The Nick Of Time. San Culberson
lips as I was anticipating, he brushed his tongue slowly across my forehead. The thumping became a shiver. I felt smooth lips on my eyelids and across my cheeks. His tongue moved lightly down the center of my nose before he pushed it firmly between my lips.
I heard myself moaning as his tongue moved alongside mine. He caught my hair in his hands and pulled me deeper into the kiss. I wanted to move my body closer, but there was no more room between us. The kiss was absolutely delicious. His hands massaged my scalp, intensifying the feelings that were building in me. I couldn’t touch him because my arms were frozen at my sides.
When he ended the kiss and moved back slightly to look at me I didn’t say anything, but I was thinking, Oh my God! He smiled at me and moved his hands to my hips. “That was a good idea. Now take me to your bedroom.”
He followed me to my bedroom, and I didn’t care about the unmade bed or the discarded outfits on the floor. I stood in front of him unsure about what to do. I knew what we were going to do, but I was unsure about how to get the real stuff going; fortunately for both of us, he wasn’t.
He bent his head slightly and slid his hands through the slit in my dress and up to the narrow string on the side of my thong panties. He pulled the little bit of silk down my thighs with confidence. I helped him out by lifting my feet slightly and kicking the panties away from us.
He laughed and I looked down to see what at. “Great aim.” I followed his eyes to where my panties had landed on the bedpost. “I bet you throw a mean horseshoe.” I was amused myself, a little embarrassed, but amused. Well, to be totally honest, I wasn’t embarrassed or amused…I was incredibly horny.
“I haven’t done it in a while, but I’m sure I could if I had to.” I responded to his remark about the horseshoe.
“What do you mean by ‘it’?” He had started running his fingers lightly across my butt and thighs.
“I mean it’s been a long time since I’ve thrown a horseshoe.”
“Is ‘throwing a horseshoe’ a euphemism for sex?” The lighting was dim in the room, but I saw the teasing light in his eye.
“Not in my universe.” I put my hands on the side of his face and tried to move his lips back to mine, but he wouldn’t let me.
“How long has it been since you’ve made love?” The sound of his voice appealed to me, but I wanted all conversation to cease.
“It doesn’t matter how long it’s been…all that matters is that I’m ready right now.” I looked him in the eye, and this time he didn’t resist when I pulled his face into mine for another kiss. As we kissed I felt him backing me up toward the bed. When my calves bumped the side rail I broke the kiss and sat down. He stood over me and pulled the dress that was resting around my waist over my head. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, but he stopped me.
“Let me do that.” He moved my hands and uncovered my breast. The bra joined the panties on the bedpost. His eyes lingered on my body for a long time. My shoulders, the breast that he had just exposed, my stomach…
He parted my thighs to get a closer look at what was hidden between them before he looked back at me.
“You’re beautiful.” Okay, a little conversation wasn’t so bad.
“Thank you.” I took advantage of his position and started to unbutton his shirt. My fingers got tangled in the lush hairs that covered his pecks and tapered down toward his navel. His shoulders were so broad and so hard, I insisted on seeing the rest of him. “No fair, you still have all of your clothes on and I am completely exposed.” I pressed on his shoulders, urging him to stand up and join me in the buff. He stood up and took off his shirt.
I held my breath when he started to unbuckle his belt. Anticipaaaation. It had been a year for me, and I was hoping for something…special. When his pants dropped to the floor I sighed and my lips turned up into a smile. JACKPOT! He moved closer to me and I put my hand out to stroke the object of my admiration.
“Nice dick. I hope you know how to use it.” I also hoped that my words were a challenge to him. He laughed and pulled me from the bed so that our bodies melted together.
“I think I have the hang of it. I’m guessing I could probably make you cry.”
“You could try.” I turned my head to the side to let him nibble on my neck.
“I’m also guessing that I’m not going to have to work too hard.” One of his hands stroked the wetness between my legs. He probed with one finger and then two. A moan escaped me and I let my head fall on his chest. “Not too hard at all.”
I moved away from him, reluctantly, and took the silver box from my nightstand that held condoms and some other things that a single woman should have on hand. I thought it would be kinda sexy to open the condom and put it on him with my mouth like I had seen a woman do in a movie once, but I had never done that before and I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
I tossed the condom on the bed and stood behind him, kissing his back and massaging his shoulders as he put it on. When he was done, he grabbed my arms and pulled me in front of him. He kissed me on the side of my face before taking my face in his hands. “If there’s anything in particular I need to do to please you, tell me. And when we get to the point where you become speechless…and you will…just guide me.” We laughed together as we fell back onto the bed and into each other.
He didn’t make me cry, but he did make my eyes water.
CHAPTER 4
I spent most of the next day luxuriating in my crinkled, wrinkled sex sheets. A girl tends to do that when she hasn’t had any for over 365 days. Oh my God, I could hardly believe that I had actually done it, and that it was good enough to keep me smiling until Nicole came over with my lottery tickets from the party.
While we searched casually for my million-dollar ticket, she commented on my good spirits. “That party was a good idea. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you so relaxed.” I debated for a second about whether to let her in on my secret. I would bet my yet to be found million dollars that she wouldn’t approve of my sexcapade. Nicole tended to be a little conservative, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
“It wasn’t just the party, girl.” The coin that she was using to “scratch off” was still in the air when she looked at me suspiciously.
“What are you talking about, Fee?” I scrunched my face up like it was going to hurt me to say what I was about to say.
“Well, when I got in the cab I realized that I had left the heel of my sandal in the club, so I had the driver take me back to get it, and that guy was still there.”
“What guy?”
“The guy who caught me when I was falling off the table.” Nicole’s eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together gleefully.
“Oh my God! He was gorgeous! Did you make a date with him? You gave him your number? What?” She was genuinely excited for me. Nicole had been saying for months that I needed to get out there. But of course, I knew what happened the night before was not exactly what she meant; in fact, it wasn’t at all what she meant. She meant that I should get out and meet men, get to know a man.
Nicole refused to accept the fact that the last thing I wanted to do was get to know a man. I knew everything that I needed to know about men: They were all the same. I almost regretted bringing it up, but who else was I going to tell?
“We had sex!” I blurted out, then held my hands protectively over my head as if she was going to hit me.
“What!” It was not a question, it was an expression of horror. I lifted my hands and looked at her as contritely as I could.
“Well…I needed a ride.” In more ways than one…ba da boom! “We had a great conversation on the way over, and well…it just happened.” Liar, liar pants on fire. I couldn’t tell her the whole truth; it had been a carefully