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First thing Monday morning I get my apartment key so I can unload my personal possessions and shop for what I need. As I get settled in, I text Jamie: Dinner tomorrow, your choice, I pay.
Jamie and I meet at a Cuban place in Mid Town Palo Alto. We each get a beer as we toast to living near each other. My sister is great; I have no idea why she’s going out with Tyler. Not thinking to deeply about this before dinner, I wait until we both have had a drink and have eaten some dinner before I broach the subject.
“How long have you been seeing Tyler?”
She gives me a weary look, “Why do you ask?”
“You never mentioned a boyfriend. Last month when I was here, he wasn’t around. When I show up, I see you’re living with this guy. You’re my sister; I just want to know more about him.”
“Nate, don’t give me your shit. I like Ty.”
“What, I’m just asking. Do you have anything in common with this guy?”
“This is like the pot calling the kettle black.”
“What does that mean?”
“Really, I know you. You’ve been giving Ty that look of yours. The ‘I’m going to beat the shit out of you’ look you get. This is my life; Ty makes me happy, just leave it.”
“You’re better than this guy. I just don’t want to see you get involved with some—” I never getting to finish my sentence as she breaks in.
“Really, you’re in no position to judge, not after you get yourself engaged to Mariana.”
“What the hell does that mean? Mariana had a job.”
“Your issue with Ty is his job?”
“That’s a start.”
“Your other issue is his tattoos? You have tattoos.”
“Not the tattoos.”
“Look Mariana was a whack job and you wanted to marry her. You have no room to say anything about Ty to me.”
Sitting back in my chair, I realize that I’m handling this all wrong. Any argument I have she brings up Mariana. Why didn’t Jamie ever like her? How do I get Jamie to dump this guy?
Jamie finally says, “I get it, Ty rubs you the wrong way. I never gave you shit for Mariana even though I never liked how she treated you, and the two of you had nothing in common.”
“We had lots in common?”
“What, name three things you liked to do with each other…out of the sack?”
“This conversation is about you and Tyler, not about me and Mariana.”
“Ty treats me well, he’s easy to be with, we have fun times, he might not have much ambition, but it’s just nice being with someone who thinks I’m great.”
“But, you are great,” I say, which just elicits an eye roll. We sit at the table faced off. Finally, I add, “Mariana treated me well.”
Getting another eye roll, she adds, “Mariana spent her day ordering you around ‘lmao get this for me, lmao buy this for me, lmao do this for me, and lmao take care of me.’ What did that chick ever do for you?”
“She made me happy.”
“Ty makes me happy. Leave it alone. It’s not like I’m planning on having his babies.”
“Then I hope you’re using an IUD. You know they have a much lower failure rate than the pill.”
Jamie gives me a horrified look. “I’m not discussing contraception with my brother, ever!”
***
My Wednesday meeting with my boss goes well. The office manager has me sign some papers and shows me where I can take the necessary online training courses. I’m now covered under their malpractice insurance and signed up for benefits. They have a doctors meeting at seven thirty a.m. every Thursday. I’m invited to tomorrow’s meeting. I’ve also been invited to join the surgical team this Saturday. One of the pediatric guys is performing a new labrum procedure on a teenager where he’s avoiding their growth plates. I’m not a pediatric guy, and not slated to start work until Monday, but I’d still like to see the new technique.
Chapter 19 – Dinner at Cascal
Every morning I start my day by texting Juliette. I was kind of bummed that she was busy every night this week. Then again, my schedule was a sticking point with Mariana. Maybe dating a woman who is busy will work out better. For our Friday date, I book reservations at a restaurant one of the nurses recommends. The air is warm, I can’t believe that it’s really December as I walk to her door. Juliette looks hot as she answers wearing a tight scoop neck sweater. About all I can say is, “hi” before I pull her close, cupping her head I brush my knuckle down her beautiful cheek. Giving her a long, deep kiss I hear myself moan from pleasure. Finally breaking the kiss, I say, “I’d really like to continue this in your room but I made reservations. We should head over to the restaurant.”
It turns me on to see the effect the kiss has on her as she shyly shudders. Then she tells me, “Today was cold; I should grab a warm jacket.”
This just strikes me as funny, “It is December, all you Californians are complaining about how cold it is. Do you realize there are still leaves on the trees and the temperatures are in the fifties?”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean, today never got warmer than the mid-fifties. They’re talking about the lows tonight getting down to the thirties. That’s really cold when you’re on the pool deck just wearing flip flops and a swimsuit.”
“Wait, what? You swim outdoors at dawn? Now?” I say incredulously.
“The pool’s eighty, it’s just the deck that’s freezing. No one around here swims in an indoor pool.” Helping her on with her coat she continues, “I think I’ve only been in an indoor pool a few times in my life. They smell terrible, like too much chlorine.”
Another Juliette juxtapose, “When it comes to weather you are the toughest and wimpiest person I’ve ever met.” I tell her.
“I think you’ve just got a lot to learn about living in California. It’s a lot different than visiting California,” she says with a raise of one of her pretty eyebrows.
Pulling her in tight as we walk I tell her, “I think I’m going to enjoy your lessons.”
The restaurant is only a few blocks from Juliette’s place. It serves Spanish and South American food. Blocking all thoughts of Mariana, I still order a bottle of Malbec, while we take turns choosing an assortment of small plate tapas to share. Juliette looks lost in thought as I reach across the table for her hand gently rubbing my thumb against her soft warm skin, “Hey, I think I lost you, what are thinking about?”
“You’re not like Bon Jovi from Sex in the City, right?” she says with a frown.
My brain shutters from that comment, “Come again? What does some rock star from the eighties, and a TV show from the nineties have to do with me?”
Embarrassment flashes across her face as she says, “Saying it out loud does make it sound kind of crazy.” Now she looks nervous as she explains, “Bon Jovi’s character sleeps with Carrie. Afterwards he tells her he loses interest after he’s had sex. You’re not one of those guys; that’s into the chase then gets bored once he captures the pray?”
Okay, she totally lost me with the Bon Jovi reference but she wants to know if I’m a player. Before Mariana, I was a player. I wouldn’t have wasted my time on dinner. Now, I want her; I want a relationship. I avoid chuckling at the thought and give her the look I use on patients when I’m about to deliver serious news. “I was wondering when we were going to have this conversation. I like it that you didn’t want to sleep with me right away.” Shaking my head and chuckling under my breath at that comment since last weekend all I wanted was to screw her, I continue, “I would have liked it if you wanted to sleep with me right away, but it’s nice to take it slow for a change. You don’t come across as a sexual adventuress.” I’m exposing myself, but telling her the truth. “No, I’m not interested in sleeping with you once then moving on. It’s way too early to make any promises, but I would like to get to know you more.”
Leaning in I twirl one of her curls between my fingers, the softness feels good, I have an overriding desire to feel her s
kin as I say the opposite of what I really want, “But I won’t rush you. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want.”
With a serious look and piercing eye contact, she asks me in a direct way, “There’s no current girlfriend or wife back in Minnesota?”
I feel my chest relax, this is easy, “No current girl friend or wife back in Minnesota.” Picking up her hand, I brush my thumb over her soft skin, “Any boyfriends or husband I should know about?”
With a big genuine smile she shakes her head and says, “I’m single. No current attachments.” Her delivery becomes shy, with a solemn look, knocking me out with her big dark eyes, “I don’t share. If you want to sleep with me you can’t be sleeping with anyone else.”
I answer immediately, “Yeah, I can live with that. I don’t share either.”
The atmosphere is thick; I want her so bad. Our waiter shows up asking about dessert. She shakes her head. I do too. My only thought is how quickly can I get Juliette back to her place?
Quietly, with an intense look she says the magic words, “Why don’t we go back to my place.”
I almost throw my credit card at the waiter. Signing the bill, I grab my jacket and hold my hand out for Juliette. She looks a little paralyzed as I say, “You coming?” Tucking her in close as we walk the few blocks back to her place, I tell myself to breath as I try to control my heightened anticipation.
As soon as she opens the front door, I block her against the wall, kicking the door closed. Balancing myself with one hand on the wall, I pull her close with the other hand. We kiss hard and deep. She moans into my mouth as I tell her, “I want you.”
She pulls me tight for a kiss then starts dragging off my coat, as I help her get it off. Rubbing my cheek against her soft cheek I work on getting her jacket off. My hands itch to touch her smooth skin as I search for the hem of her sweater. Feeling her hands on my back heightens my awareness that I just want to get her in bed.
Softly I ask, “I don’t want your roommate walking in on us, can we move to your bedroom?”
Kissing her ear, then sucking on her ear lobe, I could eat this sweet woman up as I move down to her neck. She smells wonderful and tastes even better. Pulling away she grabs my hand, flashing me a sly look as she leads me to her bedroom. Her room has ambient light from the street, not as bright as I want but I’m not about to stop touching her to turn the lights on. Wanting more skin I release her bra. I’ve always been a boob guy and she has wonderful, large, round, perky breasts. She’s working to get my shirt off as I get both of my hands caressing her amazing breasts, which just feels so good. We break our kiss as I pull her sweater off. I’ve just got to see these tits. Her unlatched bra is covering them; dragging my fingertips from her neck down her arm unveils what I crave. Now I give myself a moment just to take them in, it’s so much better than what I saw on TV. Then the urge to feel her skin overtakes me.
Grabbing the waistband of her jeans with my index finger I pull her close. Using one hand to undo her jeans, I use the other to continue exploring her breasts. Juliette undoes my pants, touching me through my boxers almost making me lose it. Kissing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder she rolls her head, moans, then gives me access, and I lick her from shoulder to ear. Something about the salty sweet taste of female skin heightens my craving for her. Her whole body starts shuttering, making the urge to see her naked grow. Pulling her jeans down to her knees, I back her up to the bed, gently laying her down. Grabbing the heal of her boot she moans out, “Zipper, you need to pull down the zipper.”
I chuckle, as I pull off her boots, jeans, and socks. I can now look down at her almost naked body. She’s beautiful; her skin just glows in the soft gray light, calling me to touch her. Dragging my fingertips slowly up her legs, I reach for her underpants. Rubbing my fingers against her folds, I can feel she’s soaked right through her panties. This makes me smile; I’m glad she wants it as bad as me. After pulling off her panties, I then shed the rest of my clothes unable to take my eyes off her.
I want her to want this as much as me as I ask, “I hope you want me to continue.” I’m relieved as those big eyes look at me as she solemnly nods her head, another turn on. I continue, “You will tell me if you want me to stop.” Her eyes are large, getting even larger as she slowly nods again. Looking up the length of her beautiful body, I lean over her, kissing and licking her core. Her body shudders from my touch; her skin feels warm, sweet and salty, and the human equivalent of fresh kettle corn. Looking up at her face through her breasts, I think this is the best view ever. Leaning on one hand so I don’t put too much weight on her I use my other hand to explore her breast again, since I never can get too much. My hand exploring her breast is the happiest, luckiest hand ever. Licking her other breast I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Watching her as I suck it gives me great satisfaction. Her head goes back exposing the white column of her neck while she deeply moans. The moan goes directly to my dick, as I tell it to wait its turn. My hands and mouth are both playing with her breasts causing her to arch her back as the thrill of her reaction runs a line of anticipation down my core. Taking a breath, I reverently tell her, “You have amazing breasts, I could get lost in these breasts.” Now all I want is to be inside of her. I want her to say it, I want her to want me as I ask, “You still want me to continue?”
With another nod of her head, pleasure mixed with pure lust screams through my body, and my dick just aches for release. Breathing out a simple, “good” I realize it would kill me to stop now.
Her voice is soft as she asks, “Can we continue under the comforter where it’s warmer?”
I nod, then watch her hot ass as she races under the covers. Under the covers, I run my hands down her curves, as I enjoy the feeling of her thighs, hips, up to her waist. I relish the female body, nothing feels so good. She places her leg over my leg opening herself up to me as she runs her hand down to my hard-on, making me gasp as I try to control myself from prematurely releasing. Running my hands down to her groin, I can feel her pubic hair. I’ve screwed women who shaved down there; Mariana shaved when she wore her skimpy bikinis. It always kind of freaks me out, like they’re a kid, not an adult. I’m only interested in being with a woman, a soft, round woman. She starts touching my dick, not a good idea since I want to release inside her. I want to feel her shiver and quake as she lies under me. I reach down and start playing with her clit. I unhood it, then I gently pet it, as I can feel her body immediately respond. My body rushes with satisfaction as I feel her body quiver and build to orgasm. Softly imploring her, “Come for me, I want to feel you come on my hand.” I feel her stomach contract. Amping things up, my dick gets jealous of my fingers as I explore her tight, warm, wet core.
Simultaneously my mouth reaches for her nipple, sucking in deep as I hear her gasp in response as she arches her back, her panting becomes intense as she starts to make sweet little groaning noises. I smile to myself as I realize her body is my new playground. I’m sure getting off on making her quake and quiver. Finally releasing her breast with my mouth, I watch her eyes squint and her mouth open as the orgasm rolls through her. I feel like a lucky guy to be able to touch and watch this pretty woman. As she starts to come down I softly ask, “Are you up for more? Can I join you this time?”
Nodding her head slowly, my inner voice screams good girl. She reaches over to me with her lips as our mouths join in a hard and deep kiss. Our tongues dance as my dick screams to join in. Releasing her briefly I reach over the bed, down to my pants, pulling a condom out of my wallet. As I return to her side, she gives me a sweet smirk, raises her eyebrows and says, “Optimistic.”
With a half-smile I respond, “Forever hopeful.”
As I roll on the condom I want to hear her beg for it, “You sure you want this?”
She smiles and nods. In a soft sweet whisper, “Yeah, I want this with you.”
My dick jumps for joy as I say, “Good.” Then I look into her sweet, pretty face and tell her, “I’ll take it
easy.”
Rolling her on her back, I give her a deep kiss as I gently stroke her folds, each stroke going a little deeper, a little harder. She feels so warm, soft, and tight. Rocking into her, my cheek against her cheek, the contact sends a thrill down my neck as I hear her gasp into my ear. Waiting for her to start peaking, my dick just wants the tight feeling of being far inside of her; I bring her knees up to her chest. As I rock deeper, I feel her spasm, while my entire body quakes. My lower back tightens, the spasm moves down to my balls. Man, there isn’t anything that feels as good as orgasming together as she spasms on the entire length of my dick. I rock back in forth into her as she milks my dick, my brain goes blank, and all I want is release. I come inside her; the release is amazing. As I pull out she continues to shake and gasp. It always amazes me how different men and women orgasm. It takes a while to get a women going, but you know you’ve done it right if it takes a while for them to come down. I find post-coital bliss in holding a woman when she’s on the way down.
Rolling onto my back, I thread my fingers through hers. A slow, happy smile spreads across my face as my body and mind has the most amazing feeling of satisfaction. Just wanting to feel that soft sweet body against me, I pull Juliette close. Tilting my head down, I kiss her forehead. “That was good, really good.” Damn, that was an understatement, that was amazing. When her body relaxes and my mind starts returning to normal I realize I never locked the front door.
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