“Hmm, that’s delicious,” I said as I feasted on her lips, parting mine to allow her tongue access.
“You’re beautiful.” She breathed the words into my ear, sending goose bumps down my spine.
“You too.”
Her face was like ice, but her mouth, so warm and welcoming, heated me to the core. I desperately wanted to move further south towards her other warmth, but my mother’s warning about cows and milk haunted me. I had to slow this down. She was too important to risk giving it away for free. My dilemma was soon forgotten. She reached around me and opened the car door. I practically fell into the seat and she tumbled in after me. We didn’t go all the way, but her kisses were out of this world.
I can’t remember her driving us back to my house, but I can remember every detail about her talented tongue and passionate embrace that left us both breathless.
“Are you up for lobster and all the trimmings? There’s a great place at City Island.”
“Lobster?” She was a resident and lobster dinners weren’t cheap. I could offer to split the bill.
“I should have asked first. Do you keep kosher?”
“Me? No. I love lobster, bacon, and veal parmesan is my favorite.”
“Good. How about we go to the Lobster Box next Saturday then?”
“Lobster Box?” I grinned. “Great name.”
“Don’t start. I’m sure that’s not what they meant. If you’d rather go to Seashore, we could do that.”
“No way, I think the box sounds like fun.” I winked, and then I remembered teasing wasn’t fair if I wasn’t planning on putting out. I tucked away the grin by sucking the insides of my cheeks with my teeth. It only served to make me look like a fish. Leslie tried to keep a straight face, but she ended up laughing her ass off and so did I.
“Well?” She looked at me expectantly.
I had forgotten I hadn’t answered her question. “Sure. I’m actually working 7-3 next weekend and will be in the Bronx.”
“Perfect. You can come over after work, shower, change, and we’ll go. I only have rounds at Jacoby in the morning. Just park in the garage across from my building. I’ll give you directions, if you promise to follow them.”
“I’d love it!” I hoped I didn’t sound too enthusiastic but it was easy to tell when I was excited and after twenty-three years, I doubted there was much chance of changing my personality.
“Great, see you then.”
I gave her a smooch for the road and didn’t close the front door until long after she’d gone.
It was the best date ever. Edna didn’t miss a trick commenting on my glow, vim and vigor. Infatuation had me buzzing around the nursing home believing I was Wonder Woman and that I’d cure the world and restore youth with proper eating habits.
Leslie and I spoke on the phone every night, sometimes for hours if time allowed, yet ending our conversation and waiting to see her was sheer torture the likes of which I’d hadn’t experienced before. This had to mean something because I’d never anticipated a date with anyone quite the way I did with Leslie.
The Friday before our lobster date, I’d hardly slept, yet I felt more refreshed than ever when Saturday finally rolled around. I must have dozed off some because I woke up early hugging my pillow as if it were Leslie in my arms. It was unbelievable how easy going in for the early shift was when spring was in the air, the birds were chirping outside my window, and I was going to meet my girl for a fancy dinner.
My suitcase was packed for days. After much deliberation, I’d eventually settled on lined navy wool slacks, a fitted white V-neck sweater that showed off ample cleavage and my comfy old Frye boots. All I needed to add was a change of undies, Charlie cologne for that outdoorsy, not too girly, scent, and a few other toiletries. I stuffed the last minute items in a small hippy flowered overnight bag and headed to work.
The day dragged, but three o’clock eventually came. I punched out and drove to Leslie’s. Her directions were great – I only got lost for fifteen minutes because my mind was occupied with thoughts about meeting her family for the first time. I’d already bitten off the cuticles of my left hand when I started chewing on the right. Leslie’s family knew she was a lesbian. She told me her sisters were cool with it, but her parents preferred to pretend all was kosher and she’d find the right man someday.
I rang the bell and took a deep breath. The hallway smelled like garlic and stale cigarette smoke. A young woman answered the door.
“Hi. Laurie, right? I’m Dara, Leslie’s terrific looking sister.”
What a knockout Dara was…and modest too. She sported a huge solitaire diamond engagement ring that was hard to miss, unless you were checking out her double D’s. She moved aside so that I could pass, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get in without some contact with her breasts. The apartment was hot, and I shrugged off my jacket at once. Dara took my coat and flung it on the couch just inside the door.
“Lez, your friend’s here,” she called, as she put a tape in the Sony Betamax and plopped her well-shaped butt on the sofa in front of the TV. I had to stop myself from gawking, but when Leslie came out to greet me, Dara ceased to exist. I smiled wistfully and appreciated how amazing Leslie looked in clean blue scrubs with wet hair, just washed skin, and Albert Einstein College of Medicine written to the left of her heart.
“Come here.” She grasped my hand and leaned in for a kiss. My body involuntarily stiffened when our lips met in front of her sister. Dara didn’t seem to notice nor did she care. Leslie led me to the kitchen, and I obediently followed. At that point, I’d follow her anywhere.
“Can I get you a snack or something to drink?”
“No thanks.”
She poured herself some cranberry juice, and I licked my lips as the dark red liquid entered her mouth and quickly disappeared.
In her room with the door closed, I got a proper kiss. She pulled away and glanced at the clock. “I made early reservations, if that’s okay?”
“Of course. I’ve been up since five. I could eat.”
“You could, could you? Shame you can’t stay over tonight. I mean, you have a long commute and we live about five minutes from your job.”
“I don’t mind.” I heard what she said, but I didn’t trust myself to continue the flirting. The proximity and my current state of arousal had me desperate to rip off her scrubs.
“My parents are playing cards at Edna’s later – she lives three floors up – and my dad spends an eternity in the bathroom before they go. Would you like to shower and change now?”
“Sure.”
She handed me two towels and a brand new bar of Ivory. I kissed her in return and headed for the bathroom.
The hot water felt good; however, what I really needed was a cold shower. I toyed with the idea of taking the edge off with a swift autoerotic interlude, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it in her house, even if the locked door and lack of a window lent itself to the utmost privacy.
My stomach was more distended than usual, and I wished I’d packed anything other than my lined navy slacks. I had to lie on the floor and even then, the zipper wouldn’t budge. “Shit, shit, shit!” The bathroom wasn’t big enough to stretch my legs, which didn’t help. I started to sweat from the steamy room and cursed again.
I heard a tap on the door. I sucked in my breath and tugged at the zipper, until it caught.
Leslie shouted, “Are you all right in there?”
I tried one last ditch effort to close the pants and the zipper broke.
“Dammit!”
She knocked harder. “Laurie, what’s going on?”
I had no choice. I opened the door and told her what happened. “I have nothing else to wear.”
“Oh, is that all? I thought you were hurt. We’ll find you something.”
“Thanks,” I said, sheepishly.
“Come on.”
I loved the way she protectively took my hand, but a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I groaned, and she stopped.
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“Are you okay?”
“My stomach is killing me.” I tried to hide my broken zipper under my sweater.
“Do you want Maalox or something?”
“Yeah, that and some aspirin would be great.”
“You want to stay in tonight? We’ll have the place to ourselves.”
“No, I’ll be all right. I know you’re looking forward to lobster and I’m hungry despite the sporadic pain. I’ll be fine.”
She looked skeptical, but I managed a convincing reassuring smile. At least I thought so until she put the back of her hand on my forehead and grabbed my wrist to check my pulse. I contemplated asking her to palpate my abdomen while she was at it, but I was too vulnerable and knew it’d be too obvious what I really had in mind.
Luckily, her loaner pants sufficed with the help of a belt and shortening of the length. Leslie sewed a hem with perfect even stitches. I marveled at her talented hands and had no doubt she’d make a wonderful surgeon, among other things. I broke out into another sweat and prayed I wasn’t getting sick on top of everything else that had gone wrong.
By the time we hit Pelham Parkway eastbound right before the City Island Bridge, I felt better. She pointed out Seashore and then continued on City Island Avenue until we came to the Lobster Box. The architecture blended in with the old-fashioned maritime town. The sun had long since gone down, but the lights flickered on what resembled shimmering glass behind the one-story white building. I bet the view on the water at sunset was breathtaking too.
Over Pinot Grigio and two-pound lobsters, whatever intestinal distress I had suffered earlier was history.
“You’re getting lobster juice on your glasses,” she commented. Our eyes met and held. I thought she looked a bit spotty.
“Oh, I am, aren’t I? But this is so good. Are you going to finish your potatoes?” I looked at her plate. I couldn’t see all that delicious food going to waste and was completely at ease in her company.
“No, here. And you may as well pick the rest of meat out of the claws since you’re a pro.” She handed over the lobster shell and I got to work, licking my fingers and pushing my glasses back up with my knuckle.
“I love watching you eat.” She wiped some butter off my chin with her napkin.
“Eating is one of my favorite activities.”
“What are some of your other favorite activities?” Her green eyes darkened and when she placed her hand on my knee, I had no doubt of her intentions. I wanted to go there too.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I was suddenly too full of food and yet ravenous for her touch – everywhere.
“Why don’t we get the check,” she said. “Unless you want dessert.”
“Oh, I’d love dessert, but not here.” I had an overwhelming desire to sit on her lap, but I controlled myself.
The trip back to her place was a blur, but stumbling on the way to her bedroom in the empty apartment was a treasured moment etched forever in my mind.
“Where is everybody?” I managed between our heated wet kisses.
“Out.”
We’d dropped our jackets on the couch and she began pulling at my sweater. She lifted it over my head and then let it drop, not wasting a moment to envelope my bra-clad breasts in both her hands. She gently squeezed. I sucked in my breath. Each contraction low in my belly ebbed as if touched by magic. Every good feeling culminated in my crotch as her caresses became as needy as I was. Moisture pooled in my panties quicker than the cotton could absorb my heat. I swelled with a deep desire that required immediate attention or I’d end up in I.C.U.
“You’re so full,” she said, and unhooked my bra.
“Pre-menstrual,” I murmured, thankful for the sheer relief of releasing my swollen breasts. Not to mention my current state of arousal and how it was Leslie against PMS and so far, Leslie was in the lead. “I’m horny as hell.”
“Umm. Horny. You’ll need a cure for that.”
“Know any good doctors?”
“Perhaps we can take it out in trade. You need a doctor and I need a dietitian.”
“Perfect. You can start by increasing your energy expenditure and fucking me senseless.”
“She curses! What would her mother say?”
“Did you really need to bring up my mother?”
“Sorry.” She kissed away my pout. Mom would not approve of this on so many levels. Here I was going to have sex on the third date with a woman who hadn’t even proposed let alone professed her love, and I was going straight to hell or worse, I’d end up a spinster like my Aunt Hilde. God forbid! Poo, poo! I could see my Mom spitting to ward off evil spirits.
Just when I thought the moment was broken, Leslie lifted me off my feet and gently deposited my tush on the bed. She had my belt off pronto and with the ease of a strip tease artist, she had my, well, really her pants off like now you see them, now you don’t. I laughed at her intense concentration and effort in getting me naked. I had only one thought and that was for her to hurry and take off my panties. She did and I died and went to heaven right then and there.
“You’re so gorgeous. So wet. So…”
“So, stop stalling and get undressed already.”
“Bossy, aren’t we? You’re full of surprises.” She chuckled and took off her blouse and bra. Her pert breasts overwhelmed my senses. My body responded. My nipples tightened. My clit swelled to gigantic proportion. Liquid arousal ran down the inside of my thigh and dripped on the sheet. At last, she removed her pants and her moist tuft of hair was more than I could bear. I had to touch her there, I had no choice.
I drank in every nuance of the moment. I memorized the look of lust in her eyes and enjoyed the taste of chocolate mints, compliments of Lobster Box, on her tongue. I was lost in her breasts and her spicy scent intoxicated me. The fragrance of her ignited every pleasure organ in my body. We gyrated in a syncopated rhythm, with arms, legs, hands, everywhere, until I was about to burst.
“Wait, Laur, don’t come yet.”
“I can’t help it.” I shuddered. My clit grew more urgent and her touch more divine. “Oh…Lez, it’s happenn…ning.” Wondrous waves of pleasure shot through my belly and culminated in the tightening then releasing of my pussy in what was the most earth shaking climax ever. Tears leaked from my eyes and Leslie whisked them away with her tongue.
“You’re lovely when you come.”
“You can take all the credit for that.” I sat up and guided her onto her back. “Now it’s your turn.” I dove in vowing to outdo what she’d just done to me. My nipples grazed her cheek as my pussy coated her abdomen and I settled in for the grand prize.
“One ripe, juicy, Grade A, calorie-free, fragrant and delicious pussy coming right up.”
“Funny girl.”
I kissed my way down and took her nipple between my teeth, teasing the hardened tip with my tongue. The only sights and sounds that existed at that moment were her. I was absorbed in worshipping my goddess and leaving her wanting for nothing. She jumped slightly.
“Do you hear something?” she whispered.
I hated the interruption, but I raised my head and listened. “I only hear the sweet sound of your heart.” She seemed satisfied with that and I resumed toying with her breast.
There was a sudden loud crash. Startled, I accidentally clamped down on the nipple in my mouth.
“Yeow!”
I gasped and released her. We leaped out of bed.
“Lez?”
“Oh, God! Someone’s home. Quick, put on some clothes. Shit.” She handed me my crumbled wardrobe. My hands shook, but I managed. She practically jumped into her pants and threw on her shirt. There was no time for undergarments or shoes.
“Fix your hair. How’s mine?”
I buttoned her shirt as she ran her fingers through my messy medium length hair. Barely presentable, she smoothed the wrinkles from her pants and opened the door.
“Dad? I thought you were at Edna’s.”
“I came down for something.” A
deep crimson accentuated his jowls and sparse white hair when he glanced in my direction. Leslie turned towards me and indicated my sweater. I glanced down. It was stuck in my fly. Her father cleared his throat and looked around nervously for an escape.
“Daddy, this is Laurie, Laurie, dad.”
“Hi, nice to meet you,” I said, mortified beyond repair. This was not how I planned to meet her father.
“Same here.” After a brief and awkward silence he did an about face. Whatever he’d wanted was long forgotten. We heard the click, swish, and slam, signaling the door closing behind him and collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.
“Oh, God. Just kill me now. Please. Your father is going to think you’re dating the biggest slut.”
“He loves sluts.” Her smile was priceless.
“Thanks, that helps a lot.” Okay, so I didn’t do a very convincing smirk.
“Besides, it doesn’t matter what he thinks because I’m in love with you.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t form the words. She said, I’m in love with you and if I died right then, it’d be enough to sustain me for all eternity.
It didn’t take much coaxing to pick up where we left off. I buried my face in her sex and listened to what her slick folds and hard clit told me to do. I must have done it right because all was still. I didn’t stop. And then she came all over me, thrashing about and crying incoherently. I eased up and rode it out until she shivered and looked up at me.
“Double or nothing?” I offered.
“Oh God, no, you’ll kill me.” She gathered my head in her hands and kissed me all over. “Guess what this means.” She smothered me in more kisses.
“I love you too, Leslie. I really, truly do.”
Even with a broken zipper, getting caught in the throes of passion by a parent, and my period arriving early, I knew that Leslie was my beshert. I couldn’t wait to tell Edna that she’d done a mitzvah – a good deed.
The worries I had the next day that Leslie would think me cheap for putting out on the third date were put to rest when said that she would pay anything for the cow, symbolically speaking of course, and that she loved my milk.
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