“I still work. I do some freelance consulting.” Anthony shrugged. “And I take care of Pop.” The kettle whistled and Anthony moved it off the stove. He didn’t use teabags; instead, he pulled out a red tin and scooped some tea leaves into a metal strainer.
“Do I mind if I borrow your phone?” she asked.
“No problem.” Anthony grabbed the cordless phone off the counter and brought it to her. As the tea steeped, Anthony listened to her talking on the phone. He surmised that she had called her own phone and was now talking to someone who had her things.
She disconnected and gave the phone back to him. “That was the bus driver,” she said. “He has my clothes and my bag.”
“That’s good news.”
“Yeah. We were just working out where I could pick them up.”
“Well… I’m happy to give you a ride wherever you need to go.” He brought her a steaming cup of tea and set it front of her.
“Thanks… I might take you up on that.” Juliette lifted the cup up to her face and inhaled the scent. “It smells really good.”
“Why don’t you relax here and drink your tea while I go up and find you some clothes?” Anthony suggested.
Juliette took a sip. “It tastes wonderful,” she said. “Maybe we can just relax for a few minutes? I should probably come with you if you’re going to be picking out clothes for me. I’m going to have to wear them home.”
“Of course. There’s no hurry.” Anthony sat down across from her. They continued their chat while they sipped tea.
Anthony explained that his mother had died five years earlier, and Pop had lived alone until the stroke. After the stroke, Anthony rented out his house in the bay area and moved into Pop’s four-story townhouse. “I took one of the bedrooms on the second floor,” he said. “It was just sitting empty. Ma and Pop mostly just lived on the first floor.”
Juliette asked if he was from Linterna. “No,” Anthony said. “We lived in Vallejo when I was a kid. My parents moved to Linterna after I was already living on my own. What about you? Are you from Linterna?”
“No. I moved here just last year,” Juliette said. “I’m working on getting my master’s degree at Jefferson University.”
They talked for a bit about life in Linterna, comparing restaurants and places to shop. Anthony noticed that Juliette had let the quilt slip a little in front and he could see most of her left breast. She didn’t seem aware of it, and he tried to keep his eyes from being drawn to the pink circle of her nipple which peeked at him just above the edge of the table. But it was a constant distraction.
“Let’s find you some clothes,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“Sure.” Juliette pulled the quilt around her and followed him as he led her up a narrow flight of stairs to the second floor. He brought her into one of the guest bedrooms, which had a large walk-in closet. Clothes hung on the left side of the closet, and the right side was empty.
“Is this your bedroom?” Juliette asked.
“No,” he said. “This is a guest bedroom. I just use this closet for the clothes I don’t wear very often.”
She smiled. “I wondered. It seems empty for someone to be living here. It almost looks like a hotel room… the bed’s all made like a hotel bed.” To his surprise, she unwrapped the quilt from her body and let it slip to the floor, leaving herself once again naked. He watched her as she picked up the quilt and draped it over the bed. She didn’t seem to mind that he could see her.
Then she turned to face him, and Anthony felt his heart rate increase. She had a very nice body and he hoped he wasn’t making her uncomfortable by staring at her. He looked away quickly. “Uh… I think I have a sweatshirt you can wear…” He pushed some shirts to the side, the hangers rattling.
“Is that a bathroom in there?” Juliette asked, pointing to a door that was slightly ajar at the corner of the room.
“Yeah,” he said. “This bedroom has its own bathroom.”
“Can I take a shower before I put on anything?” she asked. “I mean, look at me… look at my legs. I’m a mess.”
Anthony did as she asked, looking at her legs, and then he looked at the rest of her. She did have those green grass stains on her knees, but otherwise she didn’t look so dirty. His heart pounded as he examined the rest of her body, supposedly looking for mud and dirt. When was the last time he’d had a naked woman standing in such close proximity to him? It had been a while. He’d gone to a strip club shortly after moving to Linterna, and had seen naked women there, on the stage. But the experience hadn’t given him any pleasure, and he’d left more keenly aware of his loneliness.
Green grass stains on her knees… did that mean that when she was naked in the park… she was on her hands and knees?
Juliette stepped closer to him. “Is that okay? If I shower?”
“Oh! Yes, of course.” Anthony bobbed his head. “I’ll get you a fresh towel.”
She took another small step. “I’ve never walked outside naked before,” she murmured. “I’ve never had so many people see me naked. The people on the bus… and then the people in the park… and then you!”
Step by tiny step, she was moving closer to him. He was getting flustered. “Um… yeah…” he said. “You mean like how I can see you right now…?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Like right now.” She stopped, now standing just close enough that he could have reached out and touched her breasts if he’d wanted. She gave him a quick half-smile and bobbed her shoulders apologetically, as if acknowledging the awkward tension she had created by stripping off the quilt.
She was close enough that he could smell her scent, a sweet, clean smell that reminded him of lilacs.
“It felt so weird, walking through the park like this,” she said. “Sometimes I walked standing up. But other times I crawled around on four legs, because that’s how a dog walks, right? I saw these two men watching me, and they walked around to look at me from behind, because they could see everything from behind. I knew they could see everything. I was thinking to myself, this is how a dog walks around, on all fours… but it’s also a position a woman will get in when she’s about to have sex.” She gazed up at him. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes…” His voice sounded unsteady.
“I guess you don’t mind seeing me like this, do you?” She reached out to slide her fingers against the front of his trousers. Anthony abruptly realized two things. The first was that he had a large erection, and he couldn’t remember when it had started but had an uncomfortable feeling it had been there for a while. The second was that his trousers did very little to disguise his erection. The outline of his cock pressed visibly against the thin fabric, and this was what Juliette stroked with the tips of her fingers.
He’d been so distracted by her nudity that he hadn’t noticed how clearly he was displaying his attraction for her.
“I’m pretty wound up,” Juliette confessed, squeezing his cock through his trousers. “Maybe, before I go in the shower… do you want to do something about it?”
Anthony couldn’t remain still any longer. He caught her by the waist and pulled her towards him, closing the gap that separated them. His arms slipped around her, his hands dropping down onto her bare ass. “Something like this?” he breathed.
“Yeah…” She stood on her toes and kissed him, a gentle touch of her lips which swiftly became a hungry joining of their mouths. He slid his left hand up to her breast, reveling in the softness of it. His fingers found that nipple that had been peeking out at him from behind the kitchen table and it felt as good between his fingers as he had imagined.
Anthony guided her backwards, step by step, until Juliette dropped onto the bed. Sprawled naked on the folded quilt, she watched him as he undressed. “Yeah…” she whispered, writhing with anticipation. “Just like this.”
PART 4: ANTHONY AND JULIETTE
It was the first time they ever made love to each other, but it wouldn’t be the last. As the weeks passed and they saw more and
more of each other, inevitably they reached the point when a friend asked for the story of how they met. The first few times this question was asked, Anthony and Juliette exchanged embarrassed glances and gave evasive answers. Anthony finally settled on the answer, “Pop introduced us… he met Juliette on the bus.” It was the truth, in a way.
They would always remember that first time, with Juliette lying naked on the quilt and Anthony on top of her. They remembered the swiftness with which they abandoned their inhibitions and threw themselves into the joining of their bodies. Juliette’s arms were wrapped tightly around him, his cock was deep inside her and it seemed like every thrust made them both gasp in pleasure. Juliette came very quickly, her body trembling, the built-up desire from her ordeal finally allowed to break free.
He brought her to a second orgasm with his tongue. She sat at the top of the bed, her back against the wooden headboard, her legs spread. Her fingers were tangled in Anthony’s hair as he licked and teased her pussy. Sitting like that, she could just see the park through the open window. She watched people strolling along the pathways, and she wondered if any of them had seen her naked earlier. Her thighs tightened, her fingers clinched into fists in Anthony’s hair, and the orgasm flooded through her like a warm breeze.
The third orgasm came while she was on top of Anthony, bouncing up and down on his cock with abandon. He had his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she cried out as she came. Afterwards, she collapsed onto him, nestling into his chest, and if that had been the end of it, she would have considered herself quite satisfied.
But it was the fourth orgasm that she always remembered, and for years she considered it the most amazing orgasm of her life. She was bent over the bed, her front pressed against the quilt, and he was behind her, deep inside her. He was standing, leaning against her. His cock felt enormous as it thrust into her, again and again. She knew that he was finally near to reaching his climax.
Juliette pressed her hands against the quilt as she pushed her body against him, meeting his thrusts. He pulled her towards him, off the bed, and she dropped weakly onto the floor. Now he mounted her from behind, his chest pressing against her back, his cock plunging so deep into her.
That was when her fourth orgasm came, the greatest of them all. It came upon her at the same time that Anthony reached his own climax, and she trembled underneath him, her eyes closed, her limbs barely supporting her. That was the first time she ever made love to Anthony, and she would always remember that when he finally came inside her, she was on the floor, on her hands and knees, while he fucked her from behind.
Like a dog.
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