“What are you doing?” Travis asked. “If my ears don’t mistake me, it sounds like someone’s getting naked.”
Liz considered a moment longer before answering. She knew there were a dozen good reasons she shouldn’t let him drive down here tonight, but at the same time she really wanted to feel his naked body against hers. Too bad she was probably going to be responsible and just get off over the phone. “What if I am?” she asked as she began to undo the buttons of her blouse with her free hand. “Would you take that big cock in your hand and imagine my fingers wrapping around it? Feeling its thickness?”
“I would indeed,” Travis said. “It’s already nice and hard and wishing you were here to tease my secret out of me.”
Liz’s hand drifted lower to touch her tattoo again. Even that slight contact made her wince, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She transferred some of the A&D goo over to her clitoris. There wasn’t much of the ointment left. Most of the stuff had been rubbed off on the gauze or absorbed into her skin. She’d have to put on more after she spoke to Travis. “What would you want me to do?” she asked.
“Blowjob, of course,” Travis told her. “I’d want one of your world class, no holds barred, blowjobs.”
“Mmmmm,” Liz murmured. Her blouse was half buttoned and her bra was still securely in place. She let them stay that way while the tip of her middle finger lightly circled her clitoris. “Do you mean the kind where I start by licking your big balls before taking them into my mouth one by one?”
Travis’ voice grew slightly hoarse. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
Liz smiled. She always enjoyed getting Travis excited. Intellectually she knew that it was a power thing with her—she really did like to take control—and over the phone she usually got to stay on top, so to speak. In person, Travis had the annoying, if delightful, ability to make her forget all about pleasing him just by running his fingertips over her hip, or kissing the nape of her neck, or holding her arms back while he took her nipple into his mouth and encouraged it to stand up proudly for him. And when he actually touched her labia or her clit…
She shuddered in the throes of delicious memory. Maybe she should get him to come down after all.
“I wish I could run my fingers through your hair right now,” Travis told her. “I love the feel of your silky strands as they envelope my hands and I—”
“Who are you kidding?” Liz teased him. “You’d just be positioning me to hurry up and get the head of that big cock of yours in my mouth.”
She moved her hand back up her body and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Then she lifted the cups of her bra over her breasts so she could lightly caress the soft globes. Her fingers made her nipples tingle.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with you taking my dick in your mouth, is there?” Travis asked.
“Nothing except that I don’t like to be rushed,” Liz reminded him. “If you tried to hurry me, I’d be forced to take even more time with your shaft, inching my way up with my tongue, tickling the flared rim of that big fat head of yours.”
She closed her eyes and imagined doing what she was talking about. Her girlfriends all claimed not to like the taste of semen, but Liz found it kind of exciting. It wasn’t chocolate, of course, but she liked it nonetheless. Perhaps it was the clear evidence that she’d excited her man—made him hard, made him ooze in anticipation of the ecstasy to come.
Her fingers left her clit to take hold of her nipple and twist it ever so lightly.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, Travis reentered her narrative. “If your face is the right height to lick my cock, then you must be on your knees before me while I sit on your couch. That means your breasts are perfectly positioned for me to reach out and fondle. You know how I love to touch your nipples and make them big and hard so I can play with those chewy tips.”
Liz loved that feeling too. To remind herself of just how awesome it truly was, she put her phone on speaker, set it down on her belly and began to caress the very tips of her nipples with just the balls of her middle fingers.
She stopped to lick her fingertips and then started again, letting the moist flesh glide over her turgid tits. They were small only in comparison to Travis’ cock, which really wasn’t a fair comparison at all. Her nipples spread out in deep ebony circles on the mahogany flesh of her breasts. Larger than the proverbial silver dollar, they had always been intensely sensitive.
“Mmmmmm,” she murmured in contentment, “that’s nice,”
“I’m glad you like it,” Travis told her. His voice dropped a bit in volume as if he weren’t simply chatting with Liz or teasing her anymore. “Because the next thing I’d do is slide down on the floor beside you and start to lick your nipples while my hand began to migrate south.”
Liz moved her right hand lower as Travis continued to talk to her.
“I’d explore the roundness of your breasts, the contours of your abs, the short little hairs of your bush, the soft moist lips of your pussy…”
Liz groaned with appreciation, her hand touching those same lips and feeling their wetness.
“I’d dip my finger just far enough inside you to capture some of your juices; then I’d drag them back up again, lubricating your lips and your little clitoris.”
Liz put into action Travis’ plan, sending swirls of pleasure spiraling through her body. Her breathing grew deeper. Her palm brushed the sore flesh beneath her new tattoo which was distracting, but not a true impediment to her building orgasm.
“I’d begin to press harder,” Travis whispered. “Feeling how swollen your little button has become…”
Her clit was swollen—thick with excitement and her growing need for release.
“I’d suck harder on your tit, pulling it taut with my mouth, maybe using my teeth a little…”
Liz twisted hard on her nipple and pulled. Her whole body stuttered, knocking her momentarily off her rhythm. She arched her back, pushing her pussy up at her fingers even as she pressed down harder. Her lungs panted with the effort to breathe.
“Then I’d suddenly abandon your breast to kiss the nape of your neck, suck my way upward until I reached your ear, take the little lobe in my teeth and…”
“Oh, Travis!” Liz gasped. Her mind was as hotly on fire as her tits and pussy. “Ohhhhhh!”
The orgasm ripped up inside of her, blocking out Travis’ next words with the intensity of the experience. Her fingers kept diddling, flattening her swollen clit as she pushed her little love button back and forth and around on her hot flesh. She knocked the phone to the floor but didn’t stop what she was doing to try and catch it. Her left hand abandoned her nipple to join her right between her legs. The sore flesh beneath her tattoo wailed in pain as she continually bumped it with her hand, but right now she didn’t care. She just kept pushing, swirling, abusing her turgid clitoris while her juices overflowed her pussy to make her thighs glisten and darken the cover of her couch.
When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed, Liz lay panting on her back wondering what had happened to Travis. Eventually she remembered the phone and retrieved it from the floor. The fall must have disconnected it, so she dialed his number again. Intensely aware as she did so of the soreness beneath her tattoo and of the clothing tangled at mid-thigh and above her breasts.
Travis answered on the first ring. “Wow!” he said. “That one sounded really intense.”
“It was a good one,” Liz agreed.
“Good, have I succeeded in teasing your secret out of you?”
The question surprised Liz. “What? No, of course not! I didn’t tell you anything.”
“But you will,” Travis sounded confident.
“And why would I do that?” Liz laughed.
“Because I’ve earned it, and because you still want to know mine,” Travis told her.
Liz thought about that for just a moment. “I don’t think you really have a secret,” she decided. “I’m going to wait for this weekend and let you work mine out of m
e in person.”
“Sounds fun,” Travis said, “but you’re mistaken. My secret’s going to rock your entire world. And now you’re going to have to wait to learn what it is.”
He was laughing as he hung up the phone.
Liz stared at hers for a few moments longer before deciding not to give into temptation and call him back.
Chapter Seven
The Best Laid Plans
Thea
Thea arrived outside Nick’s bar giddy with excitement over her new tattoo. She wasn’t going to tell him about it yet, but she thought she’d play the kind of game Liz talked about over dinner and tease him a little tonight. She wasn’t the sort of person who kept a lot of secrets. She actually wasn’t the sort of person who compiled a lot of secrets to keep.
She lived with her mother as she had most of her life, except for a few blessed years after she earned her associates degree. This was before her father got ill and she had to move back with her parents to take care of them. The home situation had become far less tenable since she had started dating Nick. Not only was there absolutely no privacy, but she had discovered that neither her mother nor her sister respected the contribution Thea had been making to the family by paying all of Mom’s bills. The three of them were arguing vehemently over money matters and Thea had responded to the hostility by spending more and more nights over at Nick’s. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be one of those sleepovers, but she was so excited that she couldn’t resist driving out to the bar and seeing him.
The Church Key was a dilapidated old building with two burnt out letters in its neon sign, but the atmosphere inside was warm and friendly. Thea had taken up waitressing here on Friday and Saturday nights, making minimum wage plus really good tips from the patrons. She’d done it the first time trying to get more time with Nick, but kept it up because the extra money was really nice to have. She’d paid for her tattoo tonight with tip money, but mostly she squirreled it away against the day her fight with Mom and Becka would drive her to move out of Mom’s house.
She nodded and smiled to her many friends among Nick’s patrons as they peppered her with little questions as she made her way toward the bar.
“Hi, Thea, didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”
“You working tonight, Thea? Good to see you!”
“Hey, Thea, you look great! What brings you in tonight?”
And even the more practical, “Hi, Thea, can you get me a Budweiser?”
“I’m not working tonight,” Thea told the last man as she unbuttoned her coat. “I’m just here to see Nick.”
Nick obviously thought that was a great idea. His blonde head brightened up immediately when he saw her. “Thea! This is a great surprise! What brings you in tonight?”
He immediately put down the drink he was filling and came around the edge of the bar to give her a hug and a kiss. Jim, his other bartender, picked up the half filled mug and nodded a greeting to her as well.
“Can’t I just pop in to share your company?” Thea asked as she stretched up to meet Nick’s lips with her own. He was very thin—almost skinny—but still strong enough when he needed to be.
“Anytime,” Nick assured her. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and led her back behind the bar. “How was dinner with your cousins?”
Thea almost blurted out the whole story but at the last possible instant she restrained herself. “Pretty much as I expected,” she lied.
“That’s good, right?” Nick asked. He had one eye half on the customers but while decently crowded, the bar didn’t actually seem that busy right now—certainly not in comparison to Thea’s usual Friday and Saturday night shifts—so he was giving her about ninety percent of his attention.
Thea decided she couldn’t wait to start teasing him. “It was better than good,” she told him. She leaned in real close so that hopefully only Nick could hear her. “I have a secret.”
“What kind of secret?” Nick asked a bit more loudly than she would have preferred. His eyes examined her carefully but evidently didn’t find anything to worry him in her expression. He tightened his embrace so that she couldn’t easily step back away from him—not that Thea wanted to.
“A sexy secret,” Thea whispered.
“Did you three go to Victoria’s Secret?” Nick asked her. The grin on his face told her he expected to fully enjoy uncovering her little mystery. If he only knew the truth…
“Better!” Thea told him.
“Better?” Nick repeated. He looked surprised to Thea, as if he really couldn’t think of something better than her coming to him wrapped in Victoria’s Secret. “What is it?”
Thea thought her grin must have spread from ear to ear. “I’m not telling!”
“Really?” Nick asked. He looked around them for a moment, judging the size of the crowd and calculating how much business that meant. Evidently he decided that Jim could continue to manage things without him. “Well, maybe we should go talk about this in private,” he suggested.
Without waiting for Thea’s response, he slipped his hand into hers and began to lead her toward his small office.
“Wait a minute!” Thea protested, even as she followed him. “I’m not letting you take me anywhere you can worm the secret out of me!”
Nick’s only answer was to increase his pace, pulling Thea along behind him. She hurried to keep up, even as she continued to half-heartedly protest. “I mean it,” she lied. “We’re not going anywhere private!”
The office was small—little more than a desk covered in papers, a personal computer, and a wooden tree for hanging coats.
Nick closed the door behind her and immediately took Thea into his arms again. This kiss was a lot more thorough than the one he had greeted her with outside. His tongue explored every square millimeter of her mouth and then went back to survey the territory again.
“Mmmmm,” Thea murmured when he finally let them catch their breath. “That was nice.”
“So what’s this secret?” Nick said. “Did Ron propose? You seemed happy, so I doubt that one of your cousins is breaking up with Ron or Travis.”
“BZZZZZZZZ!” Thea imitated a warning buzzer sounding. “Not even close!” she announced. “My secret has nothing to do with Liz and Kara—well, sort of nothing to do with them.” She snuggled closer to Nick, acutely aware of the pressure that her panties brought to bear on her new tattoo.
She nuzzled his neck. “Want to try again?”
Nick began to tickle her ear with his lips and the tip of his tongue. “Do I get a reward if I figure it out?” he asked.
Teasing Nick like this made Thea feel heady with the power that comes from being in complete control. “You’re not going to figure it out!” she predicted. “Not if you guess for a million years.”
“Oh, I’m not, am I?” Nick said. “Well, maybe I need to find a way to convince you to give me a few hints.”
He picked her up and set her on the edge of the desk, which effectively meant she was sitting on some of his paperwork. His hands slid to her thighs while he began to kiss her again.
Thea turned her face away. “Torture will not work!” she warned.
“I wasn’t planning to torture you,” Nick murmured as he continued to work his lips against the flesh of her cheek, her jaw, her neck. His hands slid up her body, fingers trailing against her sides until he could cup her breasts.
“Bribery won’t work either,” Thea promised, even as his thumbs simultaneously slid over her nipples.
A shudder made its delicious way across her body.
“And you’re cold, by the way,” she warned.
“I am not!” Nick protested. Then stopped and considered her words. “Cold?” Suddenly his eyes opened wide. “As in hot and cold?”
Thea realized she’d given way too much away. “No, I didn’t mean—”
Nick’s hands moved to the top of Thea’s jeans. “Why did you and Liz go out with Kara tonight?” he asked. “I just realized that Ron is out of town this week. Cou
ld you and Liz have been helping Kara get pierced with that little stud Ron gave her? Could you have decided to get a stud, too?”
Thea began to wrestle with Nick’s arms, worried that he’d suddenly gotten way too close to the truth. “No,” she insisted, “we didn’t—stop it! You can’t look!”
But thin as Nick was, he could still easily out-muscle her. His fingers undid the button on her jeans and began to wrestle them off. “Let me see!”
“Stop it!” Thea laughed. She continued to struggle with his hands. “What if someone comes in here?”
All in one motion, Nick had her jeans off her hips and down around her knees. Her panties still covered her, but from the look on her boyfriend’s face, they wouldn’t be doing so for long.
“Hey!” Thea told him. Her laughter continued to leech the force from her struggles. “You’re going to ruin my surprise!”
Nick’s voice sounded hoarse with need. “Surprise me now!” he told her.
Thea loved it when he really took charge. She stopped fighting and awkwardly leaned back on his desk with her long coat hanging open to her sides. She would have laid all the way back but there really wasn’t enough room, even without the computer. As it was, her action scattered papers onto the floor behind the desk, but Nick didn’t seem to be concerned about that.
“Let me see your piercing!” he told her.
His hands gripped her panties and began to pull them down. The excess A&D ointment held onto the silk fabric for a moment before releasing it exposing the gauze pad that covered her inked flesh.
Suddenly Thea didn’t think the situation was funny anymore. She felt an edgy apprehension, wondering how Nick would respond to her tattoo.
“I didn’t get my pussy pierced,” she whispered. “I got something better—just for me and you.”
Nick pulled the gauze clear. The cool air of the office caressed Thea even as Nick gasped in appreciation. “Oh, wow! You are so right! This is a lot better than a piercing.”
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