by Cox, Anita
“I need a smoke. I’ll be on the balcony,” I said trying to excuse myself.
“We’ll join you,” John said standing.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Dan punched me lightly in the arm.
“You really need to learn how to treat a lady. A smack on the ass is way better than a punch in the arm.” John teased, smacking me right in the bum.
“I’m in trouble now!” I laughed as I grabbed my drink and my purse off the counter.
John’s balcony was slightly larger than mine, offering a nice space for the three of us without being crowded.
“John says you’re takin’ him on vacation. ‘Bout time someone got him to go. So where you headed?”
“The keys, a resort. It looks nice.”
“What resort? I’ve been there a dozen times.”
John and I shot each other looks.
“I’m not looking for a recommendation, buddy. She’s already got the reservations made and paid for.”
Dan started to laugh. “So the swingers’ resort then?”
I nearly choked.
“No judgy stuff here. Whatever floats your boat. I’ve been there. The accommodations are nice. I’m sure you two will be very happy—very tired—but very happy.” He snickered.
“I’m sure you had fun,” John teased.
“Hell yeah I did. But I had to pay a girl to go with me, since I was an imposter and whatnot. It was the best payin’ gig I’ve had so far. Food there is out of this world. It’s a true resort, big privacy walls so no one can see folks runnin’ around naked, fuckin’ and whatnot. You’ll like it.” Dan’s face was dead serious. He was giving us his opinion on the premises and not asking a ton of personal questions. It was all business.
“Hellova price tag on that place though. Job must pay good, huh?”
“I do fine.” I smiled.
“Must be good at it too. If you got a business card in that bag of yours, I’d like it. I can probably send some business your way.”
Part of me worried that this was somehow inappropriate. But John shook his head up and down at me, so I reached in my purse and handed Dan a card.
“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful.”
“Hell, I know this firm. You do get paid well.” Dan nodded at me again. His entire demeanor had changed once we talked business. It wasn’t the same guy at all.
Dan looked at his watch. “Well kids, it’s getting close to time for me to get to the airport. You two have a great night. Candy, thank you for letting me interrupt. I’m not in town all the time and haven’t seen my good friend in a very long time.”
“It was no problem, really. Now get out so I can take my pants off!” I teased.
“Yes ma’am!” He laughed. He gave John a big hug and let himself out.
“He’s an interesting character,” I said.
“A goddamned chameleon. The guy you saw when he got here, that’s Dan. The guy he changed into when he started talking business, that guy is a stranger. But I’ll tell you this, somehow, he’s very well connected and he liked you a lot or he would not have asked for your card.”
“I’m not going to get any weird calls from him, am I?”
“No, he’s never hit on any of my girls. Not really. He says inappropriate things sometimes, but he never tries anything. I had one girlfriend try to sleep with him and he called me right away. I trust him.” He gazed at the floor, deep in thought as if remembering the pain betrayal still lingered.
“So, I’m going to go put your shirt back on. How about you take your shirt off and make some popcorn.” I winked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Sounds like an excellent idea! Do you like a little butter or a lot?”
“A lot.”
“Done!” A smile back on his face, he turned and headed for the kitchen after smacking my ass. I sprinted away toward the bedroom to change. By the time I got naked and got his shirt on, I could already smell the popcorn.
“You won’t think I’m gay if we watch another romantic comedy will you?” he asked when I walked back in the room.
“What? No!” I laughed. “Pretty sure I can tell you’re not gay.”
“Good.” He carried the large bowl into the living room resuming his former seat, patting the area between his legs.
I was all too eager to resume our position on the couch. Using my laptop I quickly selected a movie and took my place between his legs. John handed me a cold soda and put the bowl of popcorn on my stomach and began helping himself, happily retrieving pieces that fell in my shirt.
He began feeding me popcorn. I did not miss the opportunity to brush my tongue on his fingers, licking the salt and butter from them. The bulge pressing against my back told me I was achieving my goal.
“Damn, woman!” he growled in my ear. He grabbed the bowl off of me and put it on the coffee table, then put his hand inside my shirt. “You look so hot in my clothes. How is that possible?”
“I don’t know,” I said as I turned my head to face him, “I think they look better on you.”
He planted a firm kiss on my lips while he gently squeezed my breast. His other hand smoothed its way down my stomach resting between my legs.
“You taste better than popcorn,” I cooed.
John scooted us down further on the couch and unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing. His hands ravaged my body, groping and squeezing every inch he could reach. His warmth felt so good against my cool skin, warm fingers gracing my erect nipples.
“I have to be inside you,” he groaned in my ear.
In one quick movement, he lifted me and lowered his pants. He eased me onto his stomach and using my hand, I guided him into me.
Immediately I gasped. John always felt so good inside me. My body was inflamed instantly at his touch. My heart raced. Laying with my back on him was a difficult position to maneuver in, I couldn’t move the way I wanted.
“Just relax and let me do the work.” Grasping my hips, he thrust himself into me, retreated and did it again. The frustration building inside me was overwhelming. I wanted to rock my hips, or push back. I could do nothing but lay there, legs wide open and let him control the pace and depth of our love making. It felt tremendous yet frustrating.
I rolled off of John, unwilling to relinquish control any longer and climbed on top of him. Our kiss was fierce, his lips grinding into mine, tongues intertwined as we both fought for air. I wasted no time putting him inside me and throwing myself back onto him. I quickened the pace like my life depended on it.
“Candy, damn!” John was holding onto my hips for dear life.
“Oh…god…I…” I couldn’t manage to complete a thought. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. John’s hands were squeezing my hips so hard they felt as if they would break, yet I couldn’t stop. It hit in a wave, as my body clamped down around him.
My orgasm triggered his. He let out a deep groan and released his grip on my hips.
“I can’t move,” I whined.
“Then don’t. I got you.” He kissed my forehead.
PLAY TIME
I must have dozed off on John’s chest from the post-orgasmic bliss. When I sat up, there was a deep red mark from my head on his chest.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be, it was nice having you there. You were only out for a few minutes.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “Let’s take a bath.”
I stood up and rubbed my eyes. “That sounds nice.”
“Relax, I’ll go get it started.”
I picked up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. The rising sun was pouring in the balcony doors, lighting John’s apartment a bright shade of orange. I sighed. My sleep schedule was such a mess now I would have to go to bed in the afternoon, just to be able to sleep before work.
There was no point in sulking, I had a fabulous weekend with the hottest and most romantic men I had ever met. His words were still swirling around in my head. He wanted me to move in with him. We’d been
dating a few months, and he was still behind me having my sexual escapades. Moving in together now just seemed too soon. What on earth would I do if it didn’t work out and I had rented out my home?
“Bath’s ready,” John said walking up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my head. “Are you?”
“I sure am.”
The ledge along the tub was filled with burning candles. The tub was filled with bubbles nearly spilling over the top. I knew as soon as we climbed in, there would be a mess on the floor.
“John, the tub is too full. As soon as we get in…”
“There’s overflow drains at the top. I might have put too much of the bubble stuff in. I turned on the jets and well.. there’s like three feet of bubbles on top of the water now.”
I started laughing. It helped that he wasn’t perfect, even if he were damn near close. Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled off his shirt I was wearing and climbed in the tub slowly. The bubbles were now standing a good foot over the top of the tub.
“Here goes nothing!” He laughed as he climbed in behind me.
“We are completely enveloped in bubbles. I can’t see anything but bubbles.” It must have been the fatigue because I was overwhelmed by giggles.
“Yeah, we’re sort of surrounded in a cloud of bubbles. Here, just lean back and relax.” He pulled me back so that I was resting against him. His strong hands started massaging my shoulders.
“You’d better stop, John. Between the bubble bath and the massage, I will fall asleep and I don’t want to.” I turned my head up to look at him. “It feels too good.”
His lips lowered to mine, brushing against them softly at first, then a little more firm, yet still gentle. After a moment, he released me.
“Candy, I’ve had the best weekend. Thank you for giving me the whole weekend and not just part of a day. It’s been so nice.” He tensed his arms around me.
“Probably because it started to feel like a real relationship instead of a booty call.”
John sighed a heavy sigh. “Candy, you’ve never been a booty call to me. I know that’s what I agreed to.” He paused. I wanted to say something to fill the silence. “But I’ve been so in love with you, even from the first moment you talked to me in that bar. I was stunned that you were talking to me, but so worried about screwing it up I nearly ran out the door. But you were just so beautiful, and you kept giving me advice on picking up women. It felt like anything that I said could ruin the moment, could make you leave. But you didn’t leave. You stayed, and invited me to meet your friends.”
“I thought you were handsome, and so shy. At the time, I had just started to find my courage to pursue a sex life.” How did I make him understand that felt the same way about him without sounding like a pathetic selfish fool that still wanted the benefits of being unattached. “The past few months though, I’ve been reevaluating things.”
“How so?” he asked as he squeezed my thighs.
“John, let’s just enjoy this vacation and see how things go. I really want you there with me. Right now I’m suffering from fatigue, alcohol, post orgasmic bliss and I can’t think straight.”
He snickered.
I wanted to give him an inquisition about the snicker, but that would mean more discussion and I wasn’t up for that. Damn I was as deep as a wading pool these days.
There was so much soap in the tub it was slippery. I could feel my butt sliding around on the tub. It gave me an idea. I slid down to the other end of the tub.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I grabbed his ankles and gave them a tug. He slid down, head dipping below the bubbles and water. He resurfaced a second later.
“What the! You’re in trouble! Come here you!” He grabbed me by the legs and pulled. My head went under water. I slid back up laughing.
Water and suds splashed all over the floor as we laughed and wrestled.
“Wait,” I said fighting laughter. I turned my back to him and scooping up a large handful of suds and put them around my mouth then turned around. “Do you like my goatee?”
“Oh yes, it’s very hot!” He turned his back to me. When he turned around he had two very large bubble breasts.
“Those are lovely. Are they real?”
I stood up this time, turning around to display my bubble fur burger.
“Oh hell no!” He laughed. “I can’t deal with that.”
“Clearly, we’ve lost our damn minds!”
“Lack of sleep, I think.”
“I want to go home now. Will you go with me?” I asked with a pouty lip.
John looked a little defeated. Obviously, he was enjoying having me on his terms. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“I want to take a shower with my stuff and get dressed. The sun has been up for a while. We need to go do something so I can stay awake. By my calculation, I can’t go to bed until at least five or six tonight.” I pulled myself in closer to him, resting on his thighs. “I don’t want to ditch you, but the relaxation will have to stop or I will fall asleep now, and I’ll be a mess tomorrow.”
John wrapped his arms around me. “Okay.”
Disappointment still oozing out of his pores, he gave another big sigh. I had to figure out how to make him feel better. A shower and some coffee might get my brain going again.
STRANGE INTRODUCTIONS
I left John standing in his doorway as I made my way back to my apartment. He still looked deflated. So as soon as I got in the door I sent him a text message.
Starting coffee and getting in the shower. As soon as you’re ready, let yourself in. Door unlocked.
John: Plans?
After coffee and a shower.
I poured the water in the coffee maker and switched it on.
John: Sex?
After we do whatever we are going to do.
John: I’m at the front door.
Turn the knob and walk in – I’m in the bathroom.
I heard the front door close, smiled and climbed in the steaming shower. It felt good to wash up, shave and smell like a woman again. I wrapped a towel around my body and one on my head and hurried into the kitchen. John was standing there with a cup of coffee.
“Just the way you like it.” He was smiling. I really loved that smile, so mischievous.
I gave him a quick kiss and took the cup. “I’ll make it fast, I promise.”
I dressed and applied my makeup as quickly as possible. After a few minutes with the hair dryer, my hair was full of curls. Since there was a promise of speed, I twirled it up and clipped it. I glanced at my phone. I managed to get ready in under fifteen minutes.
“You really don’t need the war paint, Candy. You are a beautiful woman straight out of the shower.” He kissed me as he squeezed one but cheek. “But you look hot.”
“Thanks. I was thinking, we have a few options today. I thought about the movies, but that means sitting in a dark environment and I don’t really want to snore in the theatre, so then I thought maybe we could go bowling, or to a museum. There are arcades and pool halls. Whatever you want to do, I’m in. I just want to be vertical.”
John snickered. I knew where his dirty mind went with my last statement, but chose to ignore it.
“Actually, there’s a race today. If we get infield tickets, we will still sit, but we can party and it’s too damned loud to fall asleep.”
“A race? Like cars? Vroom vroom in a circle and all?” I asked.
“Vroom vroom?” John laughed. He was laughing at me. But he liked races and I had no idea.
“What the hell. I’ve never been to a race.”
“You like adrenaline? Wait, who am I talking to? Of course, you like adrenaline. Well, whether or not you’re a huge racing fan, having cars zip around you at nearly two hundred miles an hour, sometimes having fantastic accidents will really get your heart pumping. If we leave in half an hour we can get to the track, do some tailgating then enjoy the race. I’ll have you home by five, and that will give you
time to shower off the dirt and grit from the track and still get to bed around six.” The excitement on his face was unmistakable. This was what the guy wanted to do.
“Sounds fun. What do I need to do?”
“Do you have a cooler? Mine got destroyed.”
I laughed. “Yes, I got one for my birthday a few years ago. I’ve never used it.”
“I’ll run and grab some ice. Make up some sandwiches and snacks. I’ll grab the drinks, but pack a few sodas and some water. It’s hot as hell so we’ll need to rehydrate.” He kissed my forehead. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
“Yeah, it sounds fun.” I smiled for reassurance.
“Good, because some of my friends will be there and they are, uh, a little rowdy sometimes.”
Hiding my anxiety I winked. “…about time you quit hiding me from your friends.”
He started to say something but just smiled and left.
Okay, a race. It was hot, so the blue jeans I was wearing wouldn’t work. I ran into my room, changing into shorts and a red, white and blue halter with cute sandals to match. Race fans were patriotic from what I saw on their bumper stickers.
I packed the cooler with sandwiches and snacks on one side, leaving the other side open for drinks. John was back in no time with bottled drinks and ice.
“Can I bring my camera?” I asked.
“Only if you have a rope to go around your neck. It’s easy to lose stuff there, especially if you have a few drinks.”
“John?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not going to be drinking and driving us, are you?” I didn’t really want to be a downer.
“I’ll have a few beers, but honestly, I’ve never gotten a buzz at the race. I sweat it all out as fast as I drink it and I’ll have a few bottles of water before I even get to the truck. I promise, I would never drive you drunk. If anything happened, I’d never forgive myself.”
John filled the cooler with his purchase and we loaded up his truck. He already had chairs waiting for us in the back.