The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Twenty-six

I awoke early.  Sherri and I had rolled apart in the night and somehow she’d ended up with all the covers.  I tugged at the edge of the blanket, but it was twisted around her and it looked like I’d have to wake her to get them straightened out.  Despite my recent assertiveness, that seemed like more than was called for.  I could always get another blanket out of the closet, after all.

I carefully slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.  On the way back, I glanced at the clock.  It was seven in the morning; not as early as I’d thought.  I would have been getting up about now to cook, if Sherri hadn’t arrived early.

I quickly dismissed the idea of starting to cook anyway.  The banging would awaken her, and she needed the sleep.  Once again, I didn’t think she was telling me everything, but in this case I could let it slide.  Whatever else had happened with her client could remain between them.

But still… to have insisted when he knew.  True, he might not have known why she wouldn’t do incest fantasies, but even then….

I snorted.  I could hardly condemn him, could I?  After all, Sharon had asked me not to push beyond photos, and hadn’t I done that?  Blatantly, when I yelled at her in the bedroom.  Subtly, before that.  I’d been selfish, extremely selfish.

Maybe the old man had been right.  Young people were always selfish.

I finished in the bathroom and slipped into my bedroom.  Sherri still slumbered in the living room, undisturbed by the noise I’d made so far.  I wanted to take a walk, but it was too cold, and besides, I didn’t want Sherri to wake up to an empty apartment.  Nonetheless, I slipped on some sweats, as quietly as I could.  Maybe I could read or get on the computer while I waited for her to stir.  Of course, that could be a while.  She’d certainly had a hectic night.

I mulled over her story as I settled into my chair in front of my computer.  Her client had certainly screwed up, and I suspected that, because he was just a client, he was through.  If he’d been a friend or a lover, Sherri might be more willing to forgive him.  If he was truly remorseful.

At least I hoped so, for it gave me hope for my own situation.  If I truly apologized to Tina and Sharon, maybe things would be okay.  Maybe.

But I couldn’t count on it, and I’d probably only get one shot.  I sighed.  It looked like another exercise in picking my words carefully.  Maybe this time, I could do it for the right reasons.

I started thinking about what the right words might be, and then I realized that I’d better write them down.  I’d probably get too nervous and start fumbling if I tried to do them in person or over the phone.  Not that either woman would talk to me on the phone anyway.

And if I was going to write them down, I should probably have someone read them over first.  I snorted, thinking of Sherri in the next room.  Wasn’t that one of the things I wanted from her?

I pushed away from the computer, pulled out some paper, and started writing.

An unknown time later, the sound of the toilet flushing disturbed me from my trance.  My brain was wrapped around a particularly challenging clause, so I decided to finish it before going to check on Sherri.  In the end, I didn’t have to, as she knocked quietly on the bedroom door just as I completed the first letter.

“Come in,” I called.

Sherri opened the door and stuck her head in.  “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said.  “I woke up early, and decided to work on my apology letters while you slept.”

“Oh.  Can I see?”

“I was hoping you would.”

I pushed back from the desk as she came in.  She was nude, which I was beginning to suspect was her normal state of dress.  I let my eyes linger as she approached, and leaned over my shoulder to read.  I blinked and my eyes followed hers.  Having been so wrapped up in choosing my words sentence by sentence, I wasn’t sure if it held together.  I decided to read along.

Dear Tina,

I’m sorry.

You are an incredible woman and you deserve better than how I’ve treated you.  I’m ashamed of myself.

When we first started dating, I could only see your age and your roots in Arizona—a state I was trying to flee.  But you’re smart, beautiful, fun, and incredibly grounded.  When I step back and truly look, I see an incredible woman who is more than I ever deserved.  Certainly you are more than I deserve now.

I screwed up badly.  I didn’t talk to you enough and I didn’t share my heart.  I can only say that I was afraid, and I let that fear dominate my decisions.  I should have told you about the pictures earlier.  I should have told you about my desires and frustrations with Sharon.  I should have told you about my feelings for you.

For you were right.  Our love would have been enough to get through things, if I’d chosen love instead of fear, frustration, and anger.

I’m sorry.

                                                            Joe

“You’ve used the word ‘incredible’ three times in the first two paragraphs,” Sherri said, “and you should cut the last sentence of the second paragraph.  It sounds too whiny.”

“Which one?” I said, leaning forward.

“‘Certainly you are more than I deserve now.’  That’s for her to decide.  Besides, if she is more than you deserve, why should she get back together with you?”

“Huh.  I see your point.”

“You also might try ‘get us through’ rather than ‘get through things.’  It’s more poetic.”

I snorted softly.  “Poetry, Shakespeare, the Bible.  You are a constant surprise.”

She grinned.  “I try.”

“Well,” I said, “speaking of surprises, how hungry are you?”

“A little.  But not much.”

I nodded.  “I’d better get cooking before you do get hungry.”  I stood up.  “You’re welcome to hang out in the kitchen while I cook.”

She nodded and followed me into the other room.

“So when did you study Shakespeare?” I asked as I started getting out pans and mixing bowls and ingredients.

“In college,” she said.  “I had this great professor.”

“Really?  Me too.”

We swapped college stories while I whisked eggs and slowly melted butter for the asparagus and mushrooms.  Sherri’s eyes lit up when I retrieved the crabmeat from the fridge.

“That’s real crab?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I said.  “Got to earn my counseling time.”

Sherri raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“Look,” I said, “I know that you spent all that time with me for free because you thought I was suicidal.  And I know you might not have come over here this morning if you hadn’t had to be out of your apartment anyway.”

She pursed her lips, her eyes amused.

“So,” I continued, “I figure that if you really like breakfast, you might come back again.”

“I might come back anyway.”

I raised my eyebrows, but didn’t have a chance to study her face because the pan on the stove needed my attention.

“Well, I have to admit I’m curious,” she said.  “About how things are going to come out.  It’s hard to not be, having listened this long.”

“I’m curious too.”  I scooped the asparagus out of the pan and started the eggs.  I wasn’t confident I’d be able to flip the omelet, but if some crab leaked out, it wouldn’t be a problem.  Meanwhile, I needed to get the bacon started….

“Wait a minute,” I said, “you might come back even without me cooking?”

“Well, your cooking does help,” she said, her eyes twinkling.  “But it also makes me curious about the woman who taught you.”

“You’d like her,” I said.  “She’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

“I hope so.”

“So,” I said, as the bacon sizzled, “I can pay you by feeding you breakfast?”

“Mmm.  You can fix me breakfast,” she said, “but just when it’s convenient for me to come over.”

“Well, of course.  Although I hope I can ask from time to time.”

“You can, if you’re willing to accept ‘no’ if I’m busy.  That’s the difference between being paid and doing it for free.  If it’s when I want, it’s a gift, but if it’s on demand, you’ll have to pay me.”

I nodded.  “I think I get it.”  I paused to flip the eggs, and marveled quietly that I succeeded in not scattering them across the stove.  “But then… how do I be assertive with you?  If we’re only getting together on your schedule?”

“We’ve always gotten together on my schedule.  If you want something, just ask.  If I’m not free when you want, call the agency.”

I nodded.  “Well, what I want right now is for you to take a seat at the table.”

“With pleasure.”

I plated the omelets, bacon, muffins, and added some sliced kiwi.  Sherri waited patiently while I quickly set the table and then joined her.

“Bon appétit,” I said as I slid into my own chair.

Sherri smiled and then took a bite.  She almost glowed as she chewed.  After she’d swallowed, she dabbed the corners of her mouth.

“This is wonderful,” she said.  “I’m glad I accepted.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So,” she said, between bites, “you’ve written a letter for Tina.  Then what?”

“I send it,” I said.  “Then I wait.  It’ll be at least two weeks before I can expect a reply, but later wouldn’t surprise me either.”

“Assuming you get one at all.”

“Yeah.  Assuming I get one.”  I frowned.  I didn’t like that thought, but I had to accept that.

“And what about Sharon?”

I paused, chewing my food slowly while I thought.  “I’ll write her too.  I’m just not as sure what I’ll say.”

“What do you want to say?”

“I really don’t know,” I said with a frown.  “It’s not a case of figuring out the words, because I’m not even sure of what I want.”

“Did you make a list?”

“Not formally,” I said.  “I mean, I want our friendship back.  I want to be able to talk to her on the phone and hang out together.  I want to hear how her life is and I want to tell her about mine.  But I also want to, well, fuck really is the right word.  I’m too angry at her for it to be ‘making love’ or anything like that.  I just want to bend her over and fuck her hard.”

Sherri’s eyes grew cold.

“Consensually,” I hastened to add.  “I don’t actually want to hurt her.  I’m just so… so….”

“Angry?”

I nodded.  “And frustrated.”  I bit my lip.  “I mean, I know I’m not innocent, but she was the one that started the photos, and she was the one that blew me.  It’s not all my fault!”

“It’s okay to get mad,” Sherri said.  “I won’t mind.”

I stared at her.

“It’ll be good for you,” she said, before taking another sip of coffee.

I swallowed hard, and then realized she was right.  I’d bottled things up too long, and they’d finally blown at the worst possible moment: when Tina was in the other room.  Slowly I nodded.

“Well,” I said.  “I’m pissed that she tells me to move on, but stays hung up on Allen.  I’m pissed that she keeps saying she wants a ‘friends with benefits’ like with that guy from Boston, but keeps blowing me off when I suggest it.  I’m pissed that she doesn’t apologize to me.  I’m pissed that it’s okay for her to get off on my stories, but it’s not okay for me to get off over her posing.”

I had to pause to catch me breath.  Sherri met my eyes, not flinching.  That stoked the fire even more.

“And her ideas on what was okay and what wasn’t.  She knew I was dating Tina last year, but bought me those books!  And then… and then she blames me, when she was the one who sucked my cock!  I didn’t make her.  I didn’t manipulate her.  She did it, and she blames me.”

I was hyperventilating, and on the edge of yelling.  Sherri’s lips were pursed into a small, knowing smile.  It was reassuring, almost approving.

“And, goddammit,” I continued, “she won’t talk to me.  She wants to pretend it never happened when it did.  And it does change things.”

“So what would you say to her, if she were here now?”

“I’d tell her that I’d fucked things up with Tina because of her.  I’d tell her that she should have dated me, despite everything that happened to her growing up.  Our friendship is just as damaged without us fucking as it would have been if we had.”

“Are you sure?”

I froze for a second, and started to think of all the factors that might influence that.  Then I caught myself.  Better to just tell Sherri what I felt than analyze it to death.

“No,” I said, “I’m not sure.  But in my gut… in my gut, I think we were already across that line.  Actually going all the way wouldn’t have made much difference to the friendship, even though it would have made a helluva difference to me.  And to Tina.”

Sherri raised an eyebrow.

 “I think—and I’m figuring this out on the fly—I think Tina wouldn’t have minded if Sharon and I had had sex before Tina and I started dating, but since it was still unresolved….” I sighed.  “I know we wouldn’t have had the blow up in the bedroom that night, at least.”

She nodded.  “So it sounds like you do know what you say to her.”

I snorted.  “Yeah, but it’s not polite.”

“Is it the truth?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you can find a way to make it polite.”

“Well, part of the truth is that I still want to fuck her.  I still want to bend her over and pound into her from behind.  I’m not sure a polite way to say that exists.”

Sherri grinned.  “Maybe not.”

“And that’s getting in the way,” I said.  “I’m not sure our friendship will survive if I say what really needs to be said, but I know I won’t get to have sex with her if I do.”

“So let go of wanting to have sex with her.”

I snorted.  “It’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just hard to get out my head.”

Sherri tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.

“It just is,” I said.  “I keep having fantasies about taking her from behind while she’s bent over the couch.  I know some of it is anger and some of it is the pent-up desire, but it’s there.”

Sherri bit her lip and then slowly nodded.

“The couch in the living room?”

“Yeah.”

She stood up, leaving her half-eaten breakfast to cool.  “C’mon,” she said, walking toward the living room.

A bit surprised, I pushed myself away from the table and followed.  When I arrived in the other room, Sherri was standing next to the couch, bent over with her hands on the arm.  Her pose thrust her naked ass out, stirring my appreciation.

“You want her bent over like this?” she asked, as she eased herself forward until her stomach was on the arm of the couch.

“Well, yeah.”

“So get a condom.”

“What?”  My chin almost hit the floor at the same time my cock hardened.

“Get a condom.  Pretend I’m Sharon.”  She turned to look at me and switched to a soprano semi-falsetto.  “Oh, Joe, I’m so… so turned on from posing for all those pictures.  I know I said we should just be friends, but… but right now… I just need you.”

I couldn’t help chuckling.

“Our names aren’t that far apart,” she said.  “Call me Sharon instead of Sherri.  Do to me what you want to do to her.  Get it out of your system.”  She wiggled her butt for emphasis.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.  However, my cock throbbed.  I’d have to be a complete fool to overanalyze this.

“C’mon, Joe.  This offer closes in two minutes.”

I snorted.  I did want to fuck her.  “I’ll be back.”

I dashed to the bedroom and found my box of condoms.  I shed my sweats on the way back.  Sherri grinned when she saw me, through rather that was in appreciation of my speedy return or at the way my erection bounced as I moved across the room, I couldn’t say.  I halted behind her and stroked myself a couple of times to get myself harder before rolling the condom on.

“Oh, Joe,” Sherri said in her mock-falsetto, “I’ve gotten so turned on taking pictures, that I just can’t wait anymore.”

“Damn right,” I growled.  I lined my cock up with her slit and nestled the head just inside her lips.

“Ooh, I’m so glad we’re friends who can do this.”  Her voice, even with the false tone, wasn’t anywhere close to Sharon’s, but it didn’t matter.  The view was so similar—yet another woman with long dark hair in my life, I realized, that from behind I could get into it.

“Yeah, we’re friends, all right,” I said.  “Friends with real benefits.”

I pushed forward and buried my cock inside her.  Sherri let out a slow gasp and then clamped down on my shaft, causing me to gasp in return.

“Take me, Joe.”

“I’ll take you,” I said gruffly.  I held her hips as I pulled out, until I almost slipped out of her entirely, and then I slammed back in.  Sherri’s body shook under the force.

“Harder,” she said.

With a grunt, I plunged into her again.

“Harder!”

I pulled back and thrust again.  I started pounding into her, as fast as I could manage without slipping out.  I actually did pull too far back once, but Sherri helped guide me back in.  The whole time, she cried either ‘harder’ or ‘fuck me!’.

I closed my eyes.  Oh, I wanted to do this to Sharon, to have her bent over and be fucking her like this.  No more teasing. No more guessing and wondering.  Just raw and primal.

“Fuck me, Joe!”

My mind flashed to the images of Sharon, turned away posing for photos, her ass thrust out.  Sherri clamped down again on my cock, increasing the friction then too.  A panopoly of images of Sharon flashed through my mind as the pressure in my balls built up.  Her under the shower.  Her in her garter belt.  Her with my cock in her mouth.

With a groan, I exploded.  Bolts of pleasure shot through my body, and I let out a long moan.  My cock kept spurting, far more than I was used to, with Sherri seeming to milk every drop out of me.  Then my legs went rubbery, and I sagged, trying not to collapse.  It was a losing battle and I slowly sank onto the carpet, still gasping for breath.

Sherri turned and slid onto the floor next to me.  “Feel better?” she asked.

I nodded, not quite ready for words.  When I could breathe again, I pointed to the condom, now started to slide off my shrinking penis.  “Let me go clean this up.”

Sherri smirked but didn’t say anything.  I lurched to my feet and stumbled to the bathroom, where I disposed of the rubber and washed myself off.

As I finished up, I glanced in the mirror.  I still looked wild-eyed.  Had I really just done that?  Fucked a women violently, out of anger?

A little more unsettled, I returned to the living room.  Sherri had pulled herself up onto the couch, sitting against the far arm.  She smiled at me.

“So, did that help?” she asked.

I sank onto the cushions next to her.  “I… I don’t know.  It was pretty incredible.  And a little surreal.”  I met her eyes.

“That’s not me,” I said.

“It was you.  I was there.  I felt you.”

I chuckled.  “I mean, I don’t get angry like that.  Particularly not around other people.”

“Why not?  I didn’t mind.”

I shook my head.  “I don’t think sex should be done in anger like that.”

Sherri frowned.  “You have the Kama Sutra,” she said.  “Did you read the sections about angry sex?  Scratching and biting?”

“I skimmed it,” I said.  “It didn’t make much sense to me.”

“Do you get it now?”

I slowly nodded.  “A little.  But I don’t think I’m ready to go out and start doing S&M.”

She chuckled.  “That’s not why we did it.  You said that it was hard to get the fantasy of doing that to Sharon out of your head.  Is it easier, now?”

“Well, it’s not entirely gone….”

“But is it gone enough for you to think clearly?”

I paused, tilting my head.  “About Sharon?  We’ll see.  But it’s made my thinking about you cloudier.”

“How so?”

“Well, that was good, but it wasn’t what I imagined sex with you would be like.”

She grinned.  “What had you imagined?”

“Something slower, with a lot more foreplay.  Probably starting with another blowjob and then you teaching me how you like… well, for me to return the favor.

Sherri smirked.  “Is that what you want?”

“Well, yes.  I don’t know the best way to ask for it, but I do want another blowjob sometime.”

“Did you get all the condom lube washed off?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”  She rolled off the couch and grabbed her purse.  She extracted something and then knelt before me.  Placing her arms across my thighs, she looked up at me, grinning.

“Do you want one ‘sometime’ or now?”

I could feel the blood starting to flow back into my cock.  I couldn’t help chuckling.  “I think ‘now’ would be just fine.”

“Good.”

Sherri took my shaft between in her fingers, holding me gently.  She closed her palms around my balls, cupping me gently.  It almost looked like her hands were clasped in prayer around my cock.  She caught my grin and smiled, running her tongue over her lips.

Then she slowly leaned in and kissed my stomach.  Light kisses at first, and then wetter and more passionate.  She trailed her tongue across to the top of one thigh and then to the other.  By the time she’d completed the journey, I was hard again, much to my surprise.

The surprises didn’t stop there.  Sherri seemed to ignore my erection, just continuing to kiss and lick.  This time, as she returned to the middle, she worked her way further up my torso.  She slid her hands out from between us and ran them up my sides and then to my nipples.  She played with them a little and then looked up at me, smirking.

“Not as much there as with a woman,” I said.

“No, but with a woman, I can’t do this.”

I chucked as she arched her back, letting me see that my cock was now nestled between her breasts.  They weren’t slick enough for me to slide back and forth, but the warmth felt great.  Sherri lightly stroked my arms and shoulders for a few minutes, letting me enjoy the view.

Then she kissed my belly button, almost making me giggle with the tickle.  I could see her grin even though she didn’t look up.  Then she swished her hair up, blocking my view.  One hand darted quickly out of sight below the couch and then back up.  I felt her lift my erection from my body, holding it gingerly between her hands.  Then I gasped.

She’d slid my cock into her mouth.

Sherri bobbed up and down a couple of times, her lips never quite leaving my cock and her tongue doing swirls I couldn’t adequately describe.  Then she pulled off completely and flipped her hair out of the way.  She gave me a satisfied grin.

I looked down and laughed.  Somewhere along the way, she’d slid a condom onto me and I’d never noticed.  Watching my eyes the entire time, she stuck out her tongue and slowly bent until it was just touching the tip of my cock.  She flicked it a couple of times, before licking me like an ice cream cone. I groaned, more for the visual than anything else.

Then Sherri slipped her lips around my cock once again.  She went slowly, and I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, but the snail’s pace just stretched the pleasure out until it was almost agonizing.  At one point she speeded up, causing me to start to pant.  But just as I started to feel the pressure, she pressed her hand hard below the base of my cock.

She continued this prolonged tease, sucking me slowly and then harder until I was on the edge of coming, followed by either pressing me hard in that region between my cock and asshole or by squeezing the base of my cock.

I gasped and moaned.  I couldn’t tell what she was doing any more—it all felt so good.  My cock seemed to throb with pressure.  I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, but she continued to hold me at the edge of orgasm, trembling and almost shaking as the waves rolled through me.  I reached down, tentatively, feeling for her head.  She caught my hand and held it with her own.

This time there was no holding back.  Sherri sucked and licked faster and tighter.  She squeezed my hand as she did so and I sensed that she wasn’t going to stop me.  With a loud groan, I exploded, seeing stars behind my eyelids.  I shook as the pleasure ripped through my body and then sagged back into the cushions.  Still gasping for breath, I looked at Sherri through half-lidded eyes.  She shot me a satisfied smug look and slid the condom off.  By the time she’d returned from disposing of it, the afterglow had hit, if the radiation of the sun could really be called “glow.” 

 “God that was incredible,” I said as Sherri moved onto the couch next to me, finally able to speak.  “I should have gone to you for advice instead of Sharon.”

“On how to give a blowjob?”

I nodded.

“But you didn’t know me then.”

I sighed.  “True.”

“You know, though, Sharon wasn’t entirely off base.  It’s much easier to demonstrate than describe.”

I chuckled.  “I supposed that’s how you learned.”

Sherri’s smile was enigmatic and she didn’t say anything.  She leaned against me, cuddling in.

“Of course,” I said, “I really don’t know how good Sharon is.  I came so fast from the mere surprise….”

“But you enjoyed it.  At least until that point.”

I grimaced.  “Yes and no.  I mean, I did, but it was had some elements… I mean, it was different….” I paused.  I didn’t know how to describe it.

“You had more adrenaline in your system then.”

I turned and stared at her.  “Yeah, I did.  How’d you know?”

She ran a reassuring hand across my shoulder.  “You talked about your nervousness and fear leading up to that night.  That creates adrenaline, which is a powerful cocktail when mixed with lust.  It’s kind of like a speedball of heroin and cocaine.”

I snorted.  I didn’t like that imagery, but I didn’t know enough about those drugs to disagree.

“And just now,” she said, gesturing toward where she’d knelt a few minutes ago, “you didn’t have any fear.  You knew what was coming—in this case you,”  she smirked at her own pun,  “and didn’t have anything to be afraid of.”

“Huh.”  She was right.

“That’s not to say that sex can’t be incredible mixed with fear.  It’s just what was different.”

I feel silent and mulled that over for a while.  I didn’t think she was right about the fear.  There had been too much alcohol and the photos had gone too well for me to be feeling fear when the blowjob lesson started.  But the adrenaline observation felt right.  I’d certainly been hopped up on alcohol and anticipation that night.  Just how much had that been a part of my sex life?

I snorted.  That described my entire sexual relationship with Sharon.  No wonder that was such a strange relationship.  Except it also described the times at the Chi O steps and the Grand Canyon with Tina.  And even the angry sex I’d just had with Sherri.  I groaned.

“What?” Sherri asked.

“I feel really stupid right now.”

“Why?”

I shook it off.  “Just seeing some new things.  By the way, I don’t think it was fear that night.”

“You were nervous about Tina’s reactions.”

“Yeah, but I was also drunk and getting into the pictures.  There was certainly some adrenaline there, but it wasn’t fear.”

“So you’re telling me I’m wrong.”

I chuckled.  “Yes, I am.”

She put her arm around me and gave me a squeeze.  She didn’t say anything, but I got the message that she was pleased.

“So what do you want now?” she asked after several minutes of silence.

“I want to experience sex without the adrenaline,” I said.

“Do you think you can go another round?”

I rolled my eyes.  “I didn’t mean now.  I meant in general.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”  She pulled back and leered at me  “Getting you hard again would have been a challenge and I enjoy a challenge.”

I decided not to stick my tongue out at her.

“Besides, you already have,” she said.  “With Tina.”

“True.  We had some really good sex.  That ‘making love’ kind.  I guess I was more in love with her than I thought.”

Sherri bit her lip.  “Are you sure?”

“It was really good sex.”

“Tell me about it again, then.”

I started to repeat the story about how Tina and I had made love when she’d first gotten to Maryland.  As I talked, Sherri’s slowly shifted from just having her arm around me to caressing me.  She asked a couple of questions, mostly for more explicit detail, and pressed her breasts into my side.  When I’d finished that story, she asked me to tell her another one.  I started talking about Valentine’s Day and she pulled away from me.  When I looked a question at her, she motioned for me to continue.  I was describing Tina’s garter belt when Sherri slid off the couch onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking on a challenge,” she said, leering.  “Keep talking.”

I stumbled trying to remember where I was in my narrative, but it didn’t matter.  She wasn’t listening.  Instead, she feathered kisses across my thighs and abdomen, while once again caressing my cock with her hands.

I paused.  “You sure about this?”

She looked up and raised an eyebrow.  “You object?”

I snorted.  “Not at all. I’m just wondering why I’m talking.”

“To get you hard.”

“That’d probably work better if you talked.”

“Well, I can’t talk and do this.”  She ran her tongue down my torso just an inch from my cock, close enough to make me think she was going to touch it, but not quite doing so.

I gasped.  That definitely got my blood pounding.

“Or,” she said, “do you want me to….”  She paused to scatter a few more kisses on my groin.  “…tell you about one of the times I went down on a woman?  Or the all-woman orgy I had in college?”

“Oh, yes.”  Despite having come twice in the past hour, I was starting to stiffen again, between her touch the images flitting through my mind.

“Or maybe you just want me to straddle you,” she said between kisses and strokes, “so you can feel my… hot… wet… pussy… around your cock.”

That was it.  I was hard.

Sherri produced another condom from an unseen spot and rolled it onto me.  Then she straddled my lap and, without breaking eye contact, slowly sank down on my cock, until it was buried inside of her.

“Now, take a deep breath,” she said.  “Completely fill your lungs.”

I did so.

“Slowly let it out.”

I did so, and was struck by how relaxing it was, and how that contrasted to how hard my dick was.

“Keep doing that, deep and regular.”

I nodded and did what she said.  However, I could help gasping when she added to our pattern.  She clamped her pussy tight around my cock as I breathed out.

“Keep going,” she said.

I nodded and did so. She didn’t change the pattern, squeezing me every time I breathed out and releasing me when I started to breathe in.  I started to feel lightheaded and almost floaty.

“Keep eye contact,” she said.

I was staring out over her shoulder, unfocused, and I returned to meeting her gaze.

“And keep breathing.”

I nodded, taking an extra large breath.  We kept breathing and gazing at each other for some time.

All the extra oxygen must be going to my brain.  I felt lost in her deep, dark eyes, but there was comfort there.  Her rhythmic squeezing of my cock kept me anchored.

Then Sherri leaned in, slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, and brushed my lips with hers.  She pulled back, and we locked eyes again.  She smiled, warm and comforting.  She leaned in again, and this time I wrapped my arms around her.  Our kiss remained tender, but it stretched and stretched, so that I had to breathe through my nose to keep the pattern.

She pulled back.  “Feel any adrenaline?”

I shook my head.

“But you’re still hard.”

I snorted softly and nodded.

She smiled broadly and bent her head for another slow, languorous kiss.

When she pulled back, she arched her back.

“This will be easier on the floor,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows but didn’t object.  Instead, I held her hips and she raised up and let my cock slip out of her with a pop.    We moved off the couch and she stretched her thighs while I sat cross-legged on the floor.  Then she once again straddled my lap and slid my cock inside her.  She shifted her legs so that, instead of kneeling, like she’d been on the couch, she too was sitting cross-legged, with her legs wrapped around me.

“Breathe,” she said.

I nodded and started the pattern of deep breaths once again.  After my first cycle, Sherri started squeezing my cock with her pussy again.  We locked eyes, and this time I realized she was breathing in the same cycle I was.  Or just opposite of it.  As I breathed in, she breathed out.

She tilted her head and leaned in again.  We kissed, and this time neither of us pulled back.  I parted my lips, and our tongues met.  Our kisses grew more passionate, but she never stopped her rhythmic squeezes of my cock.

I found that, in this position, I could thrust up slightly.  It was only an inch or two, but I soon found that little bolts of lightning would shoot through me if I synchronized it with Sherri’s squeezes.  She must have felt the same thing, because she started making small gasps as I hit my deepest point.

Of course.  Her clit’s rubbing against my pubic bone.

I toyed with the idea of speeding up, but I didn’t see how to do that effectively.  Instead, I concentrated on just maintaining the rhythm.  Breathe in, thrust, hear her gasp, breathe out, feel her squeeze.  Repeat.

I didn’t need to speed up.  Sherri pulled back and our gaze met.  Hers was more unfocused, and her breath more ragged, but she still held our pace.  She shuddered and twitched a little more, but didn’t relent.

I could feel the warmth and pressure building down below for myself.  It was slow—almost like adding matches to a fire rather than paper or logs.  But it grew.

Sherri’s grew too.  She rolled her hips slightly, pressing her clit harder against me.  Then she pulled my head to hers and kissed me hard.

The warmth spread out from my crotch, engulfing my hips and slowly heading higher.  I became acutely aware of Sherri’s hard nipples, brushing my chest as she now raised and lowered herself to meet my thrusts.  We continued to kiss, until she broke away with a long shudder.  Then she put her head on my shoulder.

“I want you to come with me,” she whispered in my ear.

I let my attention slide back to my cock and the pleasures shooting through it.  My breathing went ragged and irregular as I started thrusting as hard as I could into Sherri.  She gasped and pushed back against me.  She moaned and then I moaned.  She wrapped her arms around me tight and ground her crotch into mine.  I let out a long gasp.  With a cry, Sherri shook and clamped down on my cock hard.  As she shuddered, I exploded.

The fire that had been building raced up through my body, scorching my muscles and making them shake and spasm.  My vision flashed white and black and I collapsed forward, into Sherri who’d collapsed forward into me.  We fell to our sides, an awkward entanglement of limp limbs, until we finally managed to get me on my back with her half-lying across me.

“Wow,” I said, when I could finally speak.

“Mmm hmm.”

“That was incredible.”

“It’s what you wanted.”

“Yeah.  You too, I take.”

She didn’t speak, but just tightened her hug as an answer.

We lay there for some time, slowly breathing and enjoying the touch of skin.  Eventually, my muscles decided they could work again, though the afterglow hadn’t yet faded.  Sherri started stirring about then too, and so we slowly eased ourselves up, each with a satisfied grin.

We stumbled back to the kitchen and I grimaced at the sight of our now-cold breakfast.  Sherri said she didn’t mind, but it just didn’t taste the same after being reheated.  We talked lightly as we ate, mostly just replacing depleted calories and nutrients as quickly as we could.

Afterward, Sherri suggested a shower before she left.  I agreed and asked if I could join her.  She only smiled and nodded.  We turned the faucet until it was just a little cool for me and just a little hot for her.  We didn’t talk much as we slowly soaped each other and then rinsed each other off.  I didn’t want to spoil the afterglow, or distract myself from the simple pleasure of caressing her skin.  She seemed to sense that, and didn’t change the mood.  When we’d finished the formal washing, she slid into my arms and kissed me, deep and passionately, as the water sprayed over our bodies.

She let me dry her, chuckling when I tried to do her hair, before she suggested she just let her handle it herself.  I slid my sweats back on and then watched as she dressed.  I walked her to the door, where we paused for another deep kiss.

“I’d never have guessed you were gay,” I said with a grin as we pulled apart.

“Good sex doesn’t have to include romantic love.”

“True.”

We kissed again and then Sherri slipped down the stairs, waving just before she disappeared.

I floated in the afterglow for most of the afternoon.  The sex had been out of this world.  I felt warm, and happy, and content.  Allen had been right, I realized with a snort.  Getting laid had done wonders for my mood.  I was certainly enjoying the afterglow more than anytime in the past, except for with Tina.

That brought me up a little short.  As good as the sex had been with Sherri, it had still been better with Tina, who had a fraction of Sherri’s expertise.

Good sex without romantic love, indeed.  It was still better with romantic love.

I broke from my reverie and headed back to my desk.  I needed to edit a letter and get it in the mail to Tucson.

--Fin--

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