“It’s weird. You’re closer now than when we’re at school,” he said.
“Do you want to come over?”
He could almost see the smile playing on her lips. “Do you really have to ask?”
“How long?”
“Give me ten minutes.”
No one asked him where he was going.
The walk around the block was short and Henry left footprints like breadcrumbs leading the way home. The snow they’d predicted was just beginning to fall, a light dusting, making the neighborhood lawns sugary in the moonlight. The flakes were big and fat, though, and he caught one on his tongue like a little kid as he took Toni’s front steps two at a time to ring her bell.
He waited, glancing around at the other houses, wondering what her neighbors would say. It was dark, though, the streetlights on. No one around. Safe enough.
“Hey sexy.” She was ready for bed, standing there barefoot, her hair falling all around her shoulders. She wore a silk robe, a red and gold oriental print. “Cold out there?”
“Uh-huh,” he agreed, stepping in and out of the way so she could close the door behind him. “Warm in here, though.”
“Warmer now,” she agreed, turning and putting her arms around his neck, pressing him against the door, her mouth seeking his. He kissed her slowly, lost in the soft exploration of her tongue, her hands already unzipping his jacket, caressing the hard planes of his belly as she pushed up his shirt.
“What, no small talk?” Henry teased, sliding his hands down to cup her ass through the silky material. “Aren’t we going to make popcorn, watch a movie, talk about politics?”
“I voted for Obama,” Toni confessed, sliding her fingers through his belt loops and pulling his pelvis in toward hers. “Do you think I need a spanking?”
“You just might.” He smirked. “You’re probably right-the last time we watched a movie, horrible things happened with butter.”
“Oh, I don’t know if it was so terrible.” Toni led him into the living room by his belt loop and Henry’s cock immediately perked up at her words. He hadn’t caught much of The Last Tango in Paris, considering where Toni’s hand had been the whole time, but he definitely knew Brando had anally raped his little affair on the apartment floor using only butter as a lubricant-and Toni thought, what? That was okay? Was she into that? Now he was curious.
“You want something to drink?” Toni offered, picking up a remote and turning on an iPod unit with it. She had a fire lit in the gas fireplace and it was quite warm. “Coke? Wine?” She lifted her own glass from the fireplace mantel. “Beer?”
“I’m underage,” he snorted. Not that it had ever stopped him before.
“Don’t remind me.” She laughed.
“Nah, I’m good,” he assured her, flopping down onto the couch. It was white, just like the carpet, and he thought it was a good thing they never had kids. Or maybe they had nice things because there were never any kids around to ruin them. It was sparsely furnished, just the couch and a table with a lamp-no television. Must not have had room for this stuff in her apartment, he thought.
“Yes, you are,” she teased. “Very good.”
She was watching him with hungry eyes. He knew that expression. Sometimes it would come over her in the middle of a tutoring session. He would catch her gaze moving down to the crotch of his jeans, that soft, dreamy look on her face. And the minute his eyes met hers, they turned greedy.
“Come here.” He patted the couch beside him and she made her way over, slow, sexy, that smile curled at the corner of her mouth. As she walked, she undid her robe, letting the silky material fall open. She was wearing a white see-through teddy underneath and panties to match. He could see her nipples and the dark triangle of her pubic hair.
“Mmmm.” Henry’s hand moved down over the crotch of his jeans, adjusting. With his other, he reached for her, catching the elastic edge of her panties. “Gimme.”
“Greedy boy.” She gently shoved his hand away, but damn, she was so hard to resist, the way her hips moved like that. “Don’t touch.”
She used the remote to turn up the iPod and then tossed it next to him on the couch. It was some blues song, nothing he recognized, but it had a steady beat that her hips seemed to sway to all on their own.
“God,” he breathed as she gyrated slowly between his thighs, lifting her long dark hair and letting it fall, dropping her robe off one shoulder, then the next. “You’re beautiful.”
She turned her back on him, letting her robe drop to her waist, then bending over as she let it slip over her ass and to the floor. Her panties were completely see-through-he could see the dark patch of her pubic hair-and wet. Already so wet. She slapped his hand away playfully again when he reached to touch her, so he decided to touch himself instead, unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock.
She gave him an appreciative look as he began to stroke it, but she clearly wasn’t done with her show. Her hands moved up her belly to cup her breasts through the see-through material. They were heavy and full without a bra, her nipples poking out nicely, and she teased them with the tips of her fingers.
The music changed, this song slower, and she held her hand out to him. He stood, shuffling forward before realizing his pants were around his knees. He went to take them off, but she sank to the floor before he got the chance, working them down, along with his boxers. He gaped as she slithered back up him like a snake, her cheek brushing against his crotch, her breasts sliding over his belly, her tongue tracing over his collarbone and finally touching his as they kissed.
“Dance with me,” she murmured, sliding her arms around his neck. Henry hadn’t danced with a girl since prom, and although he’d probably had a hard-on at the time, it certainly hadn’t been this exposed. Still, he put his hands at her waist, and discovered he didn’t have to do much anyway. Toni was doing all the dancing, writhing in his arms as they continued to kiss.
“Off,” she insisted, pushing his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head. Now he was completely naked. She had that greedy look again, her hands moving all over his skin-shoulders, arms, belly-and then reaching down to cup his balls and grab hold of his hard cock.
He moaned softly as she began to stroke it, nice and easy, in time to both the music and her hips. It was sexy as hell. When she sank slowly down onto the white carpet to take him into her mouth, there was a moment his knees wanted to buckle, but he grabbed a handful of her hair instead, biting his lip and closing his eyes against complete collapse. She wasn’t at it long, thank god, before she pulled him down to the rug, making him stretch out on his back before climbing on top of him.
His cock pointed straight up the ceiling and he had no idea what she was doing to it-although whatever it was, it felt fucking fantastic-because she had straddled his face, the see-through crotch of her panties poised directly over his mouth. He couldn’t resist, but when he went to take them off, or even pull them aside, she protested.
“Can I at least lick you through them?” he begged, his hips rocking in time with the gentle pull of her mouth.
“Okay,” she relented, her mouth full, and he pressed his tongue flat, working the crotch of her panties between her swollen lips, making the material even wetter with his saliva. She didn’t let him do that long either, though, turning around and straddling his hips this time.
“Well now you’ve got to take them off,” he teased as she ground her pelvis, his cock trapped between them. But she proved him wrong. The crotch of her panties slipped between her pussy lips and was growing ever wetter. She just positioned her swollen lips around his cock, undulating still, the sensitive head of his dick slipping again and again through that crevasse.