0 comments/ 5788 views/ 0 favorites Only For Tonight By: ImmortalRomance AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. This story takes place after Victor Lord Junior's death. ~*Vicki's Cabin on Llantano Mountain*~ Life without Victor was hellish for Tea. John still hadn't found his killer, and Tea was heartbroken. Victor hadn't even had the chance to find the true person deep inside himself when he had been so cruelly gunned down. With an aching sense of loss, Tea had gone to Vicki asking her to let her spend the weekend alone at Vicki's cabin on Llantano Mountain. Tea just had to get away and come to terms with the fact that the man she had loved was now gone. Dani was spending the weekend with Starr and Hope at Dorian's, so it was the perfect opportunity for Tea to get away. Vicki gave Tea the keys to the cabin, so Tea packed up a few supplies and headed up to Vicki's rustic cabin on the mountain. As she drove up the twisting, winding road toward the top of the mountain, a sense of peace overcame Tea. There would be life after Victor; there had to be. Yes, what she had shared with Victor had been powerful and amazing, but he wouldn't want to see her so sad and broken. He would want her to go on with her life and find some measure of happiness. Tea arrived at the cabin in the late afternoon, and the light was dying fast. It was chilly up here on the mountain, so she went inside and started a fire in the fireplace. Tea then worked quickly to unload the car. After she had carried her supplies inside, she lit a couple of lanterns, giving the cabin a comfortable glow. There was something about this cabin which never failed to bring her a breath of tranquility. She sat down on the couch facing the fireplace and began to relax. A soft sigh left her lips as all the tension began to leave her weary body. She hadn't been sleeping well all these nights following her husband's murder. She had put every bit of her energy into comforting Daniella, doing everything in her power to see that her daughter made it through the terrible ordeal. She had given all her strength to Dani, but who had been there for her? Tears suddenly filled her eyes, threatening to spill. The one person she wished had been there to comfort her hadn't even shone her face. Her shaky friendship with Blair had seemed to have vanished after that one heated confrontation when Tea had accused Blair of trying to sink her clutches into her husband. "Damn you, Blair. My husband is dead; I need you... and you aren't even here!" Tea growled, picking up a couch pillow and punching it. She had thought Blair had truly cared, but obviously not. Those days of their faltering friendship were over. Tea had never felt more alone. Sitting there beside the crackling fire, Tea had nearly dozed off. That is when she heard a knock at the door. *Who could that be?* Tea was thinking, knowing she was miles from Llanview and on the top of the mountain. No one knew she was here besides Vicki, so it was a little disconcerting to think that some strange person had happened along and was now standing right outside the cabin. Walking to the door, Tea asked cautiously, "Who is it?" "It's me- Blair. Aren't you even going to let me in?" Blair asked, sounding annoyed as usual. Wordlessly, Tea opened the door, seeing Blair standing there, shivering in the chilly breeze. Tea just stood there, staring at her. "I'm freezing out here, Tea. Let me in," Blair demanded. Then Blair just brushed Tea aside, entering the warmth of the cabin. Tea closed the door, then turned to look at Blair, a frown upon her face. "What are you doing here, Blair?" Tea demanded. "I thought you hated me after that awful fight we had, and you didn't want to see me again." Blair wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warm. She shook her head, hearing Tea's words. "I don't hate you, Tea. And I'm sorry about that fight. Most of all, I'm sorry I haven't gotten my butt over to see you after Victor was killed. I have had my hands occupied with Jack's anger, Starr's endless tears, and Sam's confusion. Dorian's there right now with the kids, so I finally found the opportunity to come see you..." "But I discovered that you weren't home, so I stopped by Vicki's to ask if she'd seen you, and she told me you'd come up here," Blair said as she walked closer to the fire to warm her chilled hands. Blair turned, looking into Tea's liquid brown eyes. "Tea, I am so sorry about Victor. I loved him, too," Blair said sincerely. "I knew it! I KNEW you had designs on my husband," Tea said in a voice tinged with pain and anger. "No, Tea. I loved him because he's Sam's father, and once long ago, we were together. My kids, Starr and Jack loved him like a dad. And for all his faults, I once thought he was my husband and the father of my children. I didn't love him like you loved him. What you and he had was special. You were so lucky to have had a love like that." Hearing Blair's words, Tea believed her. Blair hadn't wanted Victor. Continuing to bicker over it was ludricous. It was time to let all that animosity and resentment go. With teary eyes, Tea nodded. "I'm sorry, Blair. I can be such a bitch sometimes." "Ahhh, that's alright. We both know I am the Queen of the Bitches," Blair said with a little smile. "I understand why you got so upset about the kiss I planted on Victor, and I apologize as I honestly never meant to offend you..." "Why are you telling me all this? And why did you come up all the way to the top of the mountain to speak to me tonight?" "Because Tea, I care about you. I care about you very deeply. And I know how much losing Victor has hurt you. I thought you needed me," Blair admitted. "So, I'm here." "I'm here for you, Tea. I'm here for tonight... if you want me to stay." Tea looked perplexed as she gazed at Blair as though trying read between the lines and understand Blair's actual motives. "Blair, what exactly is it you are saying?" "I'll just spell it out for you, Tea. I came here tonight to offer you my comfort, my friendship... and more, but only if you want that, too." "You want to ... spend the night with me?" "Yes," Blair answered, going to take a seat upon the couch. She was warming up nicely now, especially with the sudden topic of conversation. Ever since they had been locked up together in that basement room of the KAD Frat house, Blair and Tea had bonded. A connection had formed between them and every time she was with Tea, Blair had felt sparks, as though they were destined to get together somehow. The argument they had shared a couple of weeks prior only seemed to have fueled Blair's desire, not duminished it. Now she needed to know how Tea felt. She braced herself, not really knowing what Tea's reaction would be. Tea sunk down on the couch next to Blair, gazing into her amber eyes. "My husband just died. I don't know how I can..." Softly Blair pressed a fingertip to Tea's lips to silence her. "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want. I just want to hold you and comfort you..." "I'm here for you, Tea," Blair spoke, wrapping her arms around Tea and pulling her in close. Going into Blair's arms, Tea lay her cheek against Blair's shoulder. "I needed you, Blair," she breathed. "I was so alone, and I wished you were there." "I'm here now," said Blair as she caressed Tea's hair. "You've been through so much. I'm so sorry; it just isn't fair..." Silent tears rolled from Tea's eyes, wetting Blair's shoulder. As Tea cried, Blair caressed her hair, whispering quiet, soothing words. After a good cry, Tea actually felt better. She pulled back a fraction from Blair, looking into her eyes. "Thank you for coming," she said softly. "I'm glad you are here..." Tenderly Blair brushed away Tea's tears with her fingertips. "You look exhausted. I think you should go lie down now. I'll hold you..." Blair suggested. "You just want to get me into bed with you," Tea said with a small giggle. "Yeah, maybe..." Blair said with a little smirk. "But more than that, I just want you to feel better, Tea. It hurts me to see you so sad." Blair stood up, taking Tea's hand and helping her up from the couch. Together, they walked into the bedroom. "It's cold in here..." Tea spoke, gazing at the huge, comfortable bed. It looked very inviting, and the thought of Blair's arms around her made it even more appealling. "I think I know a way we can make it much warmer..." Blair said in a murmur as she lead Tea over to the bed. As soon as Tea had sat down, Blair slid into bed beside her. She reached for Tea, drawing her into her arms. "What are we doing, Blair?" Tea whispered softly, looking into Blair's eyes. "What we've wanted to do for a long time," Blair said, her eyes daring Tea to deny it. Tea just gave in, wrapping her arms around Blair, raising her lips to hers. She began kissing Blair with a passion which warmed her blood, making her forget everything but Blair's kiss. Moments later, Blair began taking Tea's clothing off, tossing all of it aside. The heat between them began to rise, as Tea slid her hand under Blair's blouse, caressing Blair's nipples through the fabric of her bra. "Tea," Blair moaned into the kiss. She eased Tea back on the bed, coming down on top of her. Their kisses became deeper and more erotic as Blair eased off Tea's panties which had been her last article of clothing. "Someone's extremely wet," Blair said in sexy voice, as she slid her hand in between Tea's legs, finding her moist center. "Mmmm," Tea moaned, feeling Blair's exploring fingers gliding between her silken folds. She was actually throbbing with intense need. "Please, Blair... Make me cum," Tea pleaded. "Ohhh I will, I promise. Just let me take off my clothes first." Blair stood up, shedding herself of her garments. Soon they lay in a pile with Tea's. In the flickering lamplight, she gazed down at the beautiful woman lying there upon the bed. "I've wanted you, Tea for a very long time, and now finally I'm going to have you. Even when I hated you; I wanted you. Every fight we had turned me on. I wanted to throw you down... and punish you for all the terrible ways you would hurt me back then. I wanted to make you pay," Blair confessed. "Really?" Tea said, raising one eyebrow. "And now? What do you want to do with me now?" "Tonight I want to make love to you. I want to hold you, kiss you, and make you forget for a moment all the awful things you have been through. And then if we're still capable, we can start all over and do it again... until the morning comes." "Wow, I've barely slept the past few nights, so I dunno how long I'm gonna last," said Tea, feeling sudden disappointment because Blair had said earlier it ws only for tonight. Surely it would take more than one night to share all the kinky things that Tea longed to experience with Blair. "Well, we better get started then, sweet thing," Blair spoke as she crawled into bed again, pressing her body to Tea's. Tea wrapped her arms around Blair, pulling her down to her. The moment their flesh melded, Tea went up in flames. It was as though she was dying for Blair to love her. She wrapped a leg around Blair, opening herself to her. They were kissing as Blair slid a finger deeply into Tea. It felt amazingly good as Blair began fucking Tea deeply with the finger. "I want more," Tea spoke as she broke away from Blair's kiss. "Then I shall give you more," Blair quipped, beginning to spread kisses all over Tea, starting at her sensitive neck and working her way down. A moment later, she traced Tea's breast with her fingerip then took a dusky nipple in her mouth. Tea cried out as Blair suckled upon the tender peak. Hearing Tea's sounds of passion, Blair continued to glide her finger into Tea's warm honey. "Ohhh that feels so good... please don't stop!" Tea begged, arching her hips toward Blair's questing finger. Blair slid her kisses down over Tea's stomach, sipping softly at her sweet skin. Knowing what was coming next, Tea opened her legs, urging Blair to taste of her desire. Poised between Tea's open legs, Blair gently withdrew her finger. "I've always wanted to taste you, Tea. I've dreamed of this," she admitted, gliding her tongue into Tea's liquid center. Blair began to taste of Tea as though she were indulging in a delectable treat. Crying out in pleasure, Tea began pulling at Blair's golden hair. She clung to it tightly as though she would never let Blair go. Feeling Tea's passion increase, Blair began licking and teasing her hard little clit. "Please Blair... I need to cum!" Tea cried out. Blair paused for a moment, looking up at Tea with eyes dark with desire. "Alright, Tea. Hold on tight, because this is going to be a wild ride." Before Tea could ask what Blair had in mind, suddenly Blair had inserted three of her long fingers into Tea's gushing slit. Tea let out a soft scream, feeling Blair begin to fuck her hard and deep with those thrusting fingers. "Ohhh yes! Blair, please!" Tea exclaimed, clutching the bedsheets in her fists as the wild penetrations became more intense. Blair continued to fuck Tea deeply, watching the beautiful woman below her toss and cry out in ecstasy. "Cum now, Tea!" Blair said with insistence. "I wanna feel you cum!" Every muscle in Tea's body tightened as her pussy clamped down on Blair's fingers, and she began to cum. She came so hard, spilling her juices onto Blair's hand. "Beautiful," Blair murmured, watching as Tea went over the edge. A moment later she withdrew her fingers, kissing away Tea's essence from the digits. Tea reached for Blair, pulling her down beside her. A small smile was on Tea's sweet face. "I'm sleepy..." she whispered. "Ohhh no, you aren't going to sleep yet. I'm not done with you, Ms. DelGado." To prove her point, Blair pressed her nakedness against Tea's. "Blair, I think we are going to need more than just one night," Tea said quietly, gazing into Blair's amber eyes. "Alright, I guess I'll stay for the weekend then," Blair said with a little sigh. As Tea slid her hand in between Blair's legs and toyed with her clit, Blair got another idea. "Okay, how about a month then?" she suggested. Tea didn't answer as her lips melded to Blair's. Only For Tonight The most memorable night of my life happened because I let the loneliness get to me. For a long time I'd done my best at staving it off, distracting myself, but that Friday night I couldn't hold it off anymore. It felt like my solitude was being rubbed in my face. I learned an old friend of mine had gotten engaged. My brother called me up to talk about his new girlfriend. My friend Denise had been planning to come over and watch a movie with me that night, but instead called to cancel because she met a new guy and had made a date. Of course I was happy for everyone, but deeper down I was bitter and felt alone. Where was my special someone? I'd been alone for three years, ever since my wife, Gloria, had left me. It was right after we'd had our daughter. Shortly after her birth, Gloria had decided she wasn't ready to be a mother and disappeared. Eventually my lawyer tracked her down and had her served with divorce papers. It was uncontested. She just signed them and mailed them back. Which was fine by me . . . anyone who could leave her newborn with no attempt at contact wasn't worth crying over. Since then, I'd raised our daughter Gina by myself. With occasional babysitting help from my mother, that is. I wouldn't change it for anything. My little girl, Gina, was the light of my life, and I had only to look into her eyes to see all the struggles were worth it. She was a precious, sweet little girl and I'd walk through fire for her if necessary. On the other hand, there was a part of me not being fulfilled. In the three years since Gloria's departure, I hadn't gone on a single date. My life revolved around Gina and work. I had a couple of female friends, but no one I was interested in taking to the next level. For awhile that was by choice. I didn't see the point in getting attached when she would just get bored with me or overwhelmed by life and take off. The more time that passed, though, the more I started thinking that I may be able to give dating a try. Unfortunately, I had no prospects. Work and home—those were my only two environments. I was in a rut. On the Friday I'd gotten all the news about blossoming relationships, work went very slowly. Everything was frustrating me. I was tightly wound and about to explode. Once I finally got to the end of the business day, I picked Gina up from her day care and on a whim, I called my mother. She agreed to pick up her granddaughter and watch her overnight. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I knew I had to do something. I returned to my to grab Gina's overnight bag and not long after was waving to her as my mother pulled out of my driveway. I proceeded to shower, dress, and make myself presentable. I dabbed on some cologne from the dusty bottle in my bathroom, and looked myself over in the mirror. My hair had gotten shaggy, since I'd neglected to get it cut in several months. I was clean shaven for a change—usually I didn't bother shaving except once or twice a week. I was wearing a nice, button down shirt, but also jeans. It was a novelty to wear jeans since I was required to wear slacks at work. I actually only owned one pair of jeans without holes in them. Other than that, there was nothing interesting or different about my reflection. I've never been spectacular in the looks department, but I had to admit I wasn't bad. I'm about 6'2" and slim. Chasing after a rambunctious three year old kept me from getting flabby, but I wasn't very active otherwise, besides a self-crafted workout routine. I have a firm jaw, and my eyes are light brown—almost the same shade as my hair. I left the house quickly, not wanting to get nervous and back down. I'd never been on an actual date, believe it or not, despite being 25. I'd met my wife not too long out of high school, where I hadn't been popular. (Besides a brief fling with a girl who ended up moving away a couple months later.) We mostly just hung out, no real structured dates. Because of this, I wasn't used to being out and about. I knew there was a bar pretty close to where I worked. I'd never been there, but I'd heard several of my coworkers talking about it. So that was where I decided to go. I figured it was early, so if this turned out to be a bust, I could always leave and try another place. It was just starting to get dark as I left and drove the short distance there. (I lived about a ten minute drive from work.) I had no expectations for the night. If I did, it was just that I'd be lonely in a new place and after a few over-priced drinks I'd get so bored that I'd wander back home, heat up a frozen pizza and watch TV. Even though my brother and my guy friends claimed it was easy to pick up girls at bars, I had no clue how to even go about this. As soon as I stepped into the bar I was struck by how dark and loud it was. Music was blaring and there was the rumble of voices all around. It didn't take too long to get used to the dark, but the noise took longer. I surveyed the room and saw no one familiar. There were slick-looking guys everywhere, either clustered together, or alone and clearly hitting on girls. The girls themselves were a sight. All sizes, shapes and ages, many of them dressed in tight, revealing clothing. I could instantly see the appeal of places like this! None of these lovely ladies were remotely in my league, though. After tiring of looking around, I inched my way through the crowd to get to the bar. I ordered a beer and wandered off with it, making my way to the other end of the room where I could go back to surveying the inhabitants of this strange place. I was surprised by how alone I felt surrounded by so many people. None of them knew me, and I wasn't outgoing enough to strike up a conversation with anyone. So I stood alone, nursing my beer, watching the people milling about me. Everyone either had connections already, or were busy connecting with new people. I was baffled by how easy it looked. I tried in vain to work up the courage to approach someone, anyone, but chickened out each time. I went and ordered another beer, and as I weaved my way through the drunken people, I caught a glimpse of someone I knew. At least I thought I did. I had to look at her twice to be sure. She looked so completely different that I was taken by surprise. I inched my way closer and took in the welcome sight of a familiar face. Her name was Jenny and I'd worked with her for five years. I hadn't even looked at her twice for the first few years. She was just part of the office; a quirky, nice lady who worked in the next room. After Gloria left, I'd taken more notice. At the Christmas party a couple of months before, she'd worn a form-fitting green dress with a short hem line. I think every straight guy in the office noticed her that night. Before she'd always been a dress shirt and slacks type, but after that she wore more revealing things. Still professional, but much nicer to look at. After that night I'd started finding excuses to drop by her desk, or wander by the break room when I knew she was at lunch. I flirted a bit, as much as I could without being overly obvious about it, and I was pretty sure she had flirted back on a couple of occasions. We hadn't become friends, but I'd wanted to. I was very awkward when it came to making friends. All I really knew about her was that she was a single mom, around my age, with a daughter a year older than mine, she was single, and she really enjoyed jogging. Tonight she was decked out in a very sexy ensemble that made it so I couldn't look away from her. She was wearing a tight black dress that showcased her curves. The hem was short, revealing her long, lean, bare legs. Her shoes were spike heels. There was a silver bracelet around her left ankle and a matching one on her slender right wrist. The dress itself was low-cut, showing off cleavage I hadn't realized she had. Her short, straight brown hair perfectly framed her pretty face. Her makeup was expertly applied, highlighting her big, dark brown eyes, her long lashes and her wide, inviting mouth. She wasn't my normal type—she was as tall as me in the heels, really tan, and slim almost to the point of being skinny. Usually I went for shorter women with more curves, but I had to admit there was something overwhelmingly sexy and elegant about her. Her personality clashed with the impression of elegance, but not in a bad way. She had always been a cheerful, joking woman. Quick to laugh, always with irreverent and unexpected comments. Tonight, she seemed to be striking up random, drunken conversations with whoever she bumped into. Literally, in many cases. She was clearly drunk and boisterous, having a good time. A couple of guys were trailing after her, but she didn't seem to be taking notice of them. I watched her for a bit, enjoying the sight of her cutting loose. At work she usually seemed tightly-wound, always racing around and jittery. At the bar she was flailing around and grinning. Just watching her made me forget my loneliness and I couldn't help but smile. She was getting closer to me and I tried to work out what I would say if she noticed me. Before she got to me, though, she was stopped by one of the guys that had been following her. If looks could tell me anything, I could tell immediately that this guy was a complete ass. He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her arm, leaned in and whispered something into her ear. Right away her face crumpled, her smile vanishing. She tried to pull back and shook her head. He pulled her in closer, refusing to let her go. Not even stopping to think, I set my drink down on somebody's table and crossed swiftly to them. I plucked his hand from her arm and said loudly and calmly, "The lady said no, buddy." He turned and glared at me, but I barely noticed. I had wanted to deck him for making her smile disappear, but at the same time, Jenny turned to me, her face lighting up in recognition. "Dennis!" she shouted, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her cheek to mine. She turned back to the guy who'd been bothering her, still clinging to me, and told him, "I'm with this guy. I TOLD you I have a boyfriend!" The guy sneered at us and stomped away. The other hanger-on slinked off on his own, not wanting any trouble. Jenny turned to me, giggling and kissed me firmly on the cheek, making an exaggerated smacking sound. "My hero!" she said, almost dragging me to the floor with a clumsy hug. I steadied us and smirked at her. "Boyfriend?" She grinned radiantly at me. "Only for tonight." I nodded, matching her smile. "You got it. Someone's got to watch over you. There's too many creeps here. Need a drink?" "Oh. My. God. I would LOVE a drink," she said emphatically; she looked so grave and serious about it that I just had to laugh. She laughed along with me. Linking my arm in hers, I led her to the bar. She shouted her order to the bartender. I don't recall what it was, but it was colorful and looked very toxic. She seemed to enjoy it, though. I picked up the tab and we took our fresh drinks to an empty table. One of those high, two-person tables where you have to sit on stools. As she sipped her drink, I took the chance to watch her. I don't know if it was the loneliness, the unfamiliar circumstances, or the alcohol, but everything about her was striking me as unbearably adorable. The way her cheeks sucked in as she drank from her straw. The way her long legs splayed out from the stool she was perched on. Even her freckles were cute. "What is it?" she asked, and I shook myself, realizing I'd been caught examining her. She looked wary, like I was about to give her bad news. "Oh, nothing," I said, hastily. "You just . . . well, you look very pretty tonight. " Her eyes widened a bit and then she smiled, straightening herself up. "Why, thank you! I know you're just being nice, though." "Not at all," I reassured her. "You really do look great." We almost had to shout at each other to be heard, so I scooted my stool closer to her. She reacted by putting her hands on my thigh and leaning in to my ear. "So you won't be embarrassed that I'm your girlfriend for the night?" she asked. I smiled and shook my head, putting my hands over hers. We were so close, our noses were almost touching. "Not at all," I told her sincerely. "What all does the job involve?" She put her index finger to her lip and cocked her head, making a show out of pondering my question. "Welllll . . . you have to keep the jerks away from me. Give me lots of compliments. Make sure my glass is never empty. And," she said, nodding at her half-empty glass, "if I have too many more of those, you might have to give me a ride home." "I think I can handle all that," I replied, taking another drink from my bottle. She giggled, saying, "In that case, you're better than most of the guys I meet." "So, since I'm your boyfriend for the night, I take it you don't have one otherwise?" I asked, the contact of her hand on my leg making me bolder. I knew the answer, but it seemed a good place to start. She shook her head. "Nope. Between work and Annie, I don't really meet many people." This led us into a comfortable conversation about our kids and a decision to set up a play date with them someday soon. After this, I noticed her glass was empty and set about remedying that. She trailed along behind me, clutching my arm as though she were about to blow away. After we ordered our drinks, I led her back to the table, my arm around her shoulder, as I'd noticed she was a bit wobbly from the alcohol. Her bare shoulder felt nice under my hand—soft and warm. It had been a long time since I'd been this close to an adult. It made my heart race. I realized suddenly that my loneliness was gone. "I've never seen you drinking here before," she said once we were back in our seats. The noise in the bar had increased along with the patrons, so she had to get her mouth up close to my ear in order to make herself heard. I went to her ear to answer. "This is the first time. I was bored and lonely, so I figured I'd give it a chance." As I pulled away, I had a crazy urge to nibble on her ear lobe. Of course, I squashed this urge down. "Same here!" she said, excitedly. "I come by every few months, and usually with friends. No one was able to come with me tonight, but I didn't want to sit at home. I'm soooo glad I ran into you!" She took a long sip of her toxic-looking drink and grinned at me. "You need to drink more. I'm WAY more drunk than you." I chuckled and said, "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" She spluttered, choking on her drink. She looked startled for a moment, and then recovered, grinning. "Mayyybe. Would you hate me if I was?" "No way!" I said. "It would save me the trouble of taking advantage of you." I waggled my eyebrows, hoping she would pick up on the fact that I was joking. Mostly. Instead, she just smiled at me strangely and leaned in to my ear, whispering, "Drink more." I turned to her, but she'd already returned to her drink, finishing it off. Wanting to oblige her (even though I still wasn't sure just what was going on) I drained mine too. As I set the empty bottle down on the table, she said something that I couldn't hear because she was turned away from me. "What?" I asked. Louder, she said, "You wanna hear a secret?" "I like secrets." She opened her mouth to continue, then closed it again. Instead, she slapped the table and said with a pout, "Poo. Our drinks are empty." She jumped up and grabbed my arm, practically dragging me to the bar. This time she ordered the drinks and led me back to our table. I was just along for the ride. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes just drinking our drinks before I decided to remind her of what we were talking about. "You were going to tell me a secret?" "Oh yeah! Secret," she said, loudly. Leaning in really close to me, she put her finger up to her lips, saying, "Shhhhh!" I didn't say anything, not wanting her to lose her train of thought again. I just sat and smiled mildly back at her, waiting. She leaned in close to my ear, steadying herself with her hands on my arm. Her lips actually brushed my ear as she said, "I have a crush on you." She pulled back and sipped her drink through her straw, looking off into space. She appeared to be blushing (although in the dim lighting it was hard to tell) and she had a dopey smile on her face. "Just for tonight you do?" I asked, my heart racing. By this point I'd begun to suspect that this night was about to turn out far better than I could have hoped. "Oh no! Always," she insisted, making wild hand gestures. "HUGE crush. Huge." She punctuated the last word by poking her finger on the tabletop. She put her finger to her lips again and added, "Shhh!" "I guess I have a secret, too," I said, deciding to go for it. What did I have to lose? I leaned in, getting a whiff of her faint perfume. I whispered, "I have a crush on you, too." She shuddered a bit, either from what I had said or from the sensation of my breath on her ear. She looked at me, disbelief clear in her eyes. "Nuh uh!" she said, shaking her head. She was so cute it was overwhelming. "It's true!" I insisted. "Why do you think I keep coming over to your desk every day at work?" "Because I'm really really helpful?" she offered. "Well, yeah. But most of the time I make up excuses to come and see you." "You DO?" she asked. "You should have said something." I shrugged. "I'm shy." "So am I. Usually. Not tonight, though." She grabbed my hand suddenly in both of hers and said, "I have an idea." She didn't say anything else for several seconds, just kept looking down at my hand clasped in hers. Finally I prompted her, "What's your idea, Jenny?" She looked up at me, eyes huge. "You're not gonna hate me?" "Not a chance," I said, as gently as I could while still being audible over the noise. In a rush, she said, "We should hook up. You and me should." I wasn't sure I'd heard her right, so I stared blankly back at her. My lack of immediate response seemed to make her nervous, so she started babbling. "I mean, 'cause that's what people do in a bar? And we're both alone and you're already my pretend boyfriend and you're super hot and we both—" I cut her off with, "Are you sure that's a good idea?" She looked confused and flustered by this question. "Um, what? Yeah, it's a great idea. The best I ever had. Why?" This made me chuckle. "I just mean because you're drunk and I'm getting there. I don't want you to be upset with me tomorrow." She made a little dismissive noise and waved her hand. "Pshaw. There's no such thing as tomorrow. Not until there is." Maybe I was more drunk than I thought, because that made an awful lot of sense to me. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, seriously. "More than anything," she replied, tone and face solemn. Her fingers were laced together on her lap. As I was weighing the pros and cons, she added, in the same solemn tone, "You're super hot." That broke my serious mood, and I couldn't help but laugh. After a moment, she laughed too, hers sounding a bit more manic than mine—probably due to nerves. When we had control of ourselves again, I whispered in her ear, "Let's go somewhere quiet and see what happens." She nodded back, grinning. We made our slow way out of the bar, me choosing our path, and her clutching my arm tight. After what seemed like twenty minutes, we finally emerged into the cool and relatively quiet night. It was a relief after the hot, loud bar. I led her to my car, taking some extra time to make sure I was still alright to drive. I decided that I was. We stopped by the passenger door and as I moved to unlock it, she said, a little too loudly, "It's quiet out here!" She clapped her hands to her mouth, startled by how loudly she'd said that. Only For Tonight "Yes, it is," I agreed. "So, what's gonna happen?" Jenny asked, her tone softer, her wide eyes hopeful. I couldn't resist it anymore, so I pulled her closer, drew in to her ear again and whispered, "Something like this." This time I didn't stop myself from taking her soft earlobe between my teeth and biting down gently. She gasped and her hands gripped my arms tight. I dropped my mouth down and, as I'd often wanted to do, alternated gentle kisses and nibbles down the length of her graceful neck. Her gasps became moans. I lifted my face up to hers to see the reaction I'd caused and found myself attacked. She pressed her lips against mine and the resulting kiss was hot and frantic. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back, feeling her hands moving up to my shoulders. I dropped my keys and found myself pushed up against the side of the car in her eagerness. Her long, lithe body pressed against mine and I held her tight, wanting to get closer still. At some point her tongue had invaded my mouth and started wrestling with my tongue. I was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to get her home and fuck her until we both passed out. I didn't want to break the kiss yet, however. I was soon very happy that I held out. A few more seconds into the kiss she suddenly moaned into my mouth. Her body stiffened against mine and her nails dug into my arms. She thrust her crotch into mine and cried out in pleasure. Instinctively, I pushed back, grabbing her ass and gripping it firmly. She shuddered against me, her cry drawing out into a long, satisfied moan. It was quite some time before she released me. Jenny looked at me, eyes stunned, and mumbled, "How did you DO that?" I chuckled. "I didn't do anything. But at least now I know what's going to happen." She smiled back at me, a dreamy look on her face. "Good. 'cause if that was just from a kiss, I can't wait to see what else you've got." I fetched my keys from the pavement. With my hands shaking and my heart racing with anticipation, I somehow got the door unlocked and opened. Once she was safely inside I slipped into the driver's seat and fired up the engine. I drove slowly, making sure we made it safely. It was only a few blocks, but knowing what I was heading home for made the time stretch out agonizingly. I glanced over and caught Jenny watching me drive with an intent look. "What?" I asked, amused. She didn't seem to be embarrassed to be caught staring. She just smiled back and replied, "I'm glad you agreed to this. I think this is something we both need." "Absolutely," I agreed, taking the last turn to my street. After parking and opening the door for her, we strolled up the walk to my house, arms linked. My head was reeling. This couldn't be real—this sort of thing never happened to me. I let us into the house, locked the door behind us and slipped off my shoes. I turned and ran right into Jenny, who was standing and looking at me. I flipped on the hall light and was struck again by how stunningly beautiful she looked. I didn't have long to admire her before she pounced on me. She threw her arms around my neck, pressed her lips into mine and her breasts into my chest. For the third time that night I found myself off balance as I was pushed roughly against the door. My hands went to her waist and I kissed her back, having trouble keeping up with her. We'd both been alone for a long time. It was inevitable there would be sparks. I lost myself in the kiss for a bit and when I came back to myself, my hands had crept around to clutch her ass, and she was unbuttoning my shirt. When she got the last button undone, she pulled my shirt open and over my arms, letting it fall to the floor. My hands went back to where they were and hers travelled over my bare chest. My hands wouldn't stay put, though; they wanted to touch bare skin, so I let them wander to the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. Then I unhooked her bra, running my fingers down the bumps of her spine to feel where her skin dimpled in at her lower back. I reached up and pulled on the straps of her dress and bra. She broke our kiss and pulled her arms free of her clothes, allowing me to expose her breasts. I felt them before I saw them. I cupped one in each hand, relishing the first feeling of bare tits I'd had in three years. They were round and full, a bit bigger than a handful, but not that big. They felt heavenly all the same. She gasped at my touch and immediately started tugging at the button on my jeans, fumbling with it. I let go of my prizes to help her and was shocked to see her reaching under her dress and shimmying her panties down her legs. This was moving so fast that I doubted we'd even make it into the bedroom! My suspicion was proven correct momentarily. As soon as I had my pants open, she grabbed my arms and dragged me to the carpet. We were going to fuck right in the hallway! I only got my jeans down to about mid-thigh when I found myself atop her. Her dress was hiked up to her waist and her panties were still hanging from one ankle. Before I could even take stock of the situation, her hands were on my ass, guiding my ready cock right into her sopping cunt. She was so wet that I glided right in. I looked down at her and she was looking back at me, wide-eyed and gasping. "Don't hold back," she begged, breathily. "Fuck me Dennis." I didn't need to be asked twice. I pulled out and slammed back in, moaning deeply at the sensation. This inward thrust made her cry out, and desperate to make her come again, I continued my onslaught. Her eyes closed and her face was transformed with pleasure. I increased the speed of my thrusts and her cries became louder and more frequent. Within four thrusts she was digging her nails into my back as she gave voice to her orgasm. I stopped thrusting while she shook beneath me, afraid that if I continued I'd be brought over the edge and it would be all over. When she came back to her senses enough to realize I'd stopped, she opened her eyes and murmured, "Don't stop. Keep going. Just . . . pull out." I nodded and started moving again, tucking my hands under her shoulders for support. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her long legs crossed behind my ass. I increased my speed and we started moaning almost in harmony. I could tell she was getting near again as her volume kept going up. It was a useful indicator. By the time she reached another orgasm, I was fucking her as fast and as hard as I could manage, and felt my own release building. I've always had good control, so I was able to pull out before my climax fully hit. Once I was out of her, her legs clamped back around me, pressing my hardness into her belly. My cock spasmed and spurted between us, coating both our bellies with hot semen. She kept clinging to me in this way until long after our respective orgasms retreated. Finally her arms relaxed and I pulled my head up, surprised by a sweet and gentle kiss. The kiss didn't last long. Once it ended, she looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers and whispered, "Thank you. That was amazing." "Mmm. For me too," I replied, smiling. "Sorry I couldn't wait 'til we got to your bed," she said, grinning. "I'm sorry I got you all sticky," I responded with a chuckle. "I'm not," she said lightly, pushing me off of her. As she propped herself up on her elbows, her dress flopped down, getting in the pool of cum on her belly. "Oh, your dress!" I said, helping her to pull it over her head. She giggled, poking at the puddle of sperm and tracing her finger along it. "Don't worry about it. The dress did its job. It got me here, didn't it?" I smirked. "Well, the dress and what was in it." She looked slyly back at me, bringing her finger to her mouth and licking it clean. "So . . . " she said, repeating this process slowly. "My evening is . . . wide open. Want to show me your bedroom?" I felt a shudder of lust go through me. My cock, which had started to soften, was quickly becoming erect again with anticipation. "Oh yeah," I said, my voice thick. I helped her up and led her to my room. On the way, I ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean us up with. Once we were clean, she sat on the edge of my bed, leaning back on her hands and stretching her legs out. She glanced down, seeming to remember that she was completely naked and on display. She quickly crossed her legs and rested her hands on her lap. This time I knew for sure she'd blushed. To make things less embarrassing for her, I turned off the overhead light and snapped on the lamp I kept on my nightstand. I sat down next to her and traced one finger down her graceful neck and over to one smooth shoulder. She quivered from the sensation. Her hand gripped my cock suddenly and she felt her way up and down its length. (It was about six inches long when fully erect.) "Mmm, so hard again already," she mumbled, licking her lips. I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on it, using my hands to move her thighs apart. I hadn't had the chance to really explore her body yet, since things had escalated so quickly, but now I was determined to slow us down a little. My left hand continued to grip her soft thigh as my right crept down to her crotch. I spread her still-moist folds with my fingers, caressing the area with lingering motions. "Ahhhh," she breathed, leaning back onto her elbows and closing her eyes. I worked my way up as I continued my ministrations with my right hand, moving around to her breasts, gripping and caressing one with my left as I kissed and suckled the other. Once both had had sufficient attention, I continued down, trailing kisses down her rib cage, to her sexily curvy belly, down to her crotch, which was my ultimate goal. By this time I was on my knees in front of her. I kissed outside her folds, running my fingers around the area and up into the small patch of pubic hair adorning her mound. I spread her lower lips with my fingers and lightly licked, sampling the taste. She let out a long, low purr of a moan and sank onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs wider for me and lifting her pelvis up to meet my mouth. I slipped my tongue down into her, sliding into her passage. It was the first taste I'd had of a woman in years and I was delighted. She smelled and tasted of sex, but her growing arousal soon overshadowed this with flowing juices. She tasted different from any other woman I'd gone down on—slightly sweet, but tangy. It was glorious. I ran my tongue up and up until reaching the protruding bump of her clit. As soon as I put pressure on it she cried out, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face into her. Taking this as the not-so-subtle hint it was, I attacked her clitoris with my mouth and tongue, bringing her directly from one orgasm to another, even bigger one. Her cries became wild and her entire body lunged beneath me, her fingers gripping my hair painfully. My chin was drenched with her fluids, and it felt like her orgasm would never end. The second became a third and her fingers relaxed, her cries dwindled to moans and I pulled back from her, taking in the lovely sight of her splayed out on my bed, squirming and dripping, still feeling the after effects of three rapid-fire climaxes. Momentarily, she opened her eyes slightly, looking at me sleepily and content. "You . . . are fucking amazing," she whispered. I stood and slid open the drawer on my nightstand, taking out a condom. I asked, "You up for more? That drove me crazy." I stepped forward, displaying my rigid member. I was aching to be inside her again. Going down on a woman always made me wild. She sat up, a hungry look on her face. "Mmm, yeah. But it's my turn." She stood and snatched the condom from me. "Lay down, I'll take care of you." I did as she asked and watched as she ripped open the wrapper and unrolled the rubber onto my cock. Her big eyes fixed on mine and she crawled forward until she was astride me. With no hesitation, she reached between her legs, aimed me and lowered herself onto my cock, taking my entire length inside. "Ahhh," she moaned, biting her lip as she looked down at me. She rested her hands on my chest for balance and started moving, slowly at first, then faster, an adorable look of concentration on her face. Worried about distracting her, but unable to resist, I reached up and clutched her breasts, caressing and gripping them. They felt so soft and round . . . they weren't huge, but were much bigger than they looked through her clothes. She cooed and looked down at me, her hair hanging down and tickling my nose. The look of concentration was gone, replaced with a shy one. "So, what do you think?" she asked. It only took a second for me to figure out what she was referring to. "I think you're incredibly sexy. And not just these." I gave her breasts one more squeeze and slid my hands down her sides, over her hips and down to her bottom and thighs. "You have a great body," I finished, leaning up and kissing her. The kiss quickly went from sweet to passionate. She stopped moving and grabbed the sides of my face, her mouth devouring mine. She let me go and sat up, pulling me mostly out of her, slamming back down to the hilt with a groan. "Mmm," I moaned. "You are ravenous, aren't you?" She bit her lip again and nodded, making a small incoherent sound. She leaned back down, angling herself atop me and started moving insistently her hands gripping my arms, moving mostly with her lower body. I gripped her hips, starting to move with her, trying to be careful not to throw off her rhythm. She started fucking me harder, pressing herself against me with every down stroke, and her panting moans matched this pace. I flexed my cock inside, both to make it as hard as possible for her and to hold back my inevitable orgasm. I wasn't ready for this to end yet. Thankfully I got a break, but still almost lost it due to how intense things became. With one last lunge she grew rigid against me, pressing our crotches together tightly, wrapping her arms around me and letting out another loud expression of pleasure. I threw my arms around her, holding her to me firmly, regulating my breath and trying to calm down as she trembled atop me. Once it passed, we released each other. With me still nestled inside, her blissful look gave way to one of disappointment. "You didn't?" she asked. Again, I knew what she meant and smiled. "Not yet. Very close, though." She smiled back, relieved. "You take over. I think I overdid it a little." "My pleasure," I said, waiting for her to climb off me before I sat up. She went to lie down and I stopped her. "Wait," I said, putting my hands on her waist and showing her what I wanted. She moved with me, taking my cues perfectly. "Like this," I finished, once she was on her knees. She giggled, peering at me over her shoulder, her hair in her face. "I see. This should be good." "It will be," I promised, taking position behind her. As I buried myself inside her, it struck me how natural all this felt. With my ex, we'd had trouble with this position, and having her on top was impossible. Our bodies didn't mesh. It made any positions aside from missionary awkward and frustrating. Jenny and I were having no problems, however. I wasn't sure if it was because we were closer in height or if our bodies were just a better fit, and really, it didn't matter. It worked, that was all. She leaned back into my every thrust, throwing her head back, her short hair flying. It felt incredible to get so deeply into her, and I found reserves of energy I didn't realize I still had. Before long we were fucking with even more intensity than we had in the hallway. I realized I'd started making a growling noise, and didn't bother stopping. I felt like an animal at that moment, so it seemed fitting. "Yes!" she cried, bucking against me and voicing her pleasure. I loved how loud she was, and made a mental note to thank my mother for getting my daughter out of the house. I had a feeling we would have been more reserved and less wild if the house hadn't been empty. "Oh god," she whimpered, already reaching another orgasm. "Don't stop! Make me come again! Please . . . " She didn't have to ask me twice. I slammed into her hard, again and again, wanting to reach the end myself. With a groan that was almost a roar, I exploded inside her. She arched her back and howled in response. Finally spent, I pulled out and sat back on the bed as she slumped face down on the mattress, panting and still shaking. After about a minute of recuperating, she turned her head to look at me, her hair messy and a sheen of sweat on her forehead. I could feel a layer of sweat on myself. That had been quite a workout. Gasping, eyes huge, she said, "God . . . you're . . . the best. The fucking . . . best!" She rolled onto her side, putting her hand on my thigh and squeezing. "I could say the same about you, Jenny. You're a wild woman." She smiled. "So I had a good idea, then?" "The best you ever had," I replied, with a chuckle. I got up and disposed of the full condom. "You thirsty? I think we need a drink." She nodded. "Among other things. Where's your bathroom?" I showed her on my way to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. I was able to visit the downstairs bathroom during my trip. After a few minutes, we met back up on my bed, a glass of wine each. We sipped our wine and sat in silence for a bit. I noticed she was no longer hiding herself—she was sitting cross-legged on my bed facing me, which left me with a nice view of all her assets. Maybe it was because of all the exertion, or what I'd drank earlier in the night, but the wine hit me hard. I noticed Jenny starting to sway a bit, too. We didn't speak as we drank. We didn't have to. The silence was companionable, and I think we were both musing on the unexpected events of the evening. After awhile I noticed she was running her finger along my bare leg and to my stomach, idly tracing my contours. She was following her finger's path with her eyes and I was enjoying the attention. When she finally glanced up, I was smiling at her. She smiled back and cleared her throat. "Sorry, got distracted." "You're pretty distracting yourself." She glanced down at herself and then finished her drink. I stood, took her glass from her, and set the two empty glasses on my desk. I sat back down and caught her yawning. "You tired?" I asked. "Yeah," she admitted, stretching. "Maybe we should turn in?" I offered. "I don't want to," she replied, a slight pout in her voice. I was struck again by how unbearably cute this woman was. Not just in appearance, but in mannerisms as well. "I don't want it to be tomorrow yet." "Me either," I agreed, touching her smooth shoulder and around to her back. She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes and then looked back down at her hands. She whispered, "Did you mean that? Earlier, I mean, when you said I was sexy?" "I did. And I still do," I assured her. "But I'm skinny—not curvy enough. My arms and legs are too long, and like sticks. And I could never get rid of this after the baby." She squeezed the pooch her belly made while she was sitting. I shrugged and gently said, "Everyone's different. I think you're sexy because of those things and more, not despite them. You have great proportions, and you're graceful. As for your curves—you've got the right kinds." She giggled, a little self-consciously, and her eyes met mine for a second before she looked away again. "You're very sweet," she said, softly. "I swear, I couldn't have picked a better pretend boyfriend." She drew in a shaky breath and added, "Could I ask you for one more favor?" "Of course," I said, still idly rubbing her back. "One last time? And like you were really my boyfriend. I . . . just want to see what it would feel like." She finally met my eyes and she was wearing that shy look again. I smiled reassuringly at her, and in way of answer, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. It was a slow, deep and gentle kiss. It went on and on, and somewhere during it, she taken my hardening cock in her hand, caressing it. Only For Tonight I carefully lay her back on my pillow and reached for my nightstand drawer. She grabbed my hand and pulled it back, shaking her head, not smiling, with an intense look in her eyes. "You sure?" I whispered. "Yes," she breathed, nestling back into the pillow. "I want it to feel real. All the way." Giving her a nod, I moved atop her, feeling her spread for me. In one smooth movement, without even touching her, I sank into her wet warmth. She moaned, softly, wrapping her arms around my neck and moving to meet me on my first thrust. I continued moving slowly, wanting it to last, wanting her to feel more than just the lust. I wanted her to have this fantasy. It seemed like the perfect ending to such a perfect night. "Oh, Dennis," she whispered sweetly, clinging to me as I got into a steady but slow rhythm. "Oh god, it's so beautiful." She gasped as I pulled most of the way out, rubbing my shaft along her clit the whole way. As I pushed back in, she moaned, "It's so perfect. Mmm . . . " I answered her moan with one of my own and allowed myself to raise the pace slightly. Her little sounds of encouragement were sending thrills through me, but I couldn't feel even the beginnings of my orgasm yet, probably due to coming twice so recently. But that was fine by me. I was not in a hurry. This had to last. I was certain this would end up being the end of our date, and I didn't want it to be over just yet. I kissed her neck, which brought a gasp from her. "Tell me," she whispered desperately. "Please tell me." "Tell you?" I asked. This time I had no idea what she wanted. I looked down at her and she turned her face away, her cheeks bright red. Her arms were still linked around my neck, so she pulled me down and I could feel her hot breath on my ear. Somehow I kept my rhythm, so she moaned as she whispered, "Tell me—Ahh! Tell me you love me. You don't have to mean it. Mmm. I just need to hear it." She released me and I slowed my pace, stroking her cheek with my fingers and gazing directly into her pretty, dark eyes. "I love you," I whispered, meaning it for that moment. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and she pressed herself against me, insistent, her hands dropping to my bottom. I kissed her, but the kiss was stopped almost right away as she let out a piercing cry announcing an intense orgasm. I took this opportunity to speed up. She was so wet the insides of her thighs were coated. When the vocalizations of her pleasure ended, I realized she was silently crying, tears rolling down her cheeks. I almost stopped to ask her if she was okay when her eyes opened and her lips curled into a sweet smile. "I love you too," she murmured, grabbing my head and pulling me into a series of fast kisses—on my lips, my cheeks, even my nose. When she stopped, we just looked at each other, sharing amused smirks. "Can you?" she asked softly. I realized I could again tell what she meant. "Absolutely. But I'll have to go faster to get there." "Then do," she said. "I need to feel you." I was happy to oblige. I sped up my movements, but only a little. We were still a long ways off from the frenzied abandon of earlier, but now we were sprinting headlong for the finish line. I realized I was fine with that. This time felt different from the other two times, sweeter, more intimate. I was a little nervous, since I had a strong feeling she would be disappointed if I were to pull out. She hadn't said as much, but we'd proven time and again to be on the same wavelength as each other. I wasn't sure about coming inside her, but this was for her, so I had to put my reservations aside. Thus resolved, I continued on, making my penetrations deep and quick. A groan was torn from me as I felt the first twinges. "Ohhh. Mmmm," she moaned. "Yessss. Give it to me, my love. I need to feel you. Come with me!" "Ahh," I gasped, giving one last thrust and spurting deep inside her. Her walls clutched my length and she gasped along with me, her eyelids fluttering and her nails digging into my shoulders. We came simultaneously, and it was the most incredible sexual experience I'd ever had. The pulsations went on for much longer than usual and it felt like I drenched her insides. (Not possible, considering it was my third ejaculation of the night, but I felt what I felt.) After it was finally done, we lay in each other's arms, fit snugly together, catching our breath and enjoying our receding tingles. Finally I pulled carefully out of her and lay on my side, gazing at her long, relaxed body. "Jenny," I started. She put one finger on my lips and shook her head slowly. I could tell by the knowing look in her eyes that the wave length went both ways. "Now's not the time. There's only right now." I nodded and took her in my arms. I stopped thinking for a bit as I simply cherished the feeling of her soft, warm body against mine—skin on skin, nothing in the way. Not long after, I could feel her slow, deep breathing and realized she had fallen asleep. I held her against me and felt the exertions of the evening catching up with me as well. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help wondering if we'd ever have another time like this or if it was indeed only for tonight. Would we still feel like this in the morning? And for that matter, what would happen on Monday? I realized I didn't much care. A wise woman once told me that tomorrow doesn't exist. At least until it does. This was the last thing I thought that night as I slipped into a restful, contended sleep with a grateful smile on my face.