by J. S. Cooper
“So what beers do you girls woo your men with then?” Henry asked me as we made our way into the kitchen.
“Nothing fancy, to be honest.” I tried to joke as I opened the fridge, my disappointment filling my soul quickly as I stood there, next to him, wanting to be with him in ways that I knew he didn’t want to be in with me.
“Don’t tell me Budweiser.” His eyes widened in dismay and shuddered as he looked in the fridge. “Anything but Budweiser.”
“You’re horrible.” I laughed and pulled out a Bud and pretended to hand it to him. “Here you go.”
“You don’t seriously think you’re impressing men with Bud, do you?” He laughed. “Is that why you were free to hang out with me tonight?”
“I’m only hanging out with you because you begged me.” I hit him in the shoulder and then grabbed the beer back out of his hand. “No beer for you.”
“No beer for me?” He pouted. “Are you the beer Nazi now?”
“No, of course not.” I giggled. “We have other stuff. Have your pick.” I opened the door wider and ushered him over to choose his own. He let out a whistle as he gazed at the extensive array of beers and lagers in the fridge.
“Color me impressed.” He looked at me in surprise and I just gave him a satisfied look. He didn’t have to know that the only beer I’d bought was the Bud and the rest had been purchased by Scott, Eliza’s boyfriend, for when he came over and wanted a drink.
“Pale ale, ambers, IPAs, who knew you girls were into such diverse beers?” He laughed. “You must have a wide array of men coming over.” He gave me a side look and I just smiled.
“I do like a good stout myself.” The lie fell out of my mouth smoothly. I didn’t even know what a stout was and I hated the taste of beer, but couldn’t stop myself from trying to show off after he’d dissed my Bud selection. I didn’t know what his problem was. He was just a beer snob. Plenty of people enjoyed Budweiser. It was America’s beer. At least I thought that was their advertising campaign slogan.
“Stout, huh? What’s your favorite?”
“Hmmm,” I answered, turning away, hoping he wouldn’t continue with the line of questioning. I already regretted the lie. And I knew he knew it was a lie. Why else would he ask me, what was my favorite?
“Lacey.” He tapped me on the shoulder and he was grinning at me.
“Yes, Henry?” I asked innocently.
“What’s your favorite stout?”
“Oh, I don’t know that I have one favorite.”
“So then feel free to list more than one then.” He smiled encouragingly, his eyes telling me that he knew I couldn’t name any.
“Oh, okay, thanks. Though technically when you ask for a favorite, it should really be just one, don’t you think?”
“I don’t mind if you name one or three.” He shook his head. “I’m just curious to hear what your favorites are.”
“Uhm, I really like Heinek—” I paused as I saw him smiling widely. Okay maybe that wasn’t a stout. I wracked my brain for a few seconds trying to think about what a stout was. And then suddenly it came to me. “I mean, let’s be real. My favorite stout is Guinness.”
Henry looked at me and started laughing. “Guinness, eh?”
“Yes.” I gave him a proud smile, knowing that he couldn’t doubt me now.
“Well done on remembering one stout.” He winked at me and I watched as his eyes crinkled at the sides.
“What?” My jaw dropped and my eyes narrowed as he continued laughing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh.” He gave me a smirk and then licked his lips. “Oh, Lacey, the things I should do to you for lying to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“I’m going to start to think that you enjoy being spanked by me.”
“Henry!” My face was red.
“Lacey.” He said my name slowly, and I watched as he ran his hands through his hair. “Lacey, Lacey, Lacey.”
“Henry, Henry, Henry.” I repeated his name back to him and my stomach stirred as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer to him.
“I like it when you say my name like that, Lacey. It really turns me on.”
“What doesn’t turn you on?” I said, my breath coming faster as I felt his warm body pressed against mine.
“Many things, but I don’t think that you really want the list.”
“Haha, you can’t think of anything. You’re turned on by everything.”
“Everything or everyone?” He kissed the top of my head and I could feel myself melting. I had to be stronger, had to resist his innocent flirting. It meant nothing to him, this cutesy banter that made my heart race.
“Are you turned on by everyone?” I asked, not doubting that, though that made my stomach churn in a different way.
“Does that make you jealous?” He laughed as if he knew exactly what was going through my head.
“Why would I be jealous?” I shrugged, as if that were out of the realm of any possibility.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Why would you be?”
“I’m not.” I tried to back away from him, but he wouldn’t let me out of his grip.
“Liar,” he whispered before giving me another quick but tender kiss on the forehead and then letting me go. “Are you ready to go and eat?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Did you want to drink your beer?”
“I can finish it right now.” He grabbed the bottle and chugged it down with ease before setting it on the table. “Ready.”
“Impressive.” I laughed, suddenly giddy and excited by what lay ahead for the night. Where were we going to go? What were we going to do? And was I going to regret it? Stop it, Lacey. Just go with the flow. Enjoy this moment. Enjoy this time with him. Just have fun. You only live once. Once. That’s it. You might as well have fun. I gave him a huge grin, feeling myself loosening up. I was going to do this. I was going to have fun. No matter the cost. I was just going to go with the flow.
***
“You’re such a bad boy, Henry,” I said as I sipped my wine and laughed into his eyes. I was already feeling a bit tipsy and I batted my eyelashes at him flirtatiously. “You really want to bring out the bad girl in me, don’t you?” I placed my wine glass down on the table and my hand slid to his thigh and ran up his leg.
“I’m a bad boy?” He laughed, and I felt his hand grabbing mine and holding it against his leg. “You’re the one who’s teasing me here, Lacey.”
“I’m not teasing you.” I giggled, my hand pushing its way farther up his leg. “Would I do that?”
“I very much think that you would do that.” His eyes pierced mine as my hand kept sliding up and stopped right before his slight bulge. My fingers slid up slightly and I gasped as I felt him harden beneath me. My eyes widened as my excitement grew that he was already turned on by my actions. “Lacey,” he growled under his breath as my fingers remained close to his hardness. “What are you going to do now?”
“What do you want me to do?” I purred, wondering just how far I would take it. Not knowing if I knew my own boundaries about when to stop. Not knowing if I really cared about stopping. I knew what I was doing, but the alcohol and excitement of the moment had me not caring so much. I was here to have fun and as long as it felt this exhilarating, who was I to say no and stop it?
“You know what I want you to do.” His voice was deep.
“No, why don’t you tell me what you want me to do.” I enjoyed flirting with him and teasing him.
“If I tell you, will you do it?”
“Maybe.” I winked.
“Then, Lacey, here’s what I want you to do.” His voice grew lower and he leaned into me, his lips next to my ear.
“I’m listening,” I said softly as I felt his warm breath on my skin.
“I want you to drop to your knees under the table. I want you to unzip my pants. I want you to take me into your mouth and blow me so hard that I explode. And then I want you to swallow
all of my cum and tell me how good you think I taste.” He chuckled softly and then looked into my eyes. “What do you think about that?”
“What do I think?” I could barely talk as I looked at him. My heart was racing at his words and I couldn’t believe what he’d asked me to do. What he wanted me to do. In the middle of this restaurant, with other people here. Who did he think I was, that I would do that?
“Can I expect to be in bliss in a few minutes?” He winked at me now as I blushed.
“Is that how long you normally last? A few minutes?” I grinned and watched as he winked at me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His hand fell to my thigh.
“Yes, I would.” My body stilled as his hand slid up under my skirt.
“Is this going to be the best first date of my life?” He laughed and I watched as his eyes fell to my breasts. For a few seconds I felt happy and then it struck me that I really had nothing to feel happy about. Why was I feeling like I was flying? Because he wanted to have sex with me? Was that really that special? Not really. I tried not to sigh out loud as I felt my high escaping me. I grabbed my wine glass and gulped some more wine down. I needed to occupy my mind. And stop focusing on the negatives of the situation. I knew that this was part of my problem in life. I knew that my focus on the negative was what led me to not really being able to enjoy everything that life had to offer. And a part of me was fed up of not fully enjoying and appreciating different life experiences. I moved back and jumped up lightly as Henry’s fingers slid between my legs and rubbed gently. I looked over at Henry, who was gazing at me with a flirtatious smile.
“I don’t know,” I said as I removed his hand and jumped up quickly. “Save that thought, though. I’m going to the bathroom.” I gave him a small wink and walked away quickly, my legs feeling like jelly as I hurried toward the rear of the restaurant, wondering if he was watching me and wondering exactly what I was thinking. Was he hoping that I was going to come back and crawl under the table and take him into my mouth? That would be kinda crazy and exciting and totally not like anything I’d ever done before. It would be the sort of thing that would be perfect material for Play the Player, but I wasn’t sure if I was just telling myself that. Maybe I was coming up with excuses to make this work. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My face was glowing, my eyes were sparkly, and I looked happy and slightly high. I splashed my face with some water and stared at myself. I knew I had to make a decision now. I was either going to do this or I wasn’t. I had to make the decision now. There was no more time. I either went back out there and we went back to his place or I went home. Right away. I had to decide now.
“Can you do this, Lacey?” I whispered to myself as I stood there and waited, almost as if I were waiting for a voice to answer me back.
***
I walked back to the table as if I were a woman on the catwalk: confident, head high and freaking out on the inside. “Let’s get out of here,” I said quickly as I reached the table. I saw Henry’s eyes widen in shock. He hadn’t been prepared for me to be so forward. Good. I needed to keep him off balance slightly if I was to have any chance at this being an equal situation.
“Go?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Like now?”
“Yup, like now.” I grinned and stared at him from the side of the table, hands on my hips. “Unless, you’re not up for it?”
“Unless I’m not up for it, huh?” He grinned and stood up. “Oh, I’m always up for it, Lacey. Always, always up for it.”
“Then let’s go.” I licked my lips slowly. Hurry up, Henry, before I completely lose my cool.
“Let’s go.” He pulled out his wallet, took some bills out, and dropped them on the table. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”
“Good.” My stomach purred as he slid his arm around my waist. “Where shall we go?”
“That’s up to you, my dear. Where would you like to go?”
“Uhm, your place?” I said, this time not as confidently as before. I wanted him to make the decisions now. I’d done my part. I was already out of my comfort zone. I’m not sure what else I was capable of doing without downing three more drinks and working up some liquid courage.
“Sure, we can go to my place if that is what you really want?” His eyes glittered as he grabbed my hand and led me out of the restaurant. “Are you sure this is what you want, Lacey?”
“I’m as sure as I’ll ever be,” I said lightly. I totally wasn’t sure—well, that was a bit of a lie. My body was sure. My body was real sure. My body was ready, and I just wanted him to take me and have his wicked way with me. Oh, how badly I wanted that to happen.
‘Then let’s go. I have a bed waiting for you, my dear. A bed, and a long night.”
***
“Shall I play some music?” Henry asked as we entered his bedroom. My eyes flew to his with a puzzled expression and I saw him grinning at me.
“Music?” I muttered, feeling nervous.
“Maybe that song, ‘What Does the Fox Say?’ He winked at me.
“What does the fox say?” I repeated.
“If we play the song, we can find out.” He pulled off his shirt and I stared at him, mesmerized at how quickly he was taking his clothes off.
“I’m confused.”
“Don’t be.” He walked toward me confidently. “There’s nothing to be confused about.” He grabbed me and pulled me toward him, lowering his face down to kiss me. My stomach jumped into my heart as his lips touched mine softly and I felt my heart soaring as my blood warmed in excitement. My hands reached over to his chest and I could feel his heart beating rapidly. I was about to tease him, when I felt him pushing me back onto the bed and then lowering his body down onto mine.
“Are you ready for the night of your life?” he whispered into my ear, his tongue entering my ear slowly and licking softly. I squirmed beneath him, and groaned as I felt his hardness against my stomach.
“Yes,” I whispered softly as I reached up to feel his hardness between my hands. “Yes, Henry. I’m very, very ready.”
“Those are the words that I love to hear.” He grinned down at me, his eyes dancing as he surveyed my face. His smile was gentle and my heart skipped a beat for a few seconds. The way he looked at me felt adoring and I knew that he was someone that could very easily take my heart. The way he looked at me made me feel like this was something special. Something more real than what it was. And I could feel myself getting caught up in his magic. I was caught up in the moment. I could feel myself feeling things that I didn’t want to be feeling. Things that would make me think that this was more than it was. And I couldn’t afford that. I had to remind myself that this was just physical. I had to remind myself that this was nothing special. Not to him. It would never be anything special. And if I was going to partake in this madness, in this sensual seduction, I had to be completely aware of that. No matter how many sweet nothings he said into my ear. “So Lacey, what should we do next?” His lips came closer to mine. “Or should I tell you what I want us to do next?” he said and as his fingers moved closer to my warm skin, all I could do was nod and let go.
“What are you doing?” My voice came out as a squeak as I felt his hands reaching up under my skirt to pull my panties down.
“What do you think I’m doing beautiful?” He laughed and I froze as I felt his fingers rubbing up against me gently. He groaned loudly as he touched me. “You’re already wet for me.” His fingers rubbed me a little quicker. “I love that.”
“Henry.” I moaned as I closed my eyes, my body feeling things I hadn’t felt in years. The excitement coursing through me made me feel like I was on a roller coaster.
“Lacey, Lacey, when you say my name like that, I don’t think I can handle it. You’ve got such a sexy voice. You turn me on so much.”
“Henry.” I watched as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them off quickly, along with his boxer shorts.
“Yes, Lacey.”
“Nothing.” I squeaked, not knowing wha
t else to say as I stared at his manhood, erect and stiff, standing out in front of him, proud and ready to go. I could feel my body trembling just looking at him. I started to smile at the thought of being intimate with him; happy and eager to be with him. I started laughing as he started singing some random song and dancing back and forth with a huge smile on his face. “Henry, what are you doing?” I asked him curiously as he danced around happily.
“Dancing for you, my dear.”
“Why are you dancing?”
“Because I want to show off my moves and impress you.”
“You’re certainly doing that.” I laughed at him as he started waving his hands and getting into his dance, his voice fluctuating as he continued singing. I felt my heart bouncing around between happy giddiness and excitement. He was such an enigma and I didn’t know how to react to his sexy boyishness. I realized that I didn’t really know how to take Henry. He was so playful and serious at the same time. He was completely unlike any guy I’d ever met before. And that made things even harder than they already were.
“Don’t you want to dance with me?” He winked at me and held his hands out to me.
“No, I don’t think I want to dance right now.” I shook my head, suddenly feeling shy and feeling like my alcoholic high was fading quickly. What was I doing here?
“I see. You’d rather be doing other things then, huh?” Henry started laughing and jumped back onto the bed to join me. “Hey.” He moved his face close to mine.
“Hey, you.” I smiled at him shyly, his naked body feeling warm next to mine.
“I think you have too many clothes on,” he said as he reached over and tugged on my shirt. “I want you naked.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes, really.” He grinned and I lay there with a sly smile on my face as he quickly took my clothes off and threw them onto the floor. “I want to make you come for me.” He laughed as my face flashed red. “All night long.”
