Zeke whistled softly and moved closer, nuzzling her neck. “Damn, Sue. That could amount to a small fortune.”
“Not really.” His interest in her money made her suddenly uncomfortable, while at the same time, his mouth on her neck filled her with happiness. “Well, there might not be as much as you think,” Sue said, thinking quickly. “I had to help pay for my braces and other little things over the years. Plus, I’ve already paid for my first semester of college, but there’s still several thousand dollars in the account. As long as I live at home, I won’t have to dig into my savings too much.” In truth, she’d never had to help pay for anything from the money and there was closer to forty thousand dollars at her disposal, but something told her to keep that knowledge to herself, at least for now.
“Hmm, certainly not pocket change.” Zeke pulled back and began to trace a lazy circle on her upper arm with one finger. His touch was soft and set her senses soaring. “Actually, that was a pretty smart plan your parents came up with. Everyone could use a nest egg.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Sue agreed before blurting, “Oh, Zeke. I wish you’d agree to meet my folks.”
“How many times do I have to tell you it’s not going to happen?” Zeke sat up, his voice tinged with anger.
“But, you’d like them. I know you would.” Hurt filled her voice.
“I probably would. But, they wouldn’t like me.” He ran his hand through his dark hair.
“Sure, they would. You’re wonderful,” Sue insisted, and turned toward him. She sought his eyes, but he wouldn’t look at her.
“I’m not the type to meet the parents,” Zeke finally said. He pulled a blade of grass from the ground and toyed with it. “It’s never worked out for me in the past. Every single time was shitty. I decided never to put myself through that again. It’s awkward, unnatural. I’m sorry, babe. I just can’t do it. Won’t do it. Tell me you understand.” He tossed the piece of grass aside, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“I guess.” Her disappointment was evident.
“What does it matter? The important thing is that we have each other. We don’t need anyone else’s approval to make our love real.”
She felt a softening inside. He had never declared his love before. It resonated within her, filled her like a blooming flower.
“Oh, Zeke,” she whispered. “You love me? I love you, too.”
He eased her back on the blanket and looked down at her face.
“I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he breathed. “I want you so much! I want every part of you, all of you, body and soul.”
With exquisite tenderness, he brushed her lips with his own and licked them softly. He reached under her blouse and ran his hands over her body, then pulled her to him. Working her mouth open with patient urgings, he slipped the tip of his tongue inside and rimmed the inner edges of her sensitive lips, eventually easing further into her mouth. His breath was warm and yeasty from the beer they’d had, and the sensation was explosive.
Finally, she thought. She puckered up and pushed into the kiss, but he backed off a little.
“Keep your lips soft, baby.” He leaned back in and explored her mouth, tasting and savoring her.
Sue tensed for a brief second, embarrassed that he didn’t like the way she kissed. But she quickly forgot her hurt as she loosened up and let the kiss progress naturally. This was not the hard-mouthed rough kiss that she was expecting. This was something different, something outside her experience. A new realm opened to her. She felt she was finally enjoying her first real kiss and her body vibrated with responses that surprised and delighted her.
Zeke didn’t rush; he lingered over her. Moving slowly as if captivated by every inch of her, he removed her clothing and laid warm trails of fire on her skin with his hands and mouth. Her nerve endings danced under his tongue and lips. Although she had known him only a few weeks, it felt like she had waited forever for this.
“Touch yourself,” he urged, spreading her legs, his fingers feather-soft on her thighs.
He guided her reluctant hands down her belly, into the soft fork of her legs. Sue felt shamed, but allowed him to position her as he pleased. He placed his hand over hers, his fingers along hers, and moved with her, showing her what he wanted her to do before taking his hand away. “That’s right. It’s all good,” he encouraged her, kissing her between her hands, slipping his tongue around and through her probing fingers to the yearning flesh beneath. “Just relax; let it happen.”
She did. And when she did, she surprised herself again. The release was phenomenal, coming in sweet waves of guilty pleasure. Zeke knelt over her, smiling lazily as she rocked her pelvis and locked her thighs tight over her hands.
He pulled her hands from her crotch and replaced them with his mouth. She was on fire, sensitive tissues throbbing and tingling, and he brought her again to a climax. Only then did he slip off his jeans and enter her, sliding in like smooth silk and filling her with heat. Whispering expressions of love and passion, he took her with long hot strokes. He begged her to wrap her legs around him. He brought her again and again to that tender precipice and pushed her over into oblivion.
That afternoon, Sue discovered the difference between a fumbling teenage boy and a full-grown experienced man. Body and soul, she thought. Now, I am his and he is mine.
Zeke, however, was thinking of an old joke he’d once heard. How is a woman like linoleum? Lay her right the first time and you can walk on her the rest of your life. Or the rest of hers. He smiled, dreaming of Sue lying in a pile of her money, money he could have for the taking, just by doing what he did naturally. Life is good!
Dirty Dreams
A storm blew in and brought with it low-hanging gray clouds and deep thunderous booms. Zeke parked his van behind the huge screen of an abandoned outdoor theater. He tugged Sue into the back, both of them giggling like little kids.
“Come here, bunny.” Zeke pulled her down on the blanket he’d spread over the floor of the van. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
As the skies opened, showering the landscape with rain, Zeke made love to Sue. She was transported by the sensation of his mouth on her body, the reverberations of the storm, and the sound of rain pelting the huge screen and the top of the vehicle.
“Oh, Zeke,” she moaned in ecstasy. “I love you so much!”
When they finished together, he lay panting on top of her, and she ran her hands down his lean frame, adoring him with her touch. The van was filled with the alluring scent of their love.
He rolled off her and pulled her to his side. Stroking her hair, he waited for his breathing to slow.
“You’re amazing.” He nuzzled her hair. “It’s good between us, isn’t it? Did I make you feel good, Susie?”
Sue struggled briefly with her answer, filled with a mixture of shame and pleasure. She loved the way he made her feel but suffered from episodes of self-reproach about what her mom and dad would think. Shoving the nagging guilt aside, Sue answered truthfully. “It felt really good.”
“Susie, you’ve been living in a box all your life,” Zeke said passionately. “Trapped inside of walls imposed by other people. So have I, really, but I’m done. I’m going to break free. And I want to help you break free, too.”
“Break free?” Sue had never thought this way; had never even heard this kind of talk before. Mesmerized by his voice, she felt herself pulled into his logic. She hung on his words, ready to agree with him.
“Most human beings are pathetic, going through their lives tied up, shut down, blocked in.” He continued, “Most of them never have any idea the freedom they could have. They’re stuck inside preconceived notions; slaves to soul dictators who want to control everything, even their secret thoughts and private pleasures. It took me awhile to work this out, Sue, but now I see it so clearly. So much of it is pure BS.” He placed a gentle kiss on her temple. “Know what I mean?”
Sue nodded, not knowing what to say.
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�As children, we’re helpless against the machine,” Zeke said dreamily. “But we’re not children anymore, Sue. And we can break away from all that programming. Most people just walk around like mindless robots; they go through the motions. But, you and I don’t have to.”
He disentangled himself from her embrace and moved to the front of the van to retrieve their sodas. He had laced each cup with generous amounts of vodka, and they were strong. Zeke settled back onto the blanket. Sue sat up and took her drink from his hand, taking small sips, worried she might get sick if she drank too much.
He leaned back against the side of the van and took a long swig from his cup. Sue watched the Adam’s apple on his throat slide up and down as he swallowed. She loved his slender neck and the way his dark hair laid in small waves over his ears, the musky scent of his cologne. She reached out timidly and brushed a curl back from his forehead. His hair felt stiff and dry like black straw, not soft like it looked. But it didn’t matter. Little things like that didn’t matter at all.
“We’re made for pleasure.” His smile was lazy. “Our bodies are made for enjoyment and our spirits are made of dreams. Haven’t you ever had a really wonderful dream that you couldn’t tell anyone, because they would judge you? Tell you it was crazy or sick?”
“Sometimes I have,” Sue answered shyly. In fact, she had experienced a few dreams lately that shocked her, not only with their obscene content, but also with her response to them.
“Everybody has dreams like that,” Zeke proclaimed wisely. “But they tuck them away inside their heads and try to pretend they didn’t happen. That’s a mistake. We need to enjoy our dreams, even the strange ones, the ones other people would criticize. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, I suppose so. They’re harmless. After all, they’re just dreams.”
“That’s almost right.” Zeke smiled his slow smile at her. “They’re dreams, but they’re also guides, like maps, for our spiritual journey. We should cherish them and relive them as often as possible, especially the bizarre ones. They’re gifts. In our dream life, everything is acceptable. It’s all good.”
“It’s all good,” Sue repeated.
“Susie. Tell me one of your dirty dreams.”
“Oh, god.” Sue covered her face with her hands. “I don’t think I can do that, Zeke.”
“Okay.” Zeke started to get up. “I think I’ll take you back now. Maybe I’ll see you in a couple days.”
“What? Why?” Sue was stunned by Zeke’s change of attitude. “Wait, I’ll tell you about the dream I had last night. Okay?”
Zeke settled back, mollified. “You really want to tell me? I guess I can hang out a little longer. Go ahead.”
Stammering a bit, Sue began. “In my dream, I was sitting in class at school. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Sheila Wittiher sitting there wearing a miniskirt. She had her legs apart.”
“Really?” Zeke sat forward, listening intently. “What happened next?”
Sue blushed. “Sheila saw me looking and put her hand between her legs. She ran a finger along her…” Sue paused.
“Come on Sue, spit it out.” Zeke urged.
“Okay!” Sue took a deep breath. “She ran her finger along her privates and then she put her finger in her mouth.”
“Whoa, Susie! That’s hot stuff. What happened next?” Zeke moved closer to Sue.
“Sheila stood and walked over to my desk. She reached in my blouse and stuck her hand in my bra. Right there in front of the whole class.” Sue paused, breathing slightly harder than before.
“Wow! Then what?”
“Then I woke up.” Sue covered her face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I told you all that.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t want to tell me. You did good,” Zeke praised her. “You’re my kind of woman, Susie. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you. I swear, you’re like my intellectual soul mate. We’re meant to be together; I can feel it in my heart. Together, we can indulge ourselves, you and me, in our own little world. A world where the only rules that matter are the ones we decide for ourselves.” He reached out and stroked her hair. “You’re so beautiful, and I’m so damn glad I met you. It was the luckiest day of my life.”
Sue flushed happily beneath his appraising gaze. Like a time-lapse segment in her mind, she could see her face changing, her embarrassing nose tapering into a pretty one with a pert feminine tip. The ghost of long-gone braces died, its whispers fading. That quiet but insistent voice that had continually reminded her to keep her mouth closed, and never to smile without a hand in front of her face, was finally silenced. She could feel her features forming into a rare heartfelt expression of joy. An unfamiliar sensation it was: a full-out natural smile with no hesitation.
No one had ever made her feel so accepted.
Ménage à Trois
“You’re an angel,” Zeke told her the first time she used her mouth on him.
Her lips felt swollen after the first few minutes. She thought she would gag when Zeke came, but she had swallowed bravely, not choking at all. The whole experience was slightly repugnant to her, but she knew she had done something special for him. He was so appreciative. She loved the little moan he gave at the end, soft and sexy, vulnerable somehow.
They were on a dark country road in the back seat of his van. She had squatted on the floorboard to do the deed, and her knees ached slightly. It seemed to take forever to be over. But it was well worth the investment of time and discomfort when he pulled her to him afterward and held her tenderly.
“That was awesome,” he groaned.
Sue felt relieved and proud. She hadn’t been sure she was doing it right; it was hard to keep her teeth out of the way and hold her tongue just so.
“I’m falling for you,” Zeke said in a serious voice. “I’m falling for you big time. Every day I wake up looking forward to the next time I’ll see you. It’s hard to explain, but thinking about you is like unwrapping a piece of candy and holding it in my mouth. So sweet.”
Sue flushed with pleasure. Zeke made her feel really good about herself, and she wanted to express it somehow. She wished she could speak poetically, like he did, but words failed her whenever they were together. He had brought her a single rose that night, the first she had ever gotten from a boy in her life. It was the most romantic thing she had experienced, outside her daydreams and fantasies. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and hoped this relationship would never end.
“Let me return the favor.” Zeke reached down to undo her jeans.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Sue balked, suddenly shy, even after the intimacy they had shared. She was having her period, but didn’t want to tell him. Didn’t know how to tell him. And, oh, she wanted his mouth on her; she wanted it badly. But, it would be wrong to let him do it, sick even. She felt...unclean. “We can’t.”
He stopped immediately, as if he knew the reason and didn’t need an explanation. “Okay, honey. If you’re not up to it, it’s fine. I love just being with you. It’s enough for me.”
“Thanks for understanding,” she said primly, and hated herself for it. He seemed unbothered by her refusal. His desire had been sated, and he had the dreamy aura of sexual satisfaction as he drove her back to her car and kissed her goodnight.
“You light my world on fire,” Zeke whispered into her ear before she got out. “I’ll dream about you tonight.”
“I’ll dream about you, too,” she said, and reached for the rose that lay on the dashboard.
“Why don’t you leave that here?” Zeke placed a hand over Sue’s, stopping her.
“Why?” Sue’s eyes filled with bewilderment. “Don’t you want me to have it anymore?”
“It’s not that. I bought it for you; that should be enough. I don’t want your mom and dad asking where you got it or you’d probably spill your guts about me.”
“Zeke! I promised not to tell about you and I won’t. I want the rose. I’ll just say someone was selling flowers from a bucket on the street and
I bought one. Would that be okay?”
Zeke pondered. “I guess. As long as you keep me out of it.”
Sue slid from the van, clutching the rose to her breast, disappointed in the way the night had ended. She drove home feeling slightly unsettled. Why buy someone something and then take it back? Zeke is so confusing, Sue thought as she pulled into the driveway at home. Inside, she grabbed a bud vase from beneath the kitchen sink and ran up the stairs to the bathroom before her mom could see the flower. She added water and the rose to the pretty glass container and set it on the nightstand next to her bed.
Sue fell asleep looking at the red petals, wondering why Zeke had to be so secretive, wishing she could show him off to the world.
Zeke forgot about Sue almost as soon as she stepped from his van. His mind was on food as he drove home. He had just settled into his bed with a book and a plate of snacks when Mrs. Harrington summoned him via the intercom.
“Come on upstairs, Ezekiel,” she said throatily. “I’m in a mood tonight.”
He grimaced and set aside his food, wanting to go but wanting to eat also. Stripping off his boxers, he shut out his light before closing his bedroom door.
He found a naked Lazlo already in Mrs. Harrington’s bedroom, looking down at her lounging on her satin sheets. Zeke thought he understood the lithe Latin man. Lazlo was probably so afraid of being deported he’d do anything for the woman, including suck her toes, a chore Zeke found too repulsive to contemplate.
“I think I’d like Lazlo underneath this time,” she purred.
Lazlo obeyed at once and lay down beside her. She got up and straddled him.
“Get the oil please, Ezekiel,” she said as she positioned herself atop Lazlo.
Zeke opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out the lubricant. He opened the bottle and applied liberal amounts to himself and to Mrs. Harrington. He loved anal play. She lay forward over Lazlo giving Zeke better access. He was glad he had been chosen for this position, rather than Lazlo’s. He had been in Lazlo’s spot before and remembered their weight pressing down on him.
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