Finally he's going to take me to his apartment, she thought. Since they started dating, Sheri had been curious about how a thirty three year old bachelor lived, and she wasn't at all worried over the idea of being alone with him there. It was simply another opportunity to learn more about him, and therefore men in general.
"Do I have a guarantee that I won't have to do the dishes?" she asked, her voice casual and undisturbed.
"Well…" He acted like he was thinking about it, and he was pleased that she had accepted his dinner plans so readily.
"Say yes or I'll refuse to eat!"
"I have a dishwasher…"
"Male or female?"
"Female of course!"
"O.K. then," she said, and they both laughed. She felt it was going to be an interesting evening, and she relaxed, letting the wind blow her long blonde hair as the car sped down the highway.
It seemed only a few minutes before Ward was pulling up in front of a large apartment house, and she was impressed at how luxurious the building appeared. They got out of the car, and he led her through the archway into a garden courtyard. It was nicely landscaped, and in the middle was an inviting looking and lighted swimming pool. They walked past the pool to the rear of the building, and after climbing a short curving stairway, stood before a single door. Sheri turned around to look out over the courtyard, and she noted that the building was arranged in such a way as to give the illusion that each apartment was separate. She guessed the rent had to be high, and after being ushered inside the apartment, she knew her judgment was correct.
Off to the right of a large entry hall was a spacious living room like she had never seen before in her life. The lush carpeting was almost pure white, and it all seemed to focus on a sunken area in front of a huge stone fireplace. In the center was a low, black table, and it was surrounded by large colorful pillows. The table was already set for a candlelight dinner, and it looked so cozy, she was ready to start eating right then.
Walking through an arched passageway, they were in a kitchen completely equipped with all the modern conveniences, and Ward slipped off his jacket, draping it over a chair. "This is where the magic begins," he said as he pulled up his sleeves to get ready to work.
But certainly not where it ends, she thought, wondering where his bedroom was. She figured it had to be on the opposite side of the entry hall, a distance that would give time for second thoughts in a heated situation, so she guessed he would make his play on the large pillows and plush carpet. Now that she was there in his apartment, she wasn't sure if she would refuse him or not?
"Are you going to do all the cooking?" she asked, noticing the makings of a dinner spread out on a counter.
"Absolutely… been doing it for years," he answered with a wink. "But first we can have a couple of martinis. There's a limit of two, because I have an excellent wine to go with the steaks."
Sheri liked the way he treated her when it came to drinking liquor, and she knew that he thought her older than seventeen. In the beginning, he had believed her to be a young student teacher at the college, and she never bothered to correct his notion. She felt he might be reluctant to take her places she wanted to go if he knew her to be underage, and she was fortunate to look mature enough to avoid questions from bartenders. She had considered telling him her true age on several occasions, but her real reluctance was a fear that he would just stop taking her out. Since he had never tried to ply her with drinks, she didn't see any reason to destroy the good times she had, nor the chance to get away from schoolwork at every possible opportunity. She had a good thing going with no obligations, and she was glad to keep it going as long as she could.
Ward made her take her second martini into the living room as he busied himself with the final preparations for the gourmet dinner. He had music playing on the stereo, and Sheri was glad to make herself comfortable by the table in the sunken area. The large pillows were soft, and as she lay back luxuriously against one, she couldn't help feeling excited. Her first martini had made her feel a warm sensation flowing through her body, and the second one seemed to amplify it tenfold. She seemed to be more aware of her whole body than she had ever been in her life, and the contact with her surroundings was very pleasant. Then the thought occurred to her that she was alone in that alien environment with a man, and there was nothing she could think of to convince herself to say no to him when the proper time came.
She had taken the last sip of her martini when Ward entered the room carrying a large tray, and when she started to jump up to help him with the food, she felt like her blood had suddenly rushed to her head. She had to sit back again to shake the dizziness away, and she was pleased to discover that he hadn't noticed her slightly tipsy condition.
"Sit back and relax. It's prepared to perfection, so we'd better eat it right away," he said as he stepped down into the sunken area with her and placed the tray on the low table.
Sheri was embarrassed by the way such a small amount of liquor had affected her, and she felt she should hide it from him. Seeing the food reminded her that she had skipped lunch that afternoon, and two martinis on an empty stomach had obviously been too much. But the food looked good, and she felt terrifically hungry. Eating, she figured, would help curb the effect of the liquor.
"I have to admit, it certainly does look good," she said seriously, and it tasted good too. With candles on the table glowing with a softly dancing light, they both sat on the pillows eating the rare steak and drinking a good red wine. It didn't dampen Sheri's mood in the least, but rather her reverie increased with each passing moment until she felt herself floating with excited anticipation. It was an uncommon sensation of tantalizing warmth that took control of her mind and body, and when they had finished eating the meal, it seemed perfectly natural for Ward to move slowly in her direction, his mouth moist and slightly open as it met with her lips.
Like a continuing gesture of unique indulgence, the kiss thrilled her to the very depths of her aroused young body. He drove his tongue deep between her parted lips, and she sucked on it as her nerves tingled with growing excitement. In her pulse-quickened state, the dinner had been like foreplay to an extraordinary seduction. The factors behind her stimulation were not important to her at the moment, but instead she knew that she was ready right then and there to resign her body, her virginity, to the older man kissing her so passionately.
In the open space in front of the fireplace, Ward turned her body against his, no longer willing to contain the urgency of his desire. He had set the stage for the seduction of this voluptuous young woman, and now his penis was throbbing with lust. Still kissing her deeply, he moved his hand down over the smooth curve of her buttocks, and pressing hard against the firmly rounded cheeks, he ground his rigid shaft against the softness of her thighs. Her fresh young female scent, her figure, everything about her was sexually exciting, and he was determined to have her sensual young body squirming under him in passion once and for all. Sliding his hand lower, he pushed his fingers in toward the narrow hidden space up between her thighs as his lust-engorged cock throbbed with tremendous pressure.
"Darling," she said, twisting away from his kiss. She put her mouth close to his ear, her warm breath stimulating him even more as she spoke. "Wait, darling, please! I… I want…" Her belly was burning with a passion that grew more intense from thinking about what she had to say. She knew resisting was hopeless, as her own mind and body wanted sexual fulfillment now more completely than ever before. "Undress me, darling!" she exclaimed, partly surprising even herself. "I want to be completely naked when you do it to me."