by Davee Jones
Eli sought out one of the more subdued out of his gang of friends. Cassie tried not to watch the expressions on his face or the friend. When the friend looked her way and smiled a knowing smile, as if to say, “Well done friend, make sure to make her pancakes,” she almost felt embarrassed. Eli quickly smacked the friend on the back in a gesture of thanks and returned to his seat by Cassie.
It wasn’t that Cassie wanted to shut the bar down, even though the once entertaining crowd had now turned obnoxious and was beginning to grate on her nerves. She just wanted to focus fully on Eli and their conversation without having to worry about distractions. When Eli returned, they both spoke at the same time. “Hey, would you…” With that, they laughed. Eli encouraged Cassie to finish.
Cassie thanked him and continued her thought. “I just thought maybe we could find a quieter place. You know, something away from here.”
Eli nodded in agreement. “That sounds perfect.”
They squeezed through the crowd, their bodies pressed tightly together. Eli suggested a quiet all-night coffee shop on the outskirts of the small college campus. He assured Cassie it was rarely crowded and contained many tables, overstuffed chairs and even couches where they could converse more comfortably. As they made their way to her car, she used the key fob to unlock the doors. Wordlessly, Eli went straight to the driver’s door to open it for Cassie as if he had done it a hundred times before. He snugly secured the door shut before he let himself in on the passenger side. Cassie sat in awe of chivalry she had never personally experienced.
“You could sure teach Joshua a few things about masculine manners.” Cassie did not remember the last time an adult male was so courteous with her.
“Oh, rest assured, we will, it is part of the curriculum at Channels.” Eli winked in acknowledgment.
They drove, communicating in easy banter about the college and the program. When Cassie asked who initiated the Channels idea, Eli beamed. “It was me, not trying to be arrogant, but it’s just making me so proud to get it off the ground.” Eli explained he had a wonderful childhood with a great family. He watched some of his friends’ families struggle with togetherness and setting the role model for what successful relationships should resemble. “Don’t get me wrong, Cassie, I’m not trying to say Joshua doesn’t have a good example,” Eli quickly interjected.
Cassie understood what he meant and refused to take offense. She knew Joshua lacked the positive male role model his father should fulfill. A mother can go only so far with her son, no matter how dedicated she was. “I know, Eli, it isn’t always the financially disadvantaged that need guidance and support, sometimes, it’s your run of the mill average middle class family.” Cassie knew Joshua needed the confidence and skills she hoped Channels would provide.
They arrived at the shop and Eli held his hand against Cassie’s forearm to signal her to remain seated. He got out of the passenger side and smoothly arrived at the driver’s side door to open it for her. Some feminists might take offense to chivalry, but Cassie’s opinion held fast that gallantry needed reviving. She felt secure and beautiful when Eli followed through on those small courteous nuances.
They ordered chai tea and found a spot at the back of the shop. They sat next to each other on an oversized love seat and began talking once again. Eli and Cassie talked for four more hours. The topics ranged from world politics to Feng Shui to American history. Where one was deficient in knowledge about something, the other explained happily. They also moved closer together as the night blossomed into pre-dawn until they snuggled cozily in the overstuffed loveseat, dozing occasionally.
“I guess I should take you home now, it’s almost six a.m.!” Cassie giggled, astonished at the time.
Eli sheepishly grinned in return. “Yes, I suppose we have almost worn out our welcome here.” Once seated safely in Cassie’s car, Eli gave her directions to his home. When they pulled into the driveway, Cassie did not know what to do next. She truly wanted to crawl in bed next to Eli and breathe in his warm, masculine scent until it lulled her to sleep. She wondered if he thought the same thing.
“Look, I don’t want you to leave yet. Is that too forward for me to say?” Eli implored.
Cassie shook her head and softly vocalized her assurance. “No.”
“Good, then, it’s settled, I’ll come let you out and welcome you to my humble abode.” Eli once again exited the vehicle and came around to open her door. He grabbed Cassie’s hand as they walked up to the front door, stroking the softness of her hand with his thumb. Eli took out his key and unlocked the door with almost a single motion. He opened the door wide, and extended it for Cassie’s entrance.
Eli did not flip on a light immediately. Instead, he drew Cassie near and breathed in the scent from the top of her hair. He pulled her close to him, holding her frame tightly against his. Eli smelled her skin and freshly washed hair, and he inhaled deeply as quickly and often as he could before he moved away from her.
He used his foot to push the front door closed, without moving away from her. “Oh, wow, you smell amazing and you feel even better. Do you know what you have done to me?” Eli whispered against the top of her head.
Cassie’s mind raced rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with her heartbeat. Eli’s arms felt strong and secure. Cassie had not felt this safe since she was a child. However, the heated surges she felt through her loins were nothing childlike. She squeezed Eli even tighter to her as she breathed in the smell of his chest against her face. Cassie could not articulate how she felt at that moment, so she had no idea what to interpret from Eli’s question. Funny how in the midst of the passion, she wondered if he intended her to answer his question. “Is that a rhetorical question?” Her voice was muffled against his shirt.
Stunned by the ridiculousness of Cassie’s comment, they began to laugh. What began as a gentle giggle turned into a full on belly roll, end of the night, punchy laugh-fest. “You are something else, Cassie Stewart, something else indeed.” Eli pulled her out of the entryway and led her toward the kitchen. “Are you thirsty?” Eli inquired politely.
“Umm, yes, that would be lovely, just water.”
Cassie watched him fill two glasses with ice and water. “C’mon, I’m tired.” Eli sighed contentedly and motioned for her to follow him deeper into his home.
Chapter Eight
Cassie followed him into his bedroom. Eli flipped on the light switch. “Would you like a T-shirt or something to change into?”
Cassie thought for a moment about the fabric of one of his shirts against her bare breasts and said, “Yes,” a bit breathlessly. Eli pulled open a drawer and pulled a neatly folded shirt from it. He walked over to Cassie, gently handed her the shirt, and allowed her to use the adjoining bathroom to change.
* * * *
While Cassie was in the bathroom with the door securely shut, Eli smiled broadly at the evening’s events. Truly, although he knew it would be exquisite to have sex with her, he would hold Cassie for a few hours without further expectations. He enjoyed her so much already; failing to make love would take nothing away from the evening they already shared. His semi-erection said otherwise, but his mind overruled his physical demands.
* * * *
Cassie took her time changing into the T-shirt. Even though laundered; it still carried Eli’s delicious distinctive scent. She watched her nipples poke the cotton fabric and wondered if she could convince her sexually drought-stricken body to cooperate. Her mind reeled from the evening’s events and she wanted nothing to spoil it. She knew Eli would oblige her every raw feminine whim, yet she remained hesitant.
She rinsed her mouth with water, then found a bit of mouthwash and swished that too. After all those hours of talking, tea, pickles, beer, and martinis, she knew her breath needed refreshing. She bent over, fluffed her hair a bit, and gazed at her reflection. She suddenly felt her age, and became very apprehensive.
The soft knock at the bathroom door interrupted her trepidation. “I won’t bite, you
know, it’s okay to come out now.” Eli simply stated through the wood. Cassie timidly opened the door, awaiting appraisal standing there in her panties and his T-shirt. Eli’s eyes lit up as a smile spread broadly across his beautiful face. “Wow, you rock that shirt. You are such a beautiful woman; it amazes me you are standing in my home.”
Cassie almost cried at Eli’s frankness. Yet, finally her insecurity took over. “I’m sure you see plenty of beautiful women your own age.”
It was the first time of the evening she saw Eli scowl. “Cassie, you are the only one with an issue about your age, I see you as a gorgeous, enchanting woman giving me the gift of your time. Age has nothing to do with my attraction for you.”
Cassie felt embarrassed and hoped she had not spoiled their amazing evening. She turned her gaze downward toward the floor.
Eli stretched out his hand and gently lifted Cassie’s chin upwards so he could look deeply into her eyes. “As much as I want to make love with you right here, right now, I don’t plan to do so. I want to hold you closely to me and revel in the joy of a true connection, unspoiled by our physical desires, because, frankly, my mind wants more of you than my body could ever imagine.”
Cassie smiled, even as a single tear fell from her eye. Eli guided her toward the bed, turned back the covers, and invited her into his private domain.
They spent the next few hours sleeping peacefully. Their bodies spooned tightly as nesting dolls. Neither Cassie nor Eli ever experienced the depth of a connection as they shared that night. As the dawn opened to a bright, sunny day, Cassie awakened before Eli. She spent several minutes lying still listening to his deep, even breathing. She enjoyed the way his arm held her tightly to him. In the lazy haze of awakening, she closed her eyes and took in each place their bodies touched. From the way his chin nestled against the top of her head, to his arm firmly against her abdomen pulling her into his own midsection, she felt it all. Even her back feeling his taut muscles, only faintly softer in their relaxed state.
Cassie then directed her attention to his more intimate areas. It was clear Eli possessed a very satisfying masculinity by the semi-hard state the morning brought upon him. She moved ever so slightly to adjust her hips to fit more fully against his growing arousal. Cassie decided Eli’s hesitancy to consummate their union must be challenged. She needed to feel him deeply inside her, even if he had second thoughts.
* * * *
Eli’s peaceful sleep turned to a vivid dream of ecstasy the more Cassie moved against him. Not sure if reality or wishful thinking had his body going, he chose to follow the lead of his desires. He dared not open his eyes for fear his Cassie would vanish. Was she really in his bed snuggled closely to him? Further, was she really enticing him with those luscious hips rubbing ever so subtly against his hardening shaft?
Eli forced his eyes open to wholly involve himself in every detail of their dance. “Are you certain you want to do this, Cassie?” he asked intuitively. As he asked, he leaned in once again to take in the sweet smell of her hair and draw her even closer to him so that he could barely breathe. Before she answered, he continued, “Because this will not be a one-time occurrence for me, I expect you will become an integral part of my existence.”
* * * *
Leave it to Eli to remain the consummate articulator in a moment of passion. Cassie thought to herself. “I don’t just want this, Eli. I need you.” Cassie was hungry to experience a world of romance and passion she had only ever seen before in movies.
Eli leaned in closely and brushed his lips against her ear, his tongue flicking the lobe teasingly. “Then, the lady gets what she needs.” Eli’s promise rang musically into her ears. He slid his hands down toward the hem of his T-shirt and slid it slowly up her body. Cassie sat up to ease it up over her shoulders. As she leaned forward and exposed her breasts, Eli leaned in to take one nipple into his mouth while the shirt still covered her face. Cassie gasped through the fabric.
Eli’s hands grasped Cassie behind her back and steadied her as he suckled. Cassie’s loins burned crazily as he expertly guided his tongue and teeth around both breasts. She pulled the T-shirt all the way off her head and threw it onto the floor. Drawing both knees up in an effort to fill the growing hot void between her thighs, Cassie began to rock against the bed. Eli’s hands moved from her back to push her firmly down against the mattress. He moved his face to her tummy and ran his tongue around her navel. Cassie continued to wiggle. She loved the intensity, yet at the same time, the magnitude of her physical reaction was almost unbearable.
* * * *
Eli’s rock-hard manhood throbbed. The self-release he had indulged in the night before was long forgotten under the spell of Cassie’s frenzied womanhood. He had enough control that she would be fully satisfied, he guaranteed himself that. Years of self-discipline taught him to hold onto his release, but, Cassie tested every technique he previously mastered. Eli finally slid his hand toward her pulsing mound underneath her panties. It pleased him to find her fully saturated, waiting for him to fill her. She moaned, urging him to continue his hands’ course toward her heated center.
Eli stopped and slowly slid her panties down her thighs, kissing along each leg. He moved so slowly, he finally touched her, “right there, right there.” Eli pulled the panties from her feet and threw them across the room. When he stood up, Cassie gasped in wonder at his physical form. “Eli, you are exquisite!” He loved how Cassie marveled at his chiseled beauty.
Eli’s rock hard cock stood unmoving at perfect attention, each of his muscles flexed throughout his body, and he stared down intensely at Cassie. Cassie spread her legs, clearly expecting him to thrust inside her, but he stopped and shook his head no. He bent down and kissed her saturated pussy instead. He expertly guided his tongue along her velvety feminine skin until he found her clit. He explored a few maneuvers until he found the one that made her squirm away from his mouth. He knew he found it.
He slightly tugged on her delicate skin, sucking it into his mouth. Gently using his lips to bring in air to blow discreetly across her clit, he stopped to lick lightly at the same spot. Eli brought her down and re-aroused Cassie several times before he allowed her release. Cassie came with the force of hurricane winds. She arched her back off the bed and screamed a primal groan of delight. Eli held her ass tightly and kept his face firmly planted against her pulsing pussy. He kept rolling his tongue around the soft, yet swelling labia. At the peak of Cassie’s orgasm, Eli slid his middle finger deep inside her and she moaned even louder.
When her body finally settled from the first climax, Eli decided it was time to reward Cassie with the gift of his expansive manhood. He stood up and admired Cassie’s naked body one more time before he took his place on top of her and slid himself in slowly, inch by inch, until he fully filled her. He arched his own back to force himself even further inside and Cassie bucked her hips toward him for even deeper penetration.
“Oh, Eli…Eli! I needed this, oh, how I needed you!” Cassie repeated as Eli pumped faster, then slowed to enjoy the moment. Eli hoped he could sustain himself as long as he wanted. Cassie’s female essence was almost too much to bear, and he feared he would burst too quickly. But, he remembered how much he wanted to please her and slowed his pace to ensure success. Cassie screamed once again as he found the internal spot, his cock rubbing against what, from her reaction, seemed like raw nerve endings inside her tight box. She writhed underneath him as she came in waves, rolling, juices flowing like hot and salty ocean water.
Eli allowed himself release as her climax slowed and he moaned loudly in relief. His body jerked and shivered as he filled Cassie with his essence. His hands gripped her shoulders; her hair intermingled with his fingers, pulling deliciously with each shudder. Sweat poured from Eli’s body as his heart rate rocketed. “Cassie, Cassie, you are so…delicious.” Eli admired Cassie and everything she encompassed.
As they lay together with the late morning sun streaming through the window, Eli did not move from the
top of Cassie’s body. He buried his face in her neck and almost wept from pure joy at the entire experience of the past twenty-four hours.
* * * *
Cassie incredulously played each moment in her mind over and over again, wondering how Eli helped her feel so alive.
Eli finally slid off the top of Cassie’s body, but only to her side. His body continued to touch her from shoulders to toes. He kissed her neck, décolletage, and down her arm. Neither of them spoke. As trite as it sounded, they did not want to ruin the moment that just occurred with simple words. They dozed off into light sleep for another hour or so.
When Cassie awakened, she noticed Eli still held onto her tightly, as if she were a security blanket.
It was only then that Cassie wondered how long she could retain what she felt at that very moment. She feared she might not have such an amazing chance again. As convincing as Eli was when they mutually seduced each other, Cassie believed a relationship with him to be futile. They had a sixteen year age gap for goodness sake!
Eli awakened slowly, all the while holding tightly to Cassie. “Hey beautiful, nice to see you,” Eli almost purred.
“Mmm…hi yourself, handsome,” she replied honestly and appreciatively.
Eli sat up on his elbow and faced Cassie. He had a smile on his face that seemed a permanent fixture. “Lady, God definitely blessed me this weekend, he brought you into my life.” Eli’s comment took Cassie aback incredulously.
Eli moved toward Cassie and put his ear up to her chest and listened to her heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her breast bone with his nose and mouth. Cassie dipped her face to kiss the top of his head. “You are one of a kind, Ellicott Street.”
