk, try to catch up.”
Well, we’ve already had our tongues crammed down each other’s throats, so I guess we should get to know each other better before we pass the point of no return.
After finishing up in the kitchen, we move to the living room. His living room is kind of plain, but the furniture looks really comfy. It is decorated much as his room is, black leather sofa, matching loveseat and sitting chair. He has one of those black leather ottomans that serves as a coffee table and a huge TV mounted above the fireplace with speakers installed in the ceiling.
We sit down at opposite ends of the couch. It is as comfy as it looks, but neither of us says anything for a few minutes. He is the first to break the awkward silence. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
I have so many unanswered questions. “I would rather talk.” Silence returns so I take it upon myself to strike it back up. “So, where have you been since seventh grade?”
“You would be amazed. I’ve traveled extensively with my parents, visiting numerous countries. After they took me out of public school, I was home schooled and actually graduated early. I was fifteen when I received my high school diploma.”
“Wow, that’s quite impressive.” We’re the same age, he has a house and I’m assuming a good job to pay for it. Yet here I sit, unable to choose a college. Well, that kicks my inferiority complex into high gear. His life seems far more interesting than mine so I press on. “What countries have you been to?”
“Spain, Italy, France, Bulgaria, and India to name a few.”
“I’ve never been out of the US. Which was your favorite?”
“Italy, Tuscany to be specific. The land is beautiful, the sights are amazing, and the people are warm and welcoming. It’s a place I could see myself living in.”
I was right, his life is far more interesting than mine, but I still have many unanswered questions. “From what I remember, you were an only child, right?”
“Yes.”
Well, at least we have one thing in common.
“What do your parents do for a living?”
“They’re Elders on the Council.”
“Oh, at your church?” I ask.
“Well, not exactly a church so to speak, but something similar.”
“Do they still live in Michigan?”
“They have houses in many places, but spend most of their time in Bulgaria.”
“I thought church work didn’t pay well?”
He snickers. “It really isn’t a church, Jess.”
Before I can say anything else he continues, “I’m sort of a, um, Prince. It’s expected that I carry on the ancestral legacy and rule from our council seat in Bulgaria.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, did he call himself a Prince? Don’t they usually have like, entire countries that they rule and live in castles with moats?
Nervously, we sit looking around when our eyes meet and before I know it, we are locked in an out of control, hormone raging suck face fest that defies all laws of physics.
His right hand is on the back of my neck, holding me in place while his left hand is trolling for the hem of my shirt. He is kissing my face, my neck, my shoulder and I want so much more. Every inch of me screams YES! My hands are all over him, I’m all but ripping the buttons off his shirt. I reach for his belt, swiftly undoing it and sliding it out, pulling his pants down. His member is huge, not that I have any experience in that category, but my fingers don’t close around it. David is well endowed, making me want to feel him inside me even more.
At this point my clothes are already lying in a pile on the floor. Not sure how that happened but I don’t really care. His tongue is savoring my breasts, his mouth consuming my nipples while his hands stroke my inner thighs. His mouth slowly makes its way down as his finger slides inside. Gasping, I arch my back. He slides another finger in before his velvet tongue finds its way inside. I’m reaching the breaking point and I’m not ready for this to end.
Gathering my wits, I decide to turn the table by performing my first oral exam, having only watched it on internet porn, which he graciously accepts. I slide off the couch, kneeling in front of him, taking his erection in my hand. Watching his face, I move my hand up and down his shaft. His eyes intently stare into mine as I wrap my lips around the head, swirling my tongue around it. He bends over, reaching down, fingering me. As the tension mounts, his fingers dive deeper, faster as I climax moaning with his dick in my mouth. The vibrations force his release.
“Jess, I’m going to come.”
I’m not going to stop. He lays back against the couch, thrusting into my mouth, filling my throat with his juices. I swallow, sliding my lips up the length and off as he groans.
When all is said and done, we nervously put our clothes on, taking seats on opposite ends of the couch. I look down at my lap twiddling my thumbs, mostly because I’m embarrassed about what just happened. Third base on a first date is not very lady like, but I couldn’t control myself.
“Why are you really here David?” I ask.
He moves next to me, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. “I’m here because of you. I want us to be together. You are all I’ve ever thought about.”
I sit there, staring at him blankly. I don’t know how to respond, but I do realize asking if we are dating would be stupid because he pretty much summed that up with his answer. But being female, I need to hear it from him. “Um, does this mean we’re dating?”
He grins like the Cheshire cat. “You’ve been my only girlfriend since kindergarten, mi Amor.” Then his lips meet mine.
The time spent in his arms is far too short. Releasing his hold on me he says, “It’s almost five a.m. Amor, you probably need to get home. Do you work tomorrow?”
“Yes, but I don’t get off until ten. Shit, oh my God I’m so sorry, but I forgot to check in with my dad. He’s going to be furious.”
“Can I see you after work?”
“Yes, providing my father doesn’t kill me first.”
“Think about what you would like to do, and then we will do it.” He stands up taking me by the hand and walking me to the door. He draws me into his arms kissing me with such intensity I tremble. “Hmmm, I guess I better work on that,” he says.
My face flushes, boy I’m glad my out of control hormones delight him.
I’m going to be in so much trouble. My parents are going to freak. I better think of something quick because this time I won’t get off as easily.
Sure enough, there is a nasty note waiting for me on the front door in my lovely mother’s handwriting:
Jess, enough is enough, your father and I have been worried sick. There will be a family meeting tonight when you get home from work!
Family meeting? Great, there goes my night with David. What does she know about family? I tear the note down and go inside, sprinting upstairs to put on my thinking cap. With some genius, I might be able to get out of this. Maybe if I leave them a polite, apologetic note, they might let it slide. I give it a whirl and write on the backside of the note:
Mom and Dad,
I’m so sorry. I went to the library after work to do some research on colleges and careers. Afterwards, I went to Denny’s to get some coffee and read through the b
ooks I checked out. Again, I’m so sorry, but when I looked at the clock it was two a.m. and I didn’t want to wake you. I have to work today until ten so I won’t be home until after you’ve gone to bed because I’m going to the library to return the books I borrowed. I love you and all is fine, Jess
I place it on the kitchen table, contemplating sealing it in blood, but decide against that. Instead I choose to go upstairs to take a quick shower and crawl into bed.
This evening’s dream is quick, more like a vision consisting of David kissing my forehead saying, “Until tomorrow, mi Amor.”
I love the way Mi Amor rolls off his tongue. It sounds so sensual and it makes me smile, but how does he keep getting into my head?
Chapter 6
Waking late with little time to get ready for work, I hop into a pair of jeans that are on the floor, trusting they’re clean. After pulling on my signature T-shirt accoutrement, I pull my hair into a ponytail and dash out the door. I’m halfway to work before remembering David wants to go out. Hopefully he’s game for hanging out at home.
Arriving at work, I walk into our boss Mr. Davis sending Cole home sick. The store doesn’t appear to be busy so it shouldn’t be too bad with Leah and I closing alone. Mr. Davis asks if we want him to come back and help, which we quickly decline in unison. I shoot David a text to see if he will meet me here to make sure we get to our cars safely. That request is more selfish than for safety purposes, knowing I would get to see him sooner.
Around eight thirty my phone started vibrating. I pull it out of my pocket so fast it damn near launches across the room. Butterflies invade my stomach as I read David’s name on my phone screen.
I’m in the back shutting the machines down while Leah is up front balancing out the night’s transactions. “Mmm mmm, would I like to get me a piece of that.” I turn to see what Leah is talking about when I spot David outside. He turns and winks at me, flashing his drop dead gorgeous smile.
“Girl, are you getting an eyeful of that candy, I wonder if he’s single?” she sings.
An unfamiliar emotion rears its ugly head. “He’s not single. That’s my boyfriend David,” I spit before the reality of what I said sinks in and thank God that David didn’t hear me.
Her face turns red as a twizzler. It takes all I have not to laugh.
We finish up and walk outside to lock the front door when David comes up from behind, sweeping me off my feet, kissing me. After regaining my composure, I turn to make introductions, “Leah, this is my boyfriend David.”
I look at him to make sure I’m not overstepping with the ‘boyfriend’ comment. Based upon the grin he has I am good to go. I turn back to Leah whose mouth is gaping open like a freaking idiot. David shakes her hand, snapping her back to reality and then we walk her to her car.
With Leah safely tucked away, we make our way to mine. He pins me against it, kicking off a game of tonsil hockey. After several breathless moments, he pulls back whispering, “Race you to my house,” and takes off for his car.
Some race, my poor little VW Bug versus his shiny new BMW. What a gorgeous car, black on black with limo tint windows. I’m so not a normal chick, as I have a thing for fast cars. Lady Luck is on our side having not run into any cops on the way home. My dad would have blown a gasket if I got a ticket. Speaking of Dad, I better text him before I forget…again:
Just got off work. Don’t wait up. Out with friends. Jess
No sooner had I exited my car, when he presents himself beside me, sliding his hand in mine. He must have been hiding in the bushes because there is no way he could have reached me that fast otherwise.
Securing the front door behind us, we lock in another hormonally charged collision. David pulls back shortly thereafter. “I made a snack for you.”
Man, I could really get used to being spoiled. All of this attention is awakening a new hunger.
A little snack he said, it is a full-blown picnic spread out on a blanket in the living room. Huge strawberries dipped in dark chocolate, plump red grapes, crackers with a block of some sort of cheese. Off to the side, a bottle of wine is chilling. He gestures for me to sit. “Mi Amor, get comfortable.”
Why do I get goofy every time he says that to me?
We slide into place on the blanket as he feeds me. Is this really happening or is it just a dream? If it’s a dream, please don’t wake me. Seductively, he slides the tip of a chocolate covered strawberry across my lips, removing the chocolate left behind with his tongue, and then slides it into my mouth. It is so sensual and so very…wow.
Running his fingertips along the exposed skin of my forearm, my nipples pebble with intense ferocity. His lips make their way to my ear, and then wander down my neck. He guides me onto my back, taunting my desires by vigorously kneading my breasts and sucking my hardened nubs. I arch my back forcing my nipples deeper into the warmth of his mouth.
He places my hand on his engorged arousal. “Feel what you do to me?”
I unbutton his pants, watching his face as I slowly slide the zipper down. His boxers tent as I stroke his erection through them before freeing his hardened member. How long I’ve waited to become a woman, never willing or wanting to go past third base with any man, until now.
Skimming the rim of my jeans with his fingertips, he licks his way down to my navel as he one-handedly slides my jeans and panties down. “Do you want me to stop, Amor?”
My groan is a definitive NO.
Toying with the tuft of hair between my thighs, his finger slides horizontally between my moistened lips, parting them as he delicately guides his finger inside. His devilish tongue ravishes my clit. I’m not sure how much more I can endure before reaching full volcanic eruption. I want to yell ‘fuck me,’ needing to feel him inside, but he’s already past the point of no return and I’m in no position to waste a fantastic orgasm by stopping him. In my dream state, I lay there, breathlessly moaning, and once I’m fully satiated I fall asleep in his arms.
David awakens me with tender kisses to my forehead, temple and then my lips. Letting me know it is time to come back to reality so I can head home. We stand, dressing before he walks me to the door where we reluctantly say our goodbyes.
After I get home, I take a nice hot shower, taming the beast within that gets released every time David’s near. While in the shower I hear my text alert, it is David;
See you tonight?
Absolutely, I get off at ten.
Meet you in the parking lot.☺
Giddy up!
Things proceed this way for well over a month, seeing each other every night, never going past third base and trust me, my body is screaming for a home run. Much to my dismay, it is at this point that my father catches on, cornering me one night as I am leaving.
“Tell me, Jess, what’s his name?”
“Uh, David.”
His face portrays his disgust with the situation. “How did you meet him?”
“Um, funny you should ask. I’ve actually known him since kindergarten.”
The look he gives me reminds me of the way my dogs look when they turn their heads back and forth in confusion.
“Alright, Jess, spill it,” Dad demands.
Here goes nothing. “Do you remember David Cordova from grade school in Michigan?”
Arms fold. “Vaguely.”
“You have to remember him. It was always the three of us – Maura, David, and I until he moved at the end of seventh grade,” I plead.
The inquiry continues, “How did you run into him and in Arizona of all places?”
Well, I can’t tell my dad he was stalking me, because to tell you the truth, I’m still not totally keen on that myself, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, “I ran into him at the mall, he’s out here visiting ASU. He’s thinking of taking classes there this fall.”
That response seems to please my dad as the scowl on his face subsides. “Well then, we should go to dinner while he’s here. Do you know how long he’s in town for?”
; Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that question either. “I don’t know, but I’ll ask him next time I see him.”
“Oh, like you weren’t headed that way now?” He questions.
Busted…
The mere thought of subjecting David to my mother does not thrill me. Personally, I refuse to spend any more time with her than I have to, but my dad asks so little of me that it would be foolish to decline his invite. I’m certain she’ll find a way to be the center of attention while belittling me which is not my idea of a good time.
As I think this conversation is ending he presses on, “Jess, I know you get off around seven on Saturday so why don’t you see if David wants to meet us at Mario’s around eight?”
Shit, now there’s no way out. I shake my head ‘yes’ and take off out the front door as quickly as my little legs can take me, hoping to end this inquisition. I text the bad news to David, but much to my dismay it seems to please him.
I would love to meet your parents.
Well, fuck…
***
Saturday night comes far too fast for my liking. After rushing home from work, I fumble through my wardrobe looking for something to wear, settling on jeans with a lacey short-sleeved top and a pair of sandals. My nerves are shot, I have no idea what my mom is going to say or how horrifically she will act. My dad met Luke once, but it was at a school function so it was quick and painless with no time to talk, unlike tonight. I am beyond nervous worrying about the grilling that is about to commence.
Promptly at eight, David arrives meeting us at the entrance. He shakes my father’s hand. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Cartright.”
“It’s nice to see you as well, David, please call me Tom.”
David shifts his attention to my mother throwing out his most charming smile. She stands there grinning like a brainless oaf. He extends his hand waiting for her to reciprocate. Once he realizes she isn’t going to, he completes the process for her.
“It’s nice to see you, Mrs. Cartright.”
She snaps to with a jolt. “Ah, nice to see you too, David.”
My parents walk ahead of us as the hostess leads us to our table. David holds my hand all the way. The coldness of his touch doesn’t bother me in the least, but I do find it odd. As we get to the table, David pulls the chair out for me and my mother takes note that gesture, choosing to stand there glaring at my dad, waiting for him to extend her the same courtesy. It takes my dad a few seconds before the message is received. Once all are seated, she continues shooting daggers at him.