by Jamie Knight
I got more than a block from the restaurant before I had to stop for breath. My heart pounding him my ears, my breath badly labored.
“Hey, you okay?” Noah asked, taking me gently by the arm after running after me.
“Yeah,” I said, clearly not okay.
“Was it what Vicky said?”
“No, of course not, I —” I lied.
Before I could finish, Noah kissed me. Not another little peck but a full-on passionate lip-lock the likes of which you read about in novels.
“That's how I feel for you,” he said, gently stroking my cheek. “No one else, just you.”
“Come on,” I said, taking him by the hand and leading him to my hearse.
“Where are we going?”
“First, to the restraint to get my purse.”
“And then?” he asked.
“My place.”
Chapter Nine
Emma
I pulled the hearse into a street spot. Noah already had his hand up my dress stroking my pussy. I was suddenly really glad I had decided to go commando. Removing his hand long enough for both of us to open our car doors, we got out and started racing each other to the entrance to my building.
Noah had a distinct advantage, not wearing heels. I went down once, but that was all that it took. Noah swooped me up into his strong arms and carried me the rest of the way to the door. Up the stairs, down the hall, he kissed me all the way, slipping me his tongue.
I didn't really know what I was doing but did my best. He seemed to pick up on my discomfort and went slower and more gently. I followed his lead and picked it up pretty fast.
He put me down when we got to the door, so I could unlock it, his hand firmly on my ass squeezing hard as I did so. I hobbled into the room, my system already awash with endorphins, making my legs feel weak. Noah took me by the waist, holding me up and guided me to the couch.
I'd never been bent over a couch before. I'd heard about it, though, and it seemed really sexy. Bent over the arm of the couch, my ass high in the air, Noah gently lifted the hem of my dress up to my hips, followed closely by his hand caressing my skin from my thighs up to my ass. Giving my ass a few more loving caresses, making me moan with pleasure, he slipped his hand back down and between my legs, gently cupping my tight little pussy.
He kissed the back of my neck as he messaged my tight, virgin lips, bringing up until then unknown depths of pleasure. I had touched myself before of course, but it had never felt like what Noah did that night.
He tried to slip a finger inside me, but it wouldn't quite go. I jerked a little and let out a small cry.
“You a virgin, baby?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered.
“It's okay, sweetheart,” he said, stroking my pussy lips again, making me hum with joy. “We just need to get you ready.”
“How?” I asked innocently.
By way of reply, he got on his knees behind me and ran his tongue the length of my pussy making me moan loud, long, and deep. I had never felt anything like that before. After a couple more passes, Noah took me firmly by the hips and pulled me gently backward as he buried his face int my tight, little, virgin pussy. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, holding on tight to nearest couch cushion.
He brought me to a massive orgasm making my entire body quiver with unbridled pleasure. Noah stopped licking and tenderly stroked my lower back as I came down.
I reached back with both hands and spread my pussy wide, or at least as wide as I could under the circumstances, to let him know in uncertain terms that I was ready for him.
“That good, Emma?” he asked, managing to get two fingers inside me.
“Y-yes,” I gasped.
Wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me still, Noah slipped another finger inside me, making me rise a bit, but not from pain, and fingered me to another orgasm, leaving me almost non-verbal as the waves of pleasure washed over me. He held me tight, kissing the back of my neck as I quivered.
When I was ready, he once again got between my legs and pressing on my lower back, stroked the head of his cock against my pussy. I braced myself instinctively, and he slowly pushed in, working his cock into me inch by inch.
He was really big, but it didn't really hurt. There was some pressure, especially when he got up to my cherry. He eased off then and then it just felt good. After a pause, he pushed through to the other side of my cheery, not seeing to do much damage. It certainly didn't hurt much. What pain there was soon faded away and I was filled with the most exquisite pleasure. Similar to his fingers and tongue, only different and honestly a little more so.
“You okay?” Noah asked.
“Fuck, yes!”
I guess I communicated my pleasure quite clearly because before long Noah took me by the hips and started to fuck me faster, slowly gaining in both speed and intensity until the couch was moving from him pounding so hard. It was only minutes before I started to cum. Noah stopped pounding but left his cock inside me, my pussy actually tightening around his cock as I came.
He started to pull out, but I wasn't having that, actually arching back and taking hold of his beautiful cock. He stopped immediately and watched as I turned and got down on my knees in front of him, determined to try and give him as much pleasure as he had given me.
Not having really held a cock before, let alone sucked one, I decided to take it slow, first stroking him with both hands and then one, using the other to cup his balls. He seemed to like that, so I kept going, massaging his balls while continuing to stroke his shaft. He moaned softly and gently pet my hair, letting me know that he liked it.
Working up my courage, I started to lick his cock from bottom to top, gently licking and sucking his balls at the bottom of each pass. I spiraled my tongue around the salty head at the end.
On the ninth or tenth lick — I had lost count by then — I got really brave and dropped my mouth over his head and lowered my lips down his shaft, getting about halfway down before I started to gag. Easing off a bit, I started to gently suck his huge, hard cock. A bit nervous at first, I didn't do much, terrified I might brush him with my teeth, which was the last thing I wanted to do.
When I build up a bit more courage, I started sucking harder, making Noah moan deeply, clearly getting ready to cum. Undaunted, I kept going, more than willing to have him cum in my mouth. Excited actually. I was not disappointed either, Noah gifting me with a sheer torrent of thick, sweet cum, which I did my best to swallow down.
Noah gently pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. Again taking me by surprise, he's scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, still kissing me on the way.
Sitting me down on the edge of the bed, Noah peeled off my dress, leaving me completely naked. He stared at my boobs as though mesmerized, before taking them in each of his strong, gentle hands and massaged them tenderly. I honestly never knew that my boobs could feel so good, especially when he started to suck my nipples.
Gently pushing me onto my back, Noah put my legs over his shoulders, leaning down so he was low enough to kiss me. He had effectively pinned me down, making it impossible for me to move much. There was a point in my life when this would have scared me. Right then, though, it made me really hot.
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered as he slid his cock into my tight little pussy.
It was even better than from behind. That was good, but this way, as he moved, his huge cock hit my g-spot, building up the most siliceous pleasure. I grabbed onto his arms, urging him on, wanting even more, my pussy lips holding onto his cock as he fucked me. I came first again, shuddering against him. Noah held me tight and lovingly stroked my hair.
Gently pulling out of my pussy, Noah brought his cock around to my mouth, which I gladly accepted, sucking him hard until he unloaded into my lips.
Noah got onto the bed beside me and gently massaged my pussy as we kissed. I returned his affections as best I could in my current weakened, blissful state.
“Do you hurt?” he asked.
“No, it feels really good,” I said.
“Good.”
He kissed me again, warm and sweet, and I snuggled up against him, and we cuddled until we both gently drifted to sleep.
Harsh daylight came too soon as it often does. I hadn't dreamed that I could remember but guessed it would have been good. I rolled over to tell Noah about this, but he was gone. In his stead was a piece of paper folded into an origami swan. I could see bits of writing on various parts of the swan and realized it was a note.
Reversing the folding pieces, I managed to uncover the note, written in exacting cursive. I was pretty sure he was trying to be delicate, but it still made me wonder if he was really interested in me or just playing games.
Chapter Ten
Noah
This was not my favorite thing. I was actually under the impression that one of the perks of being a partner at a law firm was that you didn't have to waste time with meetings anymore. An attitude leading many to call me anti-social, but this couldn't be further from the truth. I was asocial, which was a completely different thing. I didn't hate people; I just didn't have much interest in social interaction most of the time. I could fake it with the rest of them, particularly if I liked the person or people in question, though there was always an undercurrent of discomfort. Even with people I was close to like Jim and Ann. I mostly just liked to keep my own company.
I had a lot of sex, like Vicky had inserted, but the women always came to me. Kissing Emma, first on the cheek in her apartment and then later outside the restaurant, were the first two instances of me making the first move. While I couldn't say exactly what it was, I knew that there was something different about Emma. Something special that, through some sort of dark magic or natural mojo, brought out the best in me — or at least the better. I was no longer completely convinced that I still had a best. There came a point when you had to take stock of things and lower your expectations accordingly. Realistic expectations being a sign of maturity. Or so I had always heard.
The only people I knew who I would consider mature adults were Ann and Jim Howell. Then again, I didn't know many people, so it was a pretty limited sample base.
“Hey,” Jim said to Ann, his sister, as he sat down beside her at the head of the conference table. They did have their names on the building, after all.
“Hey,” Ann said distractedly, as she was looking through a stack of papers.
“How's the family?” Jim asked.
“You would know that as well as I would,” Ann snapped, without missing a beat or looking up from her papers.
“No, I mean your other family.”
“Other family? You mean the survivors of my army unit?”
“No.”
“The biker gang I joined briefly after returning from deployment?”
“You didn't -” Her brother sat back, shocked.
She gave him a grin. “Just making sure you're paying attention.”
“You're the one doing paperwork,” Jim pointed out.
“Touché.”
“Watch your language,” Jim admonished.
“It was French,” Ann said.
“Exactly,” Jim said, “and I meant your baby boy.”
“Oh, right him!” Ann said, as though she had just been reminded.
“Slip your mind?” Jim joked.
“No, of course not! I just wasn't thinking in that exact way when you asked. Very much business right now if you know what I mean.”
“Sadly, yes, there were times in law school when you forgot my name.”
“Poppycock!”
“I still have Christmas cards made out to Jake.”
Ann rolled her green eyes, which were an exact match to her brother’s. “It was a slip of the pen. In any case, Drew is good. He is about to turn three, which is really exciting.”
“Yeah, it looks like the name you chose is going to take,” her brother joked.
“Hey?”
“You waited until he was one before naming him, right?” Jim asked.
“What are you — oh, very funny!” Ann snapped.
“Thank you,” Jim said, giving a cordial bow.
“Anything special planned?” I asked, distracting Ann's attention from her brother before she could commit fratricide with her pen.
“I was planning on having a big family dinner.”
“That's a nice idea, I didn't know you could cook.”
“Oh, no, I can't,” Ann said.
“Legend has it she once burned water,” Jim added and she threw her pen at him, which he ducked easily.
“I'm trained, you know,” Ann said, glaring at him.
“In cooking?” Jim asked.
“Deadly force,” I pointed out, making Ann smile.
“Oh right,” Jim said casually. His sister stuck her tongue out at him.
“I actually want to hire a caterer to do everything to the proper scale and quality.”
“Good call,” I agreed.
“If only it were so simple,” Ann said, with genuine ennui.
“Oh my, is that frustration I hear?” I asked.
“Not yet, though I am a bit annoyed that every caterer in town seems to be busy with other events.”
“Every caterer?” I asked, this seeming like a bit of an exaggeration.
“All the ones that she is willing to use anyway,” Jim chimed in, not heeding the previous warning.
“Hands, Are. Deadly. Weapons,” Ann said, putting her head dramatically in her hands.
“It makes sense she would want it to be good,” I pointed out, trying to keep Ann's ire off of me.
“There's a difference between good and perfect,” Jim pointed out.
“As the philosophers would agree,” I said.
“You wouldn't have any ideas, would you?” Ann asked, turning her attention to me.
It was then that I remembered Emma and her Holy Crap Crapes. They really did live up to their name, and it really didn't take her very long to make them. Such was the depth of her experience and deftness in the kitchen. Her cookies were really good and fast, too, proving that she was as good with an oven as a stove. If she had any blender skills, which she well might, she would be rightly considered a triple-threat, a good smoothie often being underestimated.
“What about Emma?” I suggested.
“From the cafe?” Jim asked.
“She works at the cafe but is also a really good cook and baker. She tried to teach me some of what she knows.”
“How good?” Ann asked.
“One of her signature dishes is called Holy Crap crapes.”
“Okay,” Ann said, thoroughly impressed.
“I'll talk to her,” I said.
I was nervous about seeing Emma again. It wasn't cool what I did, and I knew it, origami note notwithstanding.
I tried to be as gentle as I could. Not in terms of “letting her down.” I had no intention of doing that. I really did want her. Even beyond the fake fiancée thing to please my mom. The more I got to know her, the more I liked her, and I knew her biblically at this point. It was a bit scary, really.
The last time I felt that way about a woman, I got my heart crushed under her five-hundred-dollar heels. Emma didn't seem that way and to be fair, Gina kind of did. There were red flags anyway, ones that I missed because I was so in love at the time and my mom seemed to like her, which was no small feat.
Emma was behind the counter when I got down the café later that morning. She was wearing a really cute outfit that made it difficult for me not to imagine her naked. Particularly her tits, which were absolutely amazing. I wondered if she was wearing underwear. She certainly hadn't been the night before. Was that a regular thing, or had she done it just for my benefit? A small, terrible, arrogant part of me hoped it was the second one.
Steeling my courage, I went into the cafe and approached the counter.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hi,” she replied.
“Can we talk?”
“No
w?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm going on break,” Emma said to the worker next to her.
Taking me to a far corner, Emma stopped to face me, her expression not happy, crossing her arms, pushing her perky young tits up even more than they were naturally.
“Speak,” she said sharply.
“I was just in a meeting, and it came up that Ann Howell is looking for a caterer for her three-year-old son's birthday, but all the best caterers in town are busy. I remembered how great and fast your cooking was, and I suggested that you could do it.”
“You did?” She blinked up at me, totally shocked.
“I did. Sorry for not asking first, Ann was just looking for someone, and you were the first person I thought of.”
“Really?” A small smile started to play on her lips.
“Yeah, I mean, she'll understand if you can't do it. I was just supposed to come down here and ask if you can. It's no big deal if you can't. I just thought —"
She leaped into my arms, so I was holding her like I had when carrying her to her apartment and kissed me. The kiss was passionate but not hard, her tongue dancing playfully with mine. She tasted so good and smelled like raspberries. I had somehow missed that before. The scent, not the taste. Every part of her tasted absolutely amazing. I wasn't really sure about making out at work, either hers or mine so, gently as I could, I set Emma down on her feet, still stroking her cheek.
“I can't believe you thought of me,” she admitted.
“Of course, I did. You make some of the best food I've ever come across. Besides which, I think about you a lot anyway.”
“Really?” she asked, blushing now.
“Of course,” I said, kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“You probably have to get back to work,” she said.
“Yes, and so do you,” I said.
“You're a lawyer, I'm just a coffee slinger,” she giggled.
“Both important jobs,” I said.
“Bullshit,” she said, seeming a bit surprised herself.
