The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Thirty

I savored Tina’s kiss all the way back to Maryland.  That’s not to say I was lost in it.  I contemplated other things.  But I didn’t lose the taste of it either; it just hovered near the back of my brain, warming me in those momentary pauses in my more serious thinking.

The path forward with Tina was clear.  Write, be friendly, and be patient.  The last of those might be the most difficult, I realized.  Fortunately, I wasn’t constrained to just sitting around.  I could throw myself into my work.  I could go out.  I could even date.

Hell, I thought, with Sherri around, I could even get laid.  Maybe not very often, but certainly enough to take the edge off.  Unlike when I was getting over Alicia.

That thought made me frown.  How much of the early innuendo with Sharon had just been pent-up sexual tension?  On both our parts?

I suspected I’d never know.  While alcohol and horniness had certainly helped get Sharon out of her clothes, they hadn’t been enough to take it further.  And now… as much as I wanted to have gone further, we probably never would.  Especially since both Tina and her dad wanted me to get past that.

I froze and replayed those last words through my brain.  “I wanted to have gone further.”  past tense.

I didn’t so much want to be having sex with Sharon as to have had sex with Sharon.  With all the posing and teasing and years of fantasies, she’d become the one that just got away.  The Great White Whale to my Captain Ahab.

Was that a way out?  Could I develop a romantic relationship with Tina and keep my friendship with Sharon?

Tina didn’t trust me with Sharon because she knew I had an unscratched itch.  What if it had been scratched by the time we got back together?

I was too stunned by the beauty of the idea to immediately over-analyze it.  Images of Sharon blowing me flitted through my mind, followed by fantasies of fucking her, perhaps doggie style.  Perhaps doggie style in front of a mirror, so I could even take pictures.

My growing erection pushed uncomfortably against my pants.  Unfortunately, seat 22B on a full United flight was not the place to adjust myself.  I willed myself to think about astrophysics instead.  What pictures would we have from Hubble when I got back into the office?  I was able to lose myself in those thoughts for quite a while.

Eventually, though, the problem of Sharon drifted back into my forebrain.

It was really three problems, I realized; dealing with Sharon, then convincing Tina that I wasn’t still lusting after Sharon, then convincing Mr. Delgado.   The last one was probably easy if I succeeded with the second one.  Or if not easy, at least I’d have Tina’s help.

Convincing Tina would be harder.  I’d only get one shot at it and I had no idea what that would take.  I thought about various scenarios and then gave up.  What I said to Tina depended far too much on how our relationship had developed by then.  Not to mention whatever had happened with Sharon by then.

And, given the current data, that might be nothing.  Until Sharon wrote back or called, I had no idea what it would take to patch things up with her.  Even without trying to resolve them to Tina’s satisfaction.  All I could do for now was wait.

I hated waiting.

But at least I wouldn’t be waiting alone.  I could always talk to Sherri.  She was probably waiting herself, come to think of it.  Waiting for me to get home and call her so she could come over.

Except she wasn’t, I discovered, as I left the plane and entered the concourse.  She stood there, off to one side, but impossible to miss, with Lisa next to her.  They both grinned at my surprised expression.

“Welcome back,” Sherri said as she gave me a hug.

“This is a surprise,” I said, looking from her to Lisa.  “I thought I’d call you and we’d just meet at my apartment.”

“We thought you might like this better,” Lisa said.

I nodded, still quietly chuckling to myself.

“Except I drove,” I said.  “My car’s in the shuttle parking lot.”

“That’s okay,” Sherri said.  “That’s why I brought Lisa.  I’ll ride with you and she can follow.”

As we headed to the cars, I filled them both in on the basics of my trip.  Once Sherri and I were alone, I gave her more of the details.  She nodded and hmm’ed and asked a few clarification questions, but didn’t interrupt.  I realized that, despite my earlier fears, there really wasn’t any advice I needed or questions I wanted to ask.  Telling my story was enough.

I wound things down just as we pulled into my apartment’s parking lot.  “So why’d Lisa come along tonight?” I asked as I turned off the engine.

“She was curious.”

“You haven’t told her everything?”

“I haven’t told her very much,” she said.  “You’re the one that told her about your conversation with Mr. Delgado, when you talked to her on the phone yesterday.”

“Oh.”  That’s right.  I’d told Lisa my secrets myself.

“So she wants to hear how your dinner with Tina went.  I told her she’d have to ask you herself, and respect your wishes if you said no.”

“Ahh.”  I started to get out of the car, and then her words came back to me.  “You said you hadn’t told her very much.  So what exactly did you tell her?”

Before Sherri could answer, Lisa appeared next to our car.

“Hi guys!” she said.  She shivered.  “It’s cold.  Where’s your apartment?”

I exchanged amused looks with Sherri before turning back to Lisa.  “Follow me.”

The women shed their coats in the living room while I started some coffee in the kitchen.  Lisa poked her head in and told me I had a nice place, so, while the coffee was brewing, I gave her the quick tour.  Sherri settled in at the kitchen table.  She just grinned at some of Lisa’s enthusiastic comments about my limited decor before I retrieved the coffee and we all sat down to enjoy its warmth.

“So,” Lisa asked, “are you and Tina getting back together?”

“Not in the near term,” I said.  “We’re going to write and stay in contact for a while, and hopefully re-establish our friendship.  But she’ll be dating other people.”

“Will you be?”

I nodded.  “It would be foolish for me to not be.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Sherri interjected.  “There’s nothing wrong with you just being single for a while.”

I chuckled.  “I don’t think extended celibacy would be good for me.  I think that contributed to the problems with Sharon.”

“But celibacy and dating aren’t necessarily related,” Sherri said.

“Yeah,” Lisa said.  “You can get laid without a relationship.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her pointedly.

“You can,” she said.  “Why do you think men call us?”

I glanced at Sherri, who didn’t say anything.

“True,” I said.  “Except I couldn’t afford to call you or women like you on a regular basis.  Besides, I appear to have ended up in a relationship with you anyway.”  I gestured to include them both.  “It might be a friendship, but it’s still a relationship.”

“It’s always a relationship,” Sherri said.  “Even if it’s just for a night and even if you never see each other again.”

Lisa shook her head, obviously disagreeing but Sherri ignored her.

“But you’re right,” I said.  “I can probably get laid without getting into a serious romantic relationship.”  I was sure Sherri would sleep with me if I asked, but I didn’t want to be crass and say so out loud.  And since she was a lesbian…

“After all,” I continued, “you two manage it.”

Sherri tilted her head in acknowledgement, while Lisa frowned.

“Manage it, yeah,” she said with a snort.  “But finding a guy I want to keep sleeping with is a different story.”

I looked at her, amused, not knowing what to say.

“Well,” Sherri started, “you could….” She stopped when Lisa glared at her.  Once again, I had the disorienting feeling of being in the middle of something.

“I’m sure I can handle being single,” I said.  “It only sucks sometimes.”

“Like Valentine’s Day,” Lisa said with a sour frown.  Which was tomorrow.

I paused.  Lisa was lost in her own thoughts, and Sherri just studied her, a benign smile on her lips.

I had an idea.  “Well…,” I began, “the three of us could get together for dinner tomorrow.  It wouldn’t be a romantic date, but it wouldn’t be sitting around alone.”

“I’d love to!” Lisa said looking up with a broad smile.

“I have a client,” Sherri said, more wistful.

“That reminds me,” I said, “you mentioned a business deal on the phone.  Can you share more about it?”

She paused, and then nodded.  “I have a client who wants me to form an agency with him.  He’d provide the financial backing to get us started, and the technical side.”

“How much of a technical side is there?” I asked.

“Well, he says that computer networking is going to take off.  He works for… this company that provides computer accounts to people, and they’re going to start providing graphical interfaces, which means pictures and even photos.”

I nodded.  She hadn’t said the company name, but I knew she was talking about America Online, right across the river in Virginia.

“He may be right,” I said.  “We’ve downloaded this new program, Mosaic, at work.  It’s pretty incredible.”

“I’m still thinking about it,” Sherri said.

I glanced at Lisa, who frowned and looked like she was about to say something, but then Sherri shot her a look and she didn’t.

“Well, good luck,” I said.

“Thanks.”

The conversation momentarily died.  I revived it by bringing up a few more details about my trip to share, but I’d already told Sherri all the important ones in the car, and I didn’t feel like repeating them.  When it started to idle again, Lisa turned to me.

“So where are we going tomorrow?” Lisa asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.  “It depends on where I can get a reservation, which may be hard to do at the last minute.  I also won’t have time to pull together a menu to cook.”  I shrugged my shoulders apologetically.

“That’s okay,” Lisa said.  “I just want to go somewhere that I can get dressed up.  And where you can get dressed up.”

I laughed.  “You want to see me dressed up?”

“Why not?  We girls like to look too.”

I glanced at Sherri, who made a confirming nod.  I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll investigate and see what I can come up with.  Call you tomorrow during the day?”

Lisa nodded enthusiastically.  We picked a time and she insisted that I pick her up.  I managed to conceal my surprise as she gave me directions to her and Sherri’s apartment, but Sherri didn’t seem to mind.  We talked a little more, but I started to feel the fatigue from the weekend.  Sherri noticed, and said they should probably get going.  We exchanged hugs at the door, and I sank onto the couch after they’d left.  It didn’t take much unpacking before I could legitimately sink into bed and then into a deep sleep.

The next day, to my surprise, I was able to get reservations at a well-regarded French restaurant on Wisconsin Avenue.  While it was a little more expensive than I’d planned,  I’d always wanted to eat there.  I figured Lisa wouldn’t mind, and in fact she was delighted when I called her to let her know she did indeed get to dress up.

Sherri let me into their apartment.  I tried not to let my surprise show—she was in a sweatshirt and jeans and looking far more plain than I’d ever seen her.

“She’ll be ready in a minute,” she said as she looked me up and down, smiling.

“That’s okay,” I said.  “I thought you had plans.”

“I do,” she said, “later.  Right now I’m working on my thesis.  And helping Lisa get ready.”

I raised an eyebrow and looked her a question.

“I feel like a mom on date night,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“It’s not a date,” I said.

“She knows that.  But she’s still looking forward to it.  It’s been a while since she was out with a guy who was more interested in dinner with her than what came after.”

I chuckled at that.  But only for a moment, before Lisa came around the corner from the hallway, and my chin dropped.  She looked good.

I noticed her beaming smile first.  It lit up the room.  She’d also spent some time on her hair, which hung in waves down to her shoulders and framed her face with a golden glow.  It also accented the gold necklace that plunged down her cleavage, ending in a single deep blue gem that hung between her breasts.  That was the only color she wore, as her dress was a classic curve hugging little black dress ending just above the knee, with black hose and fuck me pumps.

“Wow,” I said.

“I told you I wanted to dress up.”

“You certainly did.  You look great.”

She beamed.  “You really think so?”

“You’re beautiful,” I said, which earned me another smile.

“Have fun, kids,” Sherri said, as she headed back to the kitchen area, where I could see books and papers spread out on the table.  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Fortunately, that’s not much,” Lisa said, wetting her lips as she smirked.  I decided she was teasing and just rolled my eyes before extending my arm.  She took it and we walked to the car.

On the drive, Lisa talked about how excited she was, and about some of the restaurants she’d eaten at and really enjoyed.  She mentioned the names of a couple of the guys that had taken her, without explaining who they were beyond a couple of quips like “he liked seafood—couldn’t get enough,” or “David always wanted to make an entrance, and have everyone notice he had a beautiful girl on his arm.”  I didn’t say anything other than the polite, please continue type noises, even when I could no longer track the names and stories.

Her patter slowed at the restaurant, to my relief.  She asked me a couple of questions about some of the menu items, and listened attentively when I described the wines that would go with each, drawing me out to explain what I knew.  She slowed even further when the waiter approached, letting me order for her, while sitting demurely with a sweet smile.  After the waiter left, she turned to me.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I’ve been monopolizing the conversation.  What would you like to talk about?”

“Well… how did you meet Sherri?”

“Through the agency.  Toni likes to send new girls out on doubles for their first call, so the more experienced girl can show her the ropes.  Sherri was my partner.”

“Oh.”

“We worked together a couple more times,” she continued, “and then one day she mentioned she was looking for a roommate who wouldn’t have a problem with her job.  I needed to get out of where I was living, so we talked and I moved in.”

“Ah, so you didn’t meet at school.”

She shook her head.  “Sherri encouraged me to go back to school—I’d dropped out after my first year.  Once I’d gotten my credit cards paid off, I decided to give it a try.  That’s when I switched to working the phones.”

“Why’d you drop out?”

“It was either that or flunk out,” she said with a shrug.  “I didn’t know what I wanted to do, and I was partying a lot.  Besides, I met David, and he wanted me to spend all my time with him.”

“And David was…?”

“An asshole and a player,” she said, almost spitting the words.  “He had a trust fund and used to brag about all these big financial deals he was doing.  Later, I found out they were crap.  He gave me all these expensive presents when we first got together, but when I moved in with him, he insisted we split all expenses 50/50.  That was bullshit.  I was working as a waitress in a club and he was blowing money left and right with his buds.  Including that tramp Becky.”

“He cheated on you?”

She gave a firm nod.

“So I threw him out.  Good riddance.”

“He sounds like a bum.”

She shrugged.  “Yeah.  The sex was good.”  She paused to take a sip of water.  “Anyway, I couldn’t make the rent on my paycheck, and that’s when one of the other waitresses suggested I talk to this woman that came in a lot.  That was Toni and, well, I decided what the heck and started the next week.”

“Was it hard?”

She looked pained.  “Not really.  At least the first couple of times.  I mean, it wasn’t much different that going home with a guy I’d met at a club, except they weren’t as hot.  And the money was real good.”

“But you switched to the phones.”

She shrugged.  “Not everyone wants to be a sacred whore like Sherri.  Most girls don’t, they just want the money.”

“It sounds like Sherri’s the exception.”

She shrugged again.  “I don’t know.  In Toni’s agency—yeah.  But Toni treated most of us as property.  She’s a money-grubbing bitch and a lot of girls quit working for her before we did.”

“I surprised you didn’t quit earlier.”

“I liked working with Sherri.   And she, well, she put up with Toni’s crap for reasons I don’t understand.  I was surprised she finally did quit.”

“Yeah,” I said, reflecting on what had happened.  I had no idea what Sherri had been willing to put up with, but I just couldn’t see her being forced to be subservient.  She’d bail in an instant, just like she’d done.

“Well,” I said after an uncharacteristic lull in the conversation, “maybe she’ll do better now.”

“Maybe,” Lisa said, “but despite all her sex healing talk, she needs the money.”

“What?”

She sighed.  “She says she’s in this for the guys.  To nurture them and take care of them, and I think she believes it.  But she’s hurting for money.  She just doesn’t want to admit it.”

“Ah.”  My mind began to rewind through all of our conversations, and all the time she’d spent with me for free.  I couldn’t recall her once pushing for money.  “I didn’t get that impression.”

“She hides it.”

“Obviously.”

“What I think she should do,” Lisa said, “is try to become an exclusive mistress for one her rich clients.”  She proceeded to tell me all about this one woman she knew who’d done that, thriving quite well as a “kept” woman in a brownstone in Georgetown, available for her married lover whenever he called.

I followed the details for a while, but my mind kept drifting back to Sherri.  I knew she wouldn’t go exclusive with any man—she wanted to save men, not a single man.

“What do you think?” Lisa asked.

With a start, I realized I hadn’t been paying attention.  “How should I know?  I don’t know her that well.”

She made a small snort.  “She’s spent more time with you than she has with any of her other clients lately.  I thought you might.”

“I’m not sure if I qualify as a client anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” she mused.  “You’re the only guy she’s seen, just as a friend, after he was a client.”

I raised my eyebrows at that.  I hadn’t done much for her as a friend, had I?  It had mostly been one way, to my benefit.  Yeah, I’d been a gentleman, and cooked for her a couple of times, but that wasn’t much.

“I could do more for her,” I said.

“She’s hard to help,” Lisa said.  “She’s stubborn and she thinks she’s always right.”

I couldn’t help snorting.  She’d certainly been sure she was right with me, when we first started.

“She’s certainly gotten stubborn about working with this new guy,” she said.  “Her potential business partner.  I think he’s kind of creepy and told her she should forget it.”

“You’ve met him?”

“Once.  He couldn’t stop staring at my chest.”

“Well,” I said, deliberately meeting her eyes and not glancing at her cleavage, “it is a pretty nice chest.”

She laughed, which made her cleavage bounce delightfully in my peripheral vision, but I kept my focus on her face.  I was rewarded with a beaming smile.

“You’re a decent guy, Joe.”

I chuckled.  “Maybe.  I think I’m still a work in progress.”

“Who isn’t?”

I nodded in agreement.  “So, what area are you most in progress?”

“Probably school.  I barely studied my first time around.”

“Oh?”

Lisa launched into a long set of stories, one sliding into the other, about her first year of college and how she’d partied her way onto academic probation.  Now she was pulling mostly A’s, and attributed it to studying harder and being more serious.

“Plus living with Sherri,” she said, “instead of David.  The asshole used to make fun of me if I got out my books.”

I just shook my head.  “It sounds like you needed a better boyfriend.”

“I still do.”

My throat caught.  I looked at her, trying to read her mood, but I couldn’t tell how serious she was.  I could let it slide… no.  I’d screwed things up with Tina in part by letting things slide.

“Uh,” I said, “I know that in many ways this is like a date….”

“I know,” she said, “your heart belongs to Tina.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s okay,” she said, reaching over and placing her hand on my arm.  “It’s not your heart I’m interested in.”

My jaw dropped, and she pulled her hand away, laughing.  I started to sputter a reply, desperately hoping our appetizers would arrive and save me from having to make a retort. 

“Relax,” she said with a flip of the wrist.  “I’m teasing.”

This time, I was saved by the waiter, bringing us our first course.  Lisa’s eyes lit up after the first bite and the conversation quickly turned to food, and then to my cooking.  Sherri had raved about it, Lisa said.  Of course, that brought up Tina and by the time the entrée arrived, she was quiet, letting me tell my own stories.

“So,” she asked, as we neared the end of our entrees, “you’re really going to wait for her?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “It won’t be easy, but I’ve got to give it a shot.”

She sighed.  “I wish there was a decent guy who’d wait for me.”

I tried not to redden.  I wasn’t sure I qualified as decent, but decided not to argue.  “You’re a great woman.  I’m sure he’ll come some day.”

“But that doesn’t help me today,” she said.  “I need a guy who will come today.”

I grinned at her innuendo.  “I’m sure you can find a guy who will do that for you.”

Her eyes twinkled.  “I hope so.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything at all.  Lisa quickly filled the silence, talking about one nice guy she’d gotten to know, while she was dating David.  He’d been nice to her, even though he was a little nerdy.  She’d lost touch with him once David made it clear that he didn’t like him, but she’d always wondered.

“Like I wonder about Sharon,” I said.

“Sharon?  Who’s she?”

“Sherri didn’t tell you?”

Lisa shook her head.

“Well…,”  I paused, and then decided I needed to start at the beginning.  I went faster than I had in telling the story to Sherri, doing a lot more summarizing and nearly skipping over entire incidents.  It still took me well past dessert and into a final cup of coffee.  When I finally ran out of steam, Lisa just smiled.

“So you never fucked her?”

I shook my head.  “Sometimes I think we would have made it as friends if we had.  So it wasn’t hanging between us all that time.”

She just smiled.  I set my coffee cup down, and smiled back.

“Time to take me home,” she said.

I nodded and pushed back my chair.  It didn’t take us long to return to her and Sherri’s apartment.  We didn’t talk much on the drive, to my surprise and appreciation.  Once we’d arrived, Lisa insisted I come in, rather than just say goodnight at the door.

“It is a school night,” I said.

She smiled.  “I don’t have class until one.”

“But I have to work.”

“You’ll be home in time.  C’mon, I want to thank you for dinner.”  She took my hand and led me toward her bedroom.

“Uh,” I said, “you don’t have to do anything to thank me.  I just enjoyed the chance to go out.”

“I know,” she said, her million dollar smile lighting up the room again.  She gestured for me to sit on the bed and then closed the door behind us.  “You’ve been a gentleman, and I like that.”  She sauntered over to me.  But I want us to be friends,” she said, “and I don’t want the sex to be ‘hanging between us.’ I think that was your phrase.”  She leered and then turned and raised her hair up, exposing her neck.  “Unzip me?”

I gulped.  My brain started to race, but I knew this was not a time to overthink.  She knew I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship with her.  What else mattered?

I reached up, found the small metal tab, and slowly tugged it down, letting the fabric part and Lisa’s dress fall away.

She stepped away from me and turned around to face me, letting her hair cascade back down as she did so.  She slowly reached back to unhook her bra, but my eyes flicked lower and then never made it back up.  While she was wearing a garter belt, she was also sans panties.  While she wasn’t shaved, her pubic hair was light and thin, making her engorged labia rather prominent.

“I know you like garter belts,” she said as she sank to her knees in front of me.

“Oh, I do.”

“Good.  I’m glad I wore it.”

She started undoing my belt.  I helped her slide my pants and underwear down and she quickly captured my hard shaft in her hands.  Looking up at me and grinning, she stuck her tongue out until it just touched the tip of my cock.  She flicked it lightly against my skin, and then gave me a solid lick.  I moaned and then she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly engulfed me.  She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times while I leaned back.

Lisa’s lips were tight and wet and I started to breathe heavily.  Could she get me off with a blowjob too?  I was a lot closer than I’d expected to be.

I wasn’t going to find out.  Lisa pulled back and stood up.

“Get the rest of your clothes off,” she said.

I quickly fumbled for my buttons and she walked around to her nightstand and opened a drawer.  As I discarded my shirt and tie, I heard a foil wrapper tear.  She waited until I was nude and then gestured for me to stretch out on her bed.  Once I’d done so, she straddled my thighs and grabbed my erection.

“Nice cock,” she said with a smile.  “Mind if I cover it?”

“Not at all,” I said, surprised she’d even asked.

She played with me as she rolled the condom down, stroking me so that I could barely feel the latex until it was all the way on.  I smiled, but the sucked in my breath as she positioned herself over me, holding my cock against her opening.  She let out a deep sigh as she lowered herself, sinking my flesh deep into her pussy.  She wiggled a bit until she could sit comfortably with me as far in her as I could go.

She sighed and looked at me with half-lidded eyes.  “God, I wanted this.”

“You did?”

“Mmm, hmm.”  She started raising and lowering herself on my shaft.  “I get really horny right before my period.”

“You—”

“Don’t worry, it’s not due for a couple of days.  But I really needed this.”  She shoved down hard against me, taking my cock deep.  Then she sighed and raised up again, this time lowering her self more gently and getting back into her steady rhythm.

I placed my hands on her hips, but she grabbed them and pulled them to her breasts.

“Play with my nipples,” she said.

I wasn’t quite sure what she wanted, but I started running my fingers over them, pulling slightly on them, but also caressing the rest of her breasts.

“Oh, yeah,” she said.  “Keep doing that.  Keep playing with my tits while I fuck you.”

I raised my eyebrows at her language, but her eyes were closed and she didn’t notice.

“Mmm,” she said, shifting her angle so that she ground her clit against my abdomen and she rose up and down.  “Yeah, oh yeah.”

Lisa continued to ride me with her eyes closed, talking dirty about what we were doing.  She leaned slightly forward, and then squeezed my cock tight.  I gasped.  She smirked, but didn’t break her monologue.  Her words were getting more erratic, though.

“Oh… yeah… that feels so good.  So fucking good.”

I shifted my hands to her hips, so I could thrust up.  She shuddered and let out a loud “oh yeah!”  Quickly her words became cries.  We both speeded up, pounding into each other, my ass lifting off the bed.  With a shriek, Lisa slammed against me one last time.  Then she shuddered and held still, her arms and abdomen twitching in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a satisfied grin.  “I definitely needed that.”

“Looks like it.”

She shifted her weight and my cock twitched inside her.  She tilted her head and looked at me.

“You’re still hard?”

I nodded.

“We need to do something about that.”

“I’m open to suggestion.”

“Well,” she said, getting a devilish look in her eye, “if you like stockings, how would you like to feel them on your legs and ass while you fuck me?”

I furrowed my brow and then got it.  “Missionary?”

“Uh huh.”

She lifted herself off me and we shifted so she was on her back.  I nestled myself between her thighs and then she guided me back inside her. Then she wrapped her legs around me, running her stocking clad toes over the backs of my thighs.

“You like?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.”  I started thrusting slowly, looking into Lisa’s eyes.  She smiled and ran her hands down my back.  I speeded up a notch, and she pulled my head down for a kiss.  I lost my rhythm for a moment while our tongues dueled.  Then I pulled back just a bit and buried my head in her neck and speeded up again.

“Harder,” she whispered into my ear.  I slammed forward as fast as I could, though she was too tight and her body wrapped to much around me to allow much motion.

“I want you to come,” she said again.  “Come inside me.”  To emphasize her point, she tightened her pussy muscles around my shaft.

I groaned.  Pulling back, we grinned at each other as I gasped I made a few more thrusts before exploding.  I collapsed on her chest, while she chuckled quietly and happily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, once I’d recovered.

“Yeah,” I said, rolling off of her and disposing of the condom.

“Beats being alone, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does.”  I grinned at her.

She glanced at the clock.  “Do you have time for round two?”

My eyes followed hers.  It was late, really late.  “I should get going.”

She sighed, and then nodded.  “Give me a minute, then.  I need to pee.”

“Sure.”

Lisa sat up and swung her feet onto the floor.  She stopped long enough to unhook her stockings and roll them off.  I watched silently while I dressed, but paused when she  stood up to face me.

“Thanks,” she said.  “The dinner was wonderful and this was much better than being alone.”

“My pleasure,” I said, nearly shaking my head in wonder.  “Literally.”

“Good!” She grinned and headed for the hall.

I finished dressing, and sat on the bed for a moment.  Her room was more cluttered than I’d realized, with books scattered across a little desk, clothes piled discreetly in corners of the floor, and a stuffed animal collection that overflowed a shelf.  I decided I could wait for Lisa in the living room.

Walking down the hall, I realized there was a light on in the other bedroom.  I paused and looked in.  The bedroom, and it had to be Sherri’s, was tidy but small.  A queen-sized bed dominated it, leaving only room for a couple of overflowing bookcases and the nightstands.  A lamp on one of the nightstands had been left on.  My eyes only had a moment to note that the bed was covered with a warm looking purple and red blanket before the photo montage on the wall near the lamp caught my eye.  I couldn’t make out the smaller pictures with the distance, but the central one was large enough, to be an 8 x 10.

It was a headshot of a teenage boy, grinning shyly toward the camera.  A school photo, I realized.  I stared at it and at all the pictures surrounding it.  It’s a shrine.  Without getting closer, I was sure all the photos were of Sherri’s brother Danny.

Behind me a toilet flushed.  I didn’t move, and soon feet padded up behind me.  I turned and smiled at Lisa, who slid her arm around me.

“I was looking at the picture,” I said, gesturing into the room.

“Kinda creepy, isn’t it?”

“She’s never gotten over him, has she?”

Lisa just shook her head.  Then she squeezed me tight.  “Let me walk you to the door.”

I nodded, and followed her back to the main room.  She put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss, before unlocking the door and stepping to one side.

“Thanks,” she said.  “And Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you.”

I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, closing it behind me.  As I walked to the car, I pondered the photos and Lisa’s comments about Sherri.  I realized I had even more things to think about than when my flight had landed, a little over 24 hours ago.

--Fin--

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