by N. M. Silber
“You’re not going to be alone,” I reminded them. “You’ll be in a group.”
“Okay, fine. You realize you’re stuck with me now, Mr. Funny Guy,” she said to Adam.
“Who wants another drink?” Cam, the bartender, asked. We had another drink. I was feeling pretty good. Cam was generous with the booze.
“What kinds of cases have you been handling lately, Cameron?” Braden asked changing the subject. That led into a general discussion of some of the other cases we all had been handling lately, some courthouse gossip and some talk about the upcoming election. Braden had begun stroking my leg, and I was starting to feel rather aroused.
“So, honey, are you ready for bed?” I asked hopefully.
“Uh oh, Braden. I think Gabrielle’s trying to lure you away,” Jess teased.
“You know what it’s like when a woman’s been drinkin’.” I laughed.
“Oh Jesus, baby! I told you not to put that image in my head before we go to bed,” Braden said and Adam lost it.
“I’ll explain later,” Jess said to Cam and Lily.
“Goodnight everyone!” Braden called out as he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to our room like we were exiting a burning building.
When we got to our room he shut and locked the door and pulled the curtains closed while I put the bedside lamp on low and pulled back the covers on the bed.
“Why don’t you get undressed and wait for me in bed with your eyes closed and then I’ll show you my surprise,” I said with a smile.
“I like the sound of that,” he answered, giving me a hot look of anticipation. When he wasn’t looking I grabbed his shirt which I had packed and ducked into the bathroom. I undressed and slipped it on, along with a pair of skimpy black lacy panties and another pair of very high heels. I rubbed a little oil onto my skin, spritzed perfume between my breasts, put on some fresh lipstick and tousled my hair to make it sort of wild. After three vodka and cranberries I was feeling sort of wild myself. When I came back out Braden was sitting in bed, with his eyes closed as promised. He was looking all deliciously gorgeous and muscly. As usual he was also already semi-erect, which was a beautiful sight to see. I went to stand about five feet away from him.
“Okay, open your eyes,” I said seductively. He did and his breath hitched. It didn’t take very long before it wasn’t a semi he was sporting anymore.
“Oh baby,” he said huskily. “That shirt has never looked that good on me.”
“I beg to differ but I’m glad that you like it,” I said, feeling very coquettish.
“I love it. Turn around for me.” I did a flirty little strut and pirouette for him. Too bad I didn’t have a pole to work with here. “You’re gorgeous. What do you have on under there?” He began stroking himself while he watched me. Oh my! That was really hot! I realized suddenly that I was just standing there staring. Some stripper I would make!
“Uh, well,” I swallowed. “Let’s find out.” I reached down and started slowly unbuttoning. He started to look dazed. When I got to the last button I let it just hang open in the front so it was still covering my breasts but he could see that all I was wearing underneath were my tiny black lace panties.
“Come sit on my lap,” he said huskily. I looked at him intently and gave him my best sexy smile. I stalked toward him, and thankfully, did not catch my heel on the rug. I once pitched down a whole flight of stairs that way. Catching my heel. Not stalking toward a hot naked guy. When I reached him I crawled onto his lap, straddling him, but being careful not to crush anything we needed. Don’t ask me how I had learned that lesson!
“Well, hello handsome,” I said teasingly.
“Hello gorgeous.” His breath sounded labored as he slid his hands inside the sides of the shirt and ran them down from my waist over my hips and around to squeeze my bottom.
“Ooh, I like that,” I said as I wiggled around and ground my hips into him.
“I like that,” he said in a husky voice. His hands left my ass and went to my boobs. He cupped them under the shirt and then he urged me up onto my knees, pushed the shirt aside and leaned in to gently bite, lick and suck one nipple. I whimpered with pleasure and buried my fingers in his hair, my hips moving of their own accord. He moved to the other side and a small moan escaped my throat. His tongue felt so hot.
“Mmm, Braden,” I panted. I knew that he would be reaching lower any second and I still had something else to show him, so I pulled back, eased off of his lap, and stood beside the bed again. “This wasn’t the surprise.”
“Oh?” He was looking flushed and breathing hard.
I let the shirt fall to the floor, stepped out of my heels, and moved my hands to the edge of my little black panties, hooking my thumbs under the sides and wiggling my hips flirtatiously. I was starting to feel lightheaded. I eased them down and let them fall to my ankles and then I stepped out of them and threw them aside. I was now completely bare down there. And I do mean completely bare. He was surprised all right! His eyes dropped and he groaned.
“Oh, I really like that!” he bit out and slid down onto his back. “Come here and kneel over me.”
I crawled up to straddle him again, thinking he wanted me to be on top, but he put his hands on my hips and urged me higher. Then he positioned me over his mouth and I started to feel faint. He grabbed my hips and gently lowered me until I felt his tongue penetrate me and I gasped and whimpered at the incredible feeling. He pulled it out, flattened it against me and dragged it slowly up to my clit. From there it just got better. He proceeded to give me the best oral sex I had ever experienced in my life. Even with him.
“Oh my God!” I gasped as he did things to me with his tongue that were probably illegal in several States.
“Baby, you taste so good and I love you bare like this. I could eat you all night,” he said as he licked my clit like a lollipop. Three orgasms later I had to stop because I couldn’t support myself anymore and I was afraid of what could happen if my legs gave out. “Senator’s Son Smothered by Snatch.”
“Come on, we’ll try our new position,” he urged as I half collapsed onto the bed.
“I don’t know how much more she can take, Cap’n,” I whispered in a very bad Scottish accent. Stew’s Star Trek shirt had made an impression on me.
“Oh baby, we haven’t even engaged the thrust yet. I’m planning to send you into hyperspace.” He was still lying on his back with his legs about a foot apart and he bent one knee. “Sit facing away from me and straddle my leg so when you take me your clit is rubbing up against it. Okay?”
“Aye Aye,” I responded, and did what he said as he helped me ease down and take him inside me. “Oh!” I moaned quietly, as I felt him fill me completely.
“Squeeze your thighs together, Old McDonald,” he said thickly. I did it and heard his breath catch. “Okay, baby, here we go. Bounce.” He pushed on my bottom and I used my legs to push up and down on his cock. Immediately, the tight fit and the friction blew my mind. This position was incredible! Bouncing was good! So very good! I started bouncing hard and trying desperately to swallow my moans as I came down on him deeply again and again.
“Does this? Feel? Incredible? To you too?!” I gasped as I bounced.
“Fuck yes!” he ground out.
Soon I was bouncing like a low rider on Cinco de Mayo. My gleeful sex sounds were getting louder and our bed was starting to make a lot of noise but I didn’t think that Adam had come back to his room yet. At least if he had, I hadn’t heard him, but then I was kind of distracted at the moment.
Thanks to all that wonderful friction I very soon felt myself slip over the edge and I moaned and whimpered as Braden held my hips still while my inner muscles contracted around him in waves of pleasure. As soon as the last wave passed, he started pushing my hips up again.
“More, baby!” I started bouncing, and once again, within minutes, I was tumbling over the edge but we kept going. Eventually, he started thrusting his hips beneath me, gave a final deep thrust, and with a low groan froze an
d shuddered as he let go. I sat there panting for a minute and then climbed off of him and cuddled into his arms.
“Braden, you made me come like five times.”
“Six,” he corrected.
“Six,” I acknowledged. “I liked that new position. A lot. I think we should bounce more often. Like daily. A few times.”
“I like your new look too,” he said, gliding a hand over my now bald girl parts. “Not in a perverted ‘I’m into little girls’ way, just in a ‘holy shit that’s hot’ way.”
“Did I make a lot of noise?” I asked, wondering if I had provided entertainment for the rest of the group.
“Compared to how much noise you usually make? No. Compared to quiet – well.”
“God, I’m wiped out. Do you think we can sleep in tomorrow?”
“Hell, yeah. Today I prosecuted a pecker, drove fifty miles in a minivan, went to a meet and greet for UFO enthusiasts and made my fiancée come six times. I think that I deserve a break, baby.”
“Goodnight, honey,” I said and I was out within minutes. I was woken out of a deep sleep some time later, though, by the sound of Lily screaming Adam’s name. I had a feeling it wasn’t for the same reason that I usually screamed Braden’s name.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I shot up to a sitting position and Braden woke up too. I heard a crashing sound downstairs, and Lily, sounding further away, still calling Adam’s name. Braden and I flew out of bed and threw our robes on, heading out to the hall. Cameron and Jessica had just come out of their bedroom too at the other end of the cabin.
“What’s going on?” Braden demanded.
“I don’t know!” Cam replied. “We heard Lily calling Adam’s name and a crash.”
We met in the middle, looked up and saw the sliding doors at the back of the cabin open. Braden ordered Jess and I to stay put while he and Cam went to go check it out. I had brought my cell with me and I prepared to call nine one one if necessary. About five minutes later, though, Braden and Cam came back with Adam and Lily in tow. Lily was dressed in her night shirt. She had been running outside barefoot and she was freezing. Jess and I pulled her over to the couch and wrapped a blanket around her.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Why can you never listen?!” Adam yelled at Lily, ignoring the question. “I told you to wait here!”
“I wasn’t going to just wait here while you went after him!” she yelled back.
“Why in the hell not?!” he shouted angrily.
“Because you were alone and I was afraid he would hurt you!” she screamed. That stopped him. He looked at her silently for a moment and I saw all kinds of emotions flit across his face. Finally, I saw that he was biting back a smile.
“And what? You were going to protect me?” he asked with amusement. “What would you have done? Given him a stern lecture? Put him in your next book and killed him off?”
“Made him sit and listen to your jokes all night! He would have killed himself!” she said, shivering. They looked at each other then and I could see the two of them were trying not to laugh.
“Nutty broad,” he mumbled, shaking his head.
“What happened?!” Jessica repeated.
“Lily and I were in the living room together, uh, talking,” Adam said in kind of a funny way, “and we thought we heard somebody out on the deck. We snuck back there to the doors and we saw somebody out there by the hot tub. I flicked on the outside light and he stood up and turned around. It looked like the guy from the music festival. He didn’t look armed, so I opened up the door and yelled, ‘Hey, what are you doing?’ He took off, and I took off after him, and told her to stay here!”
“I wasn’t going to let him just run off into the night after some crazy guy by himself,” Lily jumped in. “So I ran after them. I found Adam, but the guy had gotten away.”
“Because I stopped to make sure you were okay!”
“You wanted to make sure I was okay?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“What were you talking about at three a.m?” Jess asked suspiciously. Adam and Lily gave each other a slightly guilty look.
“Uh, I don’t know. General stuff,” Adam answered.
“I couldn’t sleep and I came to get a book,” Lily explained.
“I was in here reading already,” Adam said, looking away. “That’s not important. What’s important is that schmuck is still following you two around. If he were just here for the UFOs he wouldn’t have known which cabin was yours.”
“He’s right,” Braden agreed. “He may have been coming here, or been here already anyway, but at some point he must have been watching us too.”
“Should we sit up and watch for the rest of the night?” Cam asked.
“I doubt he’ll be back tonight after all this,” Braden said, going over to check the locks on the doors.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep anyway,” Lily said. “Ghost stories, UFOs and now a stalker. I’ll just sit and hold onto my cell phone for the rest of the night.”
“You won’t be any use tomorrow if you don’t sleep,” Adam said, picking up a book. “Come on. I’ll go with you.”
“What do you mean, you’ll go with me?” Lily asked.
“I’ll go and sit with you until you fall asleep. Now, for once in your life don’t argue with me!” He pushed her gently toward her room and to my surprise she actually went quietly.
After breakfast the next day, we headed for the lectures and subsequent breakout sessions. We all met up for lunch in the restaurant and upon comparing notes we discovered that if our guy had been present that morning, he wasn’t doing anything obvious to make himself known to us. Nobody seemed to be staring at or following Braden and me. Adam and Lily didn’t see anyone who looked familiar to them, and not many people in Cam and Jess’s group even fit the description.
“It makes sense,” Cam said. “I mean, he knows that at least one of us has seen him, so I don’t know why he would want to take a chance at getting caught by going to a lecture.”
“I wonder if anyone who was registered was a no show,” I pondered.
“No, everybody was present and accounted for,” Lily answered. “I checked the sign-in sheets.”
“Good thinking, honey!” Jess said, sounding impressed. “We should have had her on the garbage can mission.”
“You know, I have to admit, that overview lecture was kind of interesting,” Braden said. “I’ve got to ask my dad about some of this stuff. I’m starting to wonder if he knows any aliens.”
“I think my Uncle Ira might be an alien,” I said. “No human could be that into dry cleaning.”
“Felicity’s dad could be an alien,” Cam suggested and Braden and I agreed.
“So, what’s the plan from here, kids?” Adam broke in.
“If your stalker is really into this conspiracy stuff, maybe he’ll still go on the UFO watch tonight,” Jess suggested. “It would seem like that would be kind of important.”
“I say that we hold our own UFO vigil from the hot tub,” Cam suggested.
“The chances that we would be able to recognize him in the woods in the dark are pretty slim. Maybe we should just decide later whether we think it’s worth it,” I said.
After the later lecture, wherein we discovered that certain celebrities might be aliens, which explained a lot about Miley Cyrus, we went back to the cabin. Everyone decided to retire to their rooms to relax and nap, since we might be having a late night. At around five, we started assembling again. The guys wanted to watch sports, so we ordered dinner and watched football for a couple of hours. After we ate, we decided to play one of the board games called “Say My Name.” It involved giving your partner clues to try to get them to identify the person or character on your card, but you couldn’t say the “forbidden words” as clues. Adam wound up paired with Lily again and the two of them were hysterical. And so were we most of the time watching them.
“Okay, this is a fictional character,” Lily bega
n. “And he’s like a human.”
“What?” Adam asked her, looking befuddled. “What the fuck does that mean? He’s like a human?” He shook his head and scowled at her.
“He wears clothes!” she said frantically. I had feeling that this game had Lily on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“He wears clothes. Great. Well, that narrows it down.” The sands of the hourglass were pouring away and Braden, Cam, Jess and I, were laughing our asses off at this exchange already.
“And he walks upright!” she added, waving her hands frantically.
“I would hope that most of the people in this game walk upright! Give me a real fucking clue already!” Adam had that homicidal look again.
“Duh huh!” she said desperately.
“Hey! All you’ve told me is that he’s a fictional character who wears clothes and walks upright. Don’t duh huh me!” he spit out angrily.
“No! No! He says that!” Suddenly she started making barking noises.
“Are you okay?” he asked looking at her like she was nuts.
“Has a place in Florida…” She looked seriously stressed out. I was starting to worry.
“He’s retired?” Adam asked, still looking confused.
“He wears bright colored clothes. He tells jokes.”
“It sounds like you’re describing my Uncle Murray,” Adam was shaking his head.
“Time!” I yelled almost peeing myself I was laughing so hard.
“Goofy! The answer was Goofy!” Lily said with disgust.
“Goofy?! That was the best you could come up with for Goofy?!”
“I couldn’t say Disney or dog or cartoon or anything because they were forbidden words!” She pointed to the card.
“Oh now now kids! Play nicely!” Jess said.
“What do you say we do one more round and then hit the hot tub,” Cam suggested after a while. That idea received universal support.
Adam and Lily went last. I had a feeling this would be a Grand Finale.
“Okay,” Adam began, “Now concentrate! This was a real person. White suit!”
