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Nichy was half lying on her seat in the hospital waiting room. Gavin had gone to do some administrative stuff for Ilona. Before she could have given in and invited him to stay in the guest room with her, Ilona went into labor for real.Her body burned with desire now waiting for him. The feeling of Gavin’s tongue between her legs, and along her ass made her almost come all over again with the memory of him.

With a deep breath, she got up to go to the coffee machine, her body thrumming with such kinetic desire she was afraid to move. She leaned against the wall, when she felt Gavin touch her behind. He caressed her in such an intimate way, even though they were nowhere near lovers yet.

She turned around to look at him, and dropped her coffee.

“Simona…”

Nichy looked at the man who was not Gavin standing in front of her. She slapped him briskly,

“My name is not Simona, you bastard!”

She walked away from him, but he grabbed her arm tightly and she knew it would bruise the same way Gavin’s love marks would. He pulled her into a stairwell, and threw her up against the wall.

“You always liked it rough, didn’t you?”

Nichy blinked rapidly, struggling to get away before she was pinned to the wall with her hands behind her back.

“Yes, you always liked it rough. You always liked it when I did this to you Simona.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him. 

“I am not Simona!”

Nichy looked away, the man let her hand loose, but grabbed her and covered her mouth. 

That was all she remembered.
She had tried to convince him she was not Simona, she really believed if she looked at him with conviction that she would be okay. 

Because she had not been Simona for a very long time, and she did not feel like Simona anymore.

The room she was in was decadent. All red velvet, damn it! As she came to, she realized she was in the same hotel she had been in with Gavin.

Sprawled on the bed, her eyes were swollen with tears. She was still in the clothes that she wore when he took her at the hospital, and she did not feel him around. Shooting a glance to the bathroom, Nichy heard water running.

Between her legs still thrummed with excitement, and she was ashamed. He said to her that she had liked it rough. Simona had liked it rough with him, she had liked to put on a show for him. Sitting in a chair facing him a la Christine Keeler, looking him in the eye as she made herself come.

Slow deliberate strokes first, just to titillate the both of them. Then longer, stronger strokes, until she leaned back in the chair with her legs spread wide. Simona had rubbed her stomach and breasts with her own come, sticking her finger inside her mouth after to taste what she was spread like a condiment on her body for him to taste. He fucked her rough, his tongue ragged over her skin.

Especially where she was spread with her own condiment.

Simona and Nichy liked sex, but Nichy was frightened. She had run from this man, run so far away from him. Her days of performing for him were over, completely consciously she ran to the door.

He leaped out of nowhere and grabbed her by the hips.The gentle touch on her backside in his greeting at the hospital, now was replaced by a resounding slap catching her sweet spot. Afraid that she was going to come if he slapped her there again, Nichy was perfectly still. He spun her around to face him.

“What do you want Dorian?”

She looked up at his impenetrable face, like looking up at the sky and not knowing what was to come…

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photo by f dot leonora 

Even the sheets of the bed made Nichy horny. Her shower had been torturous, soaping her nipples and between her legs and avoiding both areas as much as she could. The silk negligee that she borrowed from Ilona almost made her dissolve. She could not cover herself with the sheets, because she was afraid of even that extra sensation.  But avoidance did not help her, in fact, it made things worse. She heard Gavin moving around in the room next to her, and his lips on hers, a recent memory stained her mind. Nichy caressed her breast unconsciously. Touching her breast made between her legs crackle like a fire. Her hand dove there. 

But then she remembered.

She promised Gavin that she would not come without him. Her hand paused between her legs, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Sleep did not even come close to her, until she stopped hearing Gavin move around in the other room. Her hand caressed her upper thigh as her eyelids got heavier, it soothed her and eased some of the ache of desire. 

In her dream, she had an orgasm. It felt like she dipped her fingers in water she was so wet in the dream and the waves licked back on her fingers. But she knew she was dreaming, when she was awake again though she still felt the soft waves touching her fingers.

But they were not waves, it was Gavin.

“Oh Gavin, I thought I was dreaming–it was you…”

She caressed his head, and closed her eyes as he kissed her hand before removing it from her thigh and kissed everything she had avoided in the shower.

“Shhh,” he said against her labia, and she shook from the vibration. “I am stealing this…”

The silk of Ilona’s negligée puddled over her stomach, and she opened her slick thighs even more to him. His kisses soon turned to licks, his tongue stroked her playfully but with determination. Nichy cried out, and bit into the flesh of her upper arm. If Gavin was staling this pleasure from her, then they had to be quiet. 

Easier said than done.

He threw her leg over his shoulder, and moved in to pleasure her in ways she was not sure she had ever been pleasured. She bit the inside of her arm in actuality at one point, when his tongue sweetly invaded her. She moved against him, desperate to embrace the nirvana that she had denied herself earlier thant he was now giving her.

And then he stopped.

“I wanna see you play with yourself Nichy, I want to see where you touch yourself when you want to get off. I am going to make you come with my tongue in those places…”

Nichy’s fingers already reached for her clit, even before he told her why he stopped. But when he told her he wanted her to do it, she paused.

“Go on Nichy, show me your hot spots. Show me where you would touch yourself, if you were going to make yourself come.”

It was dim in the room, but she was too turned on to be coy. Nichy flicked her clit, and circled her labia when she felt herself getting too excited. Just when she was afraid that she was going to make herself come, Gavin licked her fingers and started mimicking them.

Nichy bit the thin skin of her hand, so she did not scream as Gavin made her come. Her hips stopped undulating, and she had not even realized they were until they stopped. He kissed her split, and ran his touch through her pubic hair. She caressed his hair, as he placed kisses all over her lower torso. In the morning she would have bites and love marks all over.

She started to caress her breast when, Gavin pulled her leg over his shoulder again. This time, he kissed her ass. No one had ever kissed her there before, and it felt nice. As his tongue played there, the guttural sounds that vibrated through her body made her come even before he really had explored the area.

He laughed, and knelt between her legs.

“Good night Nichy,”

“Gavin!” she gasped, sitting up straight when he got off of the bed.

“Darling Nichy? You said you did not want to here. Do you want more?”
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mid-1920s nightgowns worn by the brox sisters via wikipedia

Ilona did not stop staring at Nichy, and she almost wondered if Ilona could tell.Nichy often fell asleep in the back of a taxi. Between the exhaustion of not having slept well the night before…and the exhaustion of unfulfilled desire…she fell asleep as usual. The city images that flashed by her window, lulled her to sleep.

She dreamt about a lot of nonsensical things, as she did when she was exhausted. But the unfulfilled desire component, included her dreaming of lying on a bed of actual frosting. Or at least what she imagined to be frosting, sweet and sticky all over her body. Especially between her legs. She dampened her finger with her tongue, because it was the stickiness there that concerned her most in her dream. Her moist finger quickly disappeared inside of her, curling and beckoning herself to come here. It was not long before she came, her tongue hanging out of her mouth to lick at the frosting around her.

Startled awake, she felt her face against the now damp with condensation window of the cab, and she was actually grabbing her crotch.

Her eyes darted to Gavin, who smiled.

“You promised not to Nichy, you cheated…” he whispered.

“What?” she questioned indignantly. She was going to pretend that she did not know. Even as she panted, and felt the fleeting aura of her orgasm.

“Come on,” he said taking her offending hand from between her legs. “We’re here.” 

He kissed her hand, and raised it to his mouth. 

“I can smell you.” He said pressing his nose to her fingers, before he put her fingers one by one in his mouth and sucked. “I can taste you…”

Nichy gasped, closing her eyes. Because they had not had sex yet, every place he touched her was like touching her clit. Every place he touched her, was like she was going to come.

“You’re going to make me come again!” she hissed.

“Again?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow.

His phone vibrated and he looked down at it with one hand, while still sucking her fingers.

“Ilona’s contractions are still pretty far apart…She said they might send her home.”

“She knows I am coming with you?”

Gavin nodded, his lips twisted in an ironic smile.

“Ilona is very nice, but she will probably tease you a bit.”

Gavin was right, Ilona smiled at her and stared at her in a knowing way.

“Hey, they are sending me home, Gav. I am not quite ready yet. I need to have the contractions closer together,” Ilona said still looking at Nichy. “I got dressed as soon as I could, so I could meet your friend looking half decent!

“You look gorgeous,” Nichy said extending her hand, the one Gavin had not been sucking. “I’m Nichy.”

“You’re lovely! I have not even got any makeup on!” Ilona laughed.

Nichy smiled, and faded into the background to let the cousins chat. Gavin and Ilona made sure to bring her into the fold. Ilona was amazing to Nichy, so graceful while she was having contractions intermittently. They walked to her apartment which was not far away, since moving was supposed to help the labor along.   

“Wine?” Ilona offered shortly after they arrived. 

“Not for you!” Gavin said.

Ilona glared at him, one hand on her hip.

“For the two of you. I can only imagine how hard it has been since the blackout for the two of you. You can stay here tonight if you like.”

“Thanks,” Gavin looked at Nichy. It took Nichy a moment to realize he was looking at her for her approval. 

She nodded.

“I just went shopping so there is a ton of food,” Ilona said stretching. “I’ll be right back. If I am home again, I might as well be comfortable.”

By the time she was out of the room, Gavin placed his hand on Nichy’s thigh, and kissed her.

“All I am thinking about is you in the guest bed. Ilona has nicer accommodations than I do, so we are lucky…”

Nichy stared at him.

“I am not going to…here in your cousin’s apartment!”

“Illy won’t care, I have seen her with her husband before they were married! She will not care at all.”

Nichy shook her head.

“I can’t. Here.”

Gavin looked at her, brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her temple.

“I understand, but are you going to sleep? Knowing we are divided only by a wall?”

Nichy closed her eyes and nodded. Wiping her hand over her suddenly damp upper lip, she could smell the faint musk of herself on her hands even though Gavin had licked them. She knew she would smell herself in that guest bed tonight, making herself come alone.

Again.

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red velvet frosting via pixabay

I knew a girl named Nikki 

I guess you could say she was a sex fiend 

I met her in a hotel lobby 

Masturbating with a magazine 

–Darling Nikki by Prince

Sitting in the cab next to Gavin was the most arduous labor she had ever experienced in her entire life. He was semi-hard, his shirt ruffled almost crumpled over his belt. She had her head on his shoulder, and looked along his very tempting torso. The way his shirt crumpled made her think of a tissue that he might have used, to wipe the come after he had brought himself to satisfaction.

But neither of them had done that, they had not had time to do anything but run out of the hotel room. Nichy felt him put his arm about her hesitantly, and she knew it was not because he felt awkward expressing emotion. He must have felt like her. She would have been willing in the back of the taxi with him, she knew people did things like that and she never would have imagined doing it until right now with him. Instead she fell into his embrace, her head on his shoulder looking at his shirt and him getting harder.

When she first met Gavin, she was on the elevator with him heading to her interview with their company. It was her second interview, and even though she knew that was a good thing she was nervous. But seeing him took her out of her anxiety just like that. He was so good-looking, that she could not stop staring at him between rapid blinking. At one point, he looked at her with a smile, and she smiled back. When they got to the floor, she realized they were walking to the same office. He held the door for her, letting her walk past him. The heat and hardness of his body were tiny whispers, but she was not able to get her mind off of him after she got hired. All of her interactions with him were pleasant, if few because they did not work in the same department. He was always friendly and polite. Her crush on him mounted up to now, sitting next to him in this taxi. Before very recently she could only soothe the pressure from her lust, by going home and touching herself. The first time it happened in the office bathroom, she was not sure what more she could do. If she was going to spontaneously combust or what. 

She closed her eyes on his shoulder, and he held her even closer to him. Nichy pressed her legs tight together, she knew if she kept just the right amount of pressure she would come and maybe she would be able to operate. 

Gavin sat up suddenly, and put his hand on her thigh. She sat up with him, and looked out of the window. Her eyes darted toward his, when she felt his fingers roughly searching for the crotch of her underwear through her skirt.

When his fingers touched her, right at the core, she blinked and gasped. He rubbed her, and she looked at him. Was he going to make her come in the back of the taxi?

He stopped, put his arm about her and pressed his lips to her cheek before whispering in her ear.

“I saw you pressing your legs together, and I do not want you to come darling Nichy, until I make you come…”

Nichy felt a delicious tingle like currency run along her labia, and trill around her clit. She pressed her legs together again, and he hit her thigh playfully but sternly. Placing her head on his shoulder again, she reached for his crotch. Letting her fingers play along his shaft and balls, she found his head and teased him through his pants.

“Okay, you can’t either.”

Gavin smiled, and placed his hand over hers.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” 

Nichy looked out of the window again. There was not another place in the world that she would rather be than here. Because even with gratification delayed, she was with Gavin and that was more than enough for her.

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filtered photo of a nyc taxi via wikipedia

Nichy sat on the bed, with her hands behind her back. Gavin stood in front of her. She smiled softly, because she loved everything about him. His hands, the tiny slivers of moon that were his nails. His thighs, his feet, his hair, his teeth. She loved everything about him as it was revealed to her. Right now, she loved his eyelashes that she could see fluttering over his eyes. His eyes were the thing about him she loved the most, tied with the timbre of his voice.She lie back on the bed, and closed her eyes. He was right in front of her, and she sunk into the hotel bed thinking about all the times that she had been on her own bed like this: naked curled into fetal position after she had gotten herself beyond wet thinking about being in bed with Gavin. First she would caress herself, not even touching her clit and she would still be that wet. When she finally touched her clit, she would need more. One finger, two fingers, three…pretending all the time that it was Gavin. She came so hard, that she could barely breathe after. 

The bed dipped beside her hip.

“You know, just because we are in a hotel room together does not mean that we have to make love, that we have to…”

Gavin said that quietly, so quietly she almost thought that she imagined it. Almost thought she imagined it, as she looked up at the ceiling that looked like floral cream-colored frosting.

She fished for his hand on the mattress, and caressed his finger when she felt it. Gavin wrapped his hand about hers. Nichy sat up and looked at him, she had been staring at the cream-colored ceiling for so long that Gavin looked cream-colored. They kissed and he tasted like frosting. She thought her imagination was that powerful, but remembered that they had both eaten red velvet cake in the restaurant. The best red velvet cake she had ever had in her entire life. 

Or was everything right now, everything connected to this moment, going to be the best thing that she had ever had?

Gavin tasted like frosting, and she knew she was making the red velvet covers wet. When he caressed her hip and pulled up her dress feeling for her to see if she was still as wet as she had been in the elevator,

she was. More so.

“Still wet,” she said nibbling on his ear. His hand had moved up to her breast as she kissed his neck.

“You taste like red velvet cake.”

“Your dress looks like frosting,” he said breathily. “Take it off because I want to lick you.”

Nichy pulled her dress over her head.

“I want to lick you.”

Gavin started to pull at his belt, but she replaced his hands with hers. She unbuckled his belt, and pulled him out of his suit pants. Touching the tip of him, damp with pre-come.

“You are wet too…” She said reaching up behind her back to unhook her bra.

“You always wear such sexy underwear…” he breathed, his fingers inside the thin damp line of her crotch from where he had been playing with her.

Her bra dropped over his hands looking like decadent lace handcuffs against his wrists. He reached for her breasts, pressing his unshaven cheek to them. Nichy welcomed the roughness. She wanted it rough, needed it to be rough with him.

His teeth were gnawing on her nipple, when his phone rang. She recognized his ringtone. Gavin looked up at her, with a frown and misplaced desire.

“Nichy, I kind of have to take this call.”

Nichy held her breasts when he was not holding them anymore, and nodded.

He took the call in front of her which soothed her a bit, but the wild look in his eyes made her nervous.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can…”

Nichy studied him.

“Nichy, my cousin just went into labor. She lives downtown, and is going to the hospital. She’s a little early and her husband is on a business trip. She is all alone. I have to go, can you come with me?”

“Of course I will.”

“Nichy…”

Nichy smiled at him to let him know he did not have to say anything, and pulled her dress over her head again, looking up at the ceiling that looked like frosting. Then she pulled the dress over her head again, because she had not put on her bra. The bra now looked very much like the undergarments it was, and clearly not handcuffs. Because everything in the world kept Gavin from being with her for any prolonged period of time.

They walked out of the hotel room, and she could still taste the frosting on his lips as the doorman hailed a cab outside of the hotel for them.

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frosting via duck duck go images

The light returned to the city in smatterings. Manhattan was lit, but Brooklyn was not. Nichy and Gavin decided that they would split the cost of a hotel room and stay there until the light returned to their borough. There was a gorgeous boutique hotel that was tucked into a random corner of the West Side, that she had seen many times when she was in a cab. She immediately recommended it to Gavin, and he agreed while they were sitting together in the back of a taxi.

“It is almost like a horror movie what we are going through–No Escape from Manhattan!” she laughed.

“Do you want to escape from me?” Gavin asked her.

There was no need for a verbal response, when his hand rested on her thigh. She wrapped her arm about him, and shifted her legs over his lap to deepen their kiss.

She was breathless and flushed from kissing him, and because he insisted on paying for everything. The cab, the hotel which she began to hotly protest while they were in the lobby…but then he kissed her and she stopped.

“What kind of man would I be to make you pay for anything on our first date?”

“Gav–”

He kissed her again. Every time he kissed her the red velvet interior of the hotel lobby left her vision, like red velvets curtains on a stage coming down. She would open her eyes, and wonder what was going to come next.

“Are you hungry?” he asked holding her hand, and gesturing to the jewel-like restaurant that was also encased in red velvet. 

She shook her head.

“Maybe after we get settled in our room?” she said.

Gavin squeezed her hand tight, and nodded.

The night before, everyone slept where they could find a place to sleep in their office. She and Gavin found a place together. Nichy had been draped over him like a blanket, and he was under her like a bed. His hard body was exactly what she needed to lull herself to sleep. She fell asleep easily in his arms, but he slept fitfully. Every time he shifted, he kissed her softly and caressed her face, neck…later drowsily her breasts. Then consciously, very consciously he caressed them. 

Since touching her breasts was like touching her clitoris, the feeling of them being caressed, her nipples being tugged or inadvertently stimulated while he was fondling them made her shift against him. With her eyes closed tight, she squeezed her legs tighter then opened her eyes gasping when she came.

“Did you just come?” he whispered against the soft skin under her ear in the darkness of their corner of the office. He licked her there just beneath her earlobe. When he kissed her, she could taste the remnants of her perfume on his lips and tongue.

Nichy started panting softly now, as they got into the elevator. The hotel was called The Red Velvet, so the decor was everything was red velvet covered. The thickly-painted ceiling resembled cream cheese frosting, in a much more decorous way.

Gavin studied her face, as her head rolled against the plush red velvet interior of the elevator. She saw the look in his eyes, that unmistakable look that let her know he wanted her. She wondered what her face looked like to him. If he could see her naked lust as well. Neither one of them looked away, until they ended up on the top floor because neither of them pressed the button to their floor.

Nichy felt like she was walking into a dream, as they walked out toward the glass doors that led onto the roof. Putting her hands on the decorative cream-colored ledge, Nichy watched New York spread brightly before her. Because it was daytime. She knew that there were parts of the city that were still dark, that was why she was here with Gavin. He was not touching her, but she felt his presence and heat more than she felt the sun.

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red velvet cake via duck duck go images cropped and filtered by f dot leonora

Nichy could barely get out of the booth when it was time for Gavin to go back to the office. He kissed her when she stood up and pulled her into him, so that she could feel every hard line of his body. She pressed her lips to his cheek, as he handed the check to the waiter.

He had already lingered over time for their meal, but now he had to go back to the office. Neither one of them was able to let go of the other, their arms about each other as they walked out of the bar. The night air was not cool, but because they had been so hot and heavy inside the bar, even the sultry breeze hit them like a bucket of ice.

“Come back to the office with me…” he said. 

She knew that he was just as heated as she was, and that was what was talking.

“I am going to go home, because if I come back to the office with you…you will not get any work done…”

He pressed her against their office building–she had to pass it to get to the train–and ran his hands through her hair as he kissed her. She closed her eyes even tighter, because the soft massage consumed her. 

Gavin kissed her forehead.

“I know, I know…” he said, looking down at her.

He kissed her pulsing temple again, and hugged her.

“Text me when you get home princess,” he said.

Walking the couple of blocks left to the train, Nichy felt so much sweet congestion between her legs, that she felt she could sit on the curb and pull up her dress. Once her dress was up over her thighs, she would caress the softness of her belly and then let her fingers caress her damp labia. She feared that her shifting as she rushed down the street, made people think that she had just been fucked.

Her legs were spread on the curb in her mind, and she rubbed frantically. Resting on a tire, she bent one knee and rubbed until she came so roughly she almost lost consciousness on the sidewalk. She fantasized herself looking like Marilyn Monroe in that iconic shot where she was sitting in the street in fishnets. In reality, she knew she would look more like the hot mess that she was, later that evening when she got home. In bed, she played with herself until the bedsheets kept getting stuck between her legs, because it was super wet there. Nichy was covered head to toe in her sheets, her entire body damp with the consummation of her pleasure when she heard her buzzer.

The only person she could think would come over this late was Renee. She grabbed her brush, to get her hair into a semblance of something.

“Hello,” she spoke into her speaker.

“Princess?”   

Nichy felt a aftershock of orgasm hit her, when she heard Gavin’s voice.

“Hey…”

She waited for him by the door. When she let him in, he pulled her close like he had in the bar.

“I am all sweaty, I did not put the AC on,” she said, lying to explain why she was so damp.

He licked behind her ear.

“You taste sweet,” he said. “I just needed one more good night kiss, princess…”

He kissed her again. Her body so damp she felt pasted to him. His being dressed in his full suit except for his jacket which he placed on the table by the door, and his hand roaming over the soft parts of her that he could not access in the bar made her swoon.

“Tomorrow night, come hell or high water Nichy…tomorrow is going to be our first date…”

They kissed again, her damp body responded to his touches and just his nearness in general as she was molded to his body. 

She felt she did not belong anywhere else.

“Tomorrow,” she said within a kiss, panting from the sultry air not from outside…but that they created inside.

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Marilyn via duck duck go images

Nichy’s hand was almost stuck between her legs when she woke up. She pulled it slowly, letting her fingers brush her labia. A small jolt tremored through her, and she let her hand stick there just a little longer. On her side, in bed, she felt deliciously languorous and rubbed her labia over and over. When she was slippery enough, she moved faster and faster until she closed her eyes and came. Her orgasm was not hard, but fully gripped her. She felt it as she tossed her legs over her bed, and looked down at her bare legs which just touched her floral curtain. 

She had that feeling all day at work. It was date night, and she was very excited to be with Gavin…at last! She did not have to work late, everything was set. And she still savored the delicious remnants of the pleasure that had gripped her that morning in bed.

Gavin came over to her desk, the look on his face gripped her in a different way.

“I have to work late tonight, and nothing as cool as what you did the other night. No party, and I will probably be here until midnight.”

“Do you get a dinner break?”

“Sort of?”

Nichy beckoned him with a rose-polished nail, as he leaned into her and she felt that grip sweeten between her legs again.

“Then I am “sort of” it.”

Gavin stood at full height, his face softened with desire.

“I’ll go to the bar after work, and you come meet me.”

“Oh, I will come,” he said.

Nichy turned back to her paperwork, with a soft smile on her lips.

That same smile hovered over the cucumber gin tonic she sipped at the bar, waiting for Gavin. She stirred her drink sweetly, when her phone vibrated. She told Gavin not to text her unless he was coming, she was running out of tolerance for canceling their first assignation. 

He slid into the booth with her easily, his leg rubbed against her bare thigh.

“This is going to be like a speed date,” he lamented.

“Depends on what you do with the time…” 

He kissed her forcing the breath from her, before chewing on her lip.

“Seems you are very hungry…” she whispered, as he caressed her cheek. 

When he kissed her again, he caressed her neck and the soft swell that was the tip of her spine. 

Their food came. Nichy had ordered before he walked in. Mussels and frites with a rich saffron sauce, that aroused her as much as his mouth. She licked his lips, and in the corner of his mouth tasted a burst of coffee that she knew he must have been drinking so he did not fall asleep. He was very awake now, as was she. 

The grip of his hand, replaced the feeling of his leg on her thigh. Nichy luxuriated in lying back in the high plush leather booth that she picked out for them, as Gavin licked the tip of her earlobe and kissed her neck. She lifted her arm to one side to brush her hair over her shoulder, when she felt the gentle tickle of Gavin’s fingers along her arm and the side of her breast. Nichy closed her eyes tightly, relishing the feeling.

They pulled away from each other, but Nichy kept her arms wrapped loosely about him. Gavin dipped a lengthy frite into the saffron broth, before swirling it around in the homemade ketchup that came with it and fed it to Nichy. Nichy let him feed her, and sucked on the tips of his fingers. Her tongue caressed the tips, until any evidence of the broth or ketchup was gone. Pulling his fingers away, Gavin caressed her lips with his damp fingers.

“You’re making me so damn hard,” he moaned quietly.

His words were treated as an invitation for Nichy to run her hand over his stomach, pausing to tug on his belt buckle before she caressed the very damn hard bulge below it. She felt his hand cover hers, as she caressed him. It turned her on that he was was this hard, and that she had made him so. 

Nichy searched for a lengthy frite of her own that she let get soggy in the mussel broth , before she swirled it in the homemade ketchup and kissed him before she fed it to him. She gasped when he roughly sucked her fingers, not just the tips. His tongue lapped at the flesh part of her palm, licking along its curve.

“I want to eat you,” he said.

Nichy thought about Renee and Tyler in the stall of the unisex bathroom, Tyler’s hands on Renee’s breasts, and she almost wanted to drag Gavin there. But she did not want their first time to be so careless and unremarkable. 

“I want you,” he continued. “I could have you in this booth, but I don’t want the first time to be like that. I want to seduce you properly, slowly princess. I want to treat you like my princess…”

He kissed her forehead gently, before picking up more frites to feed her. 

Neither one of them ate anything that the other did not feed them. Their feeding each other was like they wanted their lovemaking to be: slow and filled with caring.

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photo by my friend, Exposing 40

Nichy pressed her nails into her palm so deeply, there was an imprint that she rubbed now sitting at her perch as the faux librarian.

Her boss had been gentle about it, but since out the day before she was scheduled to work in the library this evening. Sitting there now, she rubbed that ridge on her palm. Pressed that same palm to her face because that Gavin held when she told him that she was going to have to work that night.

“We can go out after everyone has left,” he said to her as they walked outside during lunch.

“But you know when we have parties no one ever goes! They stay until the booze is done!”

“I will wait for you princess, I will wait.”

He stopped in the middle of the street, caressed her cheek and pushed loose strands of her hair away from her eyes. Their second kiss was the most natural thing, feeling more like need than desire. Gavin held her close. 

“I will wait for you.”

The feeling of his body against hers was still heavy upon her as she sat at the heavy oak desk, remembering what Renee had told her. She wished she had had the nerve to ask Gavin to sit with her, but she had not. At least she knew that he would wait for her.

If she could not quench her desire at all, at least she could get up and get a drink. She was allowed to get as much as she wanted to eat or drink while she worked and she would get a car home. Gavin could go home with her, and they could go to the restaurant where he had found her when he came looking for her.

Nichy washed her mouth with a second gin tonic, and nibbled on a small plate of appetizers. Her tongue lingered over the savory blood on the warm slices of lamb on crusty bread, as if she was seeking the rawness of life. 

After she placed the small plate on a silver tray for the servers who walked around, she sipped slowly on her gin tonic with copious cucumber pulp.   

Gavin sat at the library desk, replacing her. Nichy paused, a little heady from having her second gin tonic. It was late enough that she was beginning to think that they were not going to have a date. But he sat there sipping scotch, she knew that was what he liked from being with him after work at the bar.

“So I guess we are going to have to have a date here then,” he announced.

Gavin got up, and pulled out the chair for Nichy.

She sat down, and he pulled up a chair to sit beside her.

“I was thinking that we were not going to have our date after all. And that I should have asked you to come keep me company.”

“Glad I came Nich.”

He sat beside her, and they talked about the goings on around them. Nichy realized that just having him there talking with, made her feel the same electricity that Renee had described to her doing far more with Tyler. Gavin stayed with her until almost everyone left, but she was at least relieved when her car came. They said nothing, but walked out together and into her car. 

Nichy looked at the stars in the sky from out of the window, her eyes already full of them.

It was just after midnight, and she was exhausted. They stopped in front of her apartment building, and she walked out looking up at the full moon. The moon shone so bright, she almost had to shield her eyes from it. But instead her eyes closed as Gavin kissed her. Their hands moved faster than the speed of light over each other. Gavin caressed all of her curves softly when he encountered them though: one hand lingered on the curve of her backside just under the swell of her cheek, while the other was filled with the fullness of her breast. He almost pulled away from her lips, but sucked on the bottom one like a candy.

“I needed the taste of your lips again,” he whispered finally letting go, and squeezing her bottom which made her feel like she might come. His touch made her labia tremble.

Nichy’s answer was her hands in his back pocket, as she kissed him again. She kissed him tiny kisses as infinite as the petals of a flower, before she utilized words.

“You should have asked the driver to wait for you.”

“It is okay, I will walk home. Tomorrow, we will have a real date?”

Nichy stood still, but her body felt as though currents raced through her. The electricity of her desire was rampant. Gavin smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand before she let it go and watched him walk away until he disappeared into the night.

His kisses left her wanting more. Under her sheets much later, she caressed her bottom the way he had when they kissed. Her finger lingered just under the curve of her cheek, but did not stop there. She let her fingers slip between the divide of her cheeks and let the tips of them address the wetness there. Between her legs was congested with the desire that their kissing had created. Now she let her fingers move along the wetness there, and she did not even have a chance to touch herself in earnest. With just the recognition of how wet she was, Nichy made herself come with with the lightest of caresses. She was so tired that her climax lulled her to sleep, and she woke up with her hands sticky between her thighs.

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When Nichy’s buzzer buzzed, she assumed that it was Gavin–not wanting to wait for date night after all. “Nichy?” 

Renee’s scratchy voice was disembodied coming through her speaker, as she buzzed her in. Her friend’s actual presence was even more unsettling than her voice was.

“Are you okay Nichy? I was trying to get in contact with you all day, but I kept getting your voicemail.”

“Why, what happened with Tyler?”

Renee stared at her.

“I did not come here to talk about Tyler, I came to see you! To make sure you were not dead or something. You never take time off.”

“Well I needed some time to myself.”

Nichy’s body still buzzed from making out with Gavin. She could still smell his warm scent, and feel the scruff of his beard against her face. Felt his hands on her body…she was saturated with desire all over again.

“Why are you being so mysterious Nichy? What is going on?”

“Nothing,” Nichy said quickly. “Would you like some wine?”

“Sure!”

Nichy knew that she would be able to distract Renee with the offer of liquor. Renee plopped down sloshing red wine on herself and the couch. Nichy looked at the bruise-colored stain, and shrugged her shoulders.

“And Tyler did come in today…” Renee started.

Nichy drank a few more glasses of Lambrusco than she was planning to. The sweet red wine tasted like bubbly punch. And there was really no words to get in edgewise, once Renee started talking.

“I covered the library today since you were out–”

Nichy pressed the back of her hand to her mouth but before she got an apology out, Renee continued.

“Tyler came in to keep me company. He was sitting next to me, and since the library was empty…and since we had not seen each other for a long time…” Renee looked dreamily into space, and then finally purred. “He plays my pussy like a violin…”

Nichy remembered almost kissing Gavin in the library, and actually kissing him just moments ago. Renee had a knack for getting her wound up. She wished Gavin had come back to see her, instead of listening to Renee who was making her body heavy with desire telling her about Tyler.

They both jumped when wild lightning flashed first, then deafening thunder followed it.

The pouring rain outside made Renee sit up straight. 

“Do you mind if I stay over? I know it sounds terrible, but I am afraid of thunderstorms.”

“Sure,” Nichy shrugged. “It’s late anyway.”

Nichy got up, and pulled out her own stuff out of her overnight bag since she did not often have guests stay over. She placed everything on the couch where Renee sat stiff, just nodding to show her appreciation for the donation.

Nichy got herself ready for bed, her body was soft and desired to be touched. Renee had made her want to be touched even more than she had already wanted to be. The sheets aroused her as she got into bed. The rain poured steadily against the window, and lightning in broad white bursts like the Fourth of July before finally thunder so heavy. Renee jumped into her bed, and under the covers with her.

With Renee in her bed, she was even more restless than she would have been if she had been in bed alone.

Renee shifted more than the occurrences of lightning and thunder combined, which made Nichy lie in bed with her eyes open. When the rain subsided, Nichy’s eyes got heavier than her desire. She was drifting into sleep when she felt Renee her body pressed close to hers, Renee’s arms about her. She shifted to get out of her embrace, but Renee grabbed her breast and moaned between her shoulder blades. Nichy jumped out of bed. 

“Renee!” 

Renee rolled around, and covered her head with the sheets.

Nichy realized she was not going to get a bit of sleep in the same bed with Renee, so she let her have it.

In the morning, Nichy found herself with her head on her arms at her dresser. She felt that she had not had enough sleep, but at least the sun was out. Nichy got up and got ready for work, after she had hit Renee several times to make her get up. 

To no avail.

When Renee finally woke up, she walked into the bathroom with just a thong. Nichy felt Renee’s breasts pressed to her back again. She was not sure how much more of Renee as a sexual being she could take, between her stories and having her in her bed. Renee telling her that sitting in the same chair that she had sat in, where she had almost kissed Gavin for the first time, that Tyler had caressed her thighs and that he had touched them slowly, digging his finger in the part between her upper thighs until felt the hair between her legs. He ran his fingers through it, ran his fingers through her hair and circled her labia, until he felt felt her wetness which he smeared first in her pubic hair…before played her like a violin…before she came in the chair Nichy usually sat in as faux librarian.

Nichy smiled at Renee who walked past her into the bathroom. She waited for Renee to get ready so she could lock up after her, and fished through her bag for her phone when she saw it:

I can still taste your lips.

Nichy pressed her lips to the phone, where Gavin’s text was located with anticipation…

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