by Nella Tyler
She wore a little bit of makeup, which enhanced her already comely features and adorned simple, diamond stud earrings. Yet, other than that, she let her body speak for itself and the only impression it gave off was one of natural beauty and unwavering confidence.
“Are you ready to go?” Jenna asked as she stepped out of the house and closed the door behind her.
“Umm…yeah…yes, ma’am,” I answered, wondering why the hell I was so damn tongue-tied.
As Jenna led the way, I wondered if she even wanted to go on this date, but ultimately decided that I would make it my mission to win her over. When we approached the car, I hurried around her and tried to open the door for her, but she grabbed the handle before I could reach it and hopped into the car. I froze, unsure of what to do.
“You look wonderful…” I managed to tell her as I got in the driver’s side.
“Yeah, it sure is a far cry from scrubs, non-stick shoes, and a messy bun.” She laughed, but it was out of genuine humor, not nervousness.
I got the impression that she wasn’t used to dressing like this, even though the confidence that I had admired in the hospital never wavered. I grinned at her and started the car.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Is that Italian place still up in the middle of town?”
“Sure,” she replied. “But if you don’t mind, I would love to go for a cheeseburger.” She stopped, as though realizing that her tactics were uncouth. “I’m sorry. I’m a cheap date and Italian isn’t really my thing.”
“Sure! Burgers it is,” I replied, feeling completely caught off guard and wondering how funny we were going to look at a fast food restaurant dressed like we were going on a real date. I couldn’t help myself. “Do you want to go through the drive through, or is it okay if we sit down?”
“We can sit down if you get me a large fry,” she answered, almost immediately.
“Done,” I replied and drove to the best burger place around.
As expected, when we walked in, the staff gave us strange looks and one even asked me if everything was all right. When I heard her start to giggle behind me, I wondered if she was doing this on purpose.
However, I went with it, knowing that the end game was closing the deal and I had done stranger things to win a client’s trust. We ordered and sat down. I felt awkward, which was strange for me. Yet, it didn’t seem like Jenna felt the same way, and that bothered me even more.
“How’s your father? Is he settled in nicely?”
“Well, he went fishing yesterday,” I replied before I could filter what I was going to tell her.
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “You know, I believe that.”
“Yes. He’s a character.”
“He’s fun,” she insisted, and I had the feeling she meant that genuinely.
By the time our food was ready, which didn’t take all that long considering it was a fast food restaurant, I had finally managed to get a hold of myself. I felt my confidence soar as my walls went up. It took a minute, but I was finally able to dial into the mask I wanted to wear with this woman. Now, I could talk to her, swoon her and close the deal, I was sure of it – at least, until I opened my mouth.
“So, you know what I do. What exactly do you do?” she asked, grabbing a few fries.
“I work on computers. I help develop programs that keep the assets safe, while maximizing their potential.”
“Cut the bullshit,” she hissed, and I was taken aback.
“Excuse me?”
Jenna didn’t back down. “Don’t give me the company line. You aren’t trying to sell me a program. I want to know what you do and why you do it.”
I shook my head and again, spoke before I could manage to prepare the correct filter for what I was saying. “I don’t understand.”
“I asked what do you do, exactly? For instance, I’m a doctor. Sure, but why am I a doctor? I have always wanted to help people. I care about people, so becoming a doctor was natural for me. You, on the other hand, went against the grain of this town and somehow got interested in computers.”
She raised her hands, as though in surrender. “That’s the extent of what I am going to understand, so don’t even try. I know my limits. I guess the right question to ask, is why do you do what you do?”
Again, I was taken aback, but for a completely different reason. “Doctor, I feel like you are considering offering me a job, not going on a date.”
“Well, if you’re going to get in my pants tonight, I want to make sure you have some kind of passion. I refuse to believe you’re as emotionless and vast as those computers you work on all day, being unable to do anything but on a shallow, artificial level.”
She grinned, and I remained stunned. “If we are going to…shall we say, close this deal? I want to know that you have a passion for what you do that extends beyond the wealth you have accrued.”
“So, Doctor, wealth means nothing to you?” I spat, now growing slightly angry and wanting to find a way to throw it back at her.
“I never said that. I only want to know that there is more.”
I thought about it for a moment before I answered her. “I have always loved technology. Like you said, though, my interests go against the grain of this town, so they were only interested in me when I started to try to give back. If I had truly left and never looked back, they would’ve forgotten my name entirely.”
“That’s true. I know my sister sings your praises and she wouldn’t know you if she tripped over you.”
I grinned, realizing that I was actually enjoying this conversation, but still didn’t want to go too deep. After all, we had only met a few days ago.
After finishing our meal, Jenna insisted that we go for drinks, so we wound up at a bar down the street. It was a Thursday night, so there weren’t too many people there. We were able to get a corner booth all to ourselves and talk for a while.
I was amazed by Jenna, even though I didn’t want to be. She had seen through me and as the alcohol started to cause my brain to buzz, I wondered if she was stringing me along. I was certain now that even though I would never admit it, if it ended up that she wasn’t going to close this deal, I would be far more devastated than I ever thought possible.
That scared the shit out of me.
So, by the time we returned to her house, I offered to walk her to her door, and she agreed with a wink. I wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but I decided I should play along and hope for the best.
When I came around to her side of the car, she grabbed a hold of my hand and practically dragged me up the walkway. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my manhood thumping against my pants, hoping to God I would get to see exactly what was promised under that dress.
Still, as we reached her front door, I wasn’t sure what to expect – especially since she turned around, releasing my hand with haste and reaching inside her purse quickly. I wondered if she was trying to get away from me.
My head was spinning.
I hated this feeling.
I thought about grabbing her and kissing her before she had a chance to do anything else, if only to ease the tension that I felt zapping between us. If she pushed away and slapped me, that would be that, but if she reciprocated…either way, at least I would know for sure.
Yet, before I had a chance to decide, I heard the front door open, before a delicate hand grasped me and yanked me inside. For a woman, her grip was strong and as confident as her appearance.
Hastily, she closed the door and backed me up against it. Her arms easily snaked around my neck, pulling herself closer to me as her body pressed me against the door. As her fingers wove through my hair, I felt her lips press against mine.
Instinctively, my hands wound around her middle, pulling her closer as her tongue slid almost aggressively into my mouth. The taste reminded me of sweet poison – both forced upon me, but happily received.
I tilted my head and closed my eyes, enjoying the kiss while her hands
slid down my shoulders, grabbing the lapels of my suit and pulling me forward.
My hands spread out, nearly overlapping around the small frame of her back, where I noticed that the slit in the back of her dress eased into the dip of her lower back. The feel of her bare skin against my hand caused a hard, persistent pulsing in my groin.
I groaned behind her lips and tried to ease her closer with the force of an excited spasm. Having her in my arms, touching her skin, made me yearn to see her completely. I wanted to hold her nakedness in my hands, feel my body pressed against her, and caress her. I wanted to be inside her, allowing the warmth that I felt against the front of my body from hers to consume me in sweet, unbridled bliss.
Just the thought caused me to nearly lose control, but even in the heat of the moment, I knew there was something different about her.
I always maintained my composure. It was me who was acting, putting on the mask to conceal who I truly was. Women were usually putty I caressed in my hand until they screamed and begged for more.
Yet, right now, all I could think was: Holy fuck! I hope she isn’t acting!
Once she deemed that she was close enough to me, her fingers wedged beneath my suit jacket and thrust it off my shoulders. Taking a breath, I pulled away. I was turned on by her vigor and intrigued by the fact that she was taking control, but this new experience also made me nervous.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I breathed, my heart now pumping loudly as my heated body reverberated with sensual intent. “Don’t you want to have a drink first? Settle in?”
“No. I know what I want,” she whispered, her lips sensually brushing against mine as she spoke, teasing me mercilessly. “And if you don’t want the same thing, you can get the hell out.”
Chapter 16
Jenna
Holy shit! I can’t believe I said that…and he didn’t leave! I thought as I tried to focus on the pure pleasure I was enjoying, letting my raw, ardor emotions propel my actions.
I hadn’t intended to like this man this much, but once he was so responsive to me calling him out, I found a new respect for him. I truly believed, to some degree at least, he was being honest with me. Sure, he didn’t divulge his whole life story, but what the hell? It was only the first date.
I yanked Tim away from the door long enough for his suit jacket to hit the ground. Once he was relieved entirely of it, I felt my hands start to caress his chest, gliding up and down the front of him, wondering how a man who worked on computers all day could be so toned.
Though, that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that he was that toned and I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted to see all of him, and if I continued taking charge, I had a good feeling he would let me do whatever I wanted.
With a coy smirk, I tugged away from him, running my fingers down his sleeve and pulling him toward the bedroom. At first, he was compliant, but halfway down the hall, he let out a growl, yanked me back into him, curled his muscular arms around me, and pressed my back into the wall.
Before my head stopped spinning from the twirl, I felt his lips on mine as the taste of him consumed my senses. I drew in a deep breath as I tilted my head to allow the kiss and basked in his wonderful scent. I smiled behind his lips as his tongue wandered deep into my mouth, causing my body to quake with anticipation.
Moaning, I felt his hands slide up to my shoulders, his fingers sliding the straps of my dress to the side to allow the thin fabric to sag, becoming a hint more revealing. I felt him reposition himself, taking his lips off my mouth and pressing them ravenously against my chest, easing toward my cleavage. My breasts tingled at the thought of his lips, ravishing them and my nipples hardened, aching with need.
As he pecked across my collarbone and down to where I was already exposed, I felt his hand tug at the zipper of my dress, pressing the fabric against my bosom for a moment, before it released and the attire fell, like a shroud, around my ankles and culminating at my feet.
When Tim eased himself back to look at me, I stepped out of the dress that now encircled me uselessly and thrust him back against the opposite wall. I yanked his tie out of the collar of his shirt and opened the button down without concern for the fabric.
When the top half of his body was exposed to me, I gazed at it, now running my fingers through the sprinkling of hair that spread across his chest, down his washboard stomach, to the V that was cut perfectly in his hips.
As I expected, his body rippled with each movement he made and tensed with surprise when I grabbed the waistband of his pants.
Once my fingers curled around the expensive but irrelevant slacks, I pressed my hand back into him, feeling another inviting accentuation of short, curly hair, as well as a welcoming, intensifying warmth.
I gazed up at Tim as a cocky grin turned the corners of his mouth upwards. His eyes were enchanting, while another whiff of his aroma enchanted me, distracting me long enough for him to take charge again. I felt his hands on either of my arms, closing around them. He pulled me close to him and yanked me up so that my legs wound around his waist.
Instinctively, I ground up and down in a teasing manner while the pressure that was building up inside my womanliness released into a moist burst.
I grinned at the feeling as Tim reached up and in one swift motion, he took the clip out of my hair, allowing it to flow freely down my neck.
“You cut your hair,” he breathed as he backed me into the bedroom, running his fingers through it.
“Shut up!” I told him, pressing my lips against his again.
When we made it to the bed, he set me down and quickly took off his pants and slid out of his shirt. As soon as he was fully naked, I eased up onto my knees and pulled him onto the bed, kissing him passionately.
With each new wanton whiff of his enchanting scent, I was propelled deeper into a state of engaging excitement. My heartbeat hastened, my breath grew louder and more persistent with the extent of my need, and my body ached for him, spiraling toward the need for an epic release.
Without thinking, I yanked him down, turning him on his back and startling him as the urge to have him inside me grew to an uncontrollable level. I eased up against him, watching his chest heave up and down, while his arms curled around me. With his warmth pressed against mine, another visible shudder overcame me. I grasped his shoulders as I teased him, gliding myself against him.
He growled and his hands came around to my front, clutching my perked breasts in his hand. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes as my body reacted to his intimate caress. He squeezed with delicate insistence before running the pad of his thumb over my nipple, causing me to thrust against him hard.
“Yes…” he breathed, sliding himself against me. “Oh, God! You’re so fucking wet!” He moaned as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
I felt him pulse against me. I eased myself back before sliding myself onto him and trying not to lose control at the feeling of fullness and intensity that overcame me.
“Oh…” I gasped, pulling myself back and entering him fully into me again.
He chuckled amorously, and I felt his hands firmly grasp my hips. Together, we moved back and forth. We started out slow, but mutually decided to increase our speed.
“Oh…oh God…” I exclaimed finally, feeling myself cresting the climax towards the moment of mind-blowing desire.
“Yes…yes…yes…” Tim gasped in response, “Jenna, don’t…don’t you dare fucking stop!”
His harsh words only motivated me, giving me the push I needed to delve into the depths of ecstasy awaiting us. After a few more thrusts, we were both able to plunge into the glimpse of nirvana – together.
“Oh, my God,” Tim exclaimed, closing his eyes and groaning when we were finished.
Once my heart stopped threatening to burst clean out of my chest, I eased myself away from him and fluttered into his waiting arms.
Soon after the bliss subsided, exhaustion overtook me. I closed my eyes, feeling his warmth all aro
und me. For a moment, I was completely happy and content. I found myself wishing that every day could start and end like this: wrapped in Tim’s arms.
However, that thought was the one that completely shattered the solace of that moment.
He’s going to leave for California again. This could never be anything, Jenna! I told myself, unable to argue and finally accepting the most devastating thought of all: this was a mistake.
Disturbed by this thought, I sat up and looked back at him. He stared up at me, grinning broadly with lust still in his eyes. For as much as I wanted him to stay, I knew exactly what I had to do.
“I think it’s time for you to go,” I told him pointedly, trying to grin pleasantly, to make this as easy as possible. He burst out laughing but made no attempt to move.
“Hey, Tim…I’m serious. I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. It’s time for you to go.”
“Oh,” he responded, suddenly looking genuinely crestfallen.
I wondered if it was an act, but at this point, it didn’t matter. I had made my decision.
“Okay…are you sure?” he inquired. “Didn’t you have fun?”
“It was wonderful,” I replied honestly. “But it’s done now. So, go home…”
I hadn’t meant for it to come out as harsh as it sounded, but all that was on my mind was the knowledge that no matter what happened, he would still go back to his real home. Eventually, he would go back to California, leaving me to pick up the pieces. I didn’t have time for any of that.
We had fun and we were two adults. We could have fun without it meaning anything. Right? I walked him out as quickly as I could, sighing with longing when I shut the door behind him.
Still, I grinned as my emotions continued to soar. If nothing else, I decided, lying back down on my bed and hoping that sleep would come quickly, at least the sex was great!
Chapter 17
Tim
The next morning, I woke up with a pounding head and a dry mouth. It didn’t take me long to realize I was slightly hungover.
