Sex in the Sky

Chapter 1

“Do you know that guy?”

“Huh?”

My friend Andrew lifted his chin in the direction of the corner. “Don’t look yet, but there’s a guy over there who keeps looking this way. He keeps looking at you like he’s trying to place you.”

“Really? Is he hot?”

“He’s not bad,” Andrew nodded judiciously with his eyes over my shoulder. “Could use a shave, but I know you like the scruffy type.”

I snickered and continued eating my greasy, delicious burger, the sort of thing Neil would have pouted over my eating if he’d been here. But he wasn’t, and despite what he thought, my arteries could handle it. “Well tell me when I can look, would you?”

“Look now. He’s reading. But be casual.”

I rolled my eyes; did my friend think I was a total idiot? A social retard that didn’t get out much? Well… okay, that part was true. I didn’t get out much, actually, but I still remembered my social skills. Turning sideways in the booth, I leaned back against the wall and took a drink of my beer. This allowed me a view of the corner, and the guy who was sitting at the corner table across the room over my shoulder. An empty plate was pushed back and he was sipping a bottle of Beck’s while he read the newspaper with his cheek propped up on his hand, elbow planted on the table.

Not bad? The man was beautiful. An evening ray of sun shone through the window and flooded him like a spotlight and I had to draw my breath just looking at him. The sun painted gold in his shaggy brown hair that fell over his forehead almost to his eyes and flecks of gold illuminated his stubble. I stared at the way his hand cupped his jaw, fingers lightly drumming his cheek as he frowned down at the paper spread in front of him. Dark brows, strong but boyish jaw, probably in his early thirties same as me. Clothes rumpled, like a traveler; a battered leather satchel on the floor next to the chair. He wore jeans, a long-sleeved pullover and lace-up boots. My eyes wandered all the way down to his feet and then back up and I found myself looking into a pair of eyes so blue they startled me even from across the room. He’d caught me staring and he was grinning at me, and I dropped my eyes instantly with my face blazing.

“Dammit,” I said under my breath.

Andrew, who’d watched the whole thing, was laughing. “You are so red,” he told me. “You’re cute when you blush, you know that?”

“Shut up,” I snarled at him. I ducked my head to hide my red face. God, I hated blushing in public. It made me feel so self-conscious. If crawling under the table wouldn’t have made things even worse, I would’ve done it.

“He thinks so too,” Andrew said relentlessly. “He’s still smiling. You should go say hi.”

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes. Andrew knew better, but he never gave up. He was persistent; I had to give him that. My friends were always trying to get me past my shyness; but most of them had finally accepted it was a lost cause and left me alone, except for Andrew. Ever the optimist.

“I’m gonna go pay our bill.” He swung his legs around and went to the bar with our check. I kept my head down, but I could see him cross the room and to my horror, he headed straight to the part of the bar that was right next to the guy. The guy. I knew Andrew, he’d talk to anyone and he was smiling at the guy as the barmaid took the bill from him. I sent him frantic mental messages: Don’t do it, don’t do it, but it was too late. He was already doing it, turning around and talking to the guy at the table. I groaned, sinking down into my chair.

Nonetheless, I had to watch from under my eyelashes. I watched the guy laugh and reply, and then they both looked at me grinning and I took my cell phone out of my pocket and flipped it open as if I was answering it even though nobody was there. “Hello?” I said to no one. What an idiot I am. “Uh-huh, yeah,” I mouthed into the phone while staring down at the floor under the table until finally Andrew came back over with a big smile on his face. I said cheerfully,” Okay. Sure, talk to you later,” and flipped the phone closed.

“You asshole,” I commented as he sat down to finish off his beer. I had turned around to face him so the guy was behind me again and I didn’t have to avoid looking at him.

“You’re welcome,” Andrew smiled. “He’s in town on business, just till tomorrow. I told him he should come down to the WETbar tonight and meet us. You’re coming, right?”

I groaned and started making my usual excuses. I need to write, but this time Andrew wasn’t hearing it.

“You’re coming. Don’t make me come to your house and drag you out the door. Besides, how many words have you already written this week? How many hours research?”

I made a face.

“You need a break, Rylan. You’ve hardly been out of that house since Neil moved out. I know you’re a writing machine, but you can’t work all the time.”

“It’s not really work.” I shrugged; a little embarrassed to admit how much I loved spinning my silly little tales. I loved the research. I loved the urgency of a story that wanted to get out. I loved the letters I got from fans, except the scary ones. Most of them were wonderful people, my fans, but some of them worried me a la Stephen King’s Misery, and so I wrote under a pseudonym and guarded my identity jealously. Otherwise, I couldn’t be happier with that part of my life.

“I know you love it,” Andrew shook his head indulgently. “What is this time? Regency England?”

“Yeah, always a favorite.” The readers loved my Regency work and so did I; it was probably my favorite historical period. However, I didn’t talk about my in-progress stories and my friends didn’t ask, although they did read the free copies when the proofs came in.

“Well, Regency England can live without you for one night. I’ll pick you up at ten so be ready.”

Chapter 2

At ten, I was sitting at my monitor in jogging pants, and Andrew was pounding on my door with his boyfriend Louis and our friend Josie in tow. They stormed in and complained loudly about my not being ready while I threw on some decent clothes. I didn’t want to go. I was right in the middle of Chapter 16 and it demanded to be written, but Andrew was right, I hadn’t been getting out enough. Sometimes, I’d be startled to realize I hadn’t left the house in days. Not that it bothered me. I was perfectly happy writing, cooking, drinking tea and not getting dressed. If it weren’t for my friends, I’d stay that way; and sometimes, I didn’t even answer their calls.

Ugh. The Friday night bar scene. I wasn’t looking forward to this. It was starting to rain, too. Atlanta in December, dreary and cold. Moreover, I wanted to stay home and write. So, my frame of mind wasn’t the most cheerful, but I got in Andrew’s SUV anyway. They did their best to drag me into their conversation but I stared out the window without seeing what passed outside, instead I saw the cobblestones and carriages of Victorian London.

Spring Street was swarming with drunken people spilling from bars, laughing and stumbling as they made the rounds of the clubs. I cringed inwardly. Just the sort of thing I liked to avoid, but the sooner we got it over with, the sooner I could get home and return to my nice fantasy world, slipping into it like a comfortable bed. The real world could be such an annoyance.

A quick scan of the crowded club when we walked through the door showed that the guy from the café wasn’t here, at least not that I could see. I was relieved, but also maybe a little disappointed. Those eyes, so intensely blue… the eyes that every male romantic lead character had, but I’d never actually seen in real life. Male leads had to be scruffy and dashing rogues with a heart of gold. He looked the part but there was a certain spark there, and I had to admit that moment he smiled kept happening repeatedly in my mind, like the birth of the sun.

So, Friday night. The place was packed and I sat at the end of the bar drinking my way through a battalion of pints. Josie talked to me while we watched Andrew and Louis dance. Now, there was a relationship I never thought would last, the 12-year age difference could’ve been the Grand Canyon. But somehow they made it work, and Louis was the cutest little twink, someone I thought was just a bubblehead at first but I now knew was more serious and grounded than most people a lot older. When they kissed on the dance floor, everything else disappeared for them and they were surrounded by a little dome of light, a glow, their own world where nobody could touch them.

“Wah,” Josie pouted as we stared at them and greedily gathered the scraps of their beauty. “Why can’t I find that? It’s not fair.”

I shrugged and downed a long smooth gulp of my beer. I was starting to feel pleasantly toasty. Drinking made me so much more witty and interesting. “You might one day.”

“But why can’t it be like your books, Ry? I wanna get kidnapped by pirates and be ravished by a pirate captain that I hate at first, and then fall in love with and we live happily ever after.”

“That’s fantasy,” I snickered. “You know it’s not real. Drew and Louis are just lucky sons-of-bitches. Nobody gets to have what they have. I don’t even want it myself.”

“Such a cynic,” she shook her head. “You’re just saying that because Neil fucked you over.”

My cynicism was famous and alcohol only made it more pronounced. “Neil had nothing to do with it. He knew about me going into to it. I warned him I’m not romantic, I don’t do the touchy feely crap.”

“I know, but you must have it in you somewhere… your books are so romantic, you can’t be as hard and cynical as you pretend.”

“I am. Like I said, that’s fantasy.” I was really getting a head of steam now and other people around us were even starting to listen. If I’d been sober, I would’ve been mortified but drunk I didn’t mind yammering to a crowd. “In those stories, everybody finds their soul mate and lives happily ever after. People buy the stories because they love the fantasy. But in real life, it just doesn’t happen. There is no happily ever after because the plot lines aren’t wrapped up neatly in the last chapter. The subplots don’t get resolved. Nothing ever fits into a chapter outline. That’s what makes reality such a fucking drag.”

Someone laughed and that only encouraged me.

“Now Neil… he wanted a soul mate. He wanted someone to understand him and be there for him. He wanted an emotional crutch and he wanted it to be me, even though I told him that isn’t my thing. I told him I need space, and he couldn’t handle it. I don’t want a soul mate. I don’t need that level of emotional involvement. I need to concentrate on my work. I need to be able to withdraw when I’m writing and not have someone pouting or throwing a tantrum because I’m not paying attention to them. And I warn these men, but they can’t accept it.” I shook my head in amazement. “I don’t think I ask for much in a relationship… I just want a nice quiet, peaceful domestic arrangement with no drama, and someone who leaves me alone when it suits me. I’ll even cook and you know I’m a great cook.”

“And I’ll bet you have men lined up around the block,” said a husky stranger’s voice in my ear. I felt a hand on my arm at the same moment I turned around quickly and saw those brilliant blue eyes and the sunburst smile from the café. I flushed, but instead of going into full blushing-and-stammering mode, I just grinned. Ah beer, the great social equalizer.

“Oh yeah. Who could turn down all this?” I held my hands to present myself and earned the full intensity of his smile. It actually made my heart give a little jump and the almost-forgotten thrill of brand-new lust zipped over my nerve endings as he wrapped his arm around me and drew me off the barstool.

“Nobody I know,” he growled in my ear. “Come dance with me.”

“I don’t dance,” I protested but I was going with him, letting him pull me, waving to Josie as she watched in amusement from the bar.

“That’s okay, I don’t either.”

It all worked out because the dance floor was crowded enough that even if either one of us could dance, there wouldn’t have been much room. Instead, he locked his arms around me and we swayed to the techno beat; he felt so good. I slid my hands around his waist and up his lower back, feeling the curve of his muscles under the shirt and his body against me, and soon we were grinding together. He was a couple of inches taller and his thigh fit firmly between my legs, pressed against my crotch, so that every time I moved I rubbed my cock against it. I was hard now, hard and tingling. My blood raced through my veins and reminded me of what I’d been missing. I didn’t even know this guy’s name but I didn’t care. I moaned in my throat as his hands caught my hips and pulled me against him making my whole body recoil from a massive jolt of sexual energy. This guy, whoever the fuck he was, radiated it, smelled of it.

“So,” he breathed in my ear. Words casual but deep, husky rumble conveyed layers of hidden meaning. “What’s your name?”

The fact that he’d picked up my thoughts could’ve alarmed me but it didn’t. I was past caring, my fingers fumbling with the back of his shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his jeans. I told him my name and he laughed softly as my hands found his warm, smooth skin beneath the shirt. Goddamn it, he felt good. Muscles tight, rippling, flesh that could make me lose my way.

“Nice to meet you, Rylan.”

It was not lost on me even in my sex-clouded state that he didn’t mispronounce my name Ryan like people invariably did, and I always ended up annoyed and correcting them. I tilted my chin back and lightly nipped the outside edge of his ear while I answered softly, “Nice to meet you too…”

“Daniel,” he supplied, catching his breath. That encouraged me and I nibbled down to the lobe, letting my breath tickle him so that he shivered in a very sexy way. His hands were suddenly on my ass, firmly grabbing my butt cheeks, and moving with my hips so I was slowly and steadily humping his leg on the dance floor with everyone watching. This kind of exhibition was unheard of for me but I was so fucking turned on right now, I didn’t care who stared.

“So, Daniel.” I barely managed to form the words without groaning. “If you go get us a cab, I’ll tell my friends I’m outta here.”

He drew back and met my eyes, but nodded. As he broke away, his tongue flicked out and softly brushed the corner of my lips that were parted for my breath, and left me stunned.

With his body gone, I felt bereft and I stood still a moment, reeling with desire, before I could summon the will to move. When my limbs would obey my brain, I made my way over to Andrew and Louis, who were standing at the edge of the room talking to a couple of friends. They grinned and tried to draw me into the conversation but I shook my head impatiently and tugged Andrew back.

“I’m leaving.”

“Really?” He eyed me and noticed the breathy and slightly flushed state I was in, and he laughed. “Not alone, I assume?”

“No.”

“Not the guy from the café?” he demanded, eyes lighting up like a kid at Christmas.

“Yeah. Him.” I half-grinned and half-choked, ending up gasping for air as I felt a little stab of nervousness creep into my gut. “What the fuck am I doing Andrew?”

“Taking him back to your place and fucking the hell out of him, idiot.” He gave me a little shove and I took the hint heading toward the coat check near the door, where Daniel was just hanging up the phone and collecting his bag and leather jacket from the coat check girl. He looked up at me and grinned and I felt my cock give a little twitch in my jeans, which were uncomfortably tight just now.

“Cab’s on its way,” he said as I claimed my own jacket. Catching the sleeve, he pulled it on me and I found myself facing him and his mouth coming down on mine… I gasped and he took the opportunity to slide the tip of his tongue past my lips and give me a sweet, too-brief taste of him. Lips so soft and stubble a bit rough, scraping my tender skin, making it burn. He pulled away and left me hungry and wanting more, smiled at me and gave me a little push through the door to where our cab waited at the curb outside in the rain.

“Is it a long way?”

Daniel nuzzled my ear in the back seat of the cab while the rain pelted the windows in a captivating rhythm. I could see the eyes of the middle-aged black man who drove looking at us in the rearview mirror now and then, so I refrained from sticking my tongue down his throat the way I wanted to.

“Torturously long,” I whispered against his cheek. “But that’s okay… you can wait, can’t you?”

“Oh yes.”

We settled into the backseat with our hands in our own jacket pockets and a little space between us, but I couldn’t stay away and I inched closer. I just wanted the outsides of our thighs to touch, just a little. Just enough to feel the electricity his touch sent through me. I squirmed impatiently and he noticed, smirking at me under his lashes. Even in the dark, in the rain-splashed flashes of lights from signs, streetlights and the headlights of passing traffic, his eyes were so brilliant.

He leaned his head closer to mine against the back seat. “I can wait,” he whispered, a breath in my ear. “But can you?” and his eyes dropped to my lap where the outline of my hard cock pressed against the top of my thigh.

“You know,” he kept on, soft and relentless, “the first thing I noticed about you when I saw you was your smile, laughing at something your friend said. I kept looking up at you to see if you were smiling again. I was drawn to your lips… the way you licked them after you took a drink of your beer…”

This made me blush and I laughed, staring down while his breath brushed my cheek.

“And you turned around and stared at me, up and down before I looked up. Oh yeah,” he laughed softly, “I knew the whole time. You were so sexy when you blushed. I wanted to drag you to the john and bend you over the sink but didn’t think I’d see you again… which would have been a shame. It would’ve been a shame because I kept looking at your lips and thinking what they could do to me… kissing down my chest and my belly and wrapping around my cock…”

A gasping squeak came from me. I couldn’t help it. His words were getting to me no matter how I tried to fight it. I was the man of steel, dammit, and he was melting me into a puddle without a single touch. Just a low, husky, slightly southern whisper in my ear under the eyes of the cabbie that was plainly worried about what might happen in his back seat.

“I think your lips would be pretty around my cock,” Daniel whispered and my belly clenched, abs flexing in an effort not to rub myself against my jeans. My hands balled up into fists in my jacket pocket as he kept on and I shivered from his husky voice in my ear.

“I want to see you lick my balls because I love that. Then I want to watch you lick my cock up and down while you unbutton your pants and play with yourself.”

I gasped without meaning to. Dammit. My cock ached and he grinned at my stricken look, my hungry breath. He was enjoying this. My fidgeting was uncontrollable and I raked my fingers through my hair. Watching me, he nodded.

“Yeah, do that,” he laughed softly, “’cause that’s what I’ll be doing while you’re sucking the head of my dick… I’ll be tugging on your hair and making you moan. You’ll like that, won’t you? Having your hair pulled?”

His own breath was getting jerky as he kept up his barrage of images.

“I love watching someone who really loves sucking cock. You get this look on your face, you know that? I love looking down and seeing that look, seeing your eyes looking up at me while my cock is down your throat. But know what else I like?”

There was a pause and I closed my eyes and gulped a breath. I shuddered. But this time, he didn’t keep on. He stopped and waited. I opened my eyes and saw he was waiting for me to ask him what he liked. I swallowed and licked my dry lips. It wasn’t easy for me to say things like this. I didn’t want to look stupid or say something that would humiliate me later, but I had to this time. I had to if I wanted him to not stop.

‘Sorry!’ Then it was my turn to grin, ‘but you’ve made me an addict already.’

Rachel just burst out laughing, drawing brief attention to us. ‘Tell you what! Come ’round to my flat Sunday lunchtime, and we’ll see if we can give you your fix. Now bugger off and get some work done for a change.’

For the first time in my memory I wanted Saturday to end. It had always been my favourite day, out and about with my mates or playing football in the morning and watching it in the afternoons. I still did the same that Saturday but my mind was fully focussed on Sunday. Eventually Sunday did arrive and I set out to walk the short distance to Rachel’s flat. Not wanting to arrive too early, I dawdled a bit before deciding to take the longer route. This took me through the grounds of the local hospital, right past the new maternity block. I noticed, as I passed the concrete monstrosity, a flower seller had set up stall, no doubt aiming for all the new fathers who arrived empty handed. Checking my pocket for money, not something I always had, I found enough for a reasonable bunch. The stallholder gave me an odd look as I made my selection.

‘A bit young for this place aren’t you son, or is your mum in?’ He asked.

‘No! They’re for my girlfriend, and no she’s not in here, I’m just taking a shortcut.’

He smiled and actually added a couple of red roses to my selection. ‘Take these, they always work.’ He grinned.

I grinned back, feeling happy. Ok I hadn’t been strictly honest, it wasn’t a shortcut and Rachel wasn’t my girlfriend but it sure felt good pretending. That feeling alone was worth the cost of the flowers.

Rachel’s reaction to them was worth the cost of the stall. When I knocked at her door, she’d shouted to enter, as it wasn’t locked.

‘You’re early!’ She admonished, as I entered the living room, ‘typical bloody man, not giving me time to put my face on.’ Then she saw the flowers. She stopped brushing her hair and literally ran across the room to me. ‘They’re absolutely fabulous.’ She cried, and I mean cried, there were actually tears in her eyes. ‘Oh David, they’re beautiful.’

Then she amazed me by saying that no one had ever bought her flowers before. She grabbed my neck and pulled me down to meet her lips. If I thought our last kiss was something then this blew it away. There was a tenderness that was missing before, but something else, something intangible about it. When we did finally part, tears were streaming down her unadorned, yet still beautiful, face, but even my naivety couldn’t mistake them for anything but tears of happiness. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and very gently took the flowers from me. With her nose buried in their fragrance she went into her little kitchen, emerging moments later with two milk bottles containing the blooms.

‘Sorry! I don’t have a vase.’

I’d never have thought that Rachel could be vulnerable, but that’s exactly how I thought of her. I took the bottles from her and put them down onto the table before wrapping my arms protectively around her. Nothing was said, I just held her, occasionally kissing her ash blonde hair, which, incidentally smelled so sweet and pure. I had plenty of time to think and a really weird thought entered my young head and refused to leave. I was enjoying this, as much, if not more than when we’d made love; not on a physical level, of course, but it felt more rewarding.

I firmly believe that, that was the moment I grew up, as if someone had switched a light on and I could see clearly who and what I was about.

‘Rachel!’ I whispered into her hair.

‘Mmmm!’ Came her very soft reply.

‘I’ve decided I don’t want to go through with this after all.’ I said firmly now.

That obviously got through because she tried to jump away from me but my arms kept her pinned to me.

‘You don’t?’ She asked with obvious disappointment. ‘I’m sorry for crying, but I’ll just have a quick wash, put on my face and we’ll be fine.’

It’s as if our ages and roles had been reversed. ‘No silly!’ I smiled at her. ‘It’s not that!’

She looked up at me, bewilderment spread across her face.

‘I can’t think of anything I want to do more than make love to you.’ That brought her smile back. ‘It’s this birthday thing with Sandra, and the learning bit with Pam and Sue.’

The puzzled look returned. ‘Aye?’

‘I know I’m a bit young but I want to be with you.’

‘You’re with me.’

‘I mean, only with you, as your boyfriend.’

The penny dropped. ‘Why, you’ve already got me, at least where you want me.’ She indicated the bedroom, ‘and you’ve got the other two as well, and maybe even the saucy Sandra.’

I nearly shut up then, because I knew that I could easily blow it but deep down I now recognised that what was on offer was great but not really for me. I couldn’t explain it properly to myself and if I told my mates then they’d have me certified.

‘You know when you explained the difference between fucking and making love.’

She nodded.

‘It’s a bit like that. What I did with you,’ I grinned, ‘both times, and with Sue was fucking, great fucking but fucking none the less. I see what you meant about mutual pleasure but can you see what I mean.’

She shook her head. I tried again.

‘When I bought those flowers, I lied to the flower seller, I said they were for my girlfriend.’ Rachel smiled at that. ‘I was surprised just how good that little pretence felt like. Then when I saw your reaction I knew immediately that I wanted to give you more of the same, not Sue or Pam or anyone else for that matter, just you. I don’t think you realise just how good it felt to hold you in my arms like that.’

Rachel looked up at me, her face now serene. ‘I think I do.’ She stated softly.

It was my turn to look a little bemused and Rachel’s turn to explain. ‘It probably felt better for me than it did for you. For the first time since my father died, twelve years ago, I felt secure, felt loved. Why did you think I was blubbering like a six-year-old? Every man I’ve ever been out with has had one intention in mind, sex! Everything was geared up to that end. You! You knew that we would have sex, that’s what you came here for after all, yet you still wanted to please me and I don’t mean physically, the flowers weren’t going to get you anything extra.’

‘Wrong! They brought me something, something I hoped for but got in spades, your happiness. You gave me something extra special on Wednesday, were going to do the same today, what I did was minor in comparison. Something you did show just me,’ I grinned again, ‘though not intentionally that there is so much more to a man and woman than just sex, however good that is.’

‘So I’ve read, but it’s not something I’ve personally come across.’

‘Until now, I hope?’

She nodded with a smile, ‘until now.’ There was a brief silence between us before Rachel continued. She looked directly into my eyes. ‘You said you wanted to be my boyfriend. Well I can’t think of anything I’d like better. Now, enough talk, I want you to make love to me.’

She held out her hand and led me to her bed.

I might have become a man that afternoon in terms of maturity, but sexually I was still very much a beginner, although very keen to learn. I was told to stand still whilst Rachel slowly undressed me. Both previous times my clothes had disappeared in a hurry, but this time apart from my coat everything was done very leisurely, with Rachel touching, stroking and kissing my naked flesh at is gradually exposed. It felt fabulous, especially when she was kissing my nipples. The last piece of clothing exposed my very erect cock, which Rachel, kneeling in front of me, took in her hand and started caressing, just as she’d done to the rest of my body. When she leaned over and started kissing my shaft, running her tongue up and down, I truly thought I’d found heaven. I knew I was wrong when her mouth engulfed my cock, I wasn’t sure my brain could cope with so much stimulus. It managed.

Needless to say, it was only minutes before I felt the familiar tingling that signalled my rapidly approaching climax. Some instinctive bell told me to warn Rachel. She paid no heed, just carried on sucking and moving her mouth up and down my shaft. I held her head as I let out some prehistoric grunts and emptied my load into her mouth; still she continued sucking until every drop I could produce had been devoured. My legs turned to jelly and I had to sit on the bed. When I looked at her, the grin on her face was so knowing.

‘Enjoy that did we?’ She asked.

‘Ughh!’ I grunted whilst nodding rapidly.

She laughed. ‘See, spoiling me brings its rewards.’

Finally recovering the ability to speak I said. ‘Well! That’s half my salary gone on flowers then!’

Her laughter continued. ‘That good eh?’ She asked, rather pointlessly I thought. ‘Got your sea legs back yet?’

I nodded. ‘Good! Its my turn now.’ She said.

The thought of undressing her, as she had me, gave me a delightful attack of butterflies.

She was wearing a dark blue lacy blouse, tucked into a black mini skirt. She had nothing on her feet and was wearing no hosiery. I stood up and was just about to go straight to undo the blouse when I thought just how much I had enjoyed the more sedate way she had undressed me. I also had a desperate urge to kiss her, which I gave in to. She came gracefully into my arms as first our lips, and soon after our tongues, met. My left hand started to caress her back, pulling her closer to me. The fact that I was naked and she, fully clothed added an additional erotica. With my right hand I stroked her hair and neck. It wasn’t long before I wanted to feel her breasts, so with deliberate slowness I moved my right hand down towards them; equally I didn’t want to lose contact with her skin so kept my hand touching her. I was surprised to hear her murmur a distinct sound of pleasure as my fingers passed below her ears. I decided that, like Sue, she seemed to like me touching that part of her neck. I decide I could wait a little longer before moving to what I’d assumed was the lesser of her only two erogenous zones. When I was rewarded with definite signs of pleasure, I decided to try kissing there. As soon as my lips touched her neck her hand went to the back of my neck as if to prevent me stopping.

A cry of ‘Oh yes!’ confirmed I was doing something right.

I carried on kissing and fingertip stroking until Rachel pushed my head down to the triangle of skin exposed above her blouse. As I kissed this new bit of anatomy I did move my hand to cover her breast. Another long moan of approval followed.

Suddenly I pulled away and smiled as she opened her eyes to watch me. Deliberately I undid each button on her blouse, my eyes flitting between what I was exposing and her own blue eyes. Discarding the blouse I reached round to unfasten the matching dark blue bra but that’s when reality poked its nose in; I couldn’t undo it. Rachel, instead of the look of disappointment I’d expected, gave me a radiant smile and reached behind and deftly undid it. That quickly followed the blouse to the floor. I held both of her hands as I stood back to admire her. When I’d first seen her breasts I’d been in awe. This time was little different. I cupped her left breast as I lowered my mouth to her right nipple, trying to give her the same sort of thrill I’d had when she kissed mine. An even louder and longer moan told me I’d probably succeeded. Thrilled at the pleasure I seemed to be giving her I doubled my efforts. I tried sucking, then biting, whilst at the time attempting to do the same with my fingers to the other nipple. It was all experimental on my part and I was alert to Rachel’s reactions so as to guide me. It seemed that everything I did was right, though I did notice that some were more right than others.

My back decided that I should move on. With me being almost a foot taller than Rachel, kissing her breasts whilst we were both standing, as delightful as it was, proved just to much for my back. Taking a leaf out of my partner’s book, I knelt down before her and kissed her firm stomach. My butterflies returned ten fold when I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh and started to caress and stroke it. I had intended to take my time, but sorry I was just too impatient. Almost immediately I allowed my hand to reach the top of her legs. Imagine my delight when I felt the hairiness of her naked crotch. She was so wet that my fingers parted her labia with ease. I searched for her entrance and pushed a finger into her. Further loud moans told me to continue.

I knew Rachel wanted me to perform oral sex on her, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I knew she had a clit, Sue had told me about that and what it did, but despite what Sue had shown me I still didn’t know exactly where, or even what it looked like. Until I was right up close to her pussy, I wasn’t even sure that I’d be able to eat her out, as I’d heard it called. However, once I could smell the mustiness of her desire, I couldn’t wait to try. Pushing up her skirt I tried kissing her pussy and was immediately enamoured by what I tasted. Again, though, my size, along with my inexperience made it difficult and Rachel moved away from me. In one swift movement she removed her skirt and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I started to bend over to continue when I was stopped.

‘No David,’ she said huskily, ‘that can wait. Right now I need to feel you inside me.’

Quickly I moved up her body and before I realised it I had entered her, she was so wet. Once again my cock was in a woman and once again the sensations rocked my mind. Fortunately, instinct kept my body moving to satisfy my partner. I was a lot slower than previous, hoping to make it last and trying hard to do what I thought Rachel wanted.

Wrong again, she grabbed my buttocks and used her hands to show me the rhythm she needed, which was hard and fast. Before I knew it Rachel was having an orgasm, urging me on, as she climaxed and only then slowing me down. I continued making love to her with tenderness that I didn’t think possible in such a physical act. When I did feel my own release approaching I had an urge to kiss my beautiful lover; so as my cock emptied my seed into her womb, my tongue plunged into her mouth searching for her own to taste. The kiss continued long after our lovemaking ground to a halt.

When we did come up for breath, we’d rolled onto our sides. My flaccid manhood had been squeezed from her pussy, but our pubes were still pushed up against each other. I straightened up a bit and Rachel snuggled in against my chest, probably the best advantage in our height difference. We remained like that lost in thought for some time. I was sure, judging by her breathing that Rachel fell asleep, but I was too content to try and find out.

I knew she was awake when I felt her lips against my nipples so I kissed her golden locks.

‘I’ve never felt so relaxed with a man. Ever!’ She told my chest. ‘You’re everything I wanted in a man.’ There was a slight pause. ‘Apart from your bloody height that is.’ She grumbled softly, ‘oh, and your age.’ She then giggled to herself. ‘Although I suppose that might have some advantages.’ As she said this I felt her hand wrap around my semi-erect cock (After all I WAS cuddling a naked woman).

Surprising me once more, she turned over so that he back was to me with her knees bent. She reached back and pulled my knees up behind hers, as if she was sitting on my lap. Automatically my arms wrapped around her with both hands gravitating to her breasts, which they squeezed and kneaded before attacking her nipples. Rachel reached between us and took my cock and guided it between her legs and pressed it against her still wet lips. As soon as I was hard enough, which was pretty soon, she guided me into her. The position encouraged a gentle rhythm, which we kept up for a long time. Rachel then took my hand and led it down between her legs. Once there she introduced it to her clit and showed me just how to play that specific instrument of ecstasy. Rachel managed two orgasms in this position, the second so intense that she actually pushed my cock out of her pussy. Once her orgasm had subsided my cock found its way back with no help from either of us. There it remained for a long time, as, strangely, I felt no urgency to come. That came a bit later when I was pushed onto my back and Rachel rode us both to climax and exhaustion.

This time it was me that fell asleep. I woke up, still on my back, with Rachel, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me and stroking my face.

‘You look so young and innocent when you’re asleep.’ Then she grinned. ‘You are so young but I’m not too sure about the innocent bit now though.’

‘I’ve been corrupted by an older woman.’ I complained.

‘You know where the door is.’ She laughed.

‘Actually, I suppose I should be going.’

‘Why? Are you going out?’

‘No! But I thought you were.’ I nodded to the bedside clock, ‘it’s nearly seven o’clock already.’

‘Oh I did have a date for tonight, but I never two time.’

Slow that I am, and I blamed the afternoon’s exertions, I looked puzzled.

Rachel laughed. ‘I have a boyfriend now.’

Had Homer being around at the time I’m sure I’d have said ‘Doh!’

We stayed in bed, talking and kissing, for a few more hours before I finally had to leave, otherwise my mother would have had a search party out for me.

I nodded hello to my parents and immediately went upstairs to my own bed where I slept the sleep of the truly sated.

Fortunately I overslept on Monday morning and had to rush to get to work on time. This gave me little time to contemplate the coming day. Only when I was walking to work did I start asking myself questions. Were Rachel and I now a couple or was she now regretting it? If we were then how did she want us to act at work?

I had my answer when I reached the factory gate and saw her standing waiting for me, with as broad a smile as I can remember seeing.

‘Knowing you, I guessed you’d be having massive doubts about yesterday.’

I nodded nervously.

‘Thought so! So I decided to set you straight. I did a lot of thinking last night.’

‘So you’ve changed your mind.’ I interrupted. ‘Not too…’

She put a finger to my lips. When I’d shut up, she moved her finger and pulled me down to meet her own lips. It was not a long kiss but it said more than words ever could. When she’d finished she took my hand and led me towards the print room.

‘Hope you think I’m worth it?’

‘I know you’re worth it.’ I said with the confidence the kiss had given me, but had to add, ‘although I’m not sure what ‘it’ is.’

Once more I was treated to Rachel’s infectious laugh. ‘You think you’ve been teased before? Take it from me you haven’t seen anything yet, although I reckon I’ll get the most.’

‘Then why tell everyone?’

‘You ashamed of me?’ My look of horror was answer enough.

‘Only joking. I know you’re not and equally I’m not ashamed of you either so we might as well get it over and done with.’

We entered together, and as I’d been late, just about everyone else was already there. Apart from the dark room the print room was one big open space.

‘Ladies!’ Rachel shouted.

Most were still talking about the weekend, the actual working day not started yet, so just about everyone turned to look at her.

‘Knowing how quickly rumours get round in this place,’ she paused for the laughter, ‘I thought it better to state the facts first.’ This got everyone looking puzzled, for, as yet, no gossip about Rachel was known. ‘I now have a new boyfriend and the reason I’m telling you all is that you all know, and I hope like, him.’

‘Who is the lucky man?’ I heard Sandra shout. Similar questions came from various other women. Obviously, that I was standing next to Rachel was purely coincidental, I don’t think anyone in the room considered me a candidate.

Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled me next to her. ‘This is David, the new love of my life.’

There was a brief moment of silence whilst her words sunk in before everyone was either shouting, jeering or laughing.

‘You’re joking!’ ‘Cradle snatcher!’ ‘Fool!’

That was the gist of the comments but a few were slightly more complimentary.

As she had predicted Rachel received most of the, mainly good-humoured, stick that went around that day, although I had my share. I was surprised at, just how many of the women came up and congratulated me; it seemed that Rachel was a lot more popular than even I had imagined. Every time I had to go to the guillotine where Rachel worked, the whole department echoed with oohs and aghs. It was at one of these legitimate meetings that Pam came over and congratulated her friend. She laughed when she asked Rachel; ‘I suppose I won’t be getting my turn with our student?’ It never occurred to me to wonder why the question was aimed at Rachel and not me.

‘No chance!’ She smiled back, ‘and we’d better think of another birthday surprise for Sandra.’

My first session with the said Sandra also brought a shock for me. Whilst we were waiting for the developing chemicals to work their magic, Sandra said with her usual grin. ‘So you were to be my birthday treat?’

I nodded. ‘Do you think you are man enough to seduce me then?’ she enquired.

‘Probably not!’ I admitted, ‘but I’d have tried.’

Nothing else was said until just as we were leaving Sandra, standing right next to me, whispered. You know what. You just might have succeeded.’

Seeing my red face and open-mouthed expression she walked away laughing.

When I told Rachel she only smiled. ‘Not too surprised,’ she commented, ‘Sandra always did know a good thing when she saw it!’

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Slowly he continued entering her until she felt the warm touch of his balls against her open ass. Then he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her, a steady rhythm, a rhythm which she immediately felt was going to bring her to orgasm very quickly, he watched her face as he thrust the full length of his shaft again and again into the depths of her womanhood. It was not long before she saw his expression change and she was sure his cock was getting thicker as he got closer to orgasm.

She knew the signs, she was cumming and this was her first with a cock up inside her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered “I’m cumming”, them she let go all control. She felt him drive his cock deep inside her his balls tight against her convulsing anus. She felt his first jet of semen shoot into her spewing pussy and she felt her first jet of cum spray out past his thick rod and the warm sensation as it ran down her upturned ass. After that she lost track of time, waves of pleasure shot through her as he released stream after stream of thick semen into her, in return her pussy drenched the two of them as her juices escaped uncontrollably from inside her.

Time was lost, it took a long while for them to stop jerking and convulsing. She felt his cock slowly retract from inside her, popping out from her, followed by a stream of his semen mixed with her love juice. They lay quietly together, eventually falling asleep. A long weekend lay ahead, she was now armed with a pussy, which had developed an insatiable hunger for cock, and it was going to be interesting…………