"Sure, why ever not?"
"Maybe, I thought you didn't like me, since you ignored me and all." Riordan's grin was infectious, and Jennifer found herself responding to the blinding high beams of his bright smile.
"Nah, I think I'll take you out for one last spin before I trade you in for a newer model."
"Wow, that’s cold blooded. Me thinks I like this lady."
"Well that makes two of us, cause I like me too."
"You know you're not going to leave me a shred of pride before the night is out right?"
"That’s the plan, you may as well get with the program."
"You still owe me the story of why you went off into space in the middle of our conversation."
"Alright, alright. I was just thinking about how lame my usual dates were."
"I don't see how that's possible. You are an incredible woman, and a lady any man should consider himself lucky to spend time with."
"You definitely talk a good game mister."
"Believe it or not, I'm kind of a recluse. I spend more time with my computer than real people."
"I can't believe that, Riordan. You seem like you know your way around a good time."
"Yeah I do, but my idea of a good time isn't the same as everyone else’s."
"Okay I'll give you that." Jennifer could get that for sure, she always was a wet blanket when she went out with a group. Everyone was content to party and hang loose. But Jennifer didn't enjoy being wild as most of the world did, as she was more content with her own company than that of bunch of random people, drunk and giddy.
When Jennifer glanced at the clock, she saw the time and winced. It was going to be an early morning as was and she better try to get some sleep or suffer. Not that looking at Riordan was a hardship by any means, but the MART material was drier than Melba toast.
"I had a great time, thank you for having me over for dinner."
"It was my pleasure." And it was. Jennifer had never enjoyed spending her time more. The clock passed by so fast tonight. She had never had such a fun evening. And they didn't even do anything really, just laughed and joked, told a few anecdotes. The adage was true, time flies when you're having fun. Jennifer was left to wonder what else they might find in common.
Riordan: All-Nighter
The banter and fact-finding lasted for hours and with regret, Riordan looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven, and he knew that he should be excusing himself. But he enjoyed the simplicity of her company. Jennifer was comfortable with silence, and the few moments no words were spoken seemed expectant. It was as though something special was born in the fragile quiet that neither participant could deny. Two like minds delighted with the rare pleasure witty conversation could provide when received in the company of a similarly humored person.
Riordan stood and walked to the door. If the night was going as well as he had thought, hopefully he could get a real kiss from his beautiful hostess. He knew she was what he was looking for. He wasn't going to be like the various imbeciles Jennifer had gone out with before. He knew a treasure when he found it. From his point of view all she lacked was a touch of polish and care to shine bright enough to rival the sun. He desperately wanted to kiss her before he left and being of an up-front personality he asked.
"May I?" His eyes finished the half-statement and made it clear so that she would understand what he asked for. But he didn't wait for a response. Somehow, he knew she wanted the press of lips as much as he did. But in the spirit of being fair he asked, but even then the question came out more rhetorical than an actual query that required a response. Taking one of her hands, Riordan pulled her across the few feet needed to bring them closer so he could share her personal space. He looked south at the soft lips he wanted to taste more than his next meal.
Jennifer’s response to his invasion showed how impatient she was for him to kiss her. Impatient enough to the point she met him halfway across the singular foot of air and opportunity that bridged their bodies. Riordan showed his appreciation of the gesture and returned her welcome in duplicate. He pulled her close with one arm strapped low across her back. The other cupped her nape and positioned her to perfection for their first kiss. His mood was serious as he made his intentions fully clear.
When the kiss began, Riordan found himself in awe. First at the smell of her, gently sweet with spice, almost like sugar cookies. Next, he felt her skin, more than soft and almost silken in lushness. He used his closed mouth to learn the shape of his partner’s. Then at last he tasted her with his tongue, lips sweet with shards of sugar, and the inner cavern of her mouth was moist and warm. His tongue teased hers, at first the caresses were languid, and then more intense. The flavor of her drove his body and mind in separate directions. He could think of nothing he wanted more than to never stop, even as his body wanted more period.
His lips suckled hers, teeth teased over delicate damp flesh and nipped slightly. Tongue poised to soothe her pain with gentle licks over the chafed skin. He stroked his taste buds across hers, darted over them and massaged. By the time he finished, Jennifer only shuddered in his arms, the tremble of an autumn leaf at the mercy of the wind. She still clutched his nape however and used the leverage to draw him back. Not that he was complaining, but he was sure that he was going to have a wardrobe malfunction if he grew any harder. His cock put so much pressure behind his fly he imagined it could pop one of the buttons clean off of the denim placket.
Riordan found he was shaken as well, he never imagined a kiss would leave him hard enough to explode in his pants and near breathless. He recovered first, backed away from the virtuous siren in his arms and set her on her feet. Reluctantly, but he knew instinctively that Jennifer wasn't ready for anything more, even if her body had not caught up to the fact yet.
Before he left Riordan gave her one last kiss on the tip of her nose, then drove back to his downtown hotel suite on auto pilot. He only realized where he was when the valet rapped his knuckles impatiently on the driver’s side window.
"-- get your car, sir?" The exasperated look on the young man’s face clearly showed that the valet had asked him multiple variations of the query while he was lost in thought.
He gave the harried valet driver his keys along with a hefty tip for his wait and walked back to his lonely rented bed. But Riordan found he couldn't sleep, he was too keyed up and so he worked codes half the night, finally dropped off to bed around four in the morning.
Jennifer: Amnesia
When Riordan kissed her, Jennifer forgot everything around her, what the time was, where she was, and most importantly, she didn’t care. The only thing she knew for sure was who she was with. She tried to be bold and match him in exploration. Although she had kissed men before, none of them had detonated anything inside her. That made it easy to keep up and participate with an appreciation to the exercise the press of lips crafted. But this? Every nerve she had from the neck down sizzled and sparked.
She wouldn’t have stopped there, but Riordan stepped back and she wanted more. The only consolation was that he looked like he felt the same way too, confused and lusty. All she was good for at this point was to experience the sensations Riordan served her and hungrily Jennifer pulled herself closer, raised on tipped toes to reach his firm mouth again. He let her kiss him this time, but only barely before he leaned away from her. His eyes were deep and hungry and she imagined hers probably were the same.
"Goodnight." Jennifer’s tone was pinched and she felt naked and chagrined at being so easy and apparent to get. Riordan leaned in for one more kiss, this one smattered on the tip of her nose. It was an unusual end to a wonderful date.
"Goodnight." His voice was husky with passion and his tone was deep with the same need she felt inside but was too afraid to let free.
Jennifer opened the door and let her enthralling companion exit into the brisk night air. When she closed the door, Jennifer rested her back against it, her mind blown and she sank to the floor. Wow. What a kiss, it was better than the solo
performances she had at night under the covers in her lonely bed. There was no way she had anything left in her to work out tonight.
Jennifer showered and only thought of Riordan. There were so many fantasies that raced through her mind, but all starred him. That night did end with a workout, only in her bed versus her on her yoga mat. Her body asked for things she didn’t even know how to give herself. But it didn’t matter how many times she came, she wanted more. Her hands touched her body no longer, in her mind they were now his on her skin instead. She used several of her favorite toys as she imagined the earlier kiss leading to more. She lingered over each of the four peaks she gave herself that night her skin overly responsive to all sensations on the heels of her arousal. Sleep came quickly once she let herself drift off in the afterglow.
The next day, Jennifer went to work with a bit of pep in her step. Several of her co-workers commented on the glow she carried, and asked what products she used. There was no way she could own up her magic four-orgasm formula, so she just said Neutrogena and left it at that. But when she walked into class and saw Riordan he looked tired. She yearned to ask if he was alright, but her professional game face wouldn’t let her. His skin was a bit wan and his lips were pinched faintly at the corners. Even then he still appealed to her and the lazy look of his lids was more bedroom eyes than exhausted. He was neat in a heather green V neck sweater, pair of well-pressed khaki slacks and nut-brown slide-on loafers. He wore his glasses, the sexy Keith Olbermann style square wire frames were perched below his thick brows. This morning was lecture-style on the reporting features and Jennifer tried to take good notes to refer to later as this was where all the errors were occurring anyway. Settling in her seat, Jennifer looked the PowerPoint and demos like a good student, but really she kept her eyes on Riordan.
Riordan: Free Lunch in a Recession
Riordan’s cock gave a rock-hard salute as Jennifer sauntered in. She was clad in a green cable-knit sweater dress that clung to her beautifully, a pair of black leggings below and tiny feet balanced perfectly on a pair of stiletto heels. Her hips had an extra sashay that let him know she got off last night. The thought made him grow slightly turgid and he had to tug on his sweater in the front in an attempt to hide it. The horrible idea of getting kicked in the balls was the only thought that crossed his mind able to wilt the erection. So painful even in recollection the memory made him cringe.
He knew some of the attendees saw the look on his face. But he pulled the expression to a disinterested bland so quickly, most of them forgot they saw it in the next moment.
The morning passed that way, Riordan eyed Jennifer, and she did the same. Sometimes she would look at him, but he already watched her. Others Jennifer stared at him and when he saw her he would smile back and then continue to speak as if the expectant ocular interlude never happened. After he ran yet another PowerPoint, he sat down and tugged the small cellphone into his lap.
Before the last break Riordan sent her a message. Have lunch with me beautiful.
Why should I? He knew she was in the mood to be a bit mischievous and just as he thought, Jennifer's reply reflected her playful state.
Riordan smirked and let his fingers fly.
His response was pure genius. Because you want to
Then Riordan saw her smirk and a discrete swipe of fingers hidden by her monitor.
By the smile on her face he guessed she had something snarky to say and strangely he couldn’t wait to know what it was. Guess a woman's gotta eat, may as well with you
How cute, he thought. Don’t be like that, it’s my treat and I’ll sweeten the deal by picking up dinner
Jennifer laughed out loud at his statement and the bored occupants in class perked up at the out of place sound. After the interest died down about her outburst, he received her reply. Okay I’ll bite, can’t say no to a free meal in a recession
Barely beating back laughter of his own at her dry wit, Riordan recessed for lunch, again today most of the class dived out the exit doors as if they raced for NASCAR. He expected to not only have lunch with Jennifer again, but more of her sensually drugging kisses. Her lips were virtuous, too innocent by today’s standards, and even then he gleefully anticipated savoring the taste of them again.
"Where are we going?" Riordan didn't care, so long as it was semi-private at least.
"How about Nikki's? Do you like sushi?" Jennifer asked, and he knew she hoped she could avoid blowing her diet for the second day in a row.
"That’s fine with me." And it was, he would rather eat rice with her than steak without. But he had one caveat. "But if I give you that, then you have to ride with me today." He didn't want to spend extra time riding alone when they could ride together and those minutes could be spent with her.
Jennifer looked pensive and he knew that she was unsure if she wanted to let it all hang out at work yet. His eyes were drawn to her as she walked through the double doors to the bright afternoon sunlight and slipped on her large frame designer shades. She let him drive her without complaint in his rented Jeep just around the corner to the mall. Finding a spot by the door, Riordan parked and opened Jennifer's door to escort her out.
Riordan found the atmosphere cramped and had a few more occupants than he personally preferred. Although the dining wasn't as private as he wanted, the wait staff was polite, well trained and the small dining room was practically empty for the early lunch hour. This time the couple shared a carafe of hot sake and dynamite rolls, deep fried rolls still blew Jen's diet sky high despite her good intentions when she ordered a cucumber roll and seaweed salad. But he couldn’t resist offering her a bite of his lunch between two bamboo chopsticks and when it was all said and done she didn’t even touch her bland meal. Their conversation was scintillating as always and he spent the entire time learning more about the new object of his desires. After a decent meal and an even better tete-a-tete, their two purloined hours were coming to a close. They went back to work the same way they left.
When they made it back to the building, most of the classmates were back. But most were distracted, texting or face booking, some doing both at the same time while playing a game. Only one person was potentially alert enough to notice how they came in together. Jennifer had a flush to her cheeks paired with lightly bruised lips, and Riordan bore a hint of her usual shade of lipstick smudged to the left side of his jaw, unnoticed until he glanced in the blank black computer screen at his seat. The rest of the afternoon longing looks passed between the two, the brief glances felt all the more potent for being hidden and furtive.
Riordan was at her house by six that night, and as he promised earlier brought dinner. His plan for the night was a bit of relaxation and as much fun as he could pack into the short window of time they would have tonight. He picked up Indian food, Chicken Tikki Masala and Chili Chicken with extra naan bread. Lots of sticky basmati rice and samosas made an excellent picnic spread on the floor. Both of them were positioned Grecian style and lay on their sides facing. In between them rested a chess board and plates of the forgotten spicy meal.
For whatever reason, when he saw the marble board tucked away on a bookshelf, he wanted to play with her. If she didn't know how he could teach her. So he asked, without many expectations and was pleasantly surprised by her response.
"Do you play Jennifer?" She looked confused for a moment, as she was pulling plates out of the cabinets when he initially asked. When he saw her confusion, a perplexed look in her eyes, he made himself clearer.
"Chess, do you play?"
"Yes of course. Why have a board if I can't play?"
Riordan laughed at that, usually the nicest sets were owned as decoration only and finding another player was rare. Outside of the internet that is. "I’m just asking if you want to play a game."
"Alright, but bear in mind I'm rusty."
"That’s fine, I am a bit myself."
With those words, battle lines were drawn. The meal they ate was delightful, food spicy and rich. However, with
board between them, the affable duo became opponents in a war. They flipped a quarter to see who would play which color. After that point it was on like Donkey Kong.
The gameplay went on for nearly two deadlocked hours, as they talked and ate pinches of this and that between moves. When they lost the desire to eat anymore, the nearly empty plates were slid to one side to make more room for their mock battle. With Riordan's next play, he took her knight, but knew the move was a straw victory. Jennifer had him in a cinch, less than three moves and he was toast. So he took the offensive, used his words to get what his skill was not able to attain him.
"So tell me Jen, are you still a virgin?" Riordan decided to get it out in the open, as he saw the hints everywhere. In how she reacted to the smallest caresses, almost as if confused by her own reactions. The way she walked with her delectable hips tight. She never would come out and say it, but he saw her. Probably in a way that no man had taken the time to bother doing. She was worth the effort, and he would show her that and make her understand just how serious he was about getting to know her better.
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