by L. D. Davis
"Don't forget your bleached short shorts. They would look hot on my legs."
"I will pay you a thousand dollars to wear only my short shorts and my pink rubber gloves."
"Whatever turns you on, baby."
"I'm about to pee my pants just thinking about it."
"Kinky."
"Do you want to do something tonight?" I asked. "Like rent some movies or something?"
"Sure. We can stop at the grocery store and pick up some junk food."
"I like junk food." I smiled, relieved that he agreed.
We hit up a Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of movies from Redbox and to grab our junk food before heading over to Luke's place. I instantly felt at home there. The décor was simple, but pleasant and it was clean and warm.
As we stood in the kitchen, sorting through our goodies and drinking beer, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness. I knew that eventually he would try to kiss me, and thinking about it sent adrenaline racing through my veins. I realized that I really, really liked Luke, enough where I was seriously ready to make the first move and kiss him in the middle of his rant about how Oreo cookies aren't what they used to be. He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then just seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.
"Wow." He said.
"What?"
"You just left me speechless."
"I didn't do anything," I lightly shook my head and smiled a confused smile.
"I know," he said and moved in closer to me. "I love that you can do nothing and leave me speechless." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I linked my fingers behind his neck. We stood like that for a moment, staring at one another in silence.
"I have a confession," he said softly.
"Oh no," I sighed. "It's not about the gloves is it?"
"No," he grinned, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I've seriously been crushing on you for about three years."
"Really?" I was genuinely surprised. His asking me out a few times never equated to a crush to me. A crush was more than just idle curiosity or even mild admiration.
"Okay, maybe more than crushing. I'm pretty sure I've had some pretty strong feelings for you for a long time."
Well, that was an even bigger development than a crush. Now I was speechless.
"Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this on our first date," he sighed and started to pull away, but I held fast to him.
"It's okay," I said, my voice shaky. I really liked Luke, but I wasn’t sure that I was on the same level as him, but I did want him. Just maybe not as strongly as he wanted me, but I thought that could grow, easily. It's not like I had anything else going on, especially with Kyle.
I froze at the thought of him. Why had my mind gone there? Why did I think of Kyle in this exact moment? It was just one weekend, so why was I so hung up on it?
I didn't have time to think about it, because Luke suddenly kissed me. The kiss was so strong, fueled by three years of "strong feelings" and secret crushing, and hurt feelings from all of the times I turned him away. It was the sweetest, most sensual kiss I had ever had and I found myself completely lost in it. When I thought I would absolutely and happily drown in his wonderful kiss, he pulled away and groaned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, a little alarmed until I saw the smile creep onto his face.
"I have to stop kissing you or I'm going to go too far."
I smiled a devilish smile and bit my bottom lip.
"Don't look at me like that," he said huskily, unable to take his eyes off of my face.
I pushed myself up on my toes and touched my lips to his. He couldn't help, at first, but to kiss me back. His hands gripped onto my ass as he pressed himself against me. He suddenly pulled away again.
"Oh my god, you're driving me crazy," he whispered. He backed away completely and started gathering our junk food. "I think we better go watch the movie before I drag you to my bed."
I couldn't tell you what was happening on the TV screen. My eyes saw the pictures, but could not register what was happening, especially since my eyes kept falling on Luke. I knew he knew that I was watching him, because he grinned and threw a cookie at me without taking his eyes off of the screen. Boldly, I closed the distance between us and kissed his neck. He pretended not to notice, but I heard a very quiet sigh escape his lips. I left a trail of kisses from his neck, across his cheek, and to his awesome lips. He kissed me back for a moment, but gently pushed me away.
"You have no self-control," he said with a lustful smile.
"You have too much," I countered.
He kissed me again, but only quickly.
"You're making this really hard for me," he said quietly, holding my face in his hands.
"So, maybe you should give in."
"I don't want you to think that's all I want from you."
"What else do you want from me?"
"Everything," he whispered and brushed his lips against mine.
Embarrassment flooded through my face. I carefully removed his hands and backed away to the other side of the couch.
"God, I must look like a complete hoochie," I said with an embarrassed smile.
I was mortified that I threw myself onto him like that. Of course I wanted more from him, too. I really liked him, strongly liked him, and I wanted to explore the possibilities, but my first inclination was to get him into bed. What a slut.
"You don't look like a hoochie," he said, moving closer to me.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," I leaned over and hid my face in my knees. "You probably want the first time to be special and I'm just like 'hey, let's bang on the couch.' Ugh…"
"Hey, hey," he said soothingly and rubbed my back. "Come on, sit up. I want to see your pretty face."
I blew out a huge breath of frustration and then sat up and looked at Luke. He trailed a finger across my cheek to my lips. He stared at my lips with concentration as he again held my face between his hands. His thumbs slowly ran over my lips and I had the inclination to suck on one. I really couldn't help myself. I was out of control as I slowly and seductively sucked on his thumb. He watched with heated fascination for a while, until he suddenly stood up and took me by the hand out of the room, and down the hall to his bedroom.
Standing in front of the bed, he kissed me harder than before, and reached up and cupped a breast in each hand. I groaned when I felt his fingers gently squeeze my hardened nipples through my sweater. He pulled back, and quickly removed my sweater and camisole under that. My bra was unhooked and thrown across the room.
"Take your hair down," he demanded.
I did as I was told and he kissed me again, gripping the back of my hair.
"Sit down," was his next command.
I sat down and watched as he unlaced my boots and threw them, along with my socks, to random areas of the room. He unbuttoned my jeans and allowed me to stand up only long enough to pull my jeans and panties off of my hips. I didn't see where he threw them, because I was watching him with anticipation as he kneeled before me, spread my legs, licked two fingers and slid them inside. In a matter of seconds he had me squirming and having an orgasm on his fingers.
Wrapping his arms under my thighs and putting his hands under my ass, he pulled me forward to the very edge of the bed and buried his face between my legs. I thought I was going to die with pleasure as I grinded against his face. When I was already feeling spent from multiple orgasms, Luke stood up and quickly removed his own clothes. I ran my fingers over his muscular chest, down his six-pack, and followed the line of hair from his belly button down to his throbbing manhood. I repaid oral for oral, except in a way it wasn't fair. He didn't have to worry about a gag reflex when he went down on me.
I started to rethink whether or not I wanted something that size inside of me, and I said as much out loud.
"Too late to go back now," he said with a grin.
I scooted back
on the bed and he followed me, hovering over me.
"I might walk funny for days," I objected.
"I'm not that big."
"Have you seen your shit?" I asked in a high pitched voice. "There are horses across the state that are jealous of you."
I gasped when I felt just a little bit slide into me.
"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered. "If you seriously want me to stop -"
"No," I whispered.
"Do you want me to go slow?"
I shook my head. Negative.
"I don't want to hurt you."
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply and passionately. While our tongues and lips were busy with each other, Luke slammed into me. I cried out, not knowing if I was crying out from pain or pleasure. He pulled out slowly and then did it again, but a little harder. I had never felt anything so painfully good. I cried out for more, for him to go faster, and even harder though I knew my poor body would regret it later. At the end, we exploded together, both of us shouting out expletives and fiercely holding on to one another.
I woke the next morning in Luke's arms. He was sound asleep and I didn't mind watching him sleep for a little while, until I felt myself stirring for more action. I was sore as hell, but I wanted more anyway. I woke him by stroking him until he was not only fully awake, but fully erect. He didn't waste any time pulling me on top of him.
We made love a few more times throughout the day. By the time I made it home that night, I really was walking funny, but Luke was well worth it, and I couldn't wait to spend more time with him.
Chapter Ten
The gala I had studied so hard for was approaching. It was an annual event and all proceeds went to various institutions to aid the families that had chronically ill children. Anyone who could afford five grand a plate could get an invite, but it was a notorious occasion for big business, rich house wives having a chance to show off their bling and rubbing elbows with the occasional celebrity. Kyle and his father, whom I worked for before Kyle, always attended, and not because they cared so much for the children, but because they almost always met new business associates there or were able to further their business opportunities with current clients.
My parents have been attending the galas for years and flew in the week before the event. Luke went with me to pick them up from the airport and we were going to dinner afterward. I was nervous about my mom meeting him. I didn't want her to start asking questions about his family tree, whether or not he was ready for marriage, or boring him to tears with stories about the south. It was embarrassing. And even though I didn't love Luke or anything as deep as that, I didn't want him to see me in a different light because my mother was crazy.
"He's a very good looking man," she whispered to me in the back seat of my car. Luke was driving and my dad rode shotgun.
"How is he in bed?"
I took a deep breath to help me resist the urge to push her out of a moving vehicle.
"I haven't slept with him, Mom." I whispered, lying through my teeth. I just didn't want to discuss my sex life with her. She would probably critique my oral skills or something.
"I should have known. You don't sleep with anybody. That's why you can't keep a man."
I glared at her but said nothing more for the rest of the car ride to the restaurant. I let her chatter on about the gala and what she was going to wear and what I should wear and a bunch of other things I didn't really listen to.
During dinner, my mom badgered Luke about his family, his finances, and a long list of other things. He was clearly flustered, and my dad tried to tame my mom as much as possible, but it wasn't enough.
"Did Emmy tell you we have a plantation?" She asked, moving onto talking about the south.
"Mom! Stop calling it that!" I was so embarrassed.
"What am I supposed to call it? That's what it was when my mama was young and it hasn't changed."
"A lot has changed, but you're blinded by your insanity," I said.
"Emmy did tell me your family still grows cotton," Luke said to my mom before she could say anything else to me.
I was thankful that she was leaving the day after the gala. She and my dad would be returning to Louisiana - back to the plantation - until the end of May or early June.
The rest of dinner went smoothly, as my dad wanted to discuss business and sports, two things my mom had no real interest in, so she had little to say.
"Your mom is a riot," Luke said later outside of my house. We were standing next to his car.
"Yeah. Sorry about that."
"Now I know where you get your gift for speaking bluntly." He laughed and then leaned in to kiss me.
"So I will see you at work," he said after a long kiss.
"Bring me a muffin, will ya?"
"Banana nut for the nut."
I giggled and went inside.
Chapter Eleven
When I got into work in the morning, I was surprised to find Kyle already there.
He wanted to go over the gala guest list every morning leading up to the event. I had other work I would have liked to get done, but it could be juggled around to another time.
I got us some coffee and he sat in the chair next to my desk while I quizzed him on who's who. He wasn't doing too bad. I was impressed with how much he knew. Before the office could get too full, I wanted to say something to him.
"You're doing really well with the staff," I whispered. "Your attitude is so much better and it appears that everyone is responding so well."
He actually blushed!
"I'm getting to know everyone a little better. I didn't even know Eliza had three kids until a couple of weeks ago. And she's worked for me for a year."
"I understand you can't get too personal. It makes it hard to properly do your job, but you're doing well. I just thought you should know."
He smiled, started to say something else but then frowned. I was perplexed for only a moment. Luke was suddenly at my other side, carrying what I presumed to be my muffin in a paper bag. I stood up but didn't hug him or kiss him. Those things aren't prohibited in the office but I needed to be an example, as an office manager slash assistant to Kyle.
"Sorry I'm late," he said. "Long morning. I have a long meeting today, so I can't meet for lunch. Maybe dinner?"
"Sure. Let me know later. Thanks for the muffin." I smiled, which made him smile, which made Kyle make a small gagging noise behind me. I didn't acknowledge it and Luke didn't seem to notice.
"Have a good day," he said, and despite my personal rules, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He then looked directly at Kyle and nodded a hello before walking away.
I sat down, could feel Kyle glaring at me. I looked at the clock on my desk.
"Don't you have a meeting in a little bit?" I asked lightly.
"Did your muffin bring you a muffin?" He asked with a smile that didn't touch his eyes.
"How's Jess?" I asked.
He gave me a sour look and left me without another word.
Ever since he figured out Luke and I were dating, Kyle has been making little snide comments or looking at Luke like dirty dish water. At first I could hardly believe it. Was he jealous? I finally chocked it up to some kind of ego trip because he had slept with me and maybe he expects me to only want him. It didn't make things awkward, but it was annoying.
For the rest of the week, every morning Kyle and I would go over the guest list and sometimes just have a simple conversation about a movie or food or whatever. He never brought up Luke again, not that he was really given the chance. Luke had been working a lot lately and didn't really come to my office after the muffin incident.
Friday night I didn't stay late at work. Kyle and I left at the same time. He offered to drive me across the bridge to the train station where my car was parked. I accepted, because I had a lot to do before the gala Saturday night.
"Is Luke coming with you tomorrow?" He asked as he navigated into traffic out of the parking garage.
"No.
He will be on a cruise with some friends from Chicago. Besides, I'm more or less working."
He nodded but said nothing in response. Every now and then he would look over at me, but I pretended not to notice. After a while, he spoke again.
"So. Are you two pretty serious?"
"Why does that matter to you?" I looked at him.
"It doesn't matter to me." He feigned surprise by my question.
"What's going on with you? You act like a jealous teenage boy when he's around."
"I do not act like a teenage boy."
"But you are jealous." I said pointedly. "And I don't know why. You have your own life going on with Jessyca and it was only one weekend. It's not like we had this elaborate love affair going on."
I know I sounded irritated. In a way, I guess I was. I'm not sure why. When I looked at him, he looked a little hurt and I instantly felt bad. He recovered quickly though, with bitterness.
"I apologize. I didn't realize it meant so little to you."
"You're wrong," I said, looking out the window. "It wasn't a 'little' thing, but..." I searched my mind for the words. "It doesn't matter what it meant for me."
We arrived at the parking lot for the high speed line. I directed him to where I was parked. The area was crowded with mostly people on their way home from work. In a few hours it would be busy with people going back into the city for a night out.
"Thanks for the ride." I said, opening the door.
"Wait. We're not done talking." Kyle protested, his hand on my arm.
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sorry. See you tomorrow night." I got out, closed the door and walked to my car quickly before he could stop me.
Chapter Twelve
My parents made a striking couple when they weren't all dressed up for a gala, but the fancy clothes made them a remarkable couple.
My mom was almost sixty-eight years old and didn't look a day over forty-five. Her hair color, a honey blonde, was maintained by a hair dresser, but she had no other artificial work. She barely had wrinkles or sagging skin. Women her age envied her. Women my age envied her.