“No,” she cried out.
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“Look at me. Please, who?”
It was a struggle to open her eyes. They felt heavy, weighted down. “Please, Derrick.”
“That’s right, baby. Derrick. And this,” he thrust deeper, his fingers brushing her hymen and the brief pressure made her flinch, “is mine, isn’t it?”
Von wasn’t sure which he was referring to, her virginity or her vagina, but the answer to both was the same. “Yes.”
“Remember that,” he said as he eased his fingers from between her legs. “I gotta go.” He circled his thumb around her clit one last time before pulling away.
“What?” Dazed, she reached for him and he gently brushed her hands away.
“I’ll see myself out. Go to bed and get some rest. Dream of me,” he commanded.
Von remained slumped against the counter, unable to move, trying to figure out what just happened.
An hour later, Von was still twitchy. Masturbating during her shower barely took the edge off. She needed a man, one with a thick, hard dick to satisfy the emptiness Derrick had left inside. She paced the floor of her bedroom, rubbing her arms, willing her body to settle down.
Finally, she threw herself across the bed, forcing her mind to ignore her flesh and think. The phone rang—probably Marketta calling to see how the evening went—but she ignored it. Viewed objectively, she was closer than ever to her goal—making love with Derrick. Tonight he’d taken her to heights she’d never reached before and she desperately wanted more.
She was tired of being wound up and left wanting. Enough was enough. Her plan to seduce Derrick without him realizing it seemed to be slowly working. So, if the sight of her in a simple nightgown left him dreaming of her for a week, what could she wear that would destroy his control? Marketta would say naked was best, but Von wasn’t sure she was ready to be that brazen. But...
She scrambled off the bed and over to her lingerie drawer. On a shopping trip with Marketta she’d purchased a skin toned, sexy shelf bra that lifted the underside of her breast but left them bare, and matching minuscule, sheer g-string panties that gave the illusion of being covered while showing everything. At first glance she should appear to Derrick to be naked. Hopefully, the combination of the two would be enough to snap his control.
It was a bold move on her part. Could she pull it off? Did she have the nerve?
Yes, Von thought, remembering Derrick’s actions tonight. She realized his jealousy of her attention to Sean was a large part of why he did it. It was stupid, since Derrick knew how much she loved him but maybe, as more than one friend had suggested, that was the problem.
Derrick was too sure of her. He took her love, her always being there for him, for granted. They’d urged her more than once to make Derrick jealous by pretending an interest in someone else. To give him a little competition, however unreal, to shake him out of his complacency. Before, Von’s innate honesty wouldn’t allow her to play those types of games, but if the green-eyed monster helped her achieve her objective, maybe it was time she started. She didn’t want to be thirty and still unmarried, and with the way things were going between them, that was a real possibility.
On the other hand, those same friends also suggested that the reason Derrick was so willing to wait until marriage to consummate their relationship was because he had a steady supply of sex on the side. Either that or he was on the down low and using his relationship with her as a cover. She’d disagreed, saying Derrick wasn’t gay or bi-sexual, and would never be unfaithful to her. She tried to explain about him being a minister, a man of honor. They scoffed and called her naïve.
At least Marketta agreed with her. Although her reasoning had nothing to do with Derrick’s faith and everything to do with him being ‘a selfish, uptight religious pig.’
Von sighed, really wishing that the two most important people in her life would get along.
She pulled the taupe set out of the drawer and laid it on the dresser. Her friends would be shocked to know that under the ‘prudish’ attire she normally wore was the sexy lingerie of a siren. After seeing her momma go around half-dressed for most of her life, always on the prowl for her next sugar daddy, Von could appreciate and applaud the modest attire Derrick’s father encouraged the women of their congregation to wear. Her sexy underwear was like a delicious secret she kept from the world at large while satisfying her desire to be sexy and feminine.
Fingering the thong, she considered how to proceed. She needed to shock Derrick, blast through his defenses before he had a chance to erect them. That required the element of surprise. She was certain once he saw her in this, nature would do the rest. After all, like her he had to still be battling with arousal from tonight’s round of foreplay.
Tomorrow. It had to be then. It was her last day off from work so she didn’t have to worry about leaving early. Derrick’s game with Sean was scheduled for noon. By six he should be home alone, ready to wind down and prepare for church on Sunday. The idea of facing her future father-in-law and the other members of their small congregation so soon after having sex with Derrick for the first time made her a little queasy. She quickly squashed the thought, knowing if she dwelt on it for any length of time, she’d lose her nerve.
Take it one day, one hour at a time, she counseled herself. First seduce Derrick. Then deal with the consequences.
Now how to go from dressed to undressed without Derrick noticing? She couldn’t show up and begin to strip. He’d stop her and escort her to the door. Bad enough she was showing up unannounced.
For a moment, she was apprehensive. Derrick really, really disliked her coming by without warning. He said as a minister it reflected badly upon him and the church to have single women in his apartment, even if that woman was his fiancée. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d been to his place, and even then either other people were present or she sat in the car while he ran inside to get some important item he’d forgotten. Once again she questioned the wisdom of her planned actions.
Von chided herself for being a nervous twit. Derrick loved her as much as she loved him. More importantly, his desire for her was as strong as hers for him. There was nothing wrong with them taking their relationship to the next level. He just needed a little nudge. This would work, as long as she planned it right.
So, she needed something quick. Something she could throw off in an instant. That brought to mind flashers, and she shuddered in distaste. Von didn’t want to equate what she was doing with perverted old men baring their indecently exposed bodies to unsuspecting victims.
Then Von remembered overhearing one of the women she worked with telling another how she’d surprised her husband on their anniversary. She’d slipped out of the house dressing in an overcoat and nothing else, rang the doorbell, and when her husband answered the door, flashed him. He’d been stunned and very much appreciative of her efforts.
Von smiled, much preferring the image that brought to mind. But wearing winter gear in the summertime would definitely draw too much attention. Something she wanted to avoid. Not to mention have Derrick thinking she was crazy.
Hmm, she did have a coatdress. It would serve the same purpose and was dressy enough for church service the next morning, eliminating the need to return home early in the morning and change. Additionally, she wouldn’t have to carry an overnight bag. Everything else she needed would fit in her purse. Derrick wouldn’t suspect a thing and by the time he realized what she was up to, it would be too late.