“Of course. Gimme a sec,” I added to Terri, “I’ll come get you.”
“Thank you. And thanks for inviting me,” she said to Christy. “Your art is amazing. So lifelike and beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
I hopped out and gave them time to finish their goodbyes. Then I opened the passenger door and helped Terri out. Christy waved and said goodnight again.
I followed Terri up the flight of stairs and waited as she retrieved her key from her small purse. She unlocked the door and pulled me inside after her.
“What—?”
“Your jacket,” she said. “I almost forgot.”
She set her purse on the small kitchen table. She held my eyes and deliberately dropped the jacket to the floor.
Our lips met in a kiss that had been building all night, and our breathing turned heavy. After a moment she drew my hand to her breast. I squeezed gently and felt her nipple through the thin fabric.
She kissed me with renewed urgency. Then she moaned and pulled her dress aside to expose her breast. She pressed my hand to it. Her skin was warm and soft, her flesh firm. Her nipple stiffened under my palm, and she moaned as I squeezed it.
“No, don’t,” she panted. “We can’t. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She pulled my hand from her breast, although she didn’t cover it.
“Let me tell Christy,” I begged.
“No.”
“You don’t have to do anything with her.”
She shook her head. “I’m not like that.”
“She likes to watch.”
“I know. She told me. She told me about this too.” She caressed my hard-on through my trousers. “I wish we could. I really want to. But…”
“Seriously,” I said. “Let me tell her.”
She ignored me and continued rubbing my shaft. “Will you think of me? While you’re gone?”
“Of course. But—”
“I wish we had more time.”
“We have all the time in the world, if only—”
“No. But… I want you to know.” She gazed up at me and squeezed my dick for emphasis. “I know what you like. I like doing it. It makes me wet. And… I don’t have a gag reflex.”
I stared.
“I can take it all the way. Down my throat. Think about it, while you’re gone. And when you come back… who knows?” She broke off and glanced at the door. “But now you’d better go. I don’t want you to, but…”
“Let Christy join us,” I pleaded. “She won’t touch you, I swear.”
“No. I don’t want an audience. Only you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.” She looked at the open door again. “You’d better go.” She kissed me, lingering and full of heat, before she slipped from my arms.
My eyes immediately went to her exposed breast. It was round and full, with a small, tan nipple. She touched the other one and pulled the dress aside. Her bare breasts rose and fell with her breathing for a dozen heartbeats.
She eventually slid the halter back into place and covered herself. Then she bent and retrieved my jacket.
I stepped toward her, but she backed away. She held out the jacket as a barrier between us.
“Go. Please,” she said. “Before I lose my nerve.”
I nodded reluctantly. Then I took my jacket and looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I repeated.
“Yes.”
I paused in the doorway, in case she changed her mind, but she didn’t. So I pulled it closed and felt a chill as the adrenaline stopped pumping. After a moment I shook off my disappointment. I looked down at the Cruiser, and Christy gazed up at me from the passenger window. I jogged down the stairs. She waited until I climbed in and closed the door.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I lied.
“Only… you were up there for a long time.”
“Just gimme a sec. I’ll tell you, but I need to sort it out in my head first.”
She nodded, although her curiosity bubbled just beneath the surface. After a moment she scooted toward me and touched my thigh. Her hand slid higher, and her fingers caressed my hard-on, which hadn’t softened a bit.
“Let’s go home,” she said.
* * *
An hour later I rolled to my back and gasped like a landed fish. My dick felt cold without Christy’s silky heat, and it slowly softened as the blood left it and returned to the big head.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy panted. “I don’t think I can move.”
I swallowed to moisten my mouth. “Sorry.”
“Mmm, don’t be.” She found a reserve of energy, rolled toward me, and slid her leg over mine. Her skin was warm and smooth. She planted a kiss on my chest and then heaved a sigh. “You need to flirt with Terri more often.”
“You say that now…,” I accused.
She shivered with an aftershock. “No, I’m serious. I get so worked up thinking about you and her. I came, like, a million times. I’m still tingling.”
“Good.”
She fell silent for nearly a minute. “Are you ready to tell me?” she asked. “I think I know, but…”
“Yeah. Gimme a sec.”
“Take your time. We have the rest of our lives.” She laughed, soft and breathy. “That’s still the worst line ever.”
“So sue me.”
“I’d rather use you instead.” She cupped my balls and caressed them. “When you’re ready.”
“Gonna be a while.”
“Mmm, I know,” she said languidly. “I’m full of confidence. Two big doses. I can still feel it inside me, all hot and slippery. But I need more. Always.”
“You’re insatiable,” I chuckled.
“But only for you.” She pushed herself up and propped her cheek on her fist. “Now, tell me about Terri. You’re stalling.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why?”
“I… don’t know. You probably know most of what happened.”
“Mr. Big told me. But I still want details.”
“Okay. Here goes…”
She listened intently as I told her everything. She kept silent when I finished, and I began to worry.
“Well?” I said at last. “What do you think?”
“I think I hate her.”
My eyebrows flew up.
“Not really, but sort of.”
“Why? I thought—”
“It isn’t fair. That she looks like she does and doesn’t have a gag reflex!”
I burst out laughing, more a release of tension than anything else.
“You don’t understand,” Christy pouted. “I can’t change how I look, but I had to work really hard to learn to deep throat. It’s taken me… what? Six months?”
“More like two,” I chuckled.
“You know what I mean. That’s a long time. And she can just do it? It isn’t fair,” she insisted. “Some girls have all the luck.”
“She doesn’t have me.”
“You aren’t a consolation prize. You’re my boyfriend. My future husband.”
“True.”
“And I love you very much. But I’m still jealous. Of her, I mean.”
“Don’t be.”
“I know. I shouldn’t be, but…” She shrugged. “I don’t think you understand how hard I work to keep you interested.”
“I understand. And for the record, I work pretty hard to keep you interested.”
“I know. And thank you. But… still. No gag reflex? Ugh!” She sulked for a moment. “I’m not even upset that she doesn’t want to let me watch.”
“Then what are you upset about?”
“Nothing, I suppose. Well, maybe the gag reflex,” she admitted. “And her breasts. They’re amazing, aren’t they?”
“Pretty amazing,” I agreed.
She flopped to her back and sighed. “I suppose I’m upset that she doesn’t like girls. What’s the matter? I’m not cute enough?”
“You’re pretty cute. You just don’t have the right parts.”
“I don’t have a penis, you mean. What’s the punchline of that joke?” she mused. “With one of these, I can get as many of those as I want?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “But how d’you know that joke?”