by Ruby Storm
Her smile widened as she rose from the chair and grabbed a sweater.
Chapter 5: The First Time
The evening dragged out for both of them. Tony’s date turned out to be a snobbish hometown girl from Minneapolis who whined continually about how the beer wasn’t cold enough or how she would have much rather had a steak at Delmonico’s than a greasy pizza. By the end of the meal, Payton could see that Andy had had enough.
As they rose to leave, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back against his chest. Tony and his date walked through the mass of students to the cash register as he whispered into her ear. “After we pay the tab, pretend that you have a stomachache and want to go home. There’s no way I’m listening to Jennifer bitch through the entire movie.”
Andy had just given Payton her excuse to be alone with him. She nodded with a smile.
They paid for their meal. As they left through the doors painted with the colors of the Italian flag, Payton drew in a deep breath.
“Jennifer, it was really nice meeting you, but I think I’m going to have to bow out of the movie. That pizza isn’t sitting too well. I think I’ll just have Andy bring me straight home.”
Andy tightened his arm protectively. “We’ll just say goodnight and I’ll get her home. You two have a fun night.” He ignored Tony’s look of disapproval and urged Payton toward his car.
They waited until the car doors were closed and Tony and Jennifer were out of earshot before they burst out laughing.
Payton wiped at her eyes. “Did you see the look on Tony’s face? He doesn’t believe for a second that I’m not feeling well.”
“Fuck him,” Andy laughed. “Why should all of us suffer with Jennifer’s attitude?” He started the car and pulled into traffic. “Mark my words, he’ll figure out a way to dump her at some point, so don’t feel sorry for him. What do you want to do?”
Payton scooted across the bench seat of his Chevy and laid her head on his shoulder. “Let’s go back to your place and be alone. I’m not in the mood for any more crowds.”
Andy clicked on the blinker and just made the exit ramp to get him out to the freeway. “Sounds good to me.”
He wondered if tonight was going to be the night.
* * * * *
Payton stood beside Andy as he unlocked the door, her heart pounding in her chest, trying to figure out a way to broach the subject that had been on her mind the entire week.
He flicked the light on when they entered the living room, tossed his keys on the coffee table, and clicked the door lock. As Payton made to walk by him to the television, he gently grasped her arm, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply.
When the kiss ended, he smiled down. “I’ve been waiting all night to do that. Jennifer bitched, Tony joked, and all I could think about was kissing you.”
She tightened her arms around his neck. “Me, too. I’m so glad you came up with the get-away-quick scheme. I don’t know how much more I could have taken of her incessant whining.”
Payton settled herself on the couch. Andy joined her a second later with the TV clicker in his hand. They channel surfed until coming to an agreement to watch an old John Wayne movie.
“You know, you’re the first girl I’ve ever known that would willingly watch the Duke with me.”
Payton shrugged with nonchalance. “What’s the big deal? I love westerns. My dad and I watched them all the time when I lived at home.”
“I don’t know, I just think it’s kind of cool that—”
She elbowed him ribs, and then smiled when he grunted. “Shut up and watch the movie.”
* * * * *
An hour later, they still sat compatibly, he with his arm around her and Payton with her head nestled on her shoulder.
Andy rubbed his hand gently across the smooth skin of her upper arm. He glanced sideways, finding it hard to believe she was as engrossed in the movie as she portrayed. He leaned slightly forward and brushed his lips across the skin just beneath her ear, loving how she smelled.
Payton’s head dropped to the back of the sofa to allow him all the access he wanted. The Duke was instantly forgotten. She turned her face and met the warm lips that were mere inches from her face.
They kissed silently, letting the liquid heat build as he opened his mouth and found her waiting tongue. Payton groaned when he gently forced her onto her back and stretched out beside her. His hand found her breast a second later. He wasn’t sure until this very moment if she would want a repeat of their first date.
She simply kissed him with more passion than a moment earlier in answer to his thoughts.
Andy opened her blouse one button at a time to reveal her breasts wrapped in a low-cut lacy black bra with a clasp at the front. The surprise in his eyes was replaced by a smoldering look as he ran one finger lightly down the edge of one lacy cup, into her cleavage, then back up the opposite side.
“This is a change from last week. You look great in it.”
“I bought it especially with you in mind. I hoped you would like it.”
“I’d like it off you even better.” His fingers made quick work of the clasp. Her breasts spilled out of the confined space. Andy buried his head against her chest, then kissed a nipple, teasing it into a tight dart.
His lips traced a path to the other breast as his hand massaged the taut skin of her midriff. His fingers trailed lower until his hand rested between her legs.
Payton’s hand drifted to his chest, then down past his stomach to his hardening erection.
He raised his head and stared down into her smoldering eyes.
“Let’s go upstairs, Andy. I’m perfectly sober, and totally ready to be with you. Please don’t say no.”
“God, Payton, you don’t know how much I want to make love to you. Are you sure?”
“I thought about it all week. I want nothing more than to feel you inside of me.”
He stood, helped her to her feet, then lifted her into his arms and headed for the steps.
* * * * *
Andy let her body slide down the length of him when he reached his room. He was rock hard and ready to make her his own.
Hooking his thumbs beneath lacy straps, he slid both her bra and shirt off her silky shoulders with one fluid motion. Payton stood quietly as he grasped both her breasts and squeezed them together. He loved the soft feeling of the two mounds in his hand.
“God, you make me hot, Payton. Why in hell did it take you so long to come into my life?”
As he massaged her, Payton’s hand dropped to her waist. She slid the jersey material of her leggings over her hips to reveal a matching black thong. The thin lacy material lay just above the line of blonde pubic hair. She wiggled the pants down to her ankles and kicked them aside.
Andy whistled softly. “Wow, I don’t know if I even want you to take that off.” He walked around her to see what she looked like from the back. A thin strip of material disappeared between two beautiful ass cheeks. His hands urged her back against him, and then he threaded his arms around her tiny waist.
Kissing the side of her neck, he kneaded her breasts before sliding his palms down to her flat stomach. One long finger drifted along the band of black lace that lay against her belly, tempting her, promising her what was to come. Payton’s head fell back against his broad chest as her hands covered his. The slow sensuous feel of her ass brushing against his erection caused his heart to thunder in his chest.
His large hand disappeared inside the lace. He pressed the flat of his palm against her pubic hair and flicked a finger against her clitoris, relishing the heat and the moistness he found inside the black thong.
Payton arched, her body silently begging for more.
As much as he hated to let her go, Andy moved to stand before her.
Flaming passion leapt from the blue depths of her eyes.
He knelt and gently drew the thin straps of the waistband over her narrow hips, past her knees, and down to her ankles. Payton stepped from the small circle of lace at h
er feet.
Gentle hands grasped her buttocks and urged her pubic mound forward. Andy rubbed his cheek against the downy softness of curling hair.
Payton clutched his shoulders to keep her knees from buckling, breathing deeply to maintain her composure. His fingers slid down the inside of her ass cheeks to play at the opening of her pussy, maintaining the pressure of his hands on her ass to keep her body close to his face.
“You’re wet for me already. I’m glad you’re as turned on as I am.”
“Andy, please…” She didn’t know how much more of this slow seduction she could stand. Being in his clutches was better than anything she had imagined the entire week before.
Andy stood and stripped off his t-shirt. His jeans lay on the floor a moment later along with his boxers.
She stared at his penis, which was erect and already glistening with pre-ejaculate. Payton moved in a dreamlike state to the bed when he took her hand and urged her along.
Andy stretched beside her on the flat surface. They faced each other as he ran a hand across the gentle curve of her hip, then kissed her softly. He tipped his head, kissed her once more, and curled his fingers around a breast. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I think I will. I don’t know if it will be as wonderful for you as it is me.”
She touched his smooth cheek. “It has to happen. Then it’ll be over with. I want this, Andy.”
He already had it planned. He was going to turn her inside out with pleasure and, just as she came, he would enter her. Maybe then, it wouldn’t be too painful.
Andy began a tortuous path with his lips from Payton’s mouth, down across her breasts, and to her stomach. His hand ran a smooth course from her knee to an inside thigh, lightly brushed past the heat between her legs, and then trailed down her other leg.
Silently, he crawled between her legs, opened her knees wide, and looked at her for the first time. Payton curled her fingers into the pillow and watched his every move.
He slid a finger down her glistening slit, then back to her clit. Nothing had ever excited him as much as the moment when he dropped his mouth and captured her clit between his lips. Payton bucked on the bed, but his grip was firm on her hips as he rolled his tongue around the swollen bud.
Payton’s gasping pants met his ears. The sound urged him on. He stretched out between her legs, opened her pussy lips wider with his thumbs and licked her from bottom to top, stopping to nibble her clit once more before he stuck his tongue inside of her.
“Andy…” Payton squirmed.
Knowing that she was close, he pulled his mouth away, rose to his knees and bent to suckle her clit again while simultaneously sticking a finger into her pussy.
Payton reared up and met each stroke of his tongue. Her head rolled wildly on the pillow. Small groans emitted one after the other from her throat.
Another finger joined the one that moved in and out of her pussy. His mouth lapped at her sweetness. Andy knew the exact moment when she exploded. A scream accompanied the throbbing waves of her vagina.
Never hesitating, Andy quickly plunged inside of her. He felt the momentary pressure of skin against the head of his penis before he broke through to capture the last pulsing waves of her orgasm around his cock.
Payton groaned loudly and instantly stopped her movements against him. Andy lay motionless, waiting for her body to let him know if he needed to stop. He kissed her lips, not caring if she let him continue or not. Buried inside of Payton was a sensual experience in itself. Somehow, he would pull out if that was what she wanted.
“It’s all right, Andy,” she whispered into his ear.
He began to stroke gently, waiting for her to join him. Her hips finally moved against his and found the rhythm he waited for.
Payton squeezed her eyes tightly and waited for the last remnants of pain to subside. Surprisingly, it did. In its place, the warmth of his embrace erased any fear that it would ever return. She began to meet his increasingly stronger thrusts.
It was beautiful. It was better than she could have ever imagined.
When he withdrew from her body, Payton thought he was finished, disheartened that their lovemaking was over—until he repositioned himself on his knees between her spread legs, guided his cock back into her, and then moistened his fingers with his tongue. He touched her clit and rolled it to the rhythm of his strokes. Payton felt the spikes of heat begin to build again.
“I want you to come again. I’m going to rub your clit until you do.” He worked her body until she met each stroke, clutching with her vagina at his penis to draw him deeper inside of her.
Andy watched her eyes darken again with passion and increased the tempo.
Payton nearly fainted when the waves washed over her again. Andy grabbed her hips and emptied himself inside of her.
Chapter 6: Twelve Years Later
Andy’s body jerked. His eyes snapped open as he looked about the living room. A television sportscaster announced the final football score. Apparently he’d missed the Vikings getting walloped again by the Green Bay Packers.
He sat up, leaned his elbows on his knees, and ran his large hands through the thick head of tousled hair.
“What the hell?” he muttered. It was then that he noticed his hard-on.
He had dreamed again about the time when he first met his wife, the first time he ever screwed her; correction—the first time he’d ever made love to her. That was twelve years ago.
He dropped back to the soft cushion of the expensive leather couch and slung an arm over his brow. He could hear the laughing voices of his two sons playing some kind of cop and robber game in the front yard, completely oblivious that their father had almost had a wet dream—all because of the sex life he used to have with their mother, who at the moment was shopping for a pair of shoes for their daughter, Sara.
Andy’s dream had him thinking now about their life after that first encounter. Three months after that first week of graduate school, he and Payton stood before a Justice of the Peace, planning for the baby that was on the way. He had been so intent on finally showing Payton the pleasures of sex, that it never occurred to him she wasn’t on the Pill.
Payton’s parents insisted they marry immediately, but even so, Andy had never felt trapped. He was the happiest guy in the world to have such a beautiful, smart wife and never regretted a day of their forced marriage or the three children they shared. He loved her deeply.
Those first few early years were hard. Thank goodness, his parents had enough money to help put both of them through the last years of college. Payton’s parents had bowed out after their initial demand that they marry. He could still see her father’s pissed off features at the wedding reception when he told Payton she was cut off from any money for school. Dumb bastard—he doesn’t know what he’s missing now.
Her mother then informed Payton that she had made her bed, now she would have to lie in it and suffer the consequences. His new wife’s brothers stood by, looking like they were ready to punch his lights out. God damned Puritans. They never saw too much of her family after that.
“Like Tyler was something that made us suffer,” he muttered out loud again. If anything, the little baby boy born that next summer completed the joy both he and Payton shared.
He worked two jobs to support them, and went to night school, never complaining. His own parents were good enough to watch Tyler while both he and Payton completed course after course with honors. Andy now remembered how he wished, at the time, his father would have been even more generous with his checkbook. Those four years were tough, but their trials had only fortified a solid foundation of love. And, to top it off, the night they both graduated, Payton’s gift to him was the announcement that another baby was on the way.
As soon as Scotty was born, Payton found a job with an international computer software company and climbed her way up the ladder quicker than anyone he knew. She was a great supervisor, made tons of money for her company, and worked her way right out of their bed—or d
id so after Sara was born three years ago.
The hours she was asked to work took something away from the marriage. That’s why I dreamed again about the fun we used to have between the sheets. Payton always seemed tired and managed only quick fucks on the weekend. She hurried through the sexual encounters like she hurried through cleaning the house, preparing meals, and through the door when she left for work.
It drove him crazy. Her disinterest didn’t cause him to love her any less, but it continually pricked at Andy that he had one of the sexiest wives around and their sex life sucked. The men he worked with told him how lucky he was. Payton was more beautiful now than when they married, and she never complained when he did things with the guys, only smiled and told him to have a good time. She’d give him a peck on the cheek and send him golfing.
Andy worked hard to try and carve out time for his wife to enjoy her life. He hired a housecleaning service, but it didn’t make any difference. Payton, in her anal retentive way, cleaned the night before they showed up. He stopped more often after work to pick up carryout so she wouldn’t rush in to cook, or most times started dinner for them all because he arrived home first. Well, then, she would rush to the basement and throw clothes in the washer or hit her computer for a little extra project to complete, therefore taking the pressure off her shoulders the next day at work.
He sighed heavily into the lonely room. He had to find a way to get back the good old days when they enjoyed one another to the fullest extent.
* * * * *
Andy thrust one final time into his wife’s body, waited until he emptied himself, and then rolled to the side a split second later. The mattress dipped in response to his splayed body as a satisfied sigh escaped into the total darkness of the bedroom.
At the same time, Payton gritted her teeth at the sound. Once again, he had left her hanging by her toenails, frustrated because he had come quickly before she had a chance to find her own satisfaction. These days, it took forever to get her mind off of work and family and give him the attention he was due. Because of it, she was just warming up when he released himself inside of her and called it a night.
