A Dozen Dates

by Mitchell, Missy

  “Michael?” she whispered.

  “Mmm?”

  “What about date number four..? What happens on date number four?”

  “Passionate kissing,” Michael whispered into her ear before nibbling on it.

  “Is there any boobs?” Gemma asked between sighs.

  “No... No boobs allowed on date number four...” Michael informed her amid placing sensual kisses on her throat.

  Gemma reached her hands up behind her head and untied her halter top. Michael lifted his head to see what she was doing. “Gemma...” he warned in a whisper. She slowly brought her hands down; a strap contained in each until she peeled the soft white fabric from her swelling breasts, all the time watching Michael as he intently and lustfully viewed her slow and very sensual movements.

  “I guess this isn’t date number four...” she murmured.

  Michael kissed her deeply, before conceding, “I guess not...”

  Gemma watched as he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and began kissing and sucking on in, electric shocks shooting through her body and she responsively arched her back in elation. “Oh, my god... What is the next date?”

  “Number seven...” Michael informed her as his mouth crossed the valley to her other breast. Gemma winced again as his mouth closed over her other nipple.

  “Oh my god... Michael, what is number seven..?”

  Michael looked up at his girl’s delicate features and described it to her as he performed it. “Number seven is where....” Michael slowly slid his hand down Gemma’s body, “I slide my hand down here...” He loved to watch her squirm helplessly under his touch.

  Gemma felt his hand brush over her body and then his fingers tuck up under her tiny skirt.

  “All the way,” Michael continued as he pushed up her denim skirt, exposing her panties, “Until we get to here.” Michael placed his hand on her pubic mound, warm honey seeping through the fabric and dampening his fingers. Suddenly he felt his own insides respond as hers obviously were and he continued under duress, his voice deepening, “But no going under...” Michael desperately wanted to put his hands under the fine fabric of her panties and play in her petals as he had done previously – and more. Instead, he tried to content himself with lowering his mouth and taking her nipple gently between his teeth.

  Gemma began to pant and gasp for air. The acute sensation of his sharp teeth on her nipple was intensely frightening and she could feel her pubic button begin to throb. “What’s number ten?” she asked, barely able to get the words out between desperate gasps for air and sanity.

  “Number ten is sex...” Michael whispered, his warm breath still tantalising her as it breezed across her wet nipple.

  “I want number ten...” Gemma exclaimed.

  Michael froze for a moment before explaining, “We’re not up to number ten yet...”

  Gemma grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to make him look at her, “I want number ten.”

  “Gemma, what about number seven..?” Michael asked, trying to do the right thing by her.

  ‘Michael, please...” she pleaded with him as she pushed her mound against his hand, and then whispered, “Give me number ten tonight.”

  Her needing him so was seeing Michael’s resolve fade rapidly and he whispered, “Are you sure?” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and felt her rub her wet panties against his hand again. He began to tremble in anticipation to her answer.

  “Yes,” she almost yelped.

  “Number ten...” he whispered, almost hoarsely.

  “Ten,” she quietly confirmed.

  Gemma felt Michael’s hand leave her panties and rise to fumble with the buckle of her belt and she lowered her own hands to help. She unbuckled the belt, popped the button on her denim skirt and pulled down the zip, before edging the skirt itself down her hips. She felt Michael take one of her hands and place it on his shoulder before tugging the skirt down to her thighs – she lifted her legs and bent her knees, allowing him to remove it.

  Gemma was aching for him. His teeth on her nipple, his hand again pressed against the damp fabric of her panties – it was all too much... It was leaving her breathless. She shoved her hands in his hair, grabbing his head desperately and pulling it up so she could kiss him. She began to lightly claw her way down Michael’s back, as she did, feeling his muscles twitch and shudder with every tiny movement; and when she dug her thumbs in and massaged the small of his back she heard him moan in delight.

  He kissed her hungrily, almost a little rough, but Gemma needed it too and wasn’t about to stop him, instead she lowered her hand and started rubbing and squeezing the muscles in his bottom before reaching up and pushing his shorts down as far as she could reach; then she again massaged and palpated his flesh.

  Michael groaned and moved his mouth to her jaw, and nibbled on firstly it and then her throat, before kneeling up and sliding his shorts down to his knees and then removing them.

  Gemma stared as his proud erection fell free of the confining clothing – she smiled slightly and blushed and Michael smiled back at her. His smile gave her confidence and she sat up and placed her hand on his thigh. Michael wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and she shyly nuzzled into it before welcoming his beautiful kiss. She wanted to touch him – his phallus, and the thought made her swallow nervously. She walked her fingers further up his thigh, as she melded with the onslaught of his affectionate kisses.

  Michael’s other hand caressed her ribs, and becoming aware of the cloth still wrapping around her, he reached both hands down and lifted the garment up over her head, her hands rising skyward and then tumbling to his chest, then he felt her slide one hand caringly up to his nape and the other tickle its way down to his torso. Michael pulled her hard against him, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling her hard nipples poke at him and he locked his mouth over hers again, trying to remember to breathe as he felt her exploring hand grow ever braver. Then, he felt the delicate stroke of her slender fingers along his shaft and her small hand finally wrapped around him.

  Gemma heard Michael groan as he kissed her – she could tell he liked the way she touched him. She was fascinated by the hardness of him and she kindly slid her hand down his length to feel his potency. “Nnnn,” the noise she expressed wasn’t a word, but it spoke volumes about her curious and sexual excitement. She slowly slid her hand back up to the top, and investigated the shape of its point, poking and prodding and tickling, until she came across a solitary droplet of fluid. She smeared it with a single finger, running it around his circumference and she heard Michael begin to gasp and moan.

  “Gemma,” he mumbled into her ear, his breath hot. Gemma ran her hand back down and up his shaft, excited by all his maleness – his form, his odour and his low husky voice.

  Suddenly Michael grabbed her arm and slowly pulled her hand from him. He leant into her and nudged her, encouraging her to lie back down and then without hesitating he stripped her panties from her. He straddled one of her legs and then with one hand pushed her hips slightly ajar, before lowering his mouth onto her aching mound and kissing it. An intense, almost pain ran through Gemma’s chest up to her throat and she gasped out loud, the noise spilling out from somewhere deep inside her. Her legs quivered uncontrollably as she felt his tongue dart over and over her button, and more of that primal noise erupted out of her. Then somewhere in the haze she felt Michael’s finger find its way in between her delicate folds and then that noise again... her noise... echoed in her ears as he pushed it up inside of her.

  He kissed her button again before raising his head and body and moving up so he could kiss her mouth, but Gemma couldn’t kiss. She felt Michael’s breath and kisses on her neck...His finger taunted her again and again and then his thumb found her clitoris. Gemma was powerless, completely entranced by the moment, and she hardly noticed him moving over her, placing himself between her shuddering thighs, removing his finger and positioning himself.

  Michael pushed himself inside her and as
he did Gemma opened her hips, gladly accepting him. She moaned as his size slid in an out of her, massaging her in a way she had never known - a very intimate way. Her hands caressed his back and shoulders and soon she felt his lips on hers again. He kissed her, and somewhere in the fog she managed to kiss him back a little before sighing and rolling her head back, arching her chest forward. Michael took her breast in his hand and then eagerly moved from kissing her throat down to her suckling on her nipple. He put his other hand on her other breast, squeezing them and taking turns entertaining them with his mouth.

  Electricity ran through her body as Michael’s teeth nibbled on her sensitive points and her pubic region burned, throbbing with raw need. Muscles she didn’t know she had now felt tense beyond redemption and she heard herself groaning with desire. “Aaaah...” she cried out, “Aaaah” and then a grunt, and then she was powerless to her body’s convulsive contortions as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled over her until she was rendered helpless, lying, catching her breath and trembling.

  Michael looked at her – her face glowing with dampness... Relaxed and weak after giving into her carnal desires... She was incredible – the sexiest thing he had ever known... And she was his. He started kissing her neck... He loved being inside her... he loved how she felt and how she made him feel... And he was feeling fine... really fine.

  Gemma heard Michael begin moaning and his assault on her intensified. “Michael,” she whispered and he raised his eyes to look into hers again, his heavy breaths blowing on her chin... She gently turned his head and started nibbling on his ear before her barely audible voice informed him, “I’m on the pill.” Instantly she heard him groan as if thrilled by the tiny announcement.

  Michael returned to face her and stared into the pretty grey eyes of the feminine creature that was inviting his seed. He leant in and tried to kiss her, but his tension was too great and then to his delight, the sweet thing lifted her head and planted tender kisses on him. His lips parted for her as he stared into the depths of her beautiful soul. She looked back at him, her eyes misty and loving as her wet mouth tasted and tantalised him. Then the beast took him and his muscles rippled as he tensed and shuddered and roared as he filled her with his essence.

  Michael collapsed, catching his breath, his head falling into the pillow beside her ear. “Oh my God, Gemma...” his breathy whisper was full of emotion. Gemma slightly turned her head and lightly kissed his cheek, fulfilled by the sense of peace and contentment she sensed in him.

  Chapter Eight

  Open day... Michael and Gemma arose early and quickly dressed and removed all evidence that somebody had been staying there and then spent the rest of the early hours hanging off each other, cuddling and kissing, teasing and flirting until Nathan arrived and realised something was up. He studied them until it eventually dawned on him – they were an item! Finally..! Nathan smiled to himself. Those oysters must have worked after all...

  “Oh my God, will you two stop glowing... We’ve got people coming through here soon and you’re going to scare them off,” Nathan claimed. He watched as they started walking back through the yard, before stopping and hopelessly smooching again. He clapped his hand twice; loudly, “Come on Guys... Business faces!”

  “It’s okay Nathan; I’m leaving in a minute...” Gemma slurred, looking up from under drunken lids, but not the kind of drunkenness induced by alcohol, and when Michael looked up Nathan noticed he looked no better.

  “Oh my God... You two need to get a room,” Nathan decided.

  “We are!” declared Michael, “Tonight! We are going to go to Caloundra for a couple of days...”

  Nathan smiled, very pleased for his very happy brother, “Good! Now just try and look normal so we can sell this place before you go...”

  “I’m going...” Gemma stated.

  “You don’t have to go...” Nathan told her.

  “Yes I do.”

  “I’m just going to walk Gem to the car and I will be back,” Michael informed him.

  “Yeah, we wouldn’t want her getting lost...” Nathan stated sarcastically as he shook his head, and Michael chuckled.

  Gemma opened her door, but Michael grabbed her around the waist before she could climb in, and they engaged in another long, deep and passionate kiss. Gemma sighed as his tongue lovingly, but commandingly probed her mouth and she succumbed to yet another round of oral lovemaking. “I want another number ten...” she confessed.

  “Well, you can’t have one yet...” Michael informed her and Gemma’s eyes shot open in incredulity. “We have to back up and have our other dates – do this the right way.”

  “Oh,” she whined. “Is breakfast a date?”

  “It can be...”

  “Well, can we call this morning number three and get it out of the way?” Gemma suggested and Michael laughed at her sexual impatience.

  “I think this morning has been a bit too hot to be considered a number three – perhaps a number four...”

  “Whatever... Just hurry up and tick them off!” she forcefully suggested.

  Much to everybody’s thrill, the house had a speedy and hassle-free sale, and although the money wasn’t quite in their hands, Michael grabbed his girl and whisked her away to Caloundra!

  Another beach city, though quiet in comparison to the Gold Coast, Caloundra was to the North on a picturesque strip of shoreline known as the Sunshine Coast.

  They checked into their suite at four o’clock and looked around... “Wow! This is really beautiful,” expressed Gemma, “I’ve never stayed in a place this nice before...”

  “No, me either...” Michael informed her. “No point when you are on your own...” Gemma looked at him and smiled.

  The bedroom was luxuriously decorated – a king sized bed made up in regal white linen and accented with ocean green and blue cushions and a throw rug. It had a spa bath in the corner and a flat screen TV on the wall, promising a selection of a dozen channels, including movie channels. It opened up to the open-plan lounge, dining and kitchenette area through wooden concertina style doors, and the lounge in turn led out to a medium sized balcony which had a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean, and a shoreline dotted with Bunya Pines. Gemma breathed in the air and her eyelids fell heavy, “This is amazing... And so calming... Do you feel it Michael? The peaceful energy..?”

  Michael stepped up behind her and wrapped his hands around her tummy, and rested his chin on her shoulder, “I feel your energy...” Gemma brushed her hands along his arms and gently enfolded them over his and they just stood and enjoyed the view for a while, and then Michael started kissing her neck.

  Gemma felt the goose bumps reach over her body and she began to sigh, and then she felt Michael tilt her head and kiss her. His lips felt hot when pressed against hers, after they had been chilled by the afternoon ocean breeze.

  Gemma kissed him back, generously allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, “Nnnn.” Michael enjoyed the little raw noises that betrayed her.

  “Mmmm...” he wanted to take her now... But he wouldn’t – too many of their dates had skipped the date part... Michael wanted to take her out! “I’m hungry... Let’s go eat.”

  “Isn’t it a bit early?” Gemma inquired.

  “My stomach doesn’t think so...” Michael said, defending his position.

  “Fair enough... Where are we going?”

  “Oh, I’m not sure... We’ll drive along until we come across somewhere nice.”

  “Perhaps we could ask the concierge?” Gemma suggested.

  “That’s a good idea... You’re not just a pretty face are you?”

  “No... And being that you’re male, I will ask for directions while I’m at it!”

  Michael was pleasantly taken aback, she had done it again – surprised him. “I’ll have you know I don’t get lost!”

  “Of course you don’t...” Gemma said with the sweetest smile. Humph – Michael liked this cheekiness.

  He leaned into her in an intimidating yet very sensual wa
y, “I found the way into your heart...” Gemma just blushed and dipped her head.

  Gemma dressed in a long halter neck dress, the fabric brightly printed with tropical flowers; and a pair of sandals with small heels. She pinned her hair up at the sides, attached dangly tribal earrings to her lobes and applied light make-up, set off with a coral-rose lipstick.

  Michael wore his good blue jeans, a belt and a short sleeved burgundy shirt. “Shall we?”

  The restaurant they chose specialised in Asian cuisine, and was adorned accordingly. To enter, you had to walk over a bridge that carried you across the small trickling stream which originated from an ornamental waterfall. Gemma looked over the edge and could see a couple of goldfish swimming lazily. “Look!” she exclaimed, pointing out the fish to Michael.

  “That’s probably dinner!” he whispered to her, grinning.

  “It is not...”

  They looked at the various statues and idols in the foyer, and noticed one had incense burning next to it, as well as a drink and a plate of food. “That must be an offering...” Michael suggested, and Gemma nodded respectfully. Ancient looking art and wood carvings hung on the walls and oriental music chimed in the background.

  “Would you prefer a table inside or out in the garden?” the maitre d’ asked them.

  “Definitely the garden, please,” Michael informed him and instantly they were escorted out to a table in a quaint and secluded dining area. It was surrounded by thick yet artistically planted foliage, trees adorned with tiny lanterns and had what Gemma assumed was that same stream meandering through it and carrying the eye to various statues and water features. The ambience was sublime...

  The maitre d’ pulled out a chair for Gemma and offered to get them a bottle of wine which Michael accepted. Gemma looked at him and smiled, “Michael, this is perfect...” and Michael smiled back. They looked at the extensive menu, and feeling overwhelmed by the large selection of exotic choices, decided to opt for a standard mixed banquet.

  The maitre d’ returned shortly after with an ice filled wine cooler and proceeded to open the bottle and pour them each a glass before placing the wine into the cooler. The waitress greeted them soon after and placed a teapot and two tiny cups on the table, before going away and returning with two bowls of chicken and vegetable broth.