We kissed them goodbye and sent them on their way.
“I love Wren,” Trip said as we watched them go, “but her spending habits are gonna change once we’re married. Big time.”
“Um… careful with that,” I said. “Compromise, remember?”
“You’re gonna have problems of your own,” he said. “Christy’s even worse. At least Wren actually listens when we talk about money. Christy doesn’t seem to have a clue.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to realize that.”
“Aw, hell,” he said, “I don’t know what we’re complaining about. It’s just money. We can make more. Women like Wren and Christy don’t come along every day.”
“You got that right!”
Trip and Wren went on a date that evening, “to a real steakhouse, for meat from a cow,” as he put it. The door had barely closed behind them when Christy bounced and grinned at me.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said, “an early Christmas present.”
“Oh? Something you bought today?”
“Sort of, but not really.”
“Okay.”
“You have to promise to wait here, though. You’ll spoil it if you come upstairs.”
I arched an eyebrow, but she didn’t give in.
“Promise me. Okay? You have to stay down here until I call you.”
“I promise.”
She grinned and kissed me before she scampered upstairs. I thought I knew what she was up to, and the water hammer confirmed it about five minutes later. It rattled every time someone turned on the water upstairs, which meant that Christy probably wanted a hot bath. Still, I cooled my heels with my book for nearly an hour before she called down from the top of the stairs.
“Give me two minutes and then come up, okay?”
“Will do,” I called back. I knew her sense of time, so I gave her ten.
“Ready or not,” I yelled up, “here I come!”
I peeked in the bathroom (a small mess) and then her bedroom (a larger one) before I reached my own bedroom door. I wasn’t entirely prepared for what I saw.
The lights were off, but Christy had lit a dozen candles around the room.
She half-reclined on my bed, like Canova’s Pauline on her divan. She’d done her hair and makeup, although I couldn’t be sure in the candlelight.
My eyes traveled lower, to where her dark nipples showed through the openings in a peekaboo bra. Her panties were crotchless, although I couldn’t really see anything more because of her position. She was wearing a dark garter belt, light-colored stockings, and high heels the same shade as the garters. I smiled and wondered how long she’d had the shoes before she’d found the outfit to match.
“Don’t laugh,” she said nervously.
“D’you hear that?” I said to my jeans-covered penis. “Laugh and you’ll
be in solitary confinement. Got it?” I nodded and imagined his reply. “He says ‘got it.’”
Christy rolled her eyes.
“He also says he likes your outfit.”
“This was so much sexier in my head,” she said.
“Sorry,” I said quickly. I sat on the bed and rested my hand on her thigh.
“You look amazing! Very sexy. I was speechless. Then I realized you were nervous, so I thought I’d make you laugh. I probably should’ve—”
“No, it’s okay. I am nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You’re doing fine. To be honest, I’m a little nervous too. That’s why I tried to make a joke.”
“I thought—? I mean—? Didn’t you—?” She took a deep breath and composed herself. “I should stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Worrying about your ex-girlfriends. You chose me over them.”
“I did. I do.”
She caught the emphasis and smiled. “You’re going to make me all tingly inside.”
“I was hoping to make you hot and slippery.”
“That too.” All of a sudden she screwed up her face in annoyance. “Why do you talk so much? You’re supposed to be ravishing me, not chatting!”
I stood.
She sat forward anxiously. “I’m sorry! I didn’t—”
“It’s okay. I’m not upset. But you want me to ravish you, right?”
“Yes, please.”
“And you like it when I tell you what to do.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So… lie back and spread your legs.”
She did, although she hesitated and had to work up her courage before she uncrossed her ankles and very deliberately planted her heels about two feet apart.
“Wider.”
Three feet.
I felt a flare of arousal as I realized she’d shaved her pussy. Her crotchless panties made it obvious. “All the way,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse with emotion.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled up her knees
until her thighs were wide open.
“Much better. Now touch your pussy.” I started taking off my own clothes. “Spread it open. Use your fingers. Show me.”
My hard-on sprang up as I pushed my jeans and boxers down. The movement immediately drew her eyes.
“You like my cock, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I like it… your cock.”
“You aren’t ready for it, though.”
Her eyes hinted.
“Uh-uh. Not tonight. Not unless you ask. Out loud,” I added. “But don’t worry. You’re going to swallow plenty of semen.”
She moistened her lips and her expression brightened.
“Tell me about your surprise.”
“The lingerie. And…”
“And…?”
“I shaved.”
“Did you like it?”
“Mmm, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”
“Doing what?”
“A-anything you want.”
“Show me what you want,” I said. “Play with yourself.”
She hesitated.
“Do it,” I said sternly.
She jumped as if I’d pinched her, although her expression showed excitement. She lubricated a finger along her channel, and I caught a glimmer of moisture as she began rubbing her hidden clit.
“That’s it,” I told her. “That’s a good girl.”
She glanced up.
“Mmm hmm, good girls like sex too.”
She compressed her lips and nodded.
I sat next to her on the bed so I could see better. “You like me watching, don’t you?”
She nodded again, a little jerkily, as if she didn’t want to admit it.
Her smooth pussy showed through the opening in her panties. Her labia were small, like the rest of her, and pink with arousal. I reached between her
legs and touched her. She was hot and slippery all right.
“Don’t stop playing with yourself.” I slowly pushed a finger inside. She gasped and closed her eyes as I began moving it within her. She whimpered when I pulled it out, but started sucking as soon as I touched it to her lips.
“You like the taste of yourself, don’t you?”
She nodded and pulled my finger deeper into her mouth.
“And you like sucking. Anything.”
Another nod.
“Nipples…? Clits…?”
“Mmm.”
“And best of all…?”
She released my finger and panted.
“Tell me. Say it.”
“Penis.”
“Uh-uh. Use the naughty word.”
“Cock.”
“What about it?
“I like sucking them— it… sucking cock. Oh my gosh!”
Her nostrils flared as she arched her back. She was getting close, so I returned my finger to her pussy.
“You want to suck mine, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“All you have to do is say it.”
“I— unh!”
She arched her back again, and her pussy gripped my finger. Her face and chest were flushed with arousal and exertion. She let out a long squeak of pleasure when I crooked my finger and pressed her G-spot. Her own fingers bore down on her clit and vibrated frantically.
Fifteen seconds later she tensed and froze as the climax crashed over her.
She silently rode the wave of pleasure until it receded. Then she collapsed against the pillows, and her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. I watched her for a moment before I withdrew my finger.