by Jamie Knight
“We're actually planning a date night tonight.”
“How sweet!” Noah said.
“Serious?” Jim asked.
“Of course,” Noah said, nodding.
“I can't always tell.”
“Me either,” I said, trying to make Jim feel better.
He stopped. “Hey, why don't you two come with us?”
“Sorry?” I said.
“Come again?”
“It can be like a double-date,” Jim said with characteristic enthusiasm.
“I'm sorry how old are we?” Noah asked.
“You think it sounds what? Adolescent?” Jim asked.
“I was thinking more old-school,” Noah said, “When was the last time you heard of someone going on a double date?”
“Other than Vicky and me?” Jim asked.
“Yes,” Noah confirmed.
“Sometime around 2000.”
“Exactly.”
“Retro is hip,” Jim pointed out.
“You've seen my car, right?” Noah asked.
“Exactly, so, you'll come?”
“What do you think?” Noah asked, conferring with me.
“Sure, sounds like fun,” I said, liking the idea of Noah and I being on a real date.
“Great, we'll meet you at La Fromage at around seven.”
“Lovely,” Noah said.
“Great,” I concurred.
Jim kept going on his way and Noah and I both looked at each other, it clear from our expressions that we were both thinking pretty much the same thing.
“Did he say La Fromage?” I asked.
“He did.”
“Does he know what that means?”
“Probably not, which is why he was able to say it with a straight face,” Noah observed.
“That makes sense. I wonder why they call it that.”
“Most likely irony, assuming most American's wouldn't speak French well enough to get it.”
“Oh, okay. I thought maybe they had a lot of cheese-based dishes.”
“Well, you never know, it is a French restaurant,” Noah quipped.
“They can get rather excited about their cheese,” I agreed.
“I'm not sure if that is prejudiced or not,” Noah mused.
“Could be though it seems more like a stereotype.”
“True. Prejudices can come from stereotypes, but stereotypes aren't in themselves prejudices.”
“Oh yeah, talk dirty to me!” I joked.
“It was a wee bit pedantic, wasn't it?” he said blushing again.
“It actually is pretty sexy,” I admitted, “
“Really?” Noah asked, genuinely surprised.
“Brainy is the new sexy, baby,” I said, putting on my best salutary voice, “especially when you blush. Very cute.”
“Oh,” he said, blushing even harder.
“See, there it is again!”
I gave him a kiss of consolation on his warm, crimson cheek, and we headed out to our respective cars to prepare for the night's events.
At home, I debated what I should wear. My inner rebel wanted to be true to myself and dress like I normally do. Though my voice of reason told me to try my best to fit in with the restaurant, which I knew to be very fancy despite its in-joke of a name, as well with dashing Jim and his stunning wife, Vicky. They really could be on the cover of a magazine.
I searched until I found my one little black dress. The one my brother gave me when I finished high school. I couldn't really be sure if it was meant as a joke or not, being more of a jeans skirt and baggy top girl up until that point, but I decided to try and be touched deeply at, what I assumed to be, a thoughtful gesture.
I had actually lost some weight since high school when my hormones sorted themselves out, and the dress fit even better than when I first received it. I turned and spun in the mirror and looked at myself at all possible angles, liking what I saw. While not exactly skimpy, the skirt of the dress going down almost to my knees, the dress hugged me in a way that accentuated my curves as much as concealing them.
The next grand question was whether or not I should wear underwear. I decided to be naughty and go commando.
La Fromage was as fancy as it sounded. At least to those who did not know that it literally translated to The Cheese. A name which made me think of a sign with a giant wheel of brie. The image made me smile.
“Good evening,” said the host, with particularly good English.
“Good evening. I am Noah Wells, here to meet Jim and Vicky Howell.”
“Right this way, sir!” the host exclaimed taking off like he'd just heard a starter's pistol.
“Wow. Must be nice to be able to name drop,” I said as we hurried after him.
“Yes, it is,” Noah agreed.
Jim and Vicky were already at the table when we arrived, making me feel even more like we were intruding than I did before. I really wasn't sure about this double date. Jim just seemed like he would be happy to have us there, and I wanted to be there for him, and really, it was a thrill to be going on a date with Noah, even if it was, technically, someone else's date.
Sadly, it wasn't as romantic as I might have hoped. Jim was fine, but Vicky kept looking at me askance, and I wasn't sure why. I thought maybe she was under the impression that I had designs on her darling husband. I liked Jim alright but not in that way.
Then I wondered if she might have a thing for Noah, at least on a purely aesthetic or hormonal level, like how couples will have a “freebie” list of people they can sleep with and their partner can't get mad. Though, usually, the list is made up of pretty unlikely scenarios. Usually being made up entirely of completely unattainable celebrities both male and female. Basically the same, in terms of likelihood, starting a sentence with 'and then, when I catch a unicorn.'
“So, how did you two meet?” Vicky asked icily.
“He came into the cafe when I was working,” I blurted, completely forgetting about the thing about us meeting online.
“How romantic,” Jim said, more charitably then needed.
“Really?” Vicky asked, arching a perfectly shaped, red eyebrow.
“Sure, like something from a RomCom,” Jim doubled down.
“Remind me again, who is the girl here?” she snapped at her husband, drinking down some red wine.
“I would say the one who had the baby and did the nursing dear,” Jim said calmly.
“Good point,” Vicky said dropping it.
When it came to banter, Jim was nearly bullet-proof. Then again, so was Noah. It was easy to see how they got to be friends.
Things weren't much better when the food came. Not that Vicky ate that much. And there I was with an entire seafood platter. I guess if you have money all your life it changes your relationship to the necessities of existence. I still wasn't one to turn down free food. Just in case. I wondered if we should have ordered another bottle of wine or two. Probably two.
“You don't think he needs you, do you?” Vicky asked between the entree and dessert, while Noah and Jim were otherwise engaged. Something about how the eleventh Doctor was better than the tenth, with Noah coming down hard on the side of Matt Smith.
“What do you mean?”
“I know about the fucking fake fiancée charade. My friends have done it before. We’ve suggested it to other people. It has worked of course but come on, let's be real. With the body and face that Noah has, he really doesn't need any help from anyone. Don't get me wrong, hon, you really look hot, but hot girls are a dime a dozen in his world, they throw themselves at him all the time, and I have never heard about him saying no.”
I had a sudden pain in the pit of my stomach. It could have partly been the oysters but was mostly a natural reaction to the truth bomb that had just been dropped. Suddenly, I really didn't want to be there anymore.
“I-I have to go, I have a stomachache,” I said, hauling ass from the table and out the main doors into the cold night, not giving a solitary fuck who noticed.
> I got more than a block from the restaurant before I had to stop for breath. My heart pounding him my ears, my breath badly labored.
“Hey, you okay?” Noah asked, taking me gently by the arm after running after me.
“Yeah,” I said, clearly not okay.
“Was it what Vicky said?”
“No, of course not, I —” I lied.
Before I could finish, Noah kissed me. Not another little peck but a full-on passionate lip-lock the likes of which you read about in novels.
“That's how I feel for you,” he said, gently stroking my cheek. “No one else, just you.”
“Come on,” I said, taking him by the hand and leading him to my hearse.
“Where are we going?”
“First, to the restraint to get my purse.”
“And then?” he asked.
“My place.”
Chapter Nine - Emma
I pulled the hearse into a street spot. Noah already had his hand up my dress stroking my pussy. I was suddenly really glad I had decided to go commando. Removing his hand long enough for both of us to open our car doors, we got out and started racing each other to the entrance to my building.
Noah had a distinct advantage, not wearing heels. I went down once, but that was all that it took. Noah swooped me up into his strong arms and carried me the rest of the way to the door. Up the stairs, down the hall, he kissed me all the way, slipping me his tongue.
I didn't really know what I was doing but did my best. He seemed to pick up on my discomfort and went slower and more gently. I followed his lead and picked it up pretty fast.
He put me down when we got to the door, so I could unlock it, his hand firmly on my ass squeezing hard as I did so. I hobbled into the room, my system already awash with endorphins, making my legs feel weak. Noah took me by the waist, holding me up and guided me to the couch.
I'd never been bent over a couch before. I'd heard about it, though, and it seemed really sexy. Bent over the arm of the couch, my ass high in the air, Noah gently lifted the hem of my dress up to my hips, followed closely by his hand caressing my skin from my thighs up to my ass. Giving my ass a few more loving caresses, making me moan with pleasure, he slipped his hand back down and between my legs, gently cupping my tight little pussy.
He kissed the back of my neck as he messaged my tight, virgin lips, bringing up until then unknown depths of pleasure. I had touched myself before of course, but it had never felt like what Noah did that night.
He tried to slip a finger inside me, but it wouldn't quite go. I jerked a little and let out a small cry.
“You a virgin, baby?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered.
“It's okay, sweetheart,” he said, stroking my pussy lips again, making me hum with joy. “We just need to get you ready.”
“How?” I asked innocently.
By way of reply, he got on his knees behind me and ran his tongue the length of my pussy making me moan loud, long, and deep. I had never felt anything like that before. After a couple more passes, Noah took me firmly by the hips and pulled me gently backward as he buried his face int my tight, little, virgin pussy. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, holding on tight to nearest couch cushion.
He brought me to a massive orgasm making my entire body quiver with unbridled pleasure. Noah stopped licking and tenderly stroked my lower back as I came down.
I reached back with both hands and spread my pussy wide, or at least as wide as I could under the circumstances, to let him know in uncertain terms that I was ready for him.
“That good, Emma?” he asked, managing to get two fingers inside me.
“Y-yes,” I gasped.
Wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me still, Noah slipped another finger inside me, making me rise a bit, but not from pain, and fingered me to another orgasm, leaving me almost non-verbal as the waves of pleasure washed over me. He held me tight, kissing the back of my neck as I quivered.
When I was ready, he once again got between my legs and pressing on my lower back, stroked the head of his cock against my pussy. I braced myself instinctively, and he slowly pushed in, working his cock into me inch by inch.
He was really big, but it didn't really hurt. There was some pressure, especially when he got up to my cherry. He eased off then and then it just felt good. After a pause, he pushed through to the other side of my cheery, not seeing to do much damage. It certainly didn't hurt much. What pain there was soon faded away and I was filled with the most exquisite pleasure. Similar to his fingers and tongue, only different and honestly a little more so.
“You okay?” Noah asked.
“Fuck, yes!”
I guess I communicated my pleasure quite clearly because before long Noah took me by the hips and started to fuck me faster, slowly gaining in both speed and intensity until the couch was moving from him pounding so hard. It was only minutes before I started to cum. Noah stopped pounding but left his cock inside me, my pussy actually tightening around his cock as I came.
He started to pull out, but I wasn't having that, actually arching back and taking hold of his beautiful cock. He stopped immediately and watched as I turned and got down on my knees in front of him, determined to try and give him as much pleasure as he had given me.
Not having really held a cock before, let alone sucked one, I decided to take it slow, first stroking him with both hands and then one, using the other to cup his balls. He seemed to like that, so I kept going, massaging his balls while continuing to stroke his shaft. He moaned softly and gently pet my hair, letting me know that he liked it.
Working up my courage, I started to lick his cock from bottom to top, gently licking and sucking his balls at the bottom of each pass. I spiraled my tongue around the salty head at the end.
On the ninth or tenth lick — I had lost count by then — I got really brave and dropped my mouth over his head and lowered my lips down his shaft, getting about halfway down before I started to gag. Easing off a bit, I started to gently suck his huge, hard cock. A bit nervous at first, I didn't do much, terrified I might brush him with my teeth, which was the last thing I wanted to do.
When I build up a bit more courage, I started sucking harder, making Noah moan deeply, clearly getting ready to cum. Undaunted, I kept going, more than willing to have him cum in my mouth. Excited actually. I was not disappointed either, Noah gifting me with a sheer torrent of thick, sweet cum, which I did my best to swallow down.
Noah gently pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. Again taking me by surprise, he's scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, still kissing me on the way.
Sitting me down on the edge of the bed, Noah peeled off my dress, leaving me completely naked. He stared at my boobs as though mesmerized, before taking them in each of his strong, gentle hands and massaged them tenderly. I honestly never knew that my boobs could feel so good, especially when he started to suck my nipples.
Gently pushing me onto my back, Noah put my legs over his shoulders, leaning down so he was low enough to kiss me. He had effectively pinned me down, making it impossible for me to move much. There was a point in my life when this would have scared me. Right then, though, it made me really hot.
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered as he slid his cock into my tight little pussy.
It was even better than from behind. That was good, but this way, as he moved, his huge cock hit my g-spot, building up the most siliceous pleasure. I grabbed onto his arms, urging him on, wanting even more, my pussy lips holding onto his cock as he fucked me. I came first again, shuddering against him. Noah held me tight and lovingly stroked my hair.
Gently pulling out of my pussy, Noah brought his cock around to my mouth, which I gladly accepted, sucking him hard until he unloaded into my lips.
Noah got onto the bed beside me and gently massaged my pussy as we kissed. I returned his affections as best I could in my current weakened, blissful state.
“Do you hurt?” he asked.
“No, it feels reall
y good,” I said.
“Good.”
He kissed me again, warm and sweet, and I snuggled up against him, and we cuddled until we both gently drifted to sleep.
Harsh daylight came too soon as it often does. I hadn't dreamed that I could remember but guessed it would have been good. I rolled over to tell Noah about this, but he was gone. In his stead was a piece of paper folded into an origami swan. I could see bits of writing on various parts of the swan and realized it was a note.
Reversing the folding pieces, I managed to uncover the note, written in exacting cursive. I was pretty sure he was trying to be delicate, but it still made me wonder if he was really interested in me or just playing games.
Chapter Ten - Noah
This was not my favorite thing. I was actually under the impression that one of the perks of being a partner at a law firm was that you didn't have to waste time with meetings anymore. An attitude leading many to call me anti-social, but this couldn't be further from the truth. I was asocial, which was a completely different thing. I didn't hate people; I just didn't have much interest in social interaction most of the time. I could fake it with the rest of them, particularly if I liked the person or people in question, though there was always an undercurrent of discomfort. Even with people I was close to like Jim and Ann. I mostly just liked to keep my own company.
I had a lot of sex, like Vicky had inserted, but the women always came to me. Kissing Emma, first on the cheek in her apartment and then later outside the restaurant, were the first two instances of me making the first move. While I couldn't say exactly what it was, I knew that there was something different about Emma. Something special that, through some sort of dark magic or natural mojo, brought out the best in me — or at least the better. I was no longer completely convinced that I still had a best. There came a point when you had to take stock of things and lower your expectations accordingly. Realistic expectations being a sign of maturity. Or so I had always heard.
The only people I knew who I would consider mature adults were Ann and Jim Howell. Then again, I didn't know many people, so it was a pretty limited sample base.