They went to the Loews theater downtown and watched a period piece, something Gabriel would never do with her. They rode the Duck tour like tourists. Sally showed Dominick her favorite gilded antique dishes at Devonia on Charles Street. He surprised her with a gold-rimmed teacup and saucer set in light mint-green, hand-painted with peacock feathers.
She showed him her favorite corners to research in the Boston library where they laughed at funny titles much to the chagrin of silent patrons. She took him to a tucked away bakery in Allston where they ate buttery croissants, and they devoured Indian food in Brookline. She liked red curry. He liked yellow. They both disliked the minty green stuff on the naan bread.
At night, they rented foreign films from the video store on Charles Street, which they watched from her daybed. The last night before he had to leave, they watched Bride and Prejudice, a vibrant Indian version of the Jane Austen classic. Sally loved the Indian actress’s exotic blue eyes and how the actors sang and danced throughout the movie while they kept true to the storyline.
Dominick held Sally as they watched the wedding scene. He caressed her auburn tresses. “I’ve never felt so content,” he told Sally. “I wish I could stay longer in Boston. But my family expects me to return on time and handle their prospects and investments.”
Sensing a familiar feeling, Sally murmured into Dominick’s chest, “I don’t want you to go either, but I understand.” How fast the time had flown by. Dominick had to leave early in the morning, and for the first time in a long time, Sally had not even thought about Gabriel for the past several days.
“I don’t want to leave you, Sally,” declared Dominick as he kissed the top of her head.
Sally breathed in pure joy and looked up into Dominick’s dark blue eyes. “I’m going to miss you,” she admitted. And they kissed with a fervor that knocked the remote control off the bed. They had only held each other until the early mornings when Dominick would head back to the Square while she wrote. But tonight would be different. They had to take something more from each before he left.
“Let me make love to you,” Dominick said to Sally. He had been a gentleman the whole week.
Sally knew she would regret it if she refused him. So she let Dominick slowly remove her black chiffon top one little button at a time. She loved how beautiful his strong hands were, how he touched her so delicately as if she were glass.
Dominick pushed down the little black camisole strap and kissed a little freckle on her shoulder. “You smell like roses, my sweet Sally,” he told her. Sally was so petite, he made sure not to put his full weight on her. Not yet. He cupped one of her breasts, and a rosy nipple popped out over Sally’s black camisole. Dominick suckled it like sweet candy and made Sally moan.
Sally relished the feeling of Dominick’s mouth and his body against hers. She arched her back into him, and he pulled his shirt over his head. She blinked twice to make sure she was seeing his six-pack abs, and she ran her hands over his taut stomach. Dominick smiled in appreciation of her approval and led her hand down to his hard, ready cock.
Sally gasped when she held Dominick’s large cock in her hand. Dominick smiled. A pearl of excitement weeped for her from his cock’s bulbous head.
Surprised that Dominick did not want her to pleasure him first, Sally let him suckle again on her nipples. He kneaded her breasts and kissed her stomach. He licked her navel while she ran her fingers through his hair. Then he pulled off her jean skirt and kissed the moist crotch of her lavender underwear. “Oh, Dominick,” moaned Sally. She yearned to feel his dick inside of her wet cunt.
Dominick spread the crotch of her panties to the side and lapped up the glistening dew of her feminine core. He slowly ate her pussy and licked her like ice cream melting in his mouth. Sally’s hips rose to his attentive mouth as he looked up at her with satisfaction in his eyes.
Dominick took turns licking and sucking on Sally’s nub and inserted a finger into her warm and slick slit. He gently pumped her while enticing her more with his mouth. Sally arched her back from the intense bliss. She had never felt this much pleasure in her entire life. Dominick looked up at her, her head thrown back in euphoria from the waves of bliss building within her.
Just when Sally felt like she might explode, she begged Dominick, “Please. I need you now.”
Dominick responded obediently and pulled off his boxer briefs, He slowly lowered himself atop her. She had already told him that she had put on weight from being on the pill, but he relished her little curves and held her cushy bottom. He looked deeply into her eyes, squeezed her ass, and said, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Sally felt complete bliss as he entered his engorged cock into her wet pussy. At first, Dominick moved slowly inside of her so that she could adjust and feel every inch of him. With each loving, gentle thrust, Sally’s vagina stretched to accommodate his generous size.
Sally moved her hips in response to the gentle prodding as Dominick ever-so-slowly fucked her. She could tell he wanted this to be the best lovemaking she had ever had. He patiently built within her a need for more of him. All the while, Dominick kissed her mouth passionately and tenderly. His tongue enticed hers in a dance as he pumped his cock into her cunt.
He glided in-and-out of her silky slit, then prodded, and thrust hard! “That’s it, darling. Take it,” Dominick encouraged Sally. Oh, how wonderful it felt to Sally, this rhythm Dominick built within her. Like a conductor of a symphony, he built their crescendo. Then he whispered in her ear, “I love you, all of you.” And Sally felt her pulsing climax from deep within as her pussy clamped repeatedly around Dominick’s cock. She felt his dick throb in her cunt as they rode each wave of pleasure until the ebbing tide drifted them into sleep.
* * * *
Dominick and Sally wanted to save the trouble of having to go to the airport at 4:00 a.m., so they had agreed he would just say good-bye in the morning before she began her writing.
Dominick hesitantly crawled out of bed and made Sally coffee just the way she liked it. “Here you go. All sweet, like you,” said Dominick as he gave her a cup.
Sally gave him a lingering kiss. “Thank you.” She sipped her coffee and turned on her computer.
“Don’t forget to write about me,” joked Dominick. He massaged Sally’s shoulders.
“I won’t forget you,” said Sally. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry. Life was crazy. You meet somebody special and they are either unavailable or have to leave.
“I will call you. Here’s my number.” Dominick handed her a sugar packet with his number on it. “You can call me any time zone you want, Sally.”
Sally smiled. “You’re sweet.” She kissed Dominick and they hugged each other tight.
“I’ll see you again soon. No good-byes, okay, love?” said Dominick. Sally knew he had to get out of there quick and back to the Square to get his luggage. They had agreed not to tell Gabriel about them.
“Okay. Be safe,” said Sally.
Dominick blew her a final kiss before heading out the main door.
Afterward, Sally’s immediate instinct was to call Kimmie. However, a sadness crept over her that made her lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling. Her ceiling became the sky as Dominick traveled back to South Africa. Oh, why does he have to live so far away?
If only she could fly as free as a bird, she would travel with him. Panic started to set in. What if she never saw him again? Wait. His last words reminded her they would see each other soon. She loved how he knew just what to say.
And then Sally curled unto her side into a fetal position on the floor and let the tears fall, unabashedly.
Chapter Thirteen
“Wow,” Kimmie said after Sally gave her a summary of the week she had spent with Dominick.
Sally smiled and ate a marinated tomato salad at their favorite haunt. A week had passed since Dominick had left, and she had already received a beautiful postcard from him. He had written that she was his chere. The postcard depicted outlines of a lone tree and a giraf
fe, black images against a dazzling red South African sunset.
“Sounds like Dominick royally fucked you. So long Gabriel,” announced Kimmie. She clanked her glass of sangria against Sally’s.
“So now will you tell me how Mark proposed?” asked Sally, anxious to hear Kimmie’s news.
“Okay. I just didn’t want to hog the show, you know?” Kimmie said sarcastically. Sally had admitted that Dominick thought Kimmie was a bit self-centered. Sally knew it wouldn’t hurt Kimmie to hear it, since she really liked hearing reminders to stay grounded.
“You did good. Thank you for letting me share with you. Now tell me!” insisted Sally.
“Well…we were at the Aquarium and Mark started fumbling in his pocket again when we got to the penguins.”
Sally shook her head.
“I know,” Kimmie continued. “And as the penguins were sliding and waddling around, a baby started wailing right by us.”
“Oh, no,” Sally shook her head again.
“So I suggested we leave and go to Finale for desert.”
“Great suggestion!” replied Sally.
“After we finished eating, he asked me. He told me he had forgotten his wallet and gave me the tab. I opened the credit card holder and bam! There was a 1930’s vintage two-carat ring. Even your diamond man Dominick would be impressed, right?” said Kimmie as she showed off the ring to Sally.
“It is absolutely gorgeous,” admitted Sally. “So when’s the big day?” Sally asked anxiously.
“We are thinking October, before it gets cold as shit. And you’ll be my maid of honor, of course. Okay?”
“Sure.” Sally laughed.
“You will never guess where we want to go for our honeymoon.”
“Where?”
“Go on, you have to guess.”
“Paris?”
“Yes!” Kimmie smiled with glee.
“Oh, my God. Please, take me with you.”
“Mark is such a penny pincher. He won’t even let me take Fluffy and we have to travel coach.” Kimmie frowned.
Fluffy was Kimmie’s gray Persian kitty. Why is she thinking of taking that cat on an international flight to her honeymoon?
“I don’t feel sorry for you,” Sally reminded Kimmie.
“Whateva. No French toiletries for you then.”
Sally shook her fork at Kimmie. “You’re crossing the line,” she warned.
“How about some chocolate croissants?” offered Kimmie.
“Do you have to go through customs?”
“I don’t think so. Last time I was with the camera crew, they let us models right past customs.”
“But of course,” Sally said sarcastically. “‘Us models.’”
Kimmie smiled. “Aw, I missed you, Sal.”
Chapter Fourteen
Dominick checked the time and rang Sally’s number.
“Hello?” answered Sally. She had just gotten out of the shower.
“Hullo. Sally, it’s me, Dominick.”
“Dominick! How are you?” Sally did a little happy dance in her towel, which fell to the floor. She plopped on her bed naked and talked.
“I’m great. Miss you, darling. Why haven’t you called?” said Dominick. “I was beginning to worry you had lost my number or forgotten me already.
“I wanted to give you time to settle in.” Sally had taken that advice from Kimmie, who demanded Sally not act desperate and let the guy come to her. So many times Sally had wanted to call Dominick. She had his number memorized.
“Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” said Dominick.
“Hey, you want to hear something interesting?” Sally said with an enticing voice.
“What’s that?” asked Dominick.
“I am naked right now,” Sally murmured. She tapped into her inner Kimmie.
“Oh, really? I like that.” Dominick felt a tightening in his groin. Images of Sally’s body flashed through his mind. “Shall I do the same?”
“If you don’t have a client,” said Sally.
“Not at the moment. Just give me a minute, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” said Sally. She bit her lip. She had never had phone sex before but thought it might be a prerequisite skill for such a long-distance relationship.
Dominick got up and locked his door. He called out to his secretary, “No calls, Nadia.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Nadia, who was busy playing an app on her Smartphone.
“Sally?” asked Dominick. He removed his tie and unzipped his pants. He released his already swollen cock.
“I’m still here, still naked,” replied Sally.
“Oh, good. I really like this side of you, Sally,” approved Dominick.
“Are you naked, too?”
“Well, to be honest, I’m still at the office, but the part that matters is naked.”
“Can I touch it?” asked Sally. She felt unsure about what to say, but Kimmie’s background phone noise had inadvertently given her pointers over the years.
“Yes, you can touch it all you want.” Dominick closed his eyes and stroked his cock. “Now I want you to be a good girl and touch yourself.”
“Okay,” replied Sally. She lay back unto her pillows. She petted her pussy, already wet from the sound of Dominic’s deep, velvet voice.
“You feel so amazing. I love your body, Sally,” murmured Dominick. “I am squeezing your breasts and fucking your cunt so sweetly.”
“I love your dick inside me. I am creaming all over your cock, Dominick,” admitted Sally. She enjoyed the warm tingle and building need their conversation already elicited.
“That’s right, baby. Talk dirty to me. I am fucking your sweet pussy right now,” said Dominick. “You feel so good and tight. I want to come inside you but not yet. I want you to come first.”
“Oh, Dominick,” murmured Sally. “Keep talking,” moaned Sally as she touched herself and thought of him. She loved how he talked to enhance her pleasure.
“Sweetheart, you were made for me,” moaned Dominick as he stroked his cock. “I only want my cock inside you and nobody else. You’re mine. All mine. I am fucking you, in-and-out, in-and-out. You feel so good.”
“Yes, I am all yours, Dominick.” Sally mimicked Dominick’s verbal in-and-outs with her left fingers as she touched her clitoris with her right.
“Can you come for me, darling?” asked Dominick. His breathing heavy, he tried to control his orgasm while keeping Sally on the line.
“Yes,” obeyed Sally. She imagined his cock thrusting hard inside of her and felt her vagina climaxing around her fingers. She moaned and gasped, “Oh!”
“I love you so much,” replied Dominick.
“I love you, too. I want you to come for me,” insisted Sally.
“Ah…” Dominick moaned as he came. Sally remembered how blissful Dominick’s dick felt spurting inside her and she came again as she hit some wrong buttons.
Dominick heard the beeping sounds, which brought him back to his senses. He quickly grabbed some sanitizer and Kleenex from his desk.
“Dominick? You there?” asked Sally, pleased she could still have such an effect on Dominick so many miles away.
“Yes, that was amazing. Please, do call more often,” insisted Dominick.
Chapter Fifteen
“Jut out your hip to the left and put your hand behind your head. Elbows out,” directed the photographer to Kimmie. She was wearing a black bandeau bra and boy shorts for her shoot.
Kimmie kept posing until her much-needed break. Then she got the call.
“Kimmie?”
“Sal?”
“I fell in the bathroom, and I can’t walk,” squeaked Sally.
“What? Tell me you’re joking,” said Kimmie, alarmed at the thought of bodily injury.
“I’m not joking. I had phone sex with Dominick and took another shower. Well, I slipped on the wet floor of my stupid tiny bathroom. I thought it might be just a sprain. But it hurts like hell to put my weight on it. I thought of calling Domini
ck back, but what good would that have done with him so far away? It is so embarrassing. I am broken…and naked.”
“What the…? This is not even funny. Except that you had phone sex and fell out.” Kimmie covered the phone as she cackled. “I’m so sorry, Sal.”
“I’m serious, Kimmie. I would call an ambulance, but I’m naked. I need your help getting dressed. Can you come over?”
“Just wait right there. No need for an ambulance. I’m coming, Sal. OK. I got my key,” said Kimmie. The thought of her friend in such pain horrified her.
Sally felt relieved she had given Kimmie a spare key to her place. Kimmie showed up in a taxi that waited outside for them while Kimmie helped get a dress on Sally. She let Sally lean on her as they hobbled outside of the apartment and climbed into the taxi. The taxi went down the hill to the MGH emergency room.
“Thank you so much, Kimmie. Still cheaper than an ambulance,” said Sally, after Kimmie insisted on paying the fare.
“What are you going to do about the insurance?” asked Kimmie.
“Don’t worry about it. I got some saved up in case of an injury,” reassured Sally.
After spending twenty minutes in the waiting room, a nurse provided a wheelchair for Sally and rolled her over to a holding room. Kimmie accompanied her friend and made grimacing faces.
“What’s wrong, Kimmie?” asked Sally.
“You know I hate hospitals. So many germs,” said Kimmie.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Collins. So what happened?” The extremely good-looking doctor opened the curtain of the holding room and took a look at Sally’s leg. Kimmie’s interest immediately piqued.
“Hello, doctor. I am Kimmie Jones, and this is my injured friend Sally Rubino,” announced Kimmie. She held out her hand for the good doctor.
Dr. Collins smiled and shook Kimmie’s hand with mutual interest. “I can see your poor friend here has a swollen ankle,” he observed.
“Yes, she fell in the bathroom,” continued Kimmie. Sally looked at Kimmie knowingly as Kimmie continued hitting on the doctor. “It happened approximately an hour ago.”
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