by Jeya Jenson
“Sounds good to me.”
They spread the food out on the coffee table, sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch, just like they used to when they were teens and would watch TV at each other’s houses. She kicked off her shoes and sat down, legs sprawled out. Attracted by the food, the twins joined them. Two little faces with tongues hanging comically out peeped over the edge of the coffee table.
“Spoiled brats,” she laughed. “We haven’t gotten a bite, and already you’re asking for food. Beggar cats.” She reached for one of the white boxes. There was a proliferation of choices. He’d bought enough food for an army. “What did you get?” She opened a box. Chicken fried rice. A favorite dish she loved to eat anytime. She opened another and squealed. “Oh, yes! Sweet and sour shrimp.” Another box. Moo Goo Gai Pan. Chicken with mushroom soup, egg rolls and fried wontons and fortune cookies finished the selections. All her favorites.
“You remembered.”
“You think I could forget? It’s only all you ever ate back then.” Scott dumped some fried rice onto his plate, followed by some egg rolls and Moo Goo.
Kate greedily took most of the shrimp for herself. She forked up a mouthful. It was heaven.
“Wonderful,” she enthused between bites.
“I thought you’d like it,” he said, chewing slowly.
Appetite won out over ladylike picking. She completely cleaned her plate and went for a second helping, pouring on more sauce and adding an egg roll.
“Heaven,” she said through bites. “I have died and gone to heaven.” Each cat also got a piece of shrimp, finding the morsels delicious. The begging game was won, each feline doing their best tricks to persuade the humans to hand over more food. They got more than their share. Stuffed like a sausage, she pushed her plate away. The twins immediately attacked her leftovers, so she let them have the plate, laughing as the cats swatted each other’s heads.
“How do they eat with those little squished faces?” Scott asked.
“As you can see by their girth, very well,” she said.
“How long have you had them?”
She sipped her coke. “About three years. I fell in love with them both the minute I saw them. I begged to be put at the top of the breeder’s list for four months. I think I wore her down with the bugging. I love Persians. They are the only cats to own. You have never had a cat until you have had one.”
“They are cute,” he admitted.
“My flea balls,” she laughed. “They’re my kids.”
“So, it’s love you, love your cats?”
“Oh, yeah. You gotta love the twins if you’re gonna be with me.”
Scott pushed his own plate aside. “So I bought dinner.” He gave an evil grin and waggled his eyebrows evilly. “It’s up to you to provide dessert.”
She gave him a skewed look. “You gotta be kidding I haven’t had time to get out and get any groceries.”
“Maybe I wasn’t talking about food,” he countered.
“So what do you think you want?” she asked blithely, not getting the gist of his words. She should have. By the way he was staring at her, he was mentally peeling away her clothing piece by piece.
“This.” He leaned forward. His hand rose, fingers circling around her neck to pull her forward. He slanted her head for better access. His kiss was gentle, not hard or demanding.
Too surprised to protest, Kate gave herself to the moment, enjoying the way his lips felt on hers, the way his tongue gently teased. His hand caressed her nape, lighting the flames of desire.
“I think this will do for dessert,” he murmured, against her throat, his lips trailing over the soft pulse points. His mouth closed over hers a second time and Kate stopped thinking. She could only feel. Scott was making it clear that he wanted her. A lot.
When their kiss broke, he gazed into her eyes. “Speaking about being with you,” he began. “About what I said last night. I was serious.”
“About us being lovers?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She shook her head, trying to clear her senses. Last night, she’d dreamed about Scott, about making love to that hot body of his. She wanted him that was clear enough. Even now, her nipples were hard, aching to be sucked. Her clit pulsed, her pussy going moist with the juices of her arousal. But now that she was actually faced with him in the flesh, she had to make a hard decision. The leap from just friends to lovers was a long one. She didn’t want to get too serious, too fast. She also didn’t want things to fall through between them and lose his friendship. There was also the question of her attraction to Josh. If she and Scott became lovers, she’d be obliged to cut the other man loose. She wasn’t sure she was ready to do that yet.
Also, she just wasn’t that damned desperate for a steady boyfriend. Sure, she’d like some sex. A lot of sex, actually. But since her divorce, she’d found that she liked being single, liked providing for herself and deciding how to spend her money. After she finished punching a time clock, her time was her own. She didn’t have to answer to anyone and she liked that feeling of independence. She didn’t have to consult a husband to see if it was ok to go out and have a few drinks with her girlfriends or arrange her day around someone else’s wants and needs. It was actually nice not to have a man hanging around her neck.
Okay, so here was her chance to have a little fun. One lover? Two? Ten? What did it matter how many men she slept with? She didn’t subscribe to that old double standard that men who slept with a lot of women were studs, and women who slept with a lot of men were whores. Why not explore her long dormant sexuality? At almost thirty years of age, she was about to come into the peak of her sexuality. Where was it written that men and women had to be monogamous anyway? She was free and single. Such freedom was a heady thing and she was determined to enjoy it.
Disturbed by her silence, Scott reached out and caught her hand, fiddling with his fingers. “I don’t want to pressure you,” he said. “If you’re not ready …”
She sighed. “It’s not that I’m not ready. Believe me, I’ve been thinking of you, too. I’m just afraid things might go wrong between us. I’m open to the sex part. It’s the committing to one person part that I’m not ready for.” It was absolutely sluttish to say she wanted to experiment a little. Have a few more lovers before she decided to settle down.
Scott opened his mouth, then promptly closed it before he stuck his foot in. “So you want a fuck buddy?” he finally asked after a long moment of thought.
She nibbled her lip. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” She cleared her throat. How to say it? Okay. Spit it out. Be up front and straight to the point. If he doesn’t like it, too bad. Move on down the road, buddy. Still, she couldn’t help the warmth that curled around her as she remembered how it had felt to be in his arms last night. Her fingers tingled at the remembered feel of his shoulders, the hard tone of his muscles. Scott was well built, lean. Didn’t have a spare ounce of flesh on him.
“And?” he prompted.
She drew a steadying breath. “I want someone to have sex with, but not with someone wanting to get too serious about it. I want to go slow, explore a little. You know? I don’t want any jealousy fits in my life right now.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” he agreed. “And I can handle that. Let’s just have a little fun and not get too heavy, too fast. If something else happens, that’s great.”
Kate schooled her features. “And if not, well, why stress?” she finished with a laugh.
He reached out, stroking her cheek. “But I’d like for something to happen now.”
Kate hesitated for a single moment. “I would, too,” she admitted. “But, Scott, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. I’m just not prepared.”
He seemed puzzled. “Not prepared?”
She felt an unwelcome heat creeping through her body, straight to her cheeks. Oh, why did she still blush like a virgin at the merest mention of birth control? Was it because “good girls” weren’t supposed to know abou
t that sort of thing? Or because she felt guilty that she was engaging in sex without love?
Nonsense! She told herself. I’m twenty-nine, not twelve. I should be more open about my sexuality, not so damned stuffy. Scott’s been around. He knows about condoms and the like. It only makes sense to be safe. I don’t need an unwanted pregnancy on my hands.
“You know, with any contraceptives. I haven’t needed that stuff, so I haven’t bought any. And I’m not on the pill.”
He laughed and reached into his back pocket. “Are you going to hold this against me?” he laughed, waving a couple of condoms.
“I see you’re still a boy scout at heart.”
“Well, does it hurt to be prepared?”
“What if I had said I didn’t want to sleep with you?”
He kept a straight face. “I wouldn’t have said a peep about the condoms and slunk unhappily home.”
“Well, aren’t you the gentleman?” she teased. Still, her heart skidded, then raced. Her breathing became difficult, like a frog had leapt into the throat. It was going to happen. They were going to have sex.
“I still want my dessert.”
He cupped her face, leaning forward to kiss her lips softly. She tilted her head back, feeling his lips pressing against hers, the heat of his hands on her skin. She opened her mouth a little, allowing him to slip his tongue between her lips. His hands slid to her shoulders, to her breasts, tugging at the ties around her waist in a slow, teasing manner. The brush of the fabric against her sensitive nipples felt wonderful. He unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders. She moaned against his mouth when his fingers found the erect nipples, rubbing the pebbled tips with his thumbs. She wanted to fling herself into his arms and beg him to strip her naked, kiss her bare flesh, then fuck her with every ounce of his male strength. How she longed for him to swirl his tongue over her clit, lapping her nectar as he flicked and sucked those delicate pink petals.
“Kate, I want you.”
She shivered and tightened her arms around him, reveling in the molten sensation of heat running through her veins. “I want you, too.”
Scott stood up, pulling her to her feet after him. Without a word, he led her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them so they would have privacy. No need for two sets of copper eyes to watch this human mating ritual. Without bothering to pull back the covers, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed. The condoms followed, landing by her head, hers to control.
“Lay back,” he urged, voice intensely edged. Pressing her down, he settled his body between her spread legs. He kept his weight atop her minimal, their bodies meeting only at the hip.
Feeling his erection between her legs, Kate gasped, panicking. Her immediate response was to push him off and stop this, as it just wasn’t right to fuck your friends. But the needs of her body, the pull of pure unemotional, unattached primeval sex, was stronger than any protestation she could make. Here she was in the arms of a handsome man, a man who sought her out because of his own burning desires.
“Maybe we shouldn’t, Scott,” she started to say. Bravado fading, she was beginning to lose her nerve. He was staring at her, his gaze burning her flesh.
“You can’t rape the willing, my dear.”
“But, what if we hate each other tomorrow?” she sputtered. “I can’t…”
His mouth captured hers again, silencing her. A sensation of warmth draped itself across her, a reassuring flash of intuition telling her that he would bring no harm, only extreme pleasure. Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling. She could feel the ache in her nipples; hard, swollen, aching to be sucked. His own rising erection pressed through his jeans, hard and heavy against the soft nest of her belly. The little imp of lust sitting on her shoulder took aim with his arrow and fired. Direct hit scored.
“Can’t what?” he asked playfully when their kiss had broken.
She drew back, feeling the heat of the kiss against her lips. “Can’t wait,” she breathed.
“No need to rush,” he whispered. “We have the night.”
His hand crept up to her left breast. She shivered under his touch when he gently rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging and teasing. He nibbled at the softness of her neck, nipping at her earlobe. His breath scorched her skin. His head dipped. With slow, deliberate circles, he began to trace the pink aureole of her nipple. His tongue flicked over the wet tip, beginning a delicious tease. He slowly swirled down over the plump mound; down between the valley between her breasts, then back up again to her right nipple. Suckling, licking, teasing, he gave each tiny bud ample attention.
Kate moaned and lifted her hips, pushing against him. The ache between her legs was growing increasingly unbearable. Her mouth felt dry. Her stomach was doing flips, trying to keep up with her body’s intense need for release. Inhibitions melting like hot wax, she arched her back and let out a loud sigh.
“That feels wonderful,” she gasped, tightening her legs around him. He started moving his hips slowly back and forth, giving her a nice slow zip less fuck. His erection was growing, harder and hotter through those tight jeans of his. She didn’t know how he could stand the incredible pressure.
Scott smiled. The gleam of anticipation in his eyes was unmistakable. “Patience,” he whispered, beginning to kiss and nibble down her chest, over her ribcage.
She sucked in her breath in anticipation as his lithe body moved lower. Oh, Lord! Was he going down on her? His hands settled at her waist, and she felt her jeans slacken as he unzipped them. He began to ease them down her thighs. In another moment, he had taken them completely off. Her panties quickly followed. He planted soft butterfly kisses down her flat belly; lower still to the soft curls of her Venus mound. Very lightly, he kissed the insides of her thighs, causing her to shiver. Her breath caught in her throat when he ran his finger between her spread legs. His touch seemed to vibrate against the lips of her pussy.
Eyes scanning her naked flesh, his full mouth curved into a smirk.
“You have a beautiful body,” he murmured. “Pert little breasts, tiny waist, nice long legs and firm curving ass cheeks. Yours is a body made to entice, tease and please.” He began to stroke her, slipping one finger between her cunt lips and tracing with a feather-light touch the velvety length. Ever so gently, his finger slid up and down, spreading her apart and exposing the soft nubbin of her womanhood. He pursed his lips and blew, bringing an unexpected chilly sensation. Then, he slid his hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted her until her slit was pressing hard against his mouth. He ran his tongue lightly up her length, taking delight in the way it made her squirm.
Kate’s eyes shot open. “Oh, my!” she gasped. The tip of his tongue began flicking against her pulsing flesh. She whimpered and squirmed, moving her hips against his face. She could feel her clit going deeper into his mouth. He sucked even harder, making it swell deliciously. She raised her hips off the bed, trying to meet his mouth. She’d reached her limits of self-control. He pulled back.
“Dessert. Relax and enjoy.” His index finger tickled her soft flesh, making her jump. His finger moved down, making slow circles around her dripping pussy.
She reluctantly dropped her hips back to the mattress. Her breathing was still a little ragged, heart hammering in her chest. “I don’t know how much of this torture I can take,” she sighed, and then grinned. “But I’ll certainly try.”
Holy hell, but this was wonderful! What had she been thinking in holding off from sex? There were so many wonderful sensations to be explored, savored. Her young body was firm, ripe, full, bursting with pent up tension. She moaned and tried to push down against him as he tongue fucked her. It was so erotic to give herself to him. There were no issues or games between them, no obligations save for the needs of the flesh. It was the ultimate freedom. After a while, he would go home—and she would owe him nothing.
“I’ve only just started, Katie.” His hands squeezed her ass cheek, kneading the flesh. Then, his tongue f
licked out in long slow strokes, teasing her puffy lips. His tempo quickened, his tongue hot and hard when he unexpectedly drove it deeply into her. His talented fingers began to delve, searching between her crack. Spreading her cheeks apart, he stroked her tightly clenched anus. A little cry of pleasure escaped her lips when he slid his finger into her ass. He began to move his finger in and out in a slow rhythmic manner. The sensation was strange at first, but not unpleasant.
Kate swallowed hard, the sounds of her frenzied moans and whimpers filling her senses. Thinking of his head buried between her legs only made her hotter. She could hear her juices being lapped away as he fucked her with his mouth. He released one of her thighs and brought his free hand up between her legs. He pressed his thumb against her clit, then with two fingers together, slid them up inside her. He wriggled his fingers, exploring her cunt. Her pussy muscles contracted around his fingers. She tossed her head and let out a loud growl. Her body tensed, then bucked violently. He pumped her harder, the tip of his tongue teasing her clit with quick flicking motions.
She squeezed her eyes shut as her body began to shake uncontrollably. Pleasurable waves washed over her, threatening to sink her in the mire of orgasm. Unable to hold herself back for another second, she cried out, “Oh, God, yes!” Like a wanton whore, she cupped her own breasts, imagining his lips pulling at her nipples. Her moans became louder. Needier.
“Come for me,” he whispered. His skin glistened with her juices. “Come for me now.” His tongue drove back into her slit. Seeking and delving, he was finger-fucking her hard, relentlessly and with no mercy.
As if on his command, she started to shake. Squeezing and massaging her nipples, she felt her orgasm sweep through her like a forest afire. She let out a small scream, coming hard against his mouth. The rush was so intense, so utterly overwhelming that she vanished completely into the wonderful abyss of an absolutely earth shattering climax.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and stretched lazily.
