The room seemed to be spinning as the sunlight streamed in through my window
last Saturday morning. I remembered the party but all the things I had done
seemed a blur. I wasn't sure that had been me doing them.
I sat up slowly in my bed, hugging the quilt up to my chest, and looked around
the room. It was still my room, although things had been moving so quickly
in it during the past few weeks, I wasn't sure I was the same woman.
I remembered Jim coming home with me but I was all alone in my room, now.
Wondering where he might be, I got up from the bed and slipped into my robe.
Tightening the belt at my waist, I walked down the hall and into the dining
room. There was no one else in the house. Odd.... I would have thought
he'd stay since he had been so intent on being with me last night.
On the dining room table was a vase with one rose in it. A card was propped
against the base and I opened it, not knowing what surprise to expect this
time.
***
Jody,
Last night was such fun. I hope you enjoyed the mystery and the anticipation.
I hate to be such a cad, but last week was my last at the college. I've
gotten a job back near my home. I just didn't want to leave without finding
out just how exciting you really were under that professional veneer.
Hope you enjoyed it, too. Tell Michael I said thanks for sharing you.
Jim
***
Outraged, I grabbed the vase and threw it across the room! How could I
have been so stupid??? Was I getting that caught up in the fun and games
that I'd jump in bed with just anyone??? Without thinking that my heart would
be involved, as well???? How dare he??? He led me along at the party..
made me think he wanted me.
Well.... he did want me... but just for the night. He never said he was
going to be here in the morning. He never said he was in love with me. He
said all the right things, to endear himself to me, but he never said he
wanted a relationship. He had just said he wanted to approach me for months.
I guess he was waiting for that last night so he could have some fun and
then leave.
But, he sure went to a lot of trouble for one night of fun. He had said
he wanted me in that costume so that the men in the room would be looking
at my breasts and wanting me. Had he just set me up to be drooled over??
And then to take me home and make me want his body even more than I had when
I saw him in those tight Zorro pants??
What an odd man. What an odd woman, I had become, as well. I wondered how
much Michael knew of this. Was he a part of the setup or was he an innocent
pawn??
I was sure I wouldn't know any details until the end of the week. But I
was going to get details, that's for sure.
Sara and I had lunch several times that week and I told her what had happened
between Jim and me at the party and afterwards. She was very sympathetic
and it drew us closer as friends. She revealed that she had met a very nice
couple at the party. They had noticed that she was alone and looking rather
forlorn at such a festive event. After a few drinks, she was confiding in
them that her life had taken some sad turns and they then confided in her
that they were interested in having her visit their home. The wife explained
that she was bi and was finding herself attracted to Sara. The man agreed
that he, too, found her attractive so she followed them home Friday night
and spent the weekend with them. It seems that all parties want this to
be a discreet relationship, but they'd like to spend more time together.
So.... apparently everyone but me was still smiling after Friday night.
This Friday rolled around and I wasn't in much of a mood to babysit a roomful
of computers. I hoped it would be quiet, but about a dozen students came
in to work on research papers due for a History class. They all seemed to
be comfortable using the word processing software, so they weren't much
trouble.
At about 10:30, Michael came in. He quietly went to "his" computer in the
far corner of the room and I could see him peeking up over the monitor at
me every few minutes.
I finally walked over to him and sat down beside him, asking if he was having
any problems with the computer. He just reached down and gently squeezed
my hand.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "I had no idea he was taking off that weekend.
I really thought he wanted to date you and I figured he was more your age,
so it would be better for you to be seeing him than me."
I fought back the tears. I knew this was a tender, understanding young man
who had a lot of love for me hiding deep inside him. I also knew I wanted
to be with him tonight.
I looked at the clock and noticed that we only had 5 more minutes of lab
time. After making a brief announcement to the group, I gathered my materials
and began closing down the lab. The students were quick to leave and I
walked down the hall to my office to pick up a few extra books to take home.
Michael waited patiently by the door and helped me carry things to my car.
He quietly got in the passenger door and we drove home in silence. No words
were needed. We both knew what was going to happen and we both wanted it...
no.... needed it. Jim had played head games with both of us and we had spent
the entire week trying to sort things out in what was left of our minds.
We entered the house and I locked the door behind us; then turned to face
Michael. I kissed him softly on his lips and then held him close to me for
just a moment. I wanted this to be a special night.... one of rekindling
the flames of passion we both started to explore a month ago. I took his
hand and went to the refrigerator. He had a puzzled look until I brought
out a well-chilled bottle of Moët & Chandon champagne.
"Let's celebrate his disappearance," I said. I grabbed two champagne glasses
and slowly led Michael up the stairs. I went into the bathroom and poured
some vanilla scented bath oil into my tub and then began running the warm
water.
Michael opened the bottle and poured the champagne and we toasted Jim's departure.
We toasted Sara's new loves... sick Halloween mysteries..... computer labs....
computers... printers..... We toasted something with each delicious sip
of the champagne. I was thankful I hadn't been angry enough to toss the
unopened bottle across the room after reading Jim's note. It was much too
expensive and scrumptious to waste.
I checked the bath and it was ready for "guests." Michael gently undressed
me and I him. We didn't talk about why we were being so soft and loving
with each other. I guess it was just the mood that had been set as soon
as he held my hand back in the lab. He stepped into the tub and leaned
back while I stepped in and sat down in front of him....
His hands slowly caressed the nape of my neck, down my shoulders, and farther
down my arms. He lifted handfuls of warm silky water and rubbed them over
my skin, soothing my tight muscles, massaging away my tenseness. He reached
down my chest to my breasts and cupped them gently, his hands slowly lifting
warm water up to pour down my chest and then returning to cup my breasts
again and rub them tenderly.
My head rested back on his strong chest. I could hear his heart beating
and feel his steady, even breathing. It was comforting to be in his arms.
It was a quiet, rejuvenating bath. He began rubbing his fingertips along
my shoulders and down my arms, lazily trailing a path of excited nerve endings.
I began to be able to concentrate only on him... only on his movements......
..... and only on his hardening cock pressing into my back as I rested back
against him....
I rolled over in the tub, semi-floating in the water, and faced him. I
leaned toward him and we kissed. Not the tender kiss that I gave him inside
the door, but hotter kisses.... passionate kisses.... nibbling on lips....
dueling tongues.... breathless kisses that spoke of so much more... and I
reached under my suspended body to grasp his hard cock in my hand. He was
growing harder with each kiss. I stroked him and felt him throbbing in my
hand. It felt so good to feel his response to my touch.
His hand reached under me and played with my breasts again. The gentle caresses
almost forgotten, he rubbed them and found my hardening nipples and rolled
them between thumb and forefinger, knowing he was driving me wild. I moved
toward him in the tub and he was able to reach his hand farther down my
body.... past my belly..... down between my thighs. He rubbed the palm of
his hand against me and I instinctively arched my back and let out a small
moan.
He slid a finger between my already swollen lips and found a wetness there
that could not be attributed to the bathwater or the oil. He knew I was ready
for him. We had both been ready when we walked in the door, but this was
so much more intense. We were, by now, only thinking of each other. All
other thoughts of the past couple weeks were buried deep below the desire
we felt for each other right now.
Michael began to roll me over him and we maneuvered until I was on my back
again but he was facing me. I leaned my head against the back of my luxurious
tub and he pulled me up in the water and moved forward so that the head of
his cock was touching the entrance to my aching pussy. I wanted him so badly,
then. He balanced me there and rubbed up and down the insides of my thighs
until he almost touched my pussy before backing away again. I was moaning
and begging him to fill me with his hard cock and he was smiling back at
me.
Finally his fingers touched my lips and pulled them gently apart. My hips
thrust against him and I felt him slide his cock deep inside me as his fingertips
caressed the edges of my lips. His thumbs found their way to either side
of my clit and he stroked my aching bud with them as he stroked his cock
in and out of me. I rolled my nipples with my fingertips as he rubbed my
clit and filled me again and again with his pulsing cock. He was so hard
and I felt his hips push hard against me as my hips began to buck against
him and his thumbs. We both lost ourselves in wave after wave of this orgasm.
He screamed out my name and I remember muttering senseless noises and moaning
until the chaotic thrusting came to an end.
Michael lay down in the water again and held me close. He kissed my face
and my eyelids and my nose and my lips over and over again as if he thought
I might disappear if he didn't lay claim to my floating body. I again felt
the soothing water against my hot skin and rubbed the silkiness over Michael's
back and arms while firmly kissing him.
We helped each other out of the tub and pulled the plug. We wrapped up
in my super jumbo bath towels and then we went into the bedroom and snuggled
up on the bed while the towels absorbed the water. Our legs intertwined,
we softly touched each other with fingertips, playing in the droplets of
water the towel hadn't caught. We loosened the towels and dried each other
off and then crawled under the covers and held each other close.
We drifted off to sleep, knowing that we had again found happiness in each
other's embrace. We would work at sorting everything else out in the morning.