Chapter 9
Yasmin
The day flew by even though I expected it to drag. I went and got waxed with Candi. She tried to convince me to visit the sex shop but I reminded her that I am not the kind of girl who can just walk into one of those places and be comfortable. I eventually convinced her to back off, but had to promise to give her some details of my date. I stressed the word some with her, because I want to keep things for myself.
Work was good too. We had a pretty steady stream of customers and a good amount of internet orders today. I felt like I could breathe. I am extra happy about that because I don’t want to be stressed when Scott gets here. I have chicken baking in the oven and rice and veggies cooking on the stove. I stopped by Drago Sisters Bakery and picked up a variety of treats for dessert. Now, I just have to figure out what to wear.
I don’t want to be too dressy, but I can’t be in a t-shirt and jeans. Well, I guess I could. I mean, Scott was in a stained t-shirt, jeans and those sexy glasses when I went to his place. But, I want to put in some effort. I finally decide on a fitted purple boat neck top paired with a dark denim flared skirt that hits just above my knees. I slip on some strappy heels and forgo any jewelry because I don’t want to have to worry about it getting in the way later. Underneath, I have a strapless satin bra and matching boy shorts in a teal blue. I hope they are sexy enough. I like the color and I didn’t want to be too obvious about wearing something that screamed sexy. I’m worrying a little and thinking I should maybe put on something lacy when the doorbell rings. Too late now.
* * *
Scott
When I pulled up to Yasmin’s house, I was surprised. It is a rambling one story with lots of wood and windows. I didn’t think the bookstore was a big money maker, honestly, and expected her to live in an apartment or a small home. It’s beautiful, though the grass is a little overgrown.
“Hi,” Yas says as she opens the door. She is dressed semi casual and I’m glad that I did the same. I picked a short sleeve white button down and tan cargo shorts paired with Vans.
“Hi yourself. You look beautiful,” I tell her and I mean it. I love that she has her hair down, flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. The fitted top and loose skirt emphasize her curves and those heels are the things of fantasies.
“Thanks. You look pretty good yourself. Come on in.” She moves aside and I walk into the house. I want to kiss her, but I don’t. I want to show her that I can be respectful and not just attack her, even though I really want to do just that.
“Your place is pretty amazing,” I tell her, taking in the high ceilings and large open living room.
She looks sad for a minute. “My parents bought it years ago when the bookstore was doing really well. They loved this house.” She looks like she is going to cry.
“What’s the matter, Yas? Is something wrong with the house?”
She seems to collect herself and puts on a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “No, nothing’s wrong with the house. It’s perfect. Dinner should be almost ready. We can eat in the dining room, on bar stools in the kitchen, out here on the couch or in the enclosed porch. Which would you prefer?”
“Hmm. How about the kitchen. I’ve always loved sitting on a stool at the kitchen island while my mom was cooking.”
“Umm, okay. But just to warn you, I am not as good a cook as your mom. I’m not bad, just not at her level,” she tells me honestly.
“Not many people are, but I am sure that I will love whatever you made.” I would eat rocks if she cooked them and tell her it was the best meal ever. I really have it bad.
We walk into the kitchen, which is open and airy with a big center island and windows overlooking a big backyard. She checks some pots on the stove and then turns off the heat and moves them to the back burners. Then she bends over and takes a pan out of the oven. The sight of her bent over sends images to my mind of my flipping up that skirt, yanking down her panties, grabbing her hips and taking her from behind right there against the stove. I shake my head as I realize that she’s speaking to me.
“Scott? Did you hear me?”
“No, sorry. I zoned out for a minute. What did you ask?”
She looks a little sad when she says, “I asked you if you wanted me to make you a plate or if you wanted to do it yourself.”
“Oh, I can do it.” I round the island, trying to keep my back to her to hide my erection and grab the plate out of her hand, holding it in front of me. “This looks great. Thanks again for having me over,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. If I kiss her lips right now neither one of us will be eating dinner.
* * *
Yasmin
What a disaster. I don’t know what I did, but obviously I‘m boring Scott and he is not into me. I mean, he didn’t even hear me talking to him and then he kissed me on the forehead. Now, he picked the furthest stool possible from me and angled his body away from me. He doesn’t need to worry. I can take a hint. We‘ll eat and then he can get out of here and find someone who interests him. I should have known better than to think that he would really want to be with me.
Maybe I should have worn something sexier, but I was in jeans and a t-shirt when he kissed me yesterday. Obviously, I’m the problem. I just need to make it through dinner and then go cry in my room. Because, although we haven’t known each other long, I know that I am going to cry over this man.
“This is really good,” Scott says, still facing away from me.
“Thanks,” I mumble back.
He must hear something in my voice because he turns toward me with a worried look on his face. “Is everything okay?”
He’s really going to ask me that after he tunes me out and then won’t even sit next to me much less look at me? What the fuck? “No, Scott, everything is not okay!” I jump off the stool and face him. “I thought that this was a date. I thought that you were into me. But it took less than ten minutes in my house before you were tuning me out and sitting as far from me as possible. You haven’t even looked at me once since you started eating. Why did you come here, Scott? You asked me if we could see each other today. I told you I was fine with going out if you didn’t want to come over. It’s obvious that you want to leave, so why don’t you? Just go and find someone who you want to be with.” He sits there staring at me, not saying a word. Tears are now threatening to spill out of my eyes and I realize that I need to get away from him.
“Just show yourself out!” I cry as I start to run from the kitchen.
* * *
Scott
I am momentarily shocked as Yas yells at me and then my stomach drops as she starts to leave the kitchen. Jesus, she really thinks that I don’t want to be here with her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I sat away from her because I wanted to eat this dinner she cooked for me. I knew that if I sat close to her and breathed in her scent, I would throw her onto the island and take her fast and rough. That’s how hard I am for her right now.
I grab her hand as she runs by me and place it on my crotch. “I want to be with you. Feel how much I want to be with you.” Her eyes grow wide and her lips part as she feels how much I want her. “When you bent over to get the chicken out, I wanted to grab you and take you from behind hard. I sat away from you so that I could control myself enough to eat this wonderful meal that you cooked for me. I’m sorry that I made you feel unwanted. Know that I can’t imagine a time when I will not want you. I want you so bad it literally hurts.”
She strokes my cock through my shorts. “It hurts?”
“Yeah, I’m so hard that it hurts,” I growl out as she continues her slow torture.
“Can we go the bedroom or does it have to be in here?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
“What?” Now it’s my eyes that go wide.
She takes a deep breath. “I want you to live out your fantasies, within my boundaries, but I would like our first time to be in a bed. Will that work for you?”
“Oh, hell yeah. That works. And I want
you to stop me if something isn’t good for you. Promise me that, Yas. I promise you that I won’t be upset if you don’t like something that I want to do.”
“Oh. Well maybe we should talk about this. I mean, I’m pretty tame when it comes to sex and there are some things that I just won’t do. I would rather tell you now.”
“Okay, go for it. Tell me what is an absolute no for you.” I reach out to hold her face so that I can make sure that she looks me in the eye and doesn’t back down.
“Well, I don’t want anyone else to be with us.” She swallows as I nod. “I don’t want any S&M. I mean I might be okay with playful tying up or a playful slap on the ass, but nothing hard core or involving safe words.” I nod again and she continues. “And no, um, no anal.” She tries to turn her head but I hold her in place.
“Well, I don’t want to share you with anyone, male or female, and I don’t want anyone but you. I would like to tie you up sometime but I think it would be fun for you and I am definitely not into it hard core. You could tie me up, too, if you want. Spanking is not really my thing and anal definitely is not. I want to be in your pussy, feeling all of your natural wetness. That is going to be more than enough for me. Now, I won’t lie and say that I haven’t done any of those things. When I hit college and girls started paying attention, I experimented a lot. It helped me figure out what I like and what I don’t. So, I think we are on the same page. The things I mentioned you might not like are different positions. I think that I would like to try all different ones with you but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, okay?” She looks relieved and the fire is back in her eyes, darkening them again. I need to get to her bedroom now.
“Yes, okay. I-I would like to try different positions with you too.” She leans in and kisses me and I am gone.
* * *
Yasmin
I’m glad that we got all of that out, even if it was embarrassing for me. I didn’t want to give Scott any expectations that I couldn’t follow through on. Thank God he didn’t want to do any of that extra kinky stuff. I grab his hand and lead him from the kitchen down the hall into the master bedroom. I put my parents’ bed in storage last year and finally took over their room. It’s pretty feminine now and I’m a bit nervous about him seeing it.
I pause outside and turn to him. “My room is, umm, pretty girly. I hope that doesn’t turn you off.”
“Well, I wasn’t expecting your room to be manly,” he says with his trademark smirk. “And I don’t think anything could turn me off right now. Open the door, Yas.”
I do as he asks and try to see the room from his point of view. The walls are a dove grey with deep purple moldings. The king size bed has a tufted grey headboard and is canopied with sheer silver panels. The bed itself is covered in a deep purple comforter and pillows in varying shades of purple as well as white and silver. Hanging over the middle of the bed is a crystal chandelier, not an old-fashioned one, but one with vertical drops of sleek, square gems surrounding the light in the middle. The bedside tables and dresser are mirrored and there is a white leather tufted loveseat and ottoman underneath the bay window. Plush, deep, dark purple carpet covers the floor. Yep, definitely girly.
“Holy shit, Yas,” Scott says as I flinch. “This is the sexiest bedroom I have ever seen.”
What did he just say? “You like it? Really?” I stammer out.
“Fuck yeah. And thinking about you in that bed. Damn, I need you to be in that bed, like now.”
I lead him over to the edge and kiss him. I let go of his hand to curl mine in his hair. I love the soft feel of it. He moves his hands up and down my sides as the kiss deepens. They skim the sides of my breasts but never stop where I want them. I reach between us to unbutton his shirt and he lets go of me long enough to help pull it off. I press a kiss over his heart before he pulls my mouth back to his. I’m rubbing my hands up and down his abs and chest while sucking his lip ring into my mouth when he moves his mouth away from mine. I try to capture it back, but then he’s sucking on my earlobe and licking my neck. He bites down a little hard on that special place behind my ear and then immediately runs his tongue over it. His hands have finally found my breasts and his thumbs are running over my pebbled nipples through my shirt.
“I promised that I would do whatever you wanted me to do from those romance books of yours. So tell me, what do you want?” he whispers huskily into my ear as I arch into his hands. He nuzzles my neck and I love the feel of his eyebrow piercing as it rubs against my shoulder while his lips feather over my neck.
I don’t answer. I can’t. What I want is to have his mouth on me. Licking my clit and fucking me with his tongue. That’s what I want. But, how can I ask for that?
“Baby, tell me. Don’t be embarrassed. Tell me what those book boys do to drive you ladies wild.” His lips leave my skin as he looks into my eyes.
“They-they. Oh hell, they like to go down on the women and make sure that they come a few times before they, you know, have sex.” I’m blushing now and looking at the ground as his hands go still on my breasts.
“Seriously. They really do that?”
Now I am completely mortified. “Yes, yes, they do. But you don’t have to. Just forget that I said it. Just, just do what you want. Or don’t.” I try to move away from him but he grabs my waist.
“I never said that I didn’t want to do that or that I wouldn’t do it. I’m just surprised. Most of the girls I’ve been with, I was just in it for me and they didn’t seem to be upset about it because they liked my fingers and cock just fine. I have gone down on girls before. Not a lot, but I’ve done it when I was going through my experimental phase. I don’t hate it, but it has never been something I love or think about doing. I didn’t realize so many women wanted that. It just hasn’t been my experience.”
Again, I try to get away from him so that he doesn’t see me die of embarrassment right here in front of him. And again, he doesn’t let me. “I told you I don’t need you to do it. In fact, I don’t want you to do it. It shouldn’t be a chore. You should do it because you want to. If you do it just because I want you to, I’ll be able to tell and it won’t be good.” I can’t meet his eyes and I just want to get past this.
“You do want me to or you wouldn’t be so upset,” he says moving his mouth to my ear. “Tell me what they say in the books about why they want to do it.”
I shake my head no. I am not going to tell him that. Sure, the women in the private romance groups I belong to online talk about it a lot and even make special posts with passages that they like. But there is no way I want to say it to him.
“Tell me, Yas. Tell me what they say in those books that turns you on. Please.”
He looks sincere, so I answer honestly. “They say that they want to taste them and that they love the taste of them.”
“Of their pussies?”
“And their mouths, skin, breasts. They like the taste of all of them.”
“Well, I’m already addicted to the taste of your mouth and your skin. My mouth is watering thinking about your breasts, too. So, how about I taste those and more of your beautiful body. If my mouth ends up between your thighs, then I’ll try to make it good for you. Okay?” he asks as he starts to pull my shirt up. I nod as I help him pull it up over my head.
Chapter 10
Scott
When Yas’s shirt comes off, I nearly lose my mind. Her full breasts are barely encased in a blue strapless bra. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric. I can’t stop myself from leaning over and sucking the left one into my mouth through her bra.
“Scott,” she moans arching into me. My name has never sounded sexier.
“You like this, baby?” I ask while moving on to her right breast to give it some attention. I give it a little bite when she doesn’t answer me right away and she rocks her hips into me. “I guess that’s a yes.” I chuckle.
“Yes, don’t stop.”
“I have a dilemma now.” I say as I take a step back and look at her breas
t thoughtfully.
“What? What’s the matter? Why did you stop?” She opens her eyes in alarm.
“Well, your tits look so good in this bra that I’m not sure if I want to take it off. I mean, I want to taste you but watching them heave up and down while they almost pop out is one of the hottest things I have ever seen.”
She looks me in the eye and reaches behind her before I have a chance to react. She unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the ground. “Problem solved.”
If I wasn’t already half in love with this girl, this one act would have gotten me started. Fuck, but that was hot. And now I am getting a full view of one of the best set of tits I have ever seen. Seriously. They are full and heavy looking with dusky pink nipples that are standing at attention. And they’re real. That is probably the sexiest part of all. Sure, fake boobs are big and pert, but they don’t feel like Yasmin’s did when I cupped her through her shirt. I move her backwards toward the bed until her knees hit the edge. I lay her down, following her but bracing myself on my forearms so I don’t put all of my weight on her.
“I want to spend awhile with these beauties but I am not sure my cock is going to agree with that idea. I need to taste them, though. I know I sound like one of your books right now, but it’s true.” I lick my lips and bend over. The first flick of my tongue has her hips lifting off the bed. God, I love that she is so responsive to me. “Easy. I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
I put my hands under both breasts, lifting them up. I decide that the left one gets to go first again. I suck it into my mouth while my other hand kneads the right one, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Yas starts to writhe beneath me, rubbing against my length while she becomes more out of control. I alternate between her two breasts and when I bite the nipple on one while pinching the other, she explodes beneath me.
I look up and see her watching me as she tries not to scream. I lick and suck until she comes down. “You just fucking came only from me playing with your tits?” I ask in wonder.
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