0 comments/ 25376 views/ 7 favorites An Evening with Linda By: someoneyouknow As a rule, I'm not a winter person. I do not like cold weather and will gladly hibernate during the winter months. However, every so often, the winter isn't so winterish and I will venture forth. Such was the case that New Year's Eve when I decided to tempt Mother Nature and join the crowd gathered in our city center. As I walked around the edge of the crowd, dodging the occasional blowing horn or exuberant reveler, I heard my name called and looked about. Hearing it again, I snapped my head around and saw someone I hadn't seen since high school. "Linda!" I called out as I walked towards her. Linda and I had never been close friends in high school. In fact, we almost never spoke even though we had most of our classes together. It wasn't until a few years later when we bumped into each other at a store that we talked for any length of time. "Well hello there little lady," I greeted her, my comment not about her short stature but merely me being me. "Hello. Long time no see." "Yes it has been," I replied and acknowledged her friend Joyce standing there. Joyce, like Linda, was someone I had known in high school and also like Linda, barely spoke to. However, I recognized her instantly and greeted her as well. Unlike Linda, who was petite, Joyce was rather tall and thickset. "So what have you two been up to?" I asked to start the conversation. "Nothing in particular," Linda replied, her slight overbite beaming forth from behind her pink lips. "What about you?" "Oh, the usual," I deadpanned. "Trying to become benevolent dictator of Earth." Whether because she actually understood my odd sense of humor or because she was being polite, Linda let out a loud laugh while Joyce gave a forced smile. "So how's that going?" "Not well. I can't get people to understand it's in their best interests to elect me. So what have you been up to these last few years since we last talked?" For the next few minutes, the three of us talked about what we had done with our lives since high school, places we had visited, where we lived and worked as well as anything else that came up. We hung out until the hour struck midnight and gave each other a hug to celebrate surviving another year. Afterwards, I made the usual offer to keep in touch with them though only Linda accepted my offer of my phone number. Saying our goodbyes, we parted ways and returned to our lives. For whatever reason, over the next few months Linda and I ran into one another several times, most times with Joyce also present. It started to happen so frequently that I finally asked her, jokingly, if she was stalking me. Just like on New Year's Eve, she laughed and of course said she wasn't stalking me. As the spring weather was starting to appear, I made the offer that if she wanted to come over some time for dinner or just hang out, she was more than welcome. She politely accepted the offer though I had no expectation she would follow through. Two week's later, we again saw each other and I was surprised when she asked if my offer still stood. "Of course," I told her. "When were you thinking?" "How about Saturday?" "Sure. Anything in particular you don't like?" She replied no and we agreed that five would be a good time for her to come over. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. On Saturday I got up early and did a complete top-to-bottom cleaning of my place before making sure I had what I needed for dinner. I kept looking at the clock and as the time approached, set the table and began to make dinner. No sooner had I started to prepare the meal when the doorbell rang. Opening the front door, Linda greeted me with a small smile. She had on a white top, a denim skirt and white sneakers. Nothing fancy which was just as well since I had on jeans and a t-shirt. She was still as athletic looking as I remembered her in high school with only her hairstyle being different. It was much shorter and more professional looking, almost pixieish. Welcome," I said as I stepped aside and let her in. Taking a few steps into my house, she stopped and briefly looked about the living room area before noticing the chef's knife in my hand. "Expecting trouble?" she asked. "Heh, no," I said, holding up the knife. "That chicken just won't stay down so I'm taking matters into my own hands." Telling her to have a seat and asking if she wanted anything to drink, I returned to the kitchen to continue making supper. As she sipped on the glass of white wine I gave to her, we talked loudly back and forth until I finally said she didn't have to stay out there and was welcome in the kitchen. Moments later she appeared beside me and looked at what I was making. "What's that?" she asked. "Chicken piccatta" I told her. Sipping her wine, she watched as I deftly prepared the meat and began to brown it in the pan. "You're pretty good," she remarked, watching me as I moved about. "When you live alone, you learn things real quick," I replied. She nodded in agreement. Just over ten minutes later everything came together and I scooped out servings for both of us and placed them on the table. We talked as we ate, picking up where we left off the last time we had spoken. We each had two servings accompanied by wine before I removed the dishes and suggested we relax before I brought out dessert. "I'm not fancy so make yourself comfortable," I told her as I propped my feet on the corner of the coffee table. She followed my lead by taking her sneakers off and curling her legs under her body. We sat a few feet apart on the couch, my body twisted looking at her, she leaning on the couch back, still sipping her wine. Out of habit, my eyes gravitated to her exposed legs. Their form, neatly tucked under her, kept distracting me and I had to force myself to keep my eyes focused on her, not her legs. Apparently I didn't do a good enough job because she eventually asked if she had spilled something in her lap. "No," I told her, "it's just a guy thing." "Huh?" "The way women can curl their legs under themselves with such ease," I said, nodding to her position. She looked down and let out a small laugh when she realized what I meant. "That, and you do have nice legs," I blurted out. She looked at me, my comment sinking in. "I appreciate that," she started, "but you and I wouldn't go well together." "Huh?" "I'm a lesbian." For whatever reason, I had that thought in the back of my head for the longest time. I couldn't tell you why I thought that, I just did. There was something about her that I hadn't been able to put my finger on and now it all came together. "Ya know," I began, "the thought had crossed my mind." She looked at me with her wide brown eyes, her glass stopped just before her mouth. "It did? When?" "Probably when we bumped into one another a few years after high school," I told her. "Really? That far?" "At least as much as my decrepit mind can remember," I tried to joke. She smiled and took another sip of wine. "I don't care," I continued, "one can't control the way they're born. But I have to ask the obvious question, when did you realize it?" She didn't say anything for a time, as if gathering her thoughts, then casually explained that she had come to the conclusion when she, like me, was more interested in the sight of a shapely pair of legs or the curve of a woman than she was in how big a guy's bulge was or how buff he was. "Oh. Well that makes sense." I wanted to ask more questions but felt it best not to pry to far into someone's personal life. Especially this someone. "Ready for dessert?" I asked, changing the subject. "Sure. What is it?" "Something really special. I figured since we never spoke much in high school, the least I could do was be a decent host." She smiled as if in appreciation of the effort I was making, and unwrapped her legs before following me to the kitchen. I reached into the freezer and pulled out two containers. "Vanilla or chocolate," I asked, showing her the labels on the ice cream. She laughed, realizing I had been joking about a special dessert, and asked for a little of both. After scooping out a few balls of each ice cream, and adding some butterscotch topping and whipped cream, we went back to the living room where she again curled her legs underneath her body and had her dessert. When we were both finished I cleaned up the dishes and asked if she wanted some more wine. She politely refused but did want some water. As she sipped her drink, we continued to talk about this and that. Time had apparently made it easier for us to talk, as if we were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a while. Eventually it was time for her to leave and as we stood at the door, I opened my arms and gave her a hug. I'm not normally that type of person, even with friends, but it seemed the thing to do as we both had enjoyed our night getting reacquainted. It sounds silly, and maybe it was the wine, but she was squeezably soft. I held her for a bit longer than I should have but she didn't seem to mind. I told her to take care as I watched her get into her car and drive away. What we talked about was between her and me and I put it all in the deep recesses of my mind. There was nothing to say, things were as they were, and I never gave another thought to our meeting. A month later I ran into her and Joyce and, like before, made small talk. "I never thanked you for having me over," she said. "It was nice talking to you." I smiled. "Not a problem. If you're daring enough to try again, let me know." She nodded as if in agreement and the two of them went their way and I mine. Near the end of the month Linda called me and asked what I was doing that weekend. I told her my meeting with the Queen of England wasn't until Monday so I was free. She didn't say anything for a few moments, I'm sure she was wondering if I was kidding, before she asked if I wanted to hang out. I didn't have a problem with that and we agreed on a time. When she came over this time, she bore a cake. "If you're going to make dinner, the least I can do is make dessert," she told me as she stepped inside. A quick glance at her trim figure showed she was wearing a red shirt, black skirt and flats. As she walked to the kitchen I couldn't help but watch her walk. She might be a lesbian, but she was still a woman. "I'll never look a gift cake in the mouth," I joked. This time I was making stir fry. While I can hardly be called a master cook, I can hold my own. She watched as I did my best to stir and fry the small pieces of beef before I mixed in the vegetables and cornstarch slurry. As everything thickened, I laid out a bed of rice on our plates then scooped out the meal. As before, we ate and talked, though this time things were more relaxed than the first time, and we told each other about some of the funny things we had gone through over the years while sipping our wine. "This is good," she told me, holding up the glass. "It's from a local winery. It's more a fun wine. You throw it in the fridge and pull it out when needed." We finished then went to living room where I turned on the television. I put in my DVD of Sneakers and we settled in to watch the movie. About halfway through she suggested we cut the cake so I stopped the movie and together we went to get our dessert. The cake was a peanut butter and banana pudding combination. I hadn't had anything like it and was duly impressed. "I see someone's been practicing their baking skills." I winked at her as I had a quick bite before we returned to the movie. "It's something I picked up from my mother so don't make fun of it," she replied. "I'm not making fun. I really like it. It's different." She smiled and took a bite of her slice before turning her attention to the screen. I had brought the remainder of the bottle of wine with me and added some to her glass as well as mine. We watched the rest of the movie, with a little commentary from me about my favorite lines, then relaxed with our drinks. "So how are you and Joyce," I asked. "Not trying to be nosey, just asking." "What do you mean?" "Aren't you two ...?" She burst out laughing at this intimation. "No, Joyce and I aren't together. Why would you say that?" "I just thought since I always see you two together that you were seeing each other." Again, much laughter sprang forth from her and I knew I was way off base on this one. "We've been friends since high school and just hang out. I'm not actually seeing anyone at this time." "Well then, that was a mighty fine tasting foot," I said, trying to play off my completely misguided assumption. Taking a sip of her drink, she looked at me, her lips upturned in a grin, and asked, "What about you?" "What do you mean?" She caught me off guard with that question and I paused my glass at my mouth. "You're obviously single because you've never mentioned anyone else." "Oh, that," I answered. "What can I say, aside from the monthly orgies, I just haven't met anyone that piqued my interest." She stared at me, pondering my comment, before she asked the obvious question. "Monthly orgies?" "Oh yeah. They're great. Once a month I get together with some folks and we have at it. I'm exhausted but it's great fun. You should come along some time." I casually sipped my wine, doing everything in my power not to laugh. "I don't think so," was the terse reply. At that point I rolled my eyes and began to laugh. "Come on," I started. "Do you really think I go to orgies? If you hear me say things like that, you're just supposed to laugh." She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Though she tried to hide it behind her glass, I saw a smirk on her face as she took another drink of her wine. She adjusted herself on the couch, resting her arm on the back, and looked at me. "I see you need to hang out with me more so you don't think I'm serious when I say things like that." "And what makes you think I want to hang out with you after that comment," she countered. "If you didn't want to hang out, you would have walked away by now." She smiled and looked out the bay window, the light of the day now replaced by the dark of night. "You alright to drive home?" I asked. We had gone through an entire bottle of wine and while not drunk, I had that warm and fuzzy feeling. "I'm fine," she replied, looking at her nearly empty glass. We talked for a few more minutes then she rose to leave. "Thanks for dinner. Again." "Not a problem. It's nice not eating alone. Besides, the dessert was better than last time." She laughed then stepped towards me and gave me a hug. I presumed it was her reciprocating for my hug the last time so I returned the favor. As before, I liked how she felt pressed against me and we stood as one for an extended time. "You're not falling asleep, are you?" I jokingly asked. Almost sleepily she pulled back and looked at me. "No," she replied. "I just feel relaxed with you." "I'm guessing that's a good thing?" She smiled yet kept her arms loosely wrapped about me. "Gees, had I known you'd be like this," I said, "I would have talked to you more in high school!" She laughed again and looked up at me. At that moment I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. As soon as I did I realized what a stupid thing it was I had done and stepped back. "Sorry," I apologized, my hands falling to my side, a look of what I can only presume was near horror on my face. She paused, seemingly tasting me on her lips. "It's ok." "I shouldn't have done that," I apologized. "It's ok." At this point, things I had running around in my head since we had bumped in to one another on New Years came to the fore at this awkward moment and in part due to the wine I had consumed, I told her how I really felt. "Linda," I started, "at this point in time, now that we're beyond the high school years and supposedly adults, I just want to say that even back then, I found you attractive." She didn't say anything but had a look on her face of a cross between confusion and concern. "I mean, you've always had what I considered a nice body, a nice smile and, don't take this the wrong way, that cute little overbite. You know, like Kate Beckinsale or Lacey Chabert. That, and as I mentioned last time, you have a great pair of legs as well." I saw her mouth start to open, whether to say something or because of shock at what I was telling her, but she quickly closed it. "And I'm sorry at what I just did. I should know better. I'm..." "Keith," she cut me off, "it's ok." She took a step forward and laid her head on my shoulder while wrapping her arms about me. Following her lead, I encircled her with my arms and we stood as one, my comments still having their effect on us both. She lifted her head and looked at me. She didn't seem upset. Instead, she was calm and relaxed. "Would you kiss me again?" she asked. I blinked my eyes at her request. "Are you sure?" "Uh huh," she quietly nodded. I gave her a moment to change her mind but she didn't, her eyes looking into mine. Leaning down, I gently placed my lips on hers. This time, she responded by pressing into me, her lips pushing back against mine. A moment later I heard her inhale and her lips parted, her tongue finding mine, our arms pulling our bodies closer together. We embraced for a time, our arms loosely holding each other, caught up in this act of passion. When she pulled back, she lowered her head for a moment then looked back at me. "Ok?" I asked. She nodded, but I could sense some confusion in her eyes. "You sure?" I again asked. "Uh huh." "Well?" "Well what?" "How was it?" "It was ... different." I blinked my eyes at her comment, unsure how to take that comment. I had learned long ago that when a woman says something is different, it's usually not a good thing. "Different how?", I asked, my normal curiosity getting the best of me at that moment. "Just different." I didn't press the matter. It was different. That was enough. She looked down then back up. "I see it wasn't different for you." I laughed when I realized she was referring to the hard on in my pants. "You're a woman. What can I say?" She smiled and looking down, leaned her head against me. I could only imagine what was going through her head. I shouldn't have done what I did, but it was too late. I heard her take a deep breath before she again hugged me. I didn't say anything but responded in kind. Her warm, soft body pressed against mine, my hands holding her to me. "Keith," she quietly said. "Hmm?" "Can I stay the night?" My mind, which had been slowly falling asleep as I held her, suddenly snapped back to reality at her question. I released my hold on her and looked into her eyes. "Really?" She nodded, almost sheepishly. I mentally counted to five to give her the chance to change her mind but she never did. "Okaaay," I drawled. Taking a hand, I walked with her to my bedroom. I was somewhat unsure how to proceed. "Let me change the sheets for you and get you your own towels," I told her as I walked to the hall closet. Pulling out the requisite items, I quickly stripped the bed and put on the new sheets. She had said nothing as I did my thing. In fact, it looked like she was going to fall asleep standing up. "There ya go," I told her as I finished. "I'll sleep in the living room." I felt awkward at the whole situation but she had asked so I obliged. "Thanks," she said, sitting on the edge of bed and giving me a small smile. An Evening with Linda "You ok?" I again asked. She nodded then murmured, "Uh huh". "Okie, then I'm outta here." With that, I left her alone and laid out my bedding next to the couch. Some time that night I was awoken by a sound. Or rather, the sound of someone calling out. Crawling from beneath my covers and tossing on my jeans, I tried to orient on the sound and out of habit went to my bedroom. Flicking on the light I was startled to see Linda bent over and holding her foot, her body completely naked except for her panties. "Oh shit!" I called out, snapping shut my eyes and turning my head. "It's ok," I heard her say, her voice tinged with effort. I heard some rustling then her voice telling me I could open my eyes. Doing so, I saw she had climbed back into bed under the sheets. "You ok?" I asked, the sight of her nude form seared into my eyes. "Yeah. I stubbed my toe on the way to the bathroom," she told me, a hint of embarrassment at her admission. I smiled and let out a small chuckle, sympathizing with what she was going through. I had done the same thing a few times over the years. "Um, sorry about that," I told her. "Huh?" she asked, unsure of what I meant. "Seeing you like that," I replied. "Oh," was the flat reply. "Well, you've already kissed me, so why not!" She laughed, both to relieve the tension and at the truthfulness of what she said. I laughed with her, relieved that the situation wasn't more awkward than it already was. "So," she asked, "what did you think?" For a moment I was unsure what she meant until my brain caught up with her line of questioning. "Not bad, though it was a bit difficult to get a good look with you bent over like that and me snapping my eyes shut so quickly." She chuckled at my comment, realizing that I was trying to be chivalrous in such a situation. Then, as if it was the natural thing to do, she lowered the sheet from her body, exposing her breasts to me. She sat there, looking at me, as if waiting for me to make the next move. Truth be told, I was somewhat surprised at her actions and simply stared at her. My eyes momentarily fixated on her twin rounded, and very appealing, shapes. "Wow," was all I was able to murmur out in that instant. I was almost mesmerized by how nice her breasts looked. Add in her natural beauty and with me standing there, not saying a word, one would think I had never seen breasts before. She smiled at my sole comment then matter-of-factly called out, "Your turn!" Snapped out of my blithering stupor, I looked at her, that delightful smile on her face beaming forth. "Huh?" "Your turn," she repeated. It then struck me what she was saying. "You're drunk," I told her. "No, I'm not. Let's see!" Under any other circumstance, if a woman were to indicate she wanted to see me naked, my clothes would have been off in a flash. However, for whatever reason, I couldn't bring myself to willy-nilly go commando in front of her. "Really?" I asked, making sure she wasn't joking with me. "Yes, really. Let's see it!" "Alright," I sighed. I hesitated for a moment, watching the expression on her face before undoing and pulling down my pants. I stood there, clothes about my ankles, awaiting her comment. She said nothing for a moment. I watched as her eyes bore into me before looking at me and smiling. "Not bad," she said. "Trust me," I told her as I bent over to lift my jeans, "this is nothing to brag about. I'm about as average as they come." "That's ok," she replied, "from what I remember, it's still nice." She smiled again, her eyes locking with mine as I buttoned my pants. "We done playing doctor?" I joked, leaning against the door frame. She sighed. "I guess." "Good night then." Shaking my head, I turned off the light and went back to get some sleep. It took some time before I fell asleep, but it wasn't a restful sleep as my mind was worked up over what had transpired. Come morning, I was still somewhat sleepy but forced myself to get up. Putting on my shirt from the night before, I debated what to make for breakfast. I finally decided the easy route, omelets and hash, and set about getting things ready. Not long after I started I heard a voice from behind. "Morning." Turning, I saw Linda in her skirt and shirt standing next to the table. "Hey there," I called back, that little bit of awkwardness rearing its head. "You sleep ok?" I asked, those being the first words that came to my mind. "Uh huh," she said, nodding her head at the same time. "You ok with omelets and hash?" "You don't have to make me breakfast." "Not a problem. I usually have something like this on the weekend anyway." Her smile lit up her face and I set about making the food. "Have a seat. This won't take too long," I told her. Doing as she was told, she took her seat and watched as I prepared the morning meal. Neither of us said anything for the first few moments that we ate until she finally spoke. "About last night," she started. "Sorry about that. I can get goofy when I drink." I chuckled at her apology. "Goofy, huh? Is that what we're calling it?" She didn't reply though the blush on her cheeks told me all I needed to know. We talked a little bit as we ate, more to break the silence than anything else. When we finished, she got her things and as before, gave me a hug at that door. "This seems familiar," I joked as I gave her a squeeze. She giggled at my comment, her arms squeezing me in agreement. "Thanks for last night." Her soft voice was disarming, almost enticing. "Not a problem. It was... what's the word? Oh yeah, interesting," I teased back. Her smiling overbite caught my attention and drew my eyes to her lips. Whether she saw me look or was prepared to do it anyway, she gave me a kiss on the cheek before opening the door and going home. I sighed as I watched her leave, more because, all things considered, it had been an interesting evening. And night. A few weeks went by when out of the blue Linda left a message for me. She said she wanted to take me out to dinner. I returned the call and we agreed to meet that week. I met her at the restaurant and not long after we were seated, she became more serious. "I've been thinking about what happened that night," she started. "This is going to sound completely crazy," she continued, "but I want to sleep with you." My jaw almost hit the table at her words. I had assumed she was taking me out as a favor for having her over those few nights. Nowhere did sleeping with her come into the equation. As before, if a woman were to say she wanted to sleep with me I would be asking for the check even if we hadn't eaten yet. However, this was different. While Linda was someone I knew from high school, and had a somewhat crush on back then, the passing years had mellowed me. Combined with the fact that she was a lesbian and I wasn't sure how to respond. Pausing to choose my words carefully, I leaned in to her. "How did this come about?" I wanted to be absolutely sure she knew what she was saying. She looked down at the table before speaking. "I don't know," she said. "I've had a few dreams since then. Of you. And me." She paused, taking a small breath before finishing. "And I feel comfortable around you." I leaned back and stared at her, our eyes meeting across the table. Images flashed before my eyes of the few times I had seen her in gym class, her dark blue shorts covering her tight, athletic ass, the bounce of her breasts under her white t-shirt. "I'm not sure what to say," I calmly began. "I hadn't even thought of it." "I know it sounds weird and completely out of nowhere, but I've been thinking about it and decided that the worst that can happen is you say no and we never talk again." Moments later our dinners arrived and momentarily stopped any further discussion of the subject. After the waiter left we picked up where we had left off, our talks going back and forth. One would have thought we were negotiating a peace treaty with how serious things were. Despite that, by the time we were done eating, we had agreed to a date and time. As we left the restaurant and stood at her car, I gave her one last opportunity to call things off but she hugged me and said she wanted to go through with it. "Go through with it?" I asked. "Please don't sound so excited." She giggled at my quip gave me a quick, very quick, peck on the lips and got into her car. I watched as she drove away then drove home, thoughts of the weekend to come filling my head. While I had been with several women over the years, I can honestly say I was nervous when Saturday arrived. There was no reason to be nervous, but I was. Despite that, my mind kept springing forth images of her and what we would do. My dick began to swell every time I thought about her and I had to suppress my thoughts until the appropriate time arrived. I chose something simple to wear: dark blue jeans and a white shirt and nothing else. I figured I wouldn't be wearing the clothes that long so no need for anything else. I was sitting on the couch, my stomach nervous with butterflies, when the doorbell rang. I practically ran to the door but waited a few moments before opening it. I was pleasantly surprised to see Linda wearing a lavender, short sleeve button-front dress and a pair of wedges. The dress opened in a V at the top and stopped several inches above her knees, showing off her legs to their fullest. I couldn't help but stare at her. "Wow!" was all I said when looking at her. "Again with the wow," she said as she smiled. "Is that all you can say?" "It takes a lot to impress me," I told her, "so when I say wow, think of it as the ultimate compliment." Her smile grew bigger and I'm certain she was on the verge of blushing. I invited her inside and as she passed me, my eyes wandered up and down her trim figure, my eyes following the sway of her hips beneath the dress which flowed over the curves of her body then to her legs. I was practically captivated by their sight, their movement beneath her dress mesmerizing to watch. "I feel very under dressed," I told her as I walked with her to the kitchen, still not able to tear my eyes from her. Glancing over her shoulder she looked me up and down and approvingly told me I was fine. Without much fanfare, we both knew where this was going to end, I set out our dinner, something light this time, and the requisite bottle of wine to accompany the meal. "Want to relax a bit?" I asked when I had cleared the table after we finished. She nodded and I grabbed what was left of the wine and our glasses and went to the living room where I sat down on the couch. Unlike before, she sat next to me, sitting sideways, kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs at the ankles, her feet just resting on the floor. She propped her arm on the back of the couch and watched me. I couldn't help but notice that sitting there as she was, the lower two buttons of her dress were undone, exposing more of her legs to me. I filled our glasses and faced her. We were like teenagers when the parents weren't home and this was our first time. Which it was. My previous nervousness had disappeared and I waited to let her become comfortable. It wasn't long before she placed her glass on the coffee table and moved in closer to me. I followed suit and looked at her momentarily before leaning in and kissing her. I started soft, our lips touching, then applied more pressure. As one, our mouths opened and gently our tongues touched one another. Slowly we explored the other, her womanly touch exciting my body. I reached out and laid my hand on her shoulder, holding her in place as our tongues danced in each others mouth. I pulled back to see her expression and watched her smile at me. "Different, huh?" I joked. "Good different," she corrected me. That was all I needed. I began kissing her in earnest, she responding in kind. My hand went to her leg, just below the hem of her dress, my fingers slipping beneath the light material. Slowly I ran my hand up her thigh, the sensation of her smooth skin beneath my fingers pure bliss to touch. Though this was supposed to be about her, I couldn't wait any longer. I stopped kissing her, pulled back and looked into her now opened eyes. "What?" she asked. Standing, I extended my hand to her. Without a word she took my hand and rose. Leaning down, I lifted her in my arms and walked towards the bedroom. She was surprised at being picked up, her arms instinctively wrapping about my neck for support. "If we're going to do this," I told her, "we might as well do this right." Once in the room, I used my elbow to turn on the light and as gently as possible, let her down to stand before me. "That was interesting," she quipped, her smile nearly as bright as the room light. "What say I set the ambiance?" Walking to the end table, I lit a large candle I had purposely bought for this occasion then lit two more on the dresser. Turning out the room light, they gave the room a warm, soft, and romantic, glow. "You went all out, didn't you?" she rhetorically asked, her face beaming with delight. "As I said, if we're going to do this, might was well do it right." I smiled at her, knowing she appreciated everything I was doing. I stood before her and as delicately as I could, began to unbutton her dress. She looked down then quickly up at me, smiling as she let me undress her. Slowly, button by button, inch by inch, her body was revealed to me. "You're going to drag this out as long as you can, aren't you?" she quizzed. "You know it. I only caught a quick glimpse that last time." Playfully she slapped me on the arm, smirking at my comment. Taking the edge of her dress in my hands, I pulled it from her and tossed it to the side, leaving her in only her red bra and matching panties. Though I had seen her breasts before, partially covered by the material of the bra their rounded shapes were more enticing. They seemed more full, almost happy. If breasts could be happy. "Am I allowed to say wow again?" I asked, her nearly nude form, mere inches from me a delight to behold. She again slapped my arm, her mouth open in mock surprise. Reaching out, she began to unbutton my shirt. I tried not to laugh as she fumbled with buttons which were opposite of ones she was used to. In short order she had my shirt undone and with little hesitation, pulled it from my waist and undid the last button. She removed my shirt and we stood there, both half naked, the light of the candles guiding our way. "Turn around," I whispered. She complied without thought and waited. Trying not to touch her, I undid the clasp of her bra then used my hands to push the straps forward, her arms moving to help in the process. I tossed her bra on top of her dress then gently grasped her breasts and pulled her towards me, her back meeting my chest. Instinctively her hands covered mine, her body leaning into me, as we stood enjoying the touch of one another. I wanted to say wow as I held her breasts but thought better of it. They were warm and soft and fit perfectly in my hands. I lightly fondled them and felt her hands squeeze mine as I did, her acknowledgment understood. Reluctantly I let go of her and slid my hands down the curve of her waist. I grew hard as my fingers slid over her skin, my thumbs hooking into the top of her panties. I pulled them down until they fell free to the floor where she daintily used her foot to toss them on to the growing pile. Grasping her by the shoulders, I turned her to face me then gently pushed her back until she met the bed. "Lay down," I quietly told her. She moved slowly on to the bed and lay in the middle. Turning on her side to face me, she propped her head in her hand, her eyes watching my every move. With a minimum of fuss I removed my pants, my now erect dick pointing towards her. Without a word I slid onto the bed, gazing into her eyes which never wavered, the orange glow of the candles giving her skin a smooth, almost flawless, appearance. I reached out with my hand and laid it on the curve of her waist, pulling her towards me. Together we closed the distance between our bodies and our lips sought out the other. It was a gentle yet passionate kiss, one born of desire. I felt her hand touch my dick, her fingers lightly skimming over its length. My dick grew harder at her actions, occasionally twitching with delight as she explored what would soon be inside her. "This is about you, remember," I told her, taking her hand in mine, raising it to my lips and kissing it. "First, we need to get you warmed up." I smiled at her then rolled her over and looked down upon her womanly form. Lowering my mouth, I ever so lightly kissed her. Giving her another quick smile, I moved down her body and kissed her breast before my tongue reached out to graze her pink nipple. Its firmness teased me as I her, the sound of her breaths heard in the silence of the room. I moved to her other breast and tasted it. Slowly I moved down her nude body, my arms supporting me so only my lips touched her, my head leading the way. I smelled her scent, this urging me to hurry but I controlled my pace, taking my time to linger upon her stomach, my tongue laying a small, damp trail upon it before I blew my breath upon the mark. I heard the briefest of sounds and felt her move, a leg bending and lifting from the bed. Further down I went, crossing her waist until I was at her mound of hair, her sex mere inches away. My mouth traveled down between her legs until the dampness of her arousal touched my lips. Using my hands, I spread her thighs and slipped my tongue between her lips, tasting her for the first time. Linda exhaled at my touch, as if what she had been waiting for had finally arrived. She tasted sweet and I sucked upon her as one would a ripe peach. Without prodding her legs spread wider, my tongue now free to lap at her sex. I heard her inhale, her legs spreading wider the longer I tasted her. Flicking my tongue up and down her slit, I listened to her and felt her react to me. Slowly, her body contorted as its arousal grew, her back slightly arching from time to time as my tongue slid inside her. I sucked on her, trying to draw her out, her knees spread wide as I did. I took my time, my tongue sliding effortlessly upon her wet skin, her hips now curling towards me as if to present herself to me. But this was unneeded. By now I had hooked my arms behind her thighs and had buried my face in her, my body partially resting upon her. I felt her hand upon my back, her fingers digging into my skin. My mouth, now coated in her juices, burrowed into her pussy, my tongue extended as far inside her as it could go. Linda moaned at my touch, her hand pushing harder on my back, her hips moving in small circles against my face. Faster I flicked my tongue, trying to find that one spot which would drive her over the edge. I wished I could see her watch me as I licked her, as I pleasured her, as I made her cum. I wanted to see the expression on her face. Stopping what I was doing and as quickly as I could, I repositioned myself under her, facing her, looking up her body. Spreading her legs, I resumed partaking of the feast before me. I dove my tongue into her, hearing her inhale sharply as I did, her hips moving upward, forcing her pussy into my face. She ground her hips against me, wanting me to pleasure her. Which I did. Sounds slipped from her lips, sounds which I wanted to hear, sounds which aroused me as equally as a woman's touch. An Evening with Linda "Uhhhh!" she suddenly moaned, my tongue having grazed her now visible clit. With the barest of touches I again flicked her nub, her hips jerking as the bundle of nerves reacted to my touch. By the glow of the candles I could see the almost pained look on her face, knowing it wasn't pain but the moments leading up to her release. Her eyes were closed tight, as if in deep concentration. I wanted her to cum and clamped my mouth upon her, simultaneously sucking and licking her. Her body began to bounce in rhythm to me, her sounds of pleasure filling the room. Her cries grew louder by the moment until what can only be described as spasms shook her body. Her hips thrust up and down, her pussy ramming into my face. She let out a long moan, her body twisting against my touch. I held her legs apart, my tongue grinding against her most sensitive of spots and listened as she squealed, almost shrieking, before her body collapsed on the bed. Immediately I stopped and watched the expression on her face change from pain to bliss. I felt the strength in her legs disappear, their lengths melting into my hands. Slowly I lowered her legs until they were flat on the bed and used the back of my hand to clean some of her juices off my face. Moving to her side, I watched the expression of joy on her face change to contentment. She lay still and unmoving for a time then turned her head and smiled. "Wow," was all she softly said. I laughed, my own words coming back to me. "So," I casually asked, "was that different?" The only reply was a nodding of the head and a smile which seemed to be permanently glued to her face. Slowly, almost sleepily, she rolled to her side and looked at me, her head resting on her cupped hands. "Thank you," she said, her eyes barely open, her body completely relaxed. "Thank you?" "It's been a while," she answered, the words lazily slipping from between her lips. "Don't take this the wrong way," I said, "but I find it hard to believe that someone such as yourself could ever go without for any length of time." "What do you mean, someone like me?" "Someone with a body like yours, those lovely legs, everything in the right proportions, that nicely rounded ass. Taken together, you're hot!" Her only response was a quick smile before her eyes closed. I curled my arm to lay my head upon it while resting my other hand on the curve of her hip. How long we lay like that I don't know, but she eventually opened her eyes and gazed into mine. If she was searching for something, some hint of what I was thinking, she apparently found it because she reached out with a hand and after a moment, grasped my cock. Gently she slid her hand over it, her light touch soon causing the intended effect. "I want you," was all she said, her hand now firmly gripping my shaft. "Hang on, let me get something," I told her and started to roll over but she gripped me even tighter. "No," she whispered. "I want to feel you." By now I knew better than to ask if she was sure. Even if I wanted to, the tone of her voice left no doubt. I moved my hand to her shoulder and pulled her closer, her fingers now sliding across my erect cock. Her head looked down and I followed suit, watching as she played with me, her short nails occasionally dragging across my skin. "Ya know," I told her, "you're doing a pretty good job down there." She giggled, her head leaning in until it met mine, her hand now gently sliding up and down my engorged cock. She raised her head and in one motion kissed me and rolled me on to my back. Swinging her leg across my body, she straddled me, her body leaning over mine. I wrapped my arms behind her and pulled her on to me, her breasts caught between our bodies. I felt the beat of her heart against my chest, her body shivering as I ran my hands down her back. Linda positioned herself until I felt the hair on her pussy nestle against the head of my cock. Instinctively my hands went to her hips and pushed down, my hips rising at the same time. Slowly she sank on to my length, enveloping me in its warm, wet embrace. Almost imperceptibly I heard a satisfying exhale and felt her body relax, her legs sliding back as she took me fully inside her. "You feel warm," she whispered, her lips grazing my neck as she lightly kissed me. I chuckled at her comment, understanding its meaning. Clenching my lower muscles, I forced my cock to momentarily swell with extra blood. "What was that?" she asked, startled by my act. "Oh, just a little bit of something. Here, let me do it again." Again I clenched, the blood forcing its way inside for a second. "Stop it!" she joked, slapping my chest. "Hey, I'm just here for your amusement," I told her. With a crooked grin she showed her approval. Holding her tight, I slowly moved my hips back and forth, my cock rhythmically sliding in and out of her. "This feels different," she said, resting her head on my shoulder. "I would hope so," I replied. "I'm not a piece of silicone." She laughed at my comeback and nestled tighter against me, our bodies practically merging as one. Moving my hips back and forth, her body now moving with mine, she lifted herself from me and kissed me. Looking down at me, she arched her back so she could take every bit of me inside her and began to use me as her fuck toy. She started slow, as if testing the water, rocking her hips back and forth, her pussy sliding against my shaft. Her eyes were closed, her head upturned as she concentrated on her new pleasure. I watched her, oddly fascinated more than aroused, as her body began to move with each passing moment. Her breasts swung free several inches from my face, their rounded forms bouncing in rhythm to her motions. Her mouth was open, her breathing steady, as moment by moment she fucked me harder. I still held her hips, my own hips now thrusting up to meet hers as she rode me. Shallow gasps escaped from her pink lips, sounds which were both lustful and feminine. The best of both worlds. She suddenly let out a loud exhale, her thighs momentarily tensing as her body jerked. Her head fell down, a look of deep concentration upon it, while her body rocked more forcefully. Deliberately she drug herself up the length of my shaft then forced her hips down upon me. Over and over she repeated this, her body slamming harder onto me each time, her ragged breaths growing louder. Lifting my head, I opened my mouth and took hold of a nipple between my lips. My mouth sucked upon her as my tongue flicked her skin, all the while letting her do with me as she wanted. I bucked my hips faster, ramming myself deeper inside her as she moaned louder. With a slight pop, I released my hold upon her and watched as her breasts bounced up and down as our bodies moved against one another. Her body now rocked in irregular movements, the wetness from her pussy dripping down my balls. Her groans of ecstasy grew louder, her breathing heavier. Her hands, resting on my chest, now dug in as if grasping for purchase. Without warning her hips began to jerk frantically back and forth as she began to cum. Her body bounced both against me and the bed, the extra motion allowing me to sink as far inside her as humanly possible. Second by second her moans grew louder, more earnest, more shrill. "Ohhhhhh .... gawwwwww!" she shrieked, her hips furiously rocking back and forth, my own release moments away until I could hold out no longer. Holding tight to her hips, I furiously fucked her, my hips thrusting over and over, my cock repeatedly impaling her, my cum shooting deep inside her. She seethed behind gritted teeth, her eyes screwed shut as she drove herself onto me in a state of orgasmic frenzy until we came to a stuttering halt. Slick with her own perspiration, her chest heaving against mine, her limp body melted into me. I loosely held her, my cock buried inside her. Her warm curves were one of the things I missed about being with a woman and my hands explored her still body. "So," I quietly started, my hands sliding up her back, "I guess this means you're bi?" A small giggling fit momentarily took hold of her. "I guess so," she said, raising her body and resting her head in her hand. I lightly stroked her back, my hands sliding down until they rode over her upturned ass. Running my hands over their rounded forms, I grasped them in my hands and gave a small squeeze. "Hey," she scolded me. "Sorry. They felt good and I couldn't resist." Giving me yet another small smack, the smile on her face couldn't hide the fact that she wasn't upset with me fondling her body. She lay her head upon my shoulder, trying to find a comfortable position. "This feels different," she quietly commented. "Huh?" "Lying on top of you, feeling you inside me" "Oh, that," I casually replied. Soon after, my dick slid from inside her, it's flagging state leading to the inevitable. "Now that felt really weird." I laughed. There was no way I could possibly understand how it felt to her yet the comment, this whole situation, was almost comical. Fun, but comical nonetheless. "I'm sorry," I falsely apologized, "there's nothing I can do about that. Don't you remember anything from the sex ed classes we took?" Smack! She gave me a fairly substantial hit upon my shoulder, the sound like a piece of wood cracking in the otherwise silent room. "Ow!" I let out, not really hurt but more surprised. "Keep being a smart ass," she said. We lay there for several more minutes, neither saying a word, when I suggested that we get ready to go to bed. "You want me to stay?" she asked, surprised at my offer. "Why not? What, you thought this was once and done?" I replied. "Oh no my dear, you are sorely mistaken. I intend to see this through to the bitter end." I tried to hold a straight face but couldn't. Betrayed by my own silliness, she too laughed then slid off me and made her way to the bathroom. She closed the door and I patiently waited for her to finish before I did the same. By the time I was done she was nestled comfortably under the covers, lying on her side, waiting for me to return. Blowing out the candles one by one, the room quickly became nearly pitch black. Only the light from a street light filtering through the curtains offered the barest hint of light. Making my way to the bed, I lay down beside her and though I couldn't see her, I knew our faces were only inches from one another. "Thank you again," she quietly whispered. "Not a problem," was my casual reply. I felt her lay down, still facing me, which was my cue that the night was over. When I awoke, I immediately remembered there was someone else in my bed. Turning my head, I saw that Linda was now facing away from me, her body in a curled position. Sliding out of bed, I found a pair of shorts and a shirt to throw on and went to the kitchen. Trying to be quiet, I pulled out my pans and got ready for breakfast. Apparently I wasn't quiet enough because Linda was soon looking in, wearing the dress she had worn last night. Despite the rumpled nature, her tousled hair and still sleepy look, she looked even more desirable than she did last night. On top of all that, she hadn't fully buttoned her dress. Unlike last night, only the middle three buttons were done leaving the top and bottom of her dress to spread as it wanted. "Now that's hot," I told her, practically leering at her body peeking out from beneath the dress. She looked down then understood what I meant. Smiling, she took her seat at the table and waited for me to finish. As we ate, we talked, my eyes continually being drawn to the open top of her dress which exposed parts of her breasts as she moved. She eventually picked up on this and would smile when she would catch me looking. When done, she thanked me and started to gather her things when I stopped her. "What?" "As I said last night," I began, "I'm going to see this through to the bitter end." She gave me a quizzical look, not understanding what I meant. As the night before, I undid the buttons on her dress and let it fall to the ground. Gazing upon her nude body, the light of the morning bathing the room in its glow, no man could help but be stirred by her sight. "Trust me," I told her, taking her hand and walking back to the bedroom. Guiding her to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let her get in before I tore off my clothes, got a second set of towels and hopped in with her. She was already wet and took the washcloth from me as I entered. Getting a good lather, she soaped her body, running the cloth over every inch of her body. I reached up and restricted the flow of the water then stood back, watching as she twisted this way and that. As her hands slid over her body, I imagined how my hands would feel as they slid over her slick form, gliding effortlessly over her curves. Then, as my daydream continued, I imagined her reaching out with a soapy hand and grasping my cock, her fingers wrapping around me and stroking me. She would slide over my shaft, her hand almost reaching to cover my head before sliding back down. Over and over she would pump me, not hurrying what she was doing. A slow and deliberate pace, making me wait for my release. "Thinking about me?" I heard her voice. Snapping out of my dream, I saw her standing before me, hands on hips. "Sorry," I said. "You caught me daydreaming." "Apparently," she replied, her eyes looking down then back up. I knew what she meant and gave a shrug of the shoulders. Leaning around her, I released the flow of the water so she could rinse herself. Immediately afterwards she stuck her head under the stream of water and soaked her hair. While she did, I cleaned myself, the titillation of the soap upon my still erect cock not doing me any favors. We finished scrubbing the nights activities from our bodies then grabbed our towels. I watched from the bedroom as Linda ran her towel over her body, framed in the bathroom door. She bent her body over, her breasts momentarily hanging free before running the towel over her leg, her toes pointed in that manner women do. She slowly drug the towel up her leg, across her knee and thigh until she came to her waist. Standing upright, she drug the towel across her body, her breasts bouncing lightly as dried herself. "What?" she asked. "Just watching," I told her. She smirked, wrapped the towel about her body then sat on the edge of the bed, watching me. I dried myself before wrapping the towel about my waist and sat down beside her. "So," she asked, "what's next? What bitter end do you have planned?" Sitting beside her, I had a momentary twinge of self-doubt. Pushing it aside, I told her there was one last thing I wanted to do. She didn't have to agree with it since this whole thing had been for her benefit, but I thought it might be one other experience she might want to try. "Really?" she quizzed me. "I hadn't thought about that." I could see her mulling over the idea, neither for nor against it. She finally nodded in agreement and stood up, unwrapping the towel and tossing it aside before crawling back on to the bed. Sitting as she was, kneeling on the bed, her hands nestled in her lap, looking completely feminine, she was a beautiful sight to behold. I stared at her for a few moments, searing her sight into my brain before removing my towel and sliding next to her. "Top or bottom?" I asked her. "Does it matter?" "If you're on top, you have more control over what goes on. If you're on the bottom, you pretty much have to accept whatever happens." She thought about it then said she would be on top. Lying down, I positioned myself on the bed and waited for her to get into position. She lifted her leg high then set it down next to my head, her other leg already in position. Scooting her body on top of mine, I laid my hands on the small of her back and waited. "So I just suck on it?" she asked, her hand fondling my semi-erect dick. "Pretty much though don't suck too hard. And use your tongue. And whatever you do, be careful of your teeth." She nestled herself into position and though I couldn't see her, felt her take my cock into her mouth, her lips sliding down my shaft, then sucking gently followed a moment later by her popping it from her mouth. "Ok?" she asked. "Uh huh," I said. "Just develop a rhythm." With that last bit of advice, her warm mouth enveloped me in its embrace, her lips again sliding up and down the length of my now erect shaft. "Mmmm," I moaned. "That feels good. Like that." I lay there, feeling her unbelievably soft lips on me when I set about using my own mouth. Pulling her ass down, I guided her pussy to my waiting tongue, flicking lightly about her labial lips before sucking her. As before, my tongue danced up and down her slit, sometimes burying itself inside her before again sliding across her pussy which grew increasingly wet. Like last night, she tasted sweet, her scent filling my nose with its aroma. I lapped at her opening, her soft folds of skin vibrating at my touch. "Uhhh!" I moaned as she swirled her tongue about my cockhead. Either she had been playing dumb with me or she was a quick learner. I tried to relax my body, concentrating on what I was doing rather than what she was doing. With the tip of my tongue I reached out to where her clit should be and rubbed against that spot. Her ass wiggled when I did and I flicked several times on that same spot. I felt her pop my dick from her mouth and exhale, her hand holding me tight in its grip. Harder I rubbed her spot, her hips moving back and forth as I did. I took my time, not rubbing too hard nor too soft, my tongue moving to other parts of her exposed sex before again lapping at her slit. I placed my mouth upon her and sucked, trying to draw her out. At the same time I felt her lips clamp harder about my shaft, her hand now pumping me as she sucked me. I could feel her head move up and down, her body relaying her motions, her breathing audible in the room. Taking a finger, I momentarily dipped it inside her to get it wet then placed it at her anal opening and softly swirled the tip. "Uhhh!" Now it was her turn to moan. My finger toyed at her opening, never entering, just lightly caressing her. She stopped sucking on me and pushed her ass out towards my finger. I kept up my light pressure, swirling my fingering around her opening, taunting her. Licking her slit, she moaned, her hand tightening about my shaft as she endured the tantalizing torment. She pushed harder back against my finger, but I would not give her the pleasure she sought. Instead, I grabbed her hips and pushed her forward, positioning her so my mouth was directly below her pussy and once again sucked on her. "Ohhhh!" she cried out as my tongue found the bump which was the beginning of her clit exposing itself. Rubbing against her, I flicked and lapped several times, her ass bouncing as her nerves jumped at my touch. "That feels soooo good," she cooed, lifting her body on her hands, her ass practically sitting on my face. Her hips moved in small circles as my tongue danced about, my lips sucking on her, driving her closer to the edge. Using my hands, I pushed down on her back, my dick needing attention that only she could give. As soon as she was repositioned she began to suck on me with renewed vigor. Harder and harder her hand pulled on me while her mouth closed tight about my shaft. She drug her tongue up my length with each stroke, sometimes scraping the underside of my now bulbous head which caused my hips to buck, driving my cock deeper into her mouth.