“So,” he said, helping her off the bike., “I want to come in and show you what you’ve done to me, sexy thing, is that okay or are you expecting Johnny boy?”
“I’m not seeing John until the weekend,” she said, blushing again.
“In that case, take me home woman,” he whispered into her ear and heard the little gasp escape from her lips.
She led him inside and they were kissing in the darkened hallway before he’d even shut the door behind them. He took his lead by the sexy little noises she made and soon they were standing in the bedroom, her breasts in his hands and his trousers feeling really uncomfortable. She looked up at him and the desire in her eyes was all he needed; she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“You want this? Because now is the time to push me away if you don’t,” he said, still massaging her breasts.
“I want this,” she moaned, leaning closer to him.
*****
Angela’s skin felt like it was on fire and her heart was racing. If this was what she’d been missing for the past year, then she wanted to make up for lost time. Finn had magic hands, and lips, and whatever beast he had in his pants was seeking her out like a missile. Her hands found their way under his clothes and the body underneath was firm and warm.
She couldn’t wait for him to undress; she needed to feel his skin next to hers creating friction and more of those beautiful sensations. She pulled off her clothes then went to work on his. Within just a few seconds, she’d positioned her hips under his and he entered her. There were no gentle caresses of slowly building pressure; the man went in like a sledgehammer and she closed her eyes enjoying the ride.
“Can’t hold on,” he gasped.
She squeezed her thighs tighter around him, pushing him deeper within her and felt the full force of the much-needed orgasm that rocked her to her soul. When he finally grunted and shifted his weight from her, they were both covered in sweat and weak-limbed. Her core was still buzzing with aftershocks but she didn’t need round two; she was spent. She would be thinking about what Finn had done to her for weeks.
“Well, that was unexpected and totally awesome. I have to go now but I’ll call you tomorrow,” Finn said as he threw his clothes back on.
He leaned down and kissed her, then winked and was gone. It happened so fast she didn’t have the time to think of anything to say. She didn’t really know how to respond. Lucy jumped up onto the bed, sniffed the sweat-soaked covers and then turned his back with what looked like disapproval.
“Well, I guess it’s wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” Angela said, giggling.
That was when she realized that she didn’t mind. He was fun, he was sweet in his own way but the man was just a little shallow and that was fine. She didn’t feel a deep connection; she just fancied the pants off him. She was, however, beginning to feel a little guilty about John. He would have stayed and snuggled, she was sure of that. She just wasn’t sure she was ready for that yet.
“My life has gone from boringly simple to excitingly complicated and it’s all your fault,” she told Lucy.
****
The next few days seemed brighter and she felt liked she’d been to a spa, just glowing with energy and vitality. She was pretty sure that it had something to do with the great sex she had shared with Finn but now that her date with John was creeping closer she couldn’t get the guilty feeling out of her head. She wasn’t the kind of woman who had men queuing at the doors to date her. She would need to choose, which meant that she had to find out what kind of person John really was and for that she needed to get him close and personal.
She spent the day of the date feeling nervous and half tempted to call it off entirely. Maybe she’d had enough excitement for one week but she didn’t want to end up being hurt or hurt anyone else. John came across as sensitive and she needed that in her life but she also needed fiery, passionate sex just like what she’d shared with Finn. Even the mere thought of it made her insides feel warm and the flashbacks had kept her panties damp throughout her working week. Her boss had definitely noticed a change in her and shown interest; she wouldn’t be welcoming any advances from him in the near future.
When the doorbell finally rang that evening she hesitated before answering. Would he be able to tell that she’d slept with his colleague? When the door opened, his smile caught her off guard and she just stared at him. He was so damn sweet it made her teeth hurt. His eyes were a shade of innocence, if that was a thing, and the shirt definitely showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders.
“I thought you might like to eat out tonight,” he said. “As in outside under the stars.”
“Like a picnic?” she asked,
“Exactly,” he replied. “I have everything ready.”
“Sounds great,” she said, taking his arm as he led her to the car.
He drove to a place just out of town. It was a regular picnic spot in the daytime but was now darker than she thought was possible. The stars shone in the sky and the crescent moon hovered brightly lending a shimmer to the grass. The air wasn’t as cold as she thought it would be and there wasn’t a breeze at all. She had a warm sweater and her anxiety was still buzzing in the background keeping her warm with guilt.
He spread a blanket on the grass and opened the basket, revealing a whole load of goodies. When he took her arm she let him seat her so that she was facing the view of the lights of the town below. It was beautiful and very romantic and became even more so when he poured her a glass of wine.
“I’ve been planning this all week but I had to keep my fingers crossed for the weather,” John said.
“It’s perfect,” she replied.
“I spoke to Finn last night,” he said.
She made a weird sound in the back of her throat and the tiny salmon quiche that she had been eating went somewhere that it shouldn’t. She coughed and spluttered and John had to bash her on the back with considerable force to release it. She sipped the wine and waited for her breath to come back while trying to decide what to say to him.
“It’s okay. He’s charismatic and every woman’s dream apparently,” John said. “I can see the attraction and it’s okay. I like you and I want to be with you but I don’t get much time off so maybe you should take some time to get to know both of us.”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that,” she said, and it felt like a weight had been lifted from her.
*****
John couldn’t tell her the truth; he was shy in all aspects of his life and he never thought he’d be able to explore that deeper darker part of himself. Angela was a sweet girl and was obviously torn up about being involved with two men at once. He didn’t know how to reassure her. The thought of Finn’s hands all over her made him hot as hell and his only wish was that he’d been there to see it and maybe even participate, not that he’d ever done anything like that.
Growing up on a farm with two loving, hardworking parents had been a wonderful experience but what his parents hadn’t noticed during the hot evenings was the various farm hands’ not so private activities.
He’d only ever watched, of course, but it had set the bar. He loved the forbidden, taboo act of voyeurism but he also wanted to get involved. He wanted to kiss his girl while another man made her gasp with pleasure. He wanted to put his hands on the other man and that made him feel guilty.
His family were accepting of all kinds of people and had employed more than one homosexual couple. Watching them had given him such mixed feelings that he’d had to get away from the farm; his desire never went away and he never grew out of it. His own sexuality made him feel socially awkward. It was his dirty little secret but what he would give to share it and actually experience it for real.
“You okay? You’re deep in thought,” Angela asked, touching his arm.
“I’m fine baby,” he said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
She turned to him, sliding closer, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She reached her lips up to his and he met them w
ith a deep and sensual kiss.
He felt the fire burning inside of him and the thought of her with Finn, with Finn’s hands caressing her body, made him hard as a rock. She must have sensed his desire because she slipped one hand down to his shirt and tugged it loose. Her soft hand on his stomach was divine, but he was straining against the tight jeans he’d decided to wear because they emphasized his butt and it was becoming uncomfortable.
He needn’t have worried about the pressure because she released it. She unclipped his belt with a small flick of her wrist and his manhood sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. He moaned into her mouth and she skimmed her hand across his lap brushing the tip.
She was teasing him and he loved it. Her mouth had traveled south and was trailing kisses down his throat and somehow his hands had found their way under her sweater and encountered a bra that she needed to lose.
“I want you,” she moaned against him and he felt his shirt loosen further.
“Me too,” he mumbled as he pulled her sweater over her head.
The moonlight touched her skin like a silky blanket and when he unclipped her bra, it fell away leaving the prettiest, pert breasts he’d seen in years. He briefly wished that he’d seen Finn’s hands or even mouth on her, teasing her nipples just like he was about to do. Her skin smelled like flowers and he breathed deeply before licking her nipple. When she groaned, he stopped to watch her reaction but she wanted more from him and he was soon extracted from his jeans.
She pushed him back onto the blanket and slid one leg over him. As she brought her weight down onto him he felt her slick center touch his cock. Grabbing her hips, he positioned her over him and they both gasped as he slid her down his length. The moon behind her made her shine like a goddess as she rode him. She didn’t hold back; she took her pleasure quickly, and he admired the way her breasts bounced on her chest as she rose and fell.
She came before him but only just and when he felt her tighten in waves around him he couldn’t hold on any longer; he exploded into her just before she collapsed into his arms.
The world was silent aside from their heavy breathing and the distant bark of a dog. The air was cooler when the sweat dried on their naked bodies and he pulled the blanket around them as they relaxed against each other.
When he figured their silence had become awkward, he felt the need to speak but he wasn’t good at orchestrating conversations and it took him time to pluck up the courage. She was obviously awake and watching the stars but she looked so peaceful that he didn't want to say the wrong thing and ruin her moment.
“Now I’m deep in thought,” she said, smiling up at him.
“Is everything okay?”
“More than okay,” she said, snuggling closer. “Are you really okay with me seeing Finn?”
“I am,” he replied.
“I would stop if you asked me to,” she whispered against his chest.
“You don’t need to, I’m fine with it,” he said, kissing her temple.
“And you definitely want to see me again?” she asked.
“Very much so,” he replied. “Please don’t doubt that.”
“Most men wouldn’t want to be a part of this,” she said.
“I do, honestly, you don’t have to worry,” he said.
“Why?” She was sitting up now and he began to get nervous. “Why is it okay? I’m not part of some stupid bet going on at the fire station am I?”
“God no, I just don’t mind, okay. I guess I kind of like it,” he said, and it was too late to pull the words back in.
“You like it? In what way?”
“I don’t feel comfortable telling you, not yet,” he replied and was mentally kicking himself.
“That is a conversation I would like to explore but right now I can see a dog walker and if I can see him, then he can see me and I’m naked,” she said, giggling.
He turned to see a middle-aged man walking across the hill. He was obviously trying to pretend that he hadn’t seen them but his gaze kept snapping back to Angela as she pulled on her panties; she was struggling because she was laughing so hard. He helped her dress and packed up the picnic; he considered their date a huge success, so long as she forgot about the conversation she wanted to have with him in the future.
*****
It was awkward for the first few minutes; she undressed and slipped on her least frumpy nightdress and he removed all of his clothes except his boxer shorts. They both got into the bed and she turned the light off, leaving them in the loudest silence ever. Just as she was beginning to notice every noisy beat of her heart, he reached out and pulled her against him. She sighed against his chest, enjoying the heat that radiated from its large expanse.
“This is nice,” he whispered into her hair. “This is what I’ve missed most being single.”
She wanted to ask some questions but she didn’t want to spoil the mood and his breathing was deepening. Within moments he was asleep and she couldn’t help but smile. This was what she missed most too, but the sex had been amazing, not that she could say she missed great sex. Her previous partners had barely raised her heartbeat let alone given her Olympian orgasms. No, the great sex was definitely a new feature in her life and she hoped it was there to stay.
****
Angela woke to find the space next to her in the bed empty and although she wasn’t surprised, she found that she was very disappointed. She had felt his presence all night, even if it was just his breath on the back of her neck, and she’d felt safe, protected. Waking up to find he was gone revealed a gap in her chest and she leaned over to his side of the bed, inhaling his scent. The sheets were still warm; he couldn’t have been gone long.
“Good morning! I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast in bed but you don’t have bacon, eggs, or anything exciting. I found some marmalade, though, hope you like it,” he said smiling down at her.
“Wow, you made me breakfast,” she said, sitting up.
Warm, buttery toast with a thick layer of marmalade and a large cup of breakfast tea. She could die happy now; her world was complete. Lucy jumped between them on the bed, meowed, then curled up and went to sleep.
“I fed Lucy too,” John said. “Why does your cat have a girl’s name?”
“I thought he was a girl,” she said, laughing. “He’s a rescue cat and when I couldn’t see the hairy pair, I assumed he was female but my neighbor informed me that I was wrong and so I kind of changed it to Lucifer, officially.”
“Well, that makes sense, I guess,” he replied.
“So, we have an unfinished conversation, remember,” she said, looking up at him.
He blanched and went very still so she knew it wasn’t something he was comfortable sharing. She wished she hadn’t brought it up but it was out now and she couldn’t take it back. He fidgeted with the quilt for a while and her over-imaginative brain went into overdrive, wondering what could be so bad that he was ashamed to tell her.
“You don’t have to tell me but it really can’t be that bad. You’re a wonderful person, John: caring, kind, funny, and considerate. Whatever it is you can tell me or you can wait but it won't make any difference,” she said.
“I’m not sure. It’s just a small part of my life, my history. I just think, why jinx it?”
“Another day, then,” she said.
She moved her plate to the bedside table and pulled her nightdress over her head, hoping that he wasn’t too disturbed by their conversation to respond. The color came back to his cheeks and his smile returned. This time, she took it slowly and they explored each other’s bodies under the morning sunshine. Lucy soon got fed up with the movement on the bed and left them to it.
Angela touched every inch of his body and she could see the effect it had on him. She teased him until he begged for release and she enjoyed her power.
“I really have to have you now,” he said, dragging her hips over to his.
She wrapped her legs around him as he built a rhythm. His muscles rippled as his hand
s wandered and she enjoyed the way he sank deeper into her. She didn’t mean to compare the two men, but they were so different and both amazing lovers.
Finn had been about self-indulgence and his confidence in his ability had been a turn on. John was aiming to please her beyond himself and she appreciated that.
“Was Finn in this bed? Was he on top?” he asked but he was still driving into her.
“Why would you ask me that now?”
“Because I want to know, it’s nice,” he said.
“Yes to both questions,” she answered.
“God damn, I hope you're nearly ready. I am,” he hissed.
Strangely, she was. His desire had increased when he’d mentioned Finn and his passion was infectious. She lifted her hips, and the intensity deepened until she felt the waves of pleasure hit her like a train. He came right alongside her before collapsing onto the bed with a grunt. She had met many men in her life and she had a feeling that he was a little different.
*****
John left Angela that morning knowing that she had a date that evening with Finn. He knew by reputation alone that Finn wasn’t the type of man who spent time and effort on the softer side of romance; in that respect, John would always have the upper hand and Angela really seemed to enjoy that side of him. He wasn’t sure how she felt about his desire to visualize her with Finn.
He’d told Angela that he wanted her to explore her desire for Finn so that she would know how she felt about him in the future. It was cheesy but he wasn’t quite ready to tell her what was really going on in his head. He probably never would be. She had agreed but he could see that she thought it was weird. She was right; it was weird, but it was him and he couldn’t change it.
When he walked into the station, he found Finn just stepping out of the showers. The man was built for women’s pleasure, there was no doubt about that. Finn’s muscles were more defined than his own and he’d seen the way women lusted over him. John had secretly lusted over him but the last thing he wanted was that knowledge getting out in the station.
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