But once off the phone with Jeremy, Lorraine let her mind drift to happier thoughts, recollections of the day, and of her promise to Griffin. She didn’t want to break that promise and let him down.
Lorraine was already lit up from the date, from her proximity to the amazing Griffin Phoenix.
She walked into her bedroom and stripped off all her clothes in a sexy striptease. She imagined Griffin was there as she danced and gyrated to an invisible audience. She’d never really even thought about what type of fantasies she wanted to explore or even what turned her on the most. She decided to flip over her laptop for a quick exploration on a popular porn site. She browsed the categories: lesbian, threesome, bondage, until she landed on Romantic Couple.
Perfect! This will give me an idea of what I’m in for. I don’t want to look like a complete amateur!
She lay down on her bed, got comfortable, and watched as the beautiful couple in front of her on the screen started to passionately kiss. As the intensity grew, Lorraine took mental notes of the techniques that seemed to give the stud in the video the most pleasure. A combination of twisting and sucking on his long hard shaft seemed to be driving him crazy. After a few minutes she closed the tab and flipped down the screen. The fantasy of Griffin was much hotter to her.
She started imagining his tall, muscular stature, his round, broad shoulders, his beautiful face, remembering him saying all those naughty things to her. Her core was heated as she slowly slid her fingers into her slick pussy. It was dewy with her juices, clit ready to peek out for another visitation. But Lorraine’s mind was bursting with more images, all of Griffin. The sound of his voice rang in the back of her ears—the fragrant smell of his cologne, subtle and strong, just like him.
That’s right, Lorraine, she could imagine him saying, touch it just so, right there. Oh yes…
Her fingers worked in a familiar fashion, rubbing the little mound just at the top of her pussy, a frenzied waggle of her finger, the tip hardly moving at all, pressing and sending all that energy just where she wanted it, just where she liked it best.
Inside, Lorraine, put it inside!
She did as she imagined Griffin had demanded, slipping her index and middle finger between the surfaces of her slick clit, mouth gaping as she penetrated herself. Lorraine leaned back into her bed, legs up, squeezing her left tit with her free hand. She flicked her nipple, pulling at it just a bit, then worked the other nipple with little circles around the areola.
Her fingers rubbed up and down her clit, then she pushed them in just a bit deeper, and up behind the mound of her warm pussy. Her G-spot burst with a little bolt of gladness, an orgasm beginning to stir.
That’s good, Lorraine, good. You’re going to cum for me, Lorraine? You’re gonna cum for me…and I’m not even here! That’s how hot you are for me. That’s how hot you are!
Lorraine drew the tips of her inserted fingers back toward her palm, tickling the back of her mound, a vibration running down her legs and up the back of her throat.
She thought of his handsome face, imagining his big cock as it slid into her. He’d given her a tiny taste, a brief feel of that massive cock, and it was enough to tell Lorraine that she’d waited for the right man. Lorraine spread her fingers, pressure against the walls of her clit as she worked her G-spot even faster.
Minutes stretched out, Lorraine getting lost in the darkness of her imagination, of her new obsession. Hands and fingers, nipples to flick, and breasts to squeeze and a burning in her crotch that wasn’t going to be completely satisfied until he was inside it.
Forever.
After a few runs down the slope, Lorraine, Griffin and Ashe were savoring cups of hot chocolate, sweet steam rising up around her face. “Hot chocolate, I never have this. It sure is good though, kind of tastes like childhood.”
Griffin smiled and nodded from the other side of the little round table. She knew what he was thinking about, and Lorraine struggled to keep her mind off it too: his promise, which came closer with every second. Lorraine felt almost indecent thinking of it while in young Ashe’s presence.
“Shame Mrs. B. didn’t want to come along.”
Griffin nodded. “Not a skier.”
“No, I…I guess I can see that. But she could come out of the lodge and have some cocoa.”
“I think maybe she’s keeping a respectful distance.”
Respectful of what? Lorraine almost asked, but stopped herself just in time and was desperately glad. And it was time to change the subject again.
“Hey,” Lorraine said, “look at all this snow, and there’re no snowmen! That’s not fair.” Lorraine crossed to a perfect patch of snow near the lodge. Griffin and Ashe followed her, and Lorraine began rolling the big bottom ball of snow. “It’s really easy; I’ve been doing this ever since I was a kid. The snow just kind of sticks together, and you roll it until it’s about the right size.”
Griffin joined Lorraine, the two of them rolling the increasingly heavy ball of snow until it was big enough and round enough, patting it down and turning to Ashe. Griffin asked, “Give us a hand, son?”
The boy was quick to nod, even smiling. The three of them worked together to create a smaller, second snowball. Griffin and Lorraine locked eyes, his silent gratitude and admiration ripe in his crystal-blue eyes. She wanted to kiss him, and she felt the magnetic pull of their mutual attraction. But in the boy’s company, a simple and sweet smile was enough, even better in some ways.
Lorraine could still imagine what that kiss would be like when it finally happened, and what it would lead to.
But Lorraine pushed it out of her mind as they raised the second ball onto the first. “Okay, one more ball for the head.”
They rolled a third ball and planted it onto the other two, other patrons looking on with warm smiles. Another family trotted up to make a similar snowman, not far off. “Great,” Griffin said, “the more the merrier!”
Lorraine looked their snowman over. “Ashe, you’re into Hollywood, movies, that kind of thing, right?” Ashe nodded. “I was never so much into movies, but I always liked books, still do. I think that’s why I wound up working in a library.”
Ashe nodded and shrugged, silently agreeing.
“So this guy here,” Lorraine said, gesturing to the snowman, “he could really be the star of his own movie, right, or book or whatever?” Ashe nodded again. “So what kind of character is this; what kind of story would he be in?”
“Comedy,” Griffin said. “He’s too fat to be an action hero.”
Lorraine laughed, and even Ashe broke out in a little chuckle. Griffin and Lorraine both noticed, but neither said anything, cautious not to thwart their progress.
Lorraine said, “Okay, a comedy. Let’s say he falls in love with a…a beautiful young woman.”
Griffin smiled. “Okay, let’s say he does. Let’s say he fell in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her.”
Lorraine choked back a romantic sigh. “Right, but she’s a human and he’s a…a snowman.”
“That’s the classic story,” Griffin said, winking at Ashe. “Snowman falls in love with a pretty librarian…”
“I didn’t say she was a librarian.”
Griffin shrugged. “Just struck me, that’s all.”
“Okay, um, let’s say she is a librarian. And maybe she likes him too…a lot. I guess she fell in love with him too, but she was too nervous to say anything.”
“But she didn’t need to,” Griffin said. “He knows how she feels, and he couldn’t have been happier about it. And she didn’t need to worry about a thing, because this snowman, he’s…he’s not like other snowmen. He understands that she’s had some challenges, reasons that she keeps herself hidden away in her tower of books. And all he wants to do is bring her the joy she deserves.” Griffin leaned forward, just a bit closer to her, tantalizingly close. “And he will.”
The snowball hit Griffin’s face, smashing against all his charm and seduction, a clump of icy powder to fall down
his cheek, leaving him stunned if not injured. He looked over at Ashe, Lorraine doing the same.
Ashe was crackling with laughter, pointing at his father, almost delirious with mischief. Griffin and Lorraine glanced at one another, a slow smile creeping across Griffin’s handsome face.
She knew what she had to do.
Ashe was quick to turn and run, Griffin and Lorraine both scooping up handfuls of snow, compacting them even as they stumbled toward their spry little quarry. Lorraine planted her snowball into the center of Ashe’s back and it fell away harmlessly.
Griffin said, “That’s my son!” Soon enough, he turned his snowball on Lorraine, landing it on Lorraine’s chest.
Lorraine said, “No, you didn’t!” From that point on it was a free-for-all, snowballs flying this way and that, other people even joining in the fray until it was a virtual snowball Armageddon.
Lorraine couldn’t ignore a creeping feeling, and she looked up to see Mrs. B. staring at them from an upstairs window of the lodge. She was frowning, and staring directly at Lorraine in a way that sent chills down her spine.
But through it all, Ashe just kept laughing—a sparkling, rolling sound, filling Lorraine’s heart with a relief she could almost understand. It was as if Ashe’s laughter was her own, his relief was hers. And it sounded so good in Lorraine’s ears, and felt so good in her heart, that it became so good in her throat, a silly giggle bubbling up out of her surprised lips.
Griffin laughed too—a big, hearty, authentic laugh that was jovial in nature. It struck Lorraine in a sad way that Griffin’s and Ashe’s laughter was so grateful and unusual, so rarified. She knew they deserved better, and that she might be just the person to bring them the one thing they needed.
Joy.
But that was something Lorraine Devonshire had gone without for too long herself.
Lorraine asked herself, How can I give what I don’t even have?
But Griffin’s silent stare, so deep and calm, answered Lorraine’s question for her. It’s not something you can have alone. We have to create it…together.
And we will.
Chapter 6
Lorraine felt as if Griffin’s seduction had begun long before she dropped her dress to the bedroom floor. Griffin had been dressed with elegance and dash—a perfectly tailored Armani suit. He’d been courteous and attentive; his hotel room was seen to in every detail.
Griffin stood behind Lorraine, his strong hands on her smooth, naked shoulders. The lights of Denver twinkled beyond the window, stretching out like an electric sea. His voice was low and grainy, his cologne rich in her lungs. “You’ve waited a long time,” he said, and the words rang in her ears, in her heart, and in her soul. It was only at that moment that Lorraine realized just how long she’d waited, and just how terrible that wait had been.
But it was about to end, and Lorraine trembled to imagine what that would be like. She wouldn’t have to imagine it for long, and her mind ceased to wander. She was fixed on Griffin, following his every cue. She knew he was a master—he radiated that confidence, that strength. He would guide her and she would follow, the two stepping into an adventure that would change her life forever, even redefine it. Lorraine couldn’t wait for Griffin to wave that magical wand over her and begin the transformation.
But he was in no rush, and she could sense that Griffin was delighting in her anticipation, teasing her with his patience.
“You’ve been afraid, Lorraine, but you don’t have to be afraid anymore; you never have to be afraid of anything again…unless you want to be.” A little gasp leaked up out of her throat—involuntary, surprising even her.
Lorraine’s senses felt keener, sharper than ever, as if they were just coming to life. She took a deep breath, leaning back against Griffin to feel his reedy muscles stretched across his perfect physique, muscular arms strong and powerful around her.
The sound of his voice rang in her ears and even deeper, shaking her to her core. “You’re about to begin a journey, Lorraine, to a place and a time and a person you’ve only imagined. And it begins with you, Lorraine, it begins…and ends…with you.”
But she knew it began with him, with this amazing man who she managed to bring to herself—a reward for her risk, and a whole new set of risks. But Lorraine felt no fear which followed her interaction with every man in her life. She could scarcely walk in front of a man on the street without flashbacks and worrying that she’d be rushed from behind. But Lorraine felt no fear in Griffin’s arms, only a rush of excitement and anticipation—a trembling of lust.
Though she wanted what was about to happen—needed it—there was something in Lorraine that stirred up uncertainty and a flash of hesitation. She took a step away from him, remorseful for her choice but unable to do anything else.
He seemed to read her desire to stand by her virtue. But she was not about to lose her virtue, she knew that; rather she was on the cusp of a world of new virtues and new vices.
New love.
When Griffin pulled Lorraine back, she spun and let herself fall right into his arms. Their lips pressed together, tongues introducing themselves—soft and warm and probing. Breath collected around them, hot against her cheeks and chin, Griffin’s rumbling voice growly and sexy in his throat.
“I want you to be relaxed, Lorraine. I can feel that you’re nervous; I know you’re excited. But the first thing you need to know is that I’m going to take care of you, Lorraine. And I’m going to make you cum. You understand me?”
She nodded, her lips moving as if to speak, but there were no words.
“I know you can cum, Lorraine; I know you cum so hard when you’re alone, working that tight little pussy. I know you came last night, when you were playing with yourself, thinking of me like I told you to do.” He slowly unbuttoned her sheer, midnight-blue blouse, exposing her cream lace bra, and wrapped his hand around her back as he unhooked her bra with ease. Lorraine hungrily moaned into his ear, her hot breath against his neck, goosebumps appearing instantly.
A little “yes” wriggled out of Lorraine’s mouth.
“I know there are times you can’t keep away from it—you can’t stop touching yourself, rubbing it just right…”
Lorraine nodded as she bit her lip in heated anticipation. She needed him. She needed his touch all over her. Griffin moved in and pulled his lips to hers—kissing passionately, his tongue diving into her mouth, gently sucking her bottom lip. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off as they dropped to the floor. Lorraine clumsily started unbuttoning his white dress shirt to reveal his muscular chest, protruding out like two boulders. She ripped it off his body in lusty impatience.
“Ohhhhhhhhh wow,” she breathed softly with utter delight. His body was one of a sex god, immaculately sculpted into perfection.
“I want you so much right now, baby.” His hands slid down the toned curves of her body to her thighs, slowly pulling down her skirt to reveal a pair of matching lace panties. The cool air touched her skin, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his rock-hard erection against her thigh. The two of them ground against each other, naked in his hotel room, his hard cock brushing against her hips, her hairless crotch already dewy.
She reached down, wrapping her pale fingers around that pulsing girth, squeezing it hard. He was big, nearly too big, and Lorraine was almost afraid that she wouldn’t be able to take it all in. But she also knew that Griffin had been right, that Lorraine had been overwhelmed with sexual impulses which she had suppressed for a long time. She was long ready to step into her sexual power.
“Oh yeah, you’re so fucking hot,” Griffin said, his voice a quick rasp. “You’re a virgin and I know you are; I knew before you told me. I could sense it; I could feel it. I’ve felt this resonance, this intuition with you, Lorraine; I feel like I know you on such a deep level. And I love it! And so should you, sweet Lorraine, because it means that you know how good you are, you know what a hot little secret slut you are. And you’re too good for the boys you’ve met; th
ere’s nobody in this town good enough be inside you, Lorraine, not one of them!”
Griffin’s hand found her breast, slick with her sweat as his fingers traced the curves and the undercarriage. Her nipples were hard, rising out to meet him, and his strong but supple fingers gave that nipple a little pinch and a flick that sent a wave of lusty passion through Lorraine’s chest, and then deeper—into her heart.
“But you’re gonna be my little slut, aren’t you? You’re gonna give up this mousey librarian lie you tell the world and release that hot, horny bitch who haunts you in your sleep, in the shower, when the hot water pours between your thighs, in that gorgeous little pussy of yours, just waiting for me…”
She nodded, but again she simply could find no words, and she didn’t need any. Her soft, breathy moan was her only response, all the promise either of them would need.
“Tell me you were waiting for me,” Griffin said. “You know that little pussy was meant just for me.” Lorraine nodded, and Griffin said, “Tell me…”
“Just for you, Griffin,” Lorraine whispered, “it’s just for you.”
“And I’m gonna have it,” he said with a special zeal, a flex of strength in his voice that was already inspiring Lorraine’s orgasm. “I’m gonna have all of it, Lorraine, and I won’t leave anything behind.” After another long, lusty kiss, Griffin lowered Lorraine back down onto the bed, her legs spreading as he knelt down, hands commandingly running up from her knees to her hips, sending waves of pleasure into her crotch and deeper still.
“You’re beautiful,” Griffin said, his voice hovering above her, settling in her crotch, sinking in, stirring and mixing with her own natural impulses. Griffin’s tongue ignited an electrical charge that shot through her as his hands wrapped around the outsides of Lorraine’s upper thighs.
She spread her legs as his tongue flicked and fluttered around her wriggling lips, her clit already unfolding before him. He covered every bit of her exposed tissue, different areas reacting to his scrupulous attention. Back and forth, in and out, Lorraine’s body rocked with pleasure, the backs of her legs contracting and goosebumps rising on her breasts and the backs of her arms.
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