“Oh my God, Wilma, I’ve ruined everything. We were flirting pretty heavy, and I found myself thinking of Randle. I must have crossed a line somewhere.”
I couldn’t believe it! I had just screwed up the only chance I had with him.
Damn Randle, you wouldn’t let go, would you?
“Wilma, has he gone?” I prayed she would say no.
“No, honey, he’s downstairs with Ronnie. Said he didn’t want to leave until he knew you were okay.”
“Was he mad?”
“No, I think he was just concerned about you.”
“I need to go downstairs to explain to him.” When I started to get up, I fell back on the bed. My body just didn’t have the strength. “Wilma, promise me one thing. Don’t let him go! Please keep him here. I’ve got to see him. Promise him anything! Tell him to come sleep with me, so I’ll be able to see him in the morning. Anything … just keep him here!”
“I’ll see what I can do, sugar. You go to sleep. I’ll take care of it.”
I already had my eyes closed as Wilma tiptoed out of the room.
Wilma, you promised!
Chapter Twelve
I couldn’t go to sleep. I kept replaying the evening, over and over. I couldn’t believe I just scared off the only good man I’ve seen in years. Physically he was picture perfect, but he was also sensitive and caring. Damn, damn, damn. I was starting to feel sorry for myself and wept a little. I haven’t had a good cry in a long time.
My pity-party was about to roll into full gear when I heard a noise. It sounded like the door to the apartment, the one I never locked. It creaked open and was gently eased shut. I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall. I was sleeping with my side facing the door. The living room light was on, so I could see the shadow of the visitor lengthen with each step toward my bedroom. I wasn’t afraid, because no one could get up the stairs without passing Wilma and Ronnie in the kitchen. I suspected it was Ronnie, coming up to check on me. Still I didn’t move, as the visitor stood in the door, with the dim light blacking his identity. I could tell it was a man. But I couldn’t tell who.
The man tiptoed past the foot of my bed, and headed for the bathroom. I heard him using the toilet and wash his hands. Instead of coming out of the bathroom, I heard the man open the door to the shower.
My heart skipped a beat as I heard the shower turn on. That isn’t Ronnie; he wouldn’t take a shower up here. It wouldn’t be anyone else in the restaurant. At long last it hit me! It must be PJ! Wilma must have convinced him to spend the night.
Thank you Wilma.
Now what do I do? Do I rush into the shower with him? Do I strip off my nightgown, and welcome him as he comes out of the shower? Or, do I stay in bed and pretend to be asleep. He may be planning to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Or he may be planning to sleep with me, but not want to do more than sleep.
So I lay there and listened to that beautiful shower. I knew that shower inch by inch, and could visualize PJ’s six feet four lean frame standing under the rain showerhead. The soap and water was mixing up as he rubbed it over his body. He would probably wash his face and neck first, and under those muscular arms. He would soap his arms, and his chest. I could see him in my mind’s eye, as he soaped the wash rag and spread his legs a little … and washed himself. I saw his magnificent ass sticking in the air as he bent over and washed first one leg then the other. He would put the wash cloth down, and stand under the shower with his arms raised in order to rinse his short black hair. I could see as well as if I were in there with him, the water flowing on his head, down his face, pushing the soap suds and water over his body and running down the valleys created by the rippling effect of his muscles.
Not fair, I haven’t seen him naked; but he’s seen me.
The fresh smell of the soap and water seemed to seep right through the doorway, and fill the bedroom with the smell of spring honeysuckle.
Thank you Wilma, for keeping your promise.
I wanted to yell at him to come out wet, and I would dry him off. But I didn’t. Instead I lay in the bed. I turned over, so I was facing across the bed, looking straight at the bathroom door. In a moment that seemed like a week the shower fell silent, and he finished drying off and stepped into the door frame and turned off the bathroom light. The hallway light was magnified in the darkened room, as I saw this six foot sculptured gladiator slowly walk to the bed. He didn’t have on a stitch of clothing! Totally naked!
I sucked in a deep breath.
I was looking at this through half closed eyes, from under a sheet pulled nearly over my head. He must have thought I was asleep, because he didn’t make a move to come to me. Instead he stopped at the side of the bed, and stretched his arms over his head, before twisting his body right and left.
Slowly my dream man pulled back the sheet and got into bed. He lay on his side with his arm under his head, facing me. He was grinning!
What now? Slide over to him? Cough to let him know I was awake? What do I want to happen? Can he get it up after all that has gone on? Can I? I thought and worried and imagined more. My thoughts were interrupted by the deep growl of PJ snoring! He had made the decision for me. Darn.
Go to sleep Charlotte, you’ll see him in the morning. But now he’s not a dream! He’s an arm’s length away, for real!
I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I’ve been dreaming about this man for months. Now he’s a reality, soft and gentle … well with one exception, and he is a great kisser. I had to do something, I just had to.
Slowly, I pulled back the sheet and slid to the floor. Just as quietly, I crossed my arms, and pulled the short gown off, dropping it at my feet. I slipped back into bed; the cool satin sheet caused a chill on my already hot body. I had trouble controlling my breathing; the passion building inside was taking my breath away.
I inched toward him. I was within inches of him, and could feel his breath on my face. I reached my hand slowly to his cheek to caress it gently. My fingers traced his forehead and brushed his eyebrows before traveling to the side of his head to circle his ears. I wanted to feel every magnificent feature on his head. My hand worked its way around his neck and I eased closer. As my breasts touched his chest, I lay my head on his elbow. My hips moved closer as well. I was insane, at this point, I didn’t care if he woke or not.
I gasped softly.“Ohhh …”
Finally I was with the man himself, face to face, chest to chest, knee to knee. God, what a feeling of peace, excitement and contentment all mixed together. I knew I had to wake him.
“You’re still here,” I whispered softly in his ear.
He startled me and replied. “Yes, I am.”
“Good.”
He slid his arm under my head and wrapped his other arm over my shoulder, and together those two massive arms pulled me even tighter to him. He seemed to be as content as I was with simply lying in each other’s arms.
My face was almost level with his. I leaned toward him. Without a word we kissed. Our lips played a teasing little dance with each other. My lips brushed across his, ever so slightly, and gave a quick kiss on the side of his mouth. He kissed my cheek, and slowly kissed his way around to my ear lobe.
I tilted my head in anticipation of his kisses, and buried my face against his neck. While I kissed and caressed his neck, he worked his way through my long hair and reached my ear lobe. He gently licked the lobe, and took it in his mouth and gently sucked on it rolling it around in his mouth. A chill crept up my spine, and I relaxed, devoting myself exclusively to receiving his luscious lips. His tongue teased my ear lobe and explored every crevice of my ear. I forced my ear against the wet tongue. His kisses moved away from my ear and down to my hairline, as he worked his way to my neck, gently kissing, nibbling onwards and finally sucking the soft skin.
The passion built up in my body. I traced his lips with my finger, lightly stroked his face and pulled his lips to me. Unbelievably, he responded with a mixture of gentle pecks and longer passion filled kis
ses. “And … all your good parts are here as well.”
He laughed and replied softly. “And in working order?”
“You bet. You didn’t get much action tonight, did you?”
“I’m more worried about you. Are you okay with tonight?”
“I’m so, so sorry about the scene on the dock.”
“I’m not. You’ve been pretty tight all night long. I’m glad you’re able to loosen up some. I’m excited to have you in my arms.”
PJ was different. He didn’t make me feel like I needed to satisfy him. He was content for us to just be together. I felt he was more concerned for me than for himself. He was different. “Would you just hold me? I miss being held more than anything.”
I turned over with my back to his chest. My hips pressed tightly into his lap. With a sigh, I finally relaxed in the position I wanted.
His arm was still under my head. Slowly he moved his other arm under my arm, around to the front, and grasped my left breast with those large soft fingers that had become so familiar and comfortable. He massaged me for a few seconds and dropped his arm to rest gently on the other breast. He raised the arm under my head and crossed my body to grasp the left breast again. His arms were crossed in front of me, with each hand grasping a breast.
I put my hands on his hands, and whispered. “Good night, Coach.”
“Sweet dreams, Charley.”
“They’ll all be about you …”
We went to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, anticipating the next day …
Chapter Thirteen
Sometime during the night we unwrapped and I assumed my normal sleeping position on my back. Early in the morning between unconscious sleep and wide awake, I felt the bed shake. When I opened my eyes, I saw this huge man rolling out of my bed, and I almost screamed before I realized who it was, and a contented smile crossed my face.
The shadow stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light. Moments later I heard the toilet flush, but what I didn’t expect to hear was the faucet come on, hands being washed, and the unmistakable gargle of mouthwash. My kind of man!
It was still early and I was exhausted. The excitement of seeing him come back to bed wasn’t enough to keep me from falling back into a haze of unconsciousness. But the early morning interruption had put my brain to work, conjuring up another sexy dream of the handsome young coach from Ohio.
By 6:15. it was my time to visit the bathroom. The early morning summer sun filtered through the bedroom blinds and bathed the room in a soft glow. Even the birds knew it was time to begin a new day. They were chirping and singing to each other, like soft music to my ears. I eased back the clean crisp cover sheet and put my feet on the warm floor. The fan was on slow and pushing warm air over my skin.
I stood and stretched my arms over my bare body, scratched my hair and turned to walk around the bed to the bathroom. That’s when I saw him, and I had to stifle a giggle. Last night wasn’t a dream. He’s here for real. But I couldn’t stop; I really had to go to the bathroom. Afterwards, I stopped to wash my hands and take a little mouthwash, to get rid of my own brand of early morning breath.
I finally stood in the doorway and gazed at the magnificent body in my bed. The soft summer sun cast shadows over his body. There was my dream man!
Admittedly, my feelings for him were primarily lust, but I couldn’t help thinking. ‘Wouldn’t it be great if I could just love him and he love me?’
I really don’t care what my feelings are now; I just want to make love to him …!
I tiptoed around my naked man, feasting my eyes on his delicious body. He was lying on his back, with his right leg tucked under his left. I wanted to poke his body and see if it was real, but I resisted.
I started taking inventory. First thing was that he wasn’t particularly hairy. Certainly his lower arms had hair, but not too thick, and likewise his legs had a light coating. There was a bit more hair on his chest that began just above each nipple, congregated in the middle and travelled down his stomach, ending at his crotch. His tanned body had relatively little body fat. He obviously worked out, as his arm muscles showed good definition and obvious signs of weight lifting. His abs were not six-pack ripped but were far from flabby. He was a basketball coach after all and probably worked out with his players and the other coaches.
And, of course, there was his manhood. It lay to the side, a deep red, almost maroon color and surprisingly wrinkly like a pair of panty hose that had been bunched down around the ankles. I could tell he was circumcised, because the tip of his penis stuck out slightly from a small roll of skin, looking strangely like an acorn, all domed with a ring of tufted skin around it.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed so engrossed with his entire body that I was startled when I felt him stirring. I turned to him and smiled. “Good morning.”
Chapter Fourteen
PJ looked down his chest at me inspecting his nether region. He grinned and said playfully. “What’s so funny? Haven’t you ever seen a worn out dick in need of revival? Think you can help him along?”
“Looks like I already brought him back to life. I was going to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation if he hadn’t woken up so fast.”
“Maybe he should go back to sleep instead!”
I laughed and replied playfully. “Maybe later. Come see me.”
I crawled up his body and lay my head on his chest breathing the manly aroma hiding in the follicles of his hair. PJ held my head tightly to him. PJ was no longer a dream, he was very real. And I knew what I wanted. No more doubts, no more concerns about Randle, no more reasons to hesitate, no more teasing, no more flirting. This is the time!
I hope you’re good!
For the next 5 minutes or maybe 10 minutes or maybe an hour, I don’t have any idea, PJ and I connected beyond my wildest expectations! He was good and I was good and it was very good! I really cannot explain what made it so wonderful. He was gentle and he was rough, he was sweet and he was raw; but through it all I knew PJ was more concerned with my pleasure than his own. You can tell when a man is self-centered in loving making, because it becomes all about him and his pleasure and ultimately about his climax. But PJ was different; he seemed hell bent on being sure that I was satisfied. When it was over, he made sure we both climaxed together.
Our primal screams of pure pleasure lasted maybe fifteen seconds, but it seemed forever. The screams finally turned to laughter and we collapsed in a tangled mass of arms, legs and hair, each panting and gasping for air. I buried my face into his chest and he wrapped me up in those long strong arms and held me, gently stroking my hair and brushing it back from my face. He lightly rubbed my back and caressed my face. Our combined aroma filled the room with a sweetness that totally affirmed our ecstatic love making …
The peace I was feeling was now overwhelming. With his arms snuggly wrapped around me, I felt at one with this man. It was as if we had always been together and had always loved each other. I was not willing to move and neither was PJ. We stayed this way for a long time while we absorbed each other. The overhead fan cooled our bodies, but not our emotions.
“You don’t know how much I needed that,” I whispered.
“You really got carried away, didn’t you?”
“I’ve been down so long; I thought I was about to explode.” I laughed gently. “I guess you did make me explode.” I paused and continued. “I don’t know about you, but that was a fantastic ride for me. You ready to go again?” I laughed again, only louder.
“Told you it would be better in bed than in that old musty booth,” he replied and paused. Finally he smiled and continued. “But you’ll have to give me a few minutes to recover. Then … maybe … Okay …probably!”
We carried on lying there, stacked like two logs wrapped tightly together. Once some semblance of normal breathing returned, I rolled off to the side. I didn’t roll far before his strong arms had wrapped around me and pulled me to him. What really mattered were our gentle kisses and soft caress
es, and lying in bed holding each other tightly, enjoying our oneness and the ambience of our lovemaking.
I broke the silence. “PJ, I think I could fall in love with you!”
What did I say? No, No, I take it back! Could I? I mean it is possible, isn’t it? You’re not supposed to say that! Not now!
My emotions were so conflicted. I couldn’t help it nor could I hold back the tears. The sobs were quiet at first, before bursting out fully. I was embarrassed and happy, and sad and confused, all together and all at once. It had been so long since I had told anyone that.
Chapter Fifteen
PJ didn’t acknowledge my verbal slip. Maybe he didn’t hear it, or maybe he didn’t think it was sincere. Or maybe he didn’t feel the same and was so wrapped up in the sex he didn’t care. But he did respond to my tears. I was sobbing uncontrollably and rolled away from PJ. I was trying to stop, dabbing my eyes with the bed sheet, and covering my head so he wouldn’t see me cry.
The bed moved and I felt a heavy arm reach across my body, grasp my shoulders and pull me onto my side. The softest of hands reached for my face, and gently wiped away the tears.
I felt PJ leaning over me and his warm breath on my face. With a dozen kisses, he soothed me, kissing my closed eyes and the tears on my cheeks. He pulled me to his chest and gently rocked our bodies, all the time singing an old tune. ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are gray; you’ll never know dear how much I love you … please don’t take … my sunshine …away.’
His deep voice made the song resonate; not loud, not fast, not cutesy, but just sweet … a real sweet lullaby.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
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