by Ana Vela
"It sure is", agreed Edwin, whose face was shining with sweat, "if we were in the tropics though, we wouldn't be wearing this many clothes".
"No," agreed Lily, "I don't think we would need any clothes at all".
She took his hand, and they ambled on; moving closer together as they passed, barely noticing, throngs of excited participants in the plant show. Coming to an uncrowded open space, they stopped and stood facing each other, each noticing the playful look on the others' face.
"It's really beautiful", said Lily, "thank you for bringing me here".
"You want to see more?" asked Edwin, who was standing in front of a small tree full of exuberant, red flowers with long pointed tongues.
"Well…" she glanced slowly around, breathing deeply in the humid atmosphere. "It is pretty hot in here…I'm getting quite uncomfortable really".
"Oh, really?" he asked slowly, gazing into her eyes.
She wiped the back of her hand across her chest in an attempt to dislodge the sweat running down her boobs; serving only, however, to make her hand sticky too. Gazing at Edwin, she noticed that the plant behind him was a hibiscus. Remembering his words in her dream, she smiled. It must be a sign...
"Well, we'd better go somewhere more comfortable", said Edwin, beaming at her in a way which made her insides melt as well as her skin.
They rode in his car to his apartment. As he led her up the stairs into his bedroom she was trying, but failing, to stop her legs from shaking.
"Please, make yourself comfortable", urged Edwin, gesturing to Lily a long, luxurious crushed-velvet couch. "I'll fetch some refreshments".
She sat, heart thumping, so wound-up with apprehensive excitement - or was it aroused nervousness? - that she could barely take in her surroundings. Her eyes flitted around, barely seeing the room, and she registered simply a few of the many intriguing objects which seemed to proliferate in here: a golden statuette of a naked, winged figure; a wide marble bowl filled with floating flowers and a fountain in the centre; a pineapple.
Yet despite these and the many other curious items on display, the main thing which arrested the attention of Lily was the centerpiece of the room: the bed. It was large and hung about with sumptuous red drapes. She could not help but begin imagining the games they could have there…
By the time Edwin returned, Lily was already throbbing all over with suppressed arousal; feeling like some kind of string instrument being wound up tighter and tighter; becoming more attuned. Edwin sat next to her on the couch, placing the tray he was carrying on the low, round table before them. On it were a couple of glasses, a bottle of red wine, and a wooden bowl of luscious cherries, strawberries and peaches; interspersed with small round balls of what looked like some kind of delicious chocolate. Lily gasped in delight.
"All of my favorite fruit! But how did you - and where did you get them at this time…?" - she glanced into his eyes and faltered as he raised his eyebrows winningly, silencing her as she felt herself drawn into those emerald pools.
"I can give you only the best, Lily", he said gently, pouring the wine for them. She noticed vaguely that somewhere a delectably smooth saxophone was playing softly over a mouthwatering bass-line, and she felt herself taken with the music, leaning back on the couch as she took her proffered glass from Edwin and sipped slowly. It was divine.
She was still unsure of how to communicate her feelings to Edwin but this was becoming increasingly irrelevant as she felt the momentum of the wave of passion which seemed to be rolling ever closer towards the two of them. As Edwin moved closer to her she could almost feel the ripples of his energy; nourishing her in ways she did not quite yet understand. She breathed deeply, tasting Edwin's tantalizing aroma in her nostrils, and unconsciously moved her body to his so that they were almost touching.
They looked into each others' eyes, both savoring the thrill of the wave rolling deliciously closer.
Lily had never been so hesitant about taking the sexual initiative before; but something about the situation meant that she wanted everything to go perfectly. She moved her face towards Edwin's slowly, and then gasped as he held up his hand, creating a shield in between their mouths. She hesitated, unsure at first of what game he was playing; then noticed that he was offering her one of the darkest, plumpest cherries she had ever seen.
Gently, he pressed it to her lips and she took it, feeling like she was ritually entering another world as she bit through the firm yet squidgy flesh, spraying the rich juice all around the inside of her mouth. She closed her eyes, taking in the incredible sensation.
"Wow", she breathed, as, eyes still closed, she brought the cherry stone to her lips and removed it.
Then she gasped as she felt something else on her mouth; the soft, powerful caress of Edwin's lips on hers. Her body reacted instantly to his kiss with swirling excitement and scrumptious moistness, and she brought her hands to his body, caressing his muscular torso as his tongue rolled over hers, and he sucked the cherry juice from her mouth in delight. She felt his hands playing gently over her entire body; creating goose-pimples on her arms and chest as she pressed against him on the couch; pushing him backwards so that he nearly overbalanced and they stopped kissing for a moment to burst into laughter.
There was a pause then as they looked at each other, still smiling; then in a flash of passion they leapt upon each other, opening their mouths wide to explore each others' tongues; rubbing and stroking in a tight caress as they writhed together upon the couch.
"Oh Edwin, I've wanted you so much…" began Lily, but he silenced her with a kiss and took her hand, guiding her up and onto the enticing bed. She complied willingly as he bent and unshod her, then rubbed his hands slowly up from her feet along her legs and thighs, alighting delicately on her belly and advancing up along her breasts, stroking them tantalizingly as they continued to kiss with an intensity that was arousing Lily increasingly.
She wanted to offer herself to him in a way she had never wanted to with any man, and began tearing open the buttons of her pink cotton blouse for him to access her. He growled in pleasure and smoothly finished the extrication, burying his face in her belly and inhaling happily while she ran her fingers longingly through his thick curly hair. She sighed as he moved his head down to the button of her tight black trousers; and unable to stand the anticipation, grappled with the button herself, rolling her trousers down for him to continue his explorations.
He was kneeling on the floor now, beaming up at her as she spread her legs wide; her exposed knickers already damp with excitement, and he grabbed these with his teeth and tugged them, titillatingly slowly, free from her body. She was wriggling around, overcome with tantalization, and her whole body responded with bubbles of ecstasy as his tongue made contact with her clitoris and he began suavely revolving it inside her.
He was licking her with incredible sensitivity; alternately making his tongue pointy and thrusting and flexible and smooth as he investigated her inviting pussy. She moaned, shivering in bliss as he lapped at her with long strokes, poking his tongue right inside her and gyrating it around her most sensitive points; bringing fizzingly delightful sensations down to her whole body as he pulled his tongue right out again, teasingly tasting her groin and then entering her again, sending her jittering around the bed.
But despite the exquisite sensations he was producing, she could feel herself tensing around him; even as he quested further inside her with masterful skill. She tried to relax and simply enjoy his magnificent tongue; but something was wrong. She glanced around the palatial boudoir in consternation, then brought her head up, meeting Edwin's eyes as he raised an eyebrow questioningly; tongue still deep inside her pussy. What was wrong with her? Wasn't this what she wanted? She squeezed her eyes shut, becoming desperate not to spoil the heavenly mood.
Feeling an electric pulse running up her body she opened her eyes to see Edwin running his tongue along her belly, up to her breasts and then bringing his head up he leaned over her and looked steadily into h
er eyes.
"You can let go completely, now, if you want", he said softly, reaching up to stroke her long dark hair and her pale cheeks. She sniffed, hating herself but unable to hold back the emotions building up inside her.
"I do want, Edwin: at least, I think I do…" she began, and stopped as he sobbing overtook her. She rolled over to hide her face from Edwin; crying muffledly into the red sheets. She had ruined their sex! Uncontrollably, she began sobbing harder.
She felt a powerful hand massaging her shoulders and his delectable lips on her cheek. Surprised, she looked around to see him gazing at her with what seemed like infinite tenderness. She had been sure he would be turned off by her odd performance.
"I'm s-s-sorry", she muttered, tears still streaming from her green eyes.
He laughed gently, still massaging her with gentlemanly care.
"If there is something wrong you can find it and clear it," he said. "But don't worry if you can't put it into words…"
"I just feel so confused!" exclaimed Lily, wondering how she could be showing such a vulnerability to such a man.
Yet something about his attentive presence caused her to continue, "It just feels wrong; it feels so wrong! I mean, it feels right of course, what you do to me, but…" she trailed off again, unsure if she could voice her thoughts or if they would simply exacerbate the situation.
She rolled to her side, pulling her knees to her chest and gazing at Edwin in disoriented perplexity. He came and lay on his side too, facing her, and seeing her shiver slightly he pulled up the lustrous silken sheet to cover her. However, Lily batted it away with quite unexpected ferocity, then as if noticing this and regretting it, burst into tears again and covered her face with her hands.
"It feels wrong for you to have so much!" she explained through her fingers. "Sometimes I feel like we have such a deep connection; but then how can we connect when you don't even have the slightest clue about what it is to live a difficult life?"
She sobbed again, amazed that she had found the words to voice these feelings. Her hands were still covering her face in despair; for how could Edwin not kick her out after such sentiments had been expressed? She had been close, but something had not quite clicked. Her shoulders shook as she attempted to quell another outburst of sobbing.
To her intense amazement, she felt his arms reaching around her shoulders and him pulling her very gently towards him. His shirt was undone and she found his broad, golden chest irresistible; nestling into it as she continued sniffling. He held her to him in a ball and squeezed, murmuring,
"Lily, Lily, Lily, it's alright, Lily".
She felt his firm caress and began to uncoil slightly, though still sniffling. Tentatively, she peeped out from behind her hands and saw his beautiful smile greeting her. She blinked in confusion. He wasn't angry with her?
"What you are confused about seems to be quite abstract worries", he commented slowly, "Which have no bearing on the present moment".
"They don't?" asked Lily, relaxing somewhat into his embrace.
"We do not need to think about the past", he continued lightly; "what's important is to concentrate on the now".
She took this in, relaxing more, still not quite believing that everything could be alright.
He looked at her, still rubbing and stroking as she untensed more and more. The wave of inexorable passion, seemingly having submerged, was now rising again with even more intensity than before. She put her arms around him and he said beguilingly, "I can give you so much, Lily. All you have to do is open yourself to receive me…"
She looked into his eyes, entranced. Maybe he was right: her worries were unnecessary. Or maybe they did have some truth: either way, she realized, it was indeed unnecessary to consider them, here and now, when there were so many things going on which felt so right.
His fingers were roaming all over her body, tenderly finding her vagina and rubbing tantalizingly. She uncurled herself fully, wriggling happily on his fingers, forgetting her tears. She pulled his shirt from him, stroking his chest playfully as she found herself relaxing further and ever further. He sighed, and she felt his deep breathing resonating through him as she began exploring his crotch; pulling his white trousers and silk boxer shorts from him as he continued to finger her vivaciously.
Now they were lying naked facing each other on the red bed and she tapped her fingers over his thighs and balls, causing him to sigh again. She was breathing deeply too; with each breath opening herself more to his penetrating fingers; and she clasped his fantastically stiff penis, rubbing it eagerly over her sticky clitoris as he continued his massaging inside her.
She recalled her words in her dream: 'what a pretty dick!' and she told him now in the real world. He laughed and kissed her lovingly, and slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy as she guided him inside her.
They both gasped as he entered, and Edwin clasped his arms around Lily, penetrating her thoroughly. He began to rock his thighs backwards and forwards, pumping gently inside her as at a well, and they rolled around the bed together, fucking dreamily.
The situation was in fact so close to Lily's erotic dream of Edwin that she was finding it difficult to believe it was really real. His dick felt different, sure; thinner and somehow more versatile; and infinitely yummier. The unrealness of the situation was certainly facilitating her loosening and she felt her entire body becoming warm and fuzzy as he laid her below him and increased his pumping, reaching inside her to her very centre; to the centre which she had half-forgotten even existed; as she felt herself unfolding around him and the wave curling over them to a fantastic peak; exploding over them as their love-making reached frenetic heights. Everything which she had been crying about; all of her tensions and anxieties, were being pumped away by his deep and thrilling action; transforming into powerful energetic satisfaction.
Moaning, all fears transcended, she came spectacularly, throbbing and squeezing around Edwin's dick for several minutes while he cried "YES!"
*******
She could still feel the reverberations of her incredible orgasm over the next few days, and her inner being felt more alive than ever before. Still, working full-time at The Corner was probably one way to stifle it again, she mused as she lay sprawled on her sofa at the end of a busy twelve-hour shift. But what else could she do? She wasn't sure if there was an alternative.
Achey as she was, she was smiling beatifically as she replayed again some parts of that extravagant feast of an evening with Edwin. They had fucked for hours; stopping occasionally to feed each other the achingly erotic fruits and chocolates.
"Until you are ready to give up everything you cannot grow properly", Edwin had whispered to her as they lay smeared in juices of all kinds.
"Everything?" she inquired, tracing a line of peach juice down his navel hair to his sticky penis.
"Everything," he groaned, wriggling in pleasure.
"Hmm," she considered, half-convinced. "And what about you?"
He turned to face her, holding her in his arms, saying
"I give myself to the world, without reserve. It's my pleasure: to give and give."
He fixed his eyes on hers, and declared:
"Lily, I give myself to you."
She tingled euphorically. He beamed at her; open; emanating joy.
"All of me is yours - to play with…"
Lily agreed that giving sometimes felt good: sometimes (especially with Edwin) it felt really good. But did she want to keep giving her attention to bar work, when she was just beginning to sense the depth of her artistic potential? Of course, there were things like rent and food to consider. But she did have more cash than before, and maybe - just maybe - if she cut back on going out drinking even more than she already was, she could make the change.
It was scary, imagining not having the security of her regular wage.
But she felt implicitly that it would be alright; that by giving more of herself to the world the world could help her to grow. With Edwin's words playing
in her mind she arranged with a reluctant Bill to cut down her shifts by half.
The very next day she received a message from Eugene. Some friends of his were putting on an exhibition and were looking for artists to participate; and he had suggested Lily.
Lily read the message wide-eyed as she crunched thoughtfully on an apple. The world was responding fast to her!
*******
The next couple of weeks whirled past in an eddy of exciting activities. The theme of the show was "Observing Flow" and Lily, having met some of the other artists collaborating and been inspired by some of their pieces, immediately went out and spent all of what little money she had saved on materials, and began painting feverishly. The next time she met Edwin, to her slight consternation he came to visit her at her flat. When he had first asked to see her abode she had resisted; feeling instinctively that being a man surrounded by high quality, it would seem unacceptably squalid. But Edwin had insisted that he come.