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Love Takes Time

By: Darktouch



"Good morning Mrs. Browning" John said in his velvety slow voice. 

"Good morning John," she replied with the ease of one who was talking to a long familiar employee "How are the children doing?"

"Fine Ma'am Beth is doing well in college and Sky's practice is taking off" he answered her with an obvious pride. John had worked for Amanda Browning for almost thirty years now. He had been there through the birth of her child and had been the rock she clung to when a drunken driver took her beloved husband.

"John," she said with some asperity "Do you think, just once, you could call me Amanda? It is really not a difficult name" His eyes crinkled at the long-standing joke. "Certainly Mrs. Brown," he laughed, "I'll get to it sooner or later."

She watched him as walked away, off to tend the million things it took to keep a gentleman's farm running. Almost involuntarily she looked at the solid width of his shoulders and back as they tapered to his slender waist. Almost fifty his long hair was gray now and he was quite proud that he had never given in to the temptation to dye it. She could not help but notice how fluidly he moved striding with a pace that kept men half his age panting to keep up. Sighing she turned back to her own work managing the details of all the charities and philanthropic organizations her husband had left money too. "Millions" she thought wryly "a fortune breeds a ton of responsibility"

It was approaching midnight when she left her shower and wrapped herself in her silk dressing gown. By chance she looked out to the caretakers cottage and was startled to notice the light was on. Concern flooded her she knew John was an early riser and so tended to retire early as well. Quickly she slid her feet into slippers and pulled a jacket over her nightclothes.

She got to the window, suddenly feeling silly, and decided to look in " After all" she reasoned "He is an attractive widower, maybe he is entertaining" Telling herself that she was being foolish she peeked into the window. John was sprawled on the floor.

Even years later she did not remember opening the door. It seemed to her as though she materialized at his side, bending to check him for injuries and recoiling slightly at the smell of alcohol on him.

"What the?" she thought, confused " I have never known John to drink more than a single glass" Then she saw it. Sitting on his table the faded yellowing obituary of his wife. Tears leaked from her eyes as she remembered that day, the birth of his youngest daughter, and the fatal blood infection that took away his wife.

"Simone" she heard him call drunkenly "Honey please, I miss you so much..."

"John" she said tenderly " its me, Amanda, c'mon lets get you to bed."

The sunrise found her sitting quietly in his kitchen. She had cleaned up the spilled whiskey and the tattered newspaper clipping, respectfully putting the photo and the article into the folder he had left on the table. She jumped slightly as she heard the shower turn on in the small bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. 

Rising smoothly she cracked several eggs into a battered cast iron skillet and put bread into the toaster. A moment later he emerged, dripping and slightly blue, from what had obviously been a medicinal shower and walked into his kitchen clad in a bathrobe.

"Mrs. Browning, " said softly, shame bringing a measure of color to his cheeks.

"John" She interrupted, firmly and decisively, cutting off his obvious start at an apology. " I understand what you went through, I was there, remember? " he nodded mutely. "And when Lawrence died you spent many nights with my tears on your shoulder, and don't you dare say that it is different for men. Now I don't want to hear an apology or see any regrets about you being human. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ma'am if I don't get those boys out to the fields and working on the irrigation ditches, there'll be hell to pay." He said looking into her eyes smiling.

"Mrs. Browning" she heard him rumble softly as he paused at the door " Thank you"

That afternoon found her in her study as her foreman walked in. She was, rather out of character for her, clad in a loose cotton sweatshirt and pants. They pale soft pastel blue a radical departure from her customary black.

"Your kitchen chair is not exactly the most comfortable place I have ever slept," she responded to her foreman's raised eyebrow. " I am stiff all over," she teased playfully.

"Mrs. Browning let me show you something Sky taught me." He moved around her chair and began to knead her shoulders with strong, callused hands. She marveled at how wonderful his touch was and moaned softly. Slowly with strong sure strokes he began to knead lower down her back as she leaned her head onto the desk.

" My God John" she gasped softly "you are better than the 150 dollar an hour masseuse who comes out here. Where did you learn this?" 

"Well you know Sky needed to practice and I reckon I have as much time in those classes as she does" he stammered.

"John." she said in a rising note, recognizing his attempt at evasion.

"I practiced on the horses." He admitted ruefully.

"The horses?" She exclaimed incredulously, beginning to titter, then to laugh.

"Ma'am if you like, " he said to her " I will try to work the kinks out of your back" He was actually roaring with laughter now. " even though ya only have 2 feet"

Wordlessly she rose and took his hand in hers and led him to long divan. "I'll take you at your word" she said lying down on her stomach. Gently, with just the right amount of pressure he began to knead her tight muscles. His strong hands were cushioned by the cloth of her sweat suit rather than hampered by it. He stroked her long and lovingly, pressing into tired muscles, rejuvenating them. After about an hour of luxuriating in his attention, she turned over and sat up.

He extended his hand to help her to her feet and she rose, stepping close to him her right hand rested lightly on his chest while her left still had not relinquished his hand. She looked up into his jade green eyes as he stared down into her soft brown ones.

"Amanda...." He breathed softly, his mouth parted slightly as their lips met. She slid her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with a sudden fervor that surprised her. His huge strong arms slid around her narrow waist making her feel doll like and fragile. Their tongues danced together as she became light-headed in his embrace, reveling in his strength and almost over-powering masculinity. 

"My God" she thought, almost incoherent" Where did he learn to kiss?"

Gently with complete control and amazing ease he picked her up into his arms and laid her softly back down on the divan. He knelt along side it and began to run his hands over her exploring and kissing her. She gasped softly as he unzipped her shirt and his warm sucking kisses trailed across her exposed flesh. Tenderly, almost reverently, he took a nipple into his mouth. She gasped as tingling fire shot through her. His hands and lips moved downward to her stomach, sliding her pants down as he cupped the moist flesh of her aching, longing pussy. Gently he lowered his head to the throbbing temple of her femininity and slowly, languorously he began to lick.

Amanda felt as though she would melt from the inside out as heavenly sensations unfelt in so many years rippled and bubbled through her. Gasping raggedly she surrendered herself to his flickering teasing tongue as wave after wave of pleasure accosted her, carrying her higher and higher till she could stand no more. With a final shuddering sob she clenched his head with her legs and screamed in orgasm.

He rose to his feet, looking up she could see fire in his eyes equal to her own still smoldering desire. Fumbling with his belt she desperately tugged his fly open and his pants down. She wanted this man, wanted him more than she had ever wanted another. He gasped as he she took him, suddenly and savagely into her mouth. She could smell his days sweat on him, not unpleasant, just masculine. She began to work his stiff throbbing cock with her mouth and hands. Faster and faster her head moved as she felt the glans swell and his balls begin to rise. With one last squeeze and thrust she buried him into her throat feeling him rain his hot fire into her.

Afterward they lay, her head on his shoulder. They had gone upstairs to her bed and spent the rest of the evening listening to the angels sing. The caretaker's cottage would be empty now. Their love had taken time to grow, as a fine wine takes time to age, but grow it had. Somewhere, out among the stars, two angels rejoiced.

Love Takes Time



This is a story of romance. There is sexual activity in this story, but it takes time to get there. 

*****

David had a long day at work and decided to unwind a little before heading home. He drove downtown and stopped at a pub downtown. He walked into the pub and took a seat at the bar. The pub was really busy. Most of the people in the pub were wearing dress clothes just like David. This was David's first time in the pub, it came well recommended by one of his co-workers.

A cute looking woman walked to him and said, "What will you have sweetie?"

"I will have a gin and tonic." David replied.

He watched as she turned away from him and began making his drink. Her dark blue t-shirt with a British flag across her chest was temporarily burned into his mind. He could see that it was tied in the back with a hair tie, which made the shirt cling tightly to her figure. Her navy blue, plaid skirt was riding up her body as she leaned forward, almost revealing her panties. David focused on the thick red and thin yellow lines forming the plaid design.

The waitress spun back around and sat the glass in front of him. "Will you be running a tab?"

"Yes, umm..." David quickly searched for a name tag.

"I am so sorry. My name is Tabitha. Everyone here calls me Tabby."

"Tabitha. That is an interesting name." David extended his hand. "I am David, but you can call me Dave."

He shook her hand then watched her as she began to help other customers. While sipping on his drink, he looked at her dark black pigtails and wondered why she was wearing such a peculiar outfit. He scanned the pub and noticed all the workers were wearing interesting outfits. One of the waitresses was wearing a baseball jersey and ball cap while another was wearing a nurse uniform.

The commentators of the baseball game played through the speakers of the bar. David looked at the televisions in front of him to see who was playing. He quickly lost interest in the game and returned his focus to Tabby while sipping on his mixed drink.

"How does it taste?" He heard a voice say. Looking up from his drink, Dave saw Tabby smiling at him.

"Tastes good, thank you. Tell me though, what is with the interesting uniforms?"

Tabby laughed. "This must be your first time here. All of us waitresses wear fun outfits. Our clientèle love it. Look around. We are always this busy." 

Dave smiled when Tabby winked at him just before turning her attention to the next customer. He could see why the pub was a popular hang out and came well recommended by his co-worker. All the girls were cute and the atmosphere was light and enjoyable.

After enjoying a few more drinks, Dave paid his tab, left a nice tip and headed home for the evening. As he was driving, he thought about Tabby and the pub. A virtual movie of her movements in the bar replayed through his mind.

A few days later, Dave headed back to the pub. When he walked inside, he looked around for Tabby, but did not see her. He asked one of the other waitresses if she was working.

"No. I am sorry. She only works on Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays here, I would be happy to serve you though." 

Dave looked at the woman dressed in light blue scrubs and contemplated his options a moment before thanking her for the information and leaving. He made a mental note of Tabby's schedule in his mind as he drove home.

That night, he had a dream about Tabby. He woke with the vision of her smiling at him in his mind. The dream put him in a good mood. He dressed and headed into work with a smile on his face and positive attitude. The morning passed quickly and Dave took an extended lunch break. He drove into the city and parked in front of his normal diner. He walked to the door and pulled the handle. To his surprise, the diner door was locked. He looked at the door on the sign that read, "Closed."

"Closed? They are never closed. I have eaten here hundreds of times and never have they been closed." He muttered to himself.

He looked around to see if he could find somewhere else close to eat. He ignored all the fast food chains and saw a sign that read, "Pete's Fine Dining". It looked like a local restaurant so he began to walk down the sidewalk. He was in the mood for some local home cooking and he was hopeful this would suit his appetite. A black chalkboard sign greeted him upon entry. It read, "Take a seat".

Dave looked around at the quaint diner with a feeling of an Italian restaurant from the 80's. He sat down at a red, padded booth with a dark, oak table. He grabbed a menu from the table and began glancing at the selection when he heard a familiar voice. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" the female sounding voice asked.

Dave put down the menu and looked up. To his surprise, he saw Tabby looking down at him. A look of surprise covered her face before turning to a smile.

"Hello again. Are you stalking me?" Tabby asked with a sweet, joking voice.

"Well, no. I didn't even know you worked here. I normally eat at a diner down the road, but it is closed for some reason today so I saw this place and decided to try it out."

"Dave is it?" she asked, with a pondering look on her face, her head tilted slightly to the side and her left hand on her hip.

"Yes it is. Wow! I am impressed. You have a good memory."

"I never forget a handsome face." she replied back.

They both laughed for a few seconds. "Thank you for the compliment. You are quite the looker yourself. I must say you are much more modestly dressed here though. I will have a water to drink please." 

Dave scanned Tabby's uniform as she was writing on the order pad. She was wearing a tan, old style bonnet that looked like it came from "Little house on the Prairie" and a matching dress that hung loosely on her body. A white apron covered the front of her dress. Looking down, he noticed she was wearing very plain, white sneakers.

Staring into a corner while Tabby fetched his drink, Dave compared the two extremely different outfits he had seen her in. He was trying to decide which one he liked better, leaning more toward the pub outfit, though he found an attraction in the modesty of her current outfit. 

When Tabby returned, Dave ordered roast, mashed potatoes and carrots. Tabby wrote his order down and just before she was ready to turn around she heard Dave say, "Do you work at the pub still?"

"Yes." Tabby said, matter-of-factually. "I work two day during lunch here and bartend three nights at the pub. I also go to school full-time so I stay pretty busy."

"There is nothing more attractive than a pretty woman who is hard working and driven." he thought to himself as he stared into her eyes.

"That is impressive. You sound like you are a driven woman." he replied to her.

"Yes, sir. Let me go put in your order and I will be right back."

Dave watched her as she walked away. He put his mouth on the straw and took a drink of his water while looking out the window at the street. People scurried by going to and from. He wondered to himself where each person was heading as they walked by the window. He would put a story together of each person, based on what they were wearing and carrying with them.

Soon Tabby returned and took a seat across the booth from Dave. "We are kind of slow today so I have a minute or so to chat while your order is being prepared."

Dave turned his attention to her and smiled a second before finding out more about her life. "Why do you work so much in combination with school and what is with your outfit here?"

Tabby couldn't help but crack a smile. "We will start with the outfit first, because that is a quick and easy answer. The other part of your question will take some time. This restaurant has an old-school way about it. The owners are older and came from Iowa. They make home cooked meals like momma used to make and fashion their restaurant the same way. That is why we wear these old fashioned dresses and bonnets. I actually kind of dig it."

Dave comments, "It is curious how you work at two different places and both have unique costumes. I am beginning to think you are a different kind of breed yourself."

"I am, very much so." Tabby responds, pauses a moment, then continues explaining more about herself. "I want to be more than a waitress and bartender so I am going to school full-time and working to pay my rent. Soon I will be done with business school and hopefully find a way to pay for my master's degree."

"Business? Impressive. I imagine you have very little free time to yourself or social life."

"Bartending is my social life" Tabby said, followed by a giggle.

In the distance, a bell rang from the kitchen. Tabby excused herself and made her way toward the kitchen. A few moments later, she returned with Dave's food. As Dave ate his food, a thousand different questions about her crossed his mind. It had been a long time since he was this intrigued with a woman. After all, his busy work schedule did not afford him much time to socialize either.

Finding a woman that was just as motivated and driven as him would be hard. The first ten years of his career he worked over 80 hours a week, busting his ass to move up in the corporate world. Now that he had established himself and made a successful life, it too at least 60 hours a week to maintain his business. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find a business person with a drive to suit his wants as a partner.

To his dismay, Tabby had not sat back down in the booth and was attending to another table while he ate. As he was finishing his meal, two more couples walked through the front door. He knew Tabby would not have any more time to finish their conversation today. 

When Tabby returned to the table with his bill, Dave said, "I want to learn more about you. Could I take you out for a meal tonight or tomorrow?"

"I have school tonight and I am working at the Pub tomorrow night. In my free time, I have to study. You seem like a very nice person, but I do not have any free time right now. You can stop by and see me at the pub though."

Dave saw her smile and smiled back as she handed him his bill. He pulled out an old receipt, turned it over and wrote his phone number down. "If you happen to find a few free moments or need a break from studying and would like to join me for a meal, here is my number. My treat."

He handed her cash for his meal and a generous tip then watched her walk away. The rest of the day he spent working at the office. Work kept her off his mind. When he was finally able to go home, he was very tired so he went straight to bed. 

While he was sleeping, he dreamed that Tabby and him were living back in the horse and buggy times. He saw her walking down the side of the dusty dirt road as he stood in front of the general store, tying his horse to the post. She looked over at him from across the road and smiled then quickly whisked herself away at a hurried pace. Over and over he would see Tabby throughout the town, but was never quick enough to approach her. Each time he saw her, she was moving quickly in the opposite direction.

Dave rolled over and hit the off button on his alarm clock. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He thought about the strange dream he had, then climbed out of bed and prepared to begin his day. He was determined to find some free time to spend with Tabby. He would not let her continue to just pass by.

That evening, he headed back to the pub to see Tabby again. There was no empty spots near the pub so he drove into the parking garage and walked a block to the pub. As he approached the pub, he could hear Irish music and noticed that the pub was crowded. Dave opened the door and looked up at the bar, he saw Tabby quickly moving back and forth behind the bar, but there were no empty seats at the bar. To the right, an Irish band was playing music on a stage that was hidden by a curtain the last time he was there.

There was a table in the corner of the pub that seated two. It did not give him a view of the Irish band, but it did afford him a view of the bar and the televisions above the bar. It appeared to be the only available seat in the crowded pub. 

Dave sat down at the table and watch people dancing and shouting along with the Irish band. The Friday crowd was more wild than the crowd on Tuesday afternoons. It took almost 10 minutes for a waitress to make it to his table so he ordered a double gin and tonic and a shot of whiskey. While waiting for her to return with his drink, he watched Tabby work from afar. He watched her work in admiration as he drank his mixed drink and listened to the Irish drinking songs.

Tabby was rushing around, trying to keep up with the orders while trying to stay cheerful. She was laughing with the customers and dancing around having fun while doing her best to make the drinks and pour draft beers quickly. The door to the pub opened and Tabby glanced over at the door to see who was arriving. When she looked away, she caught a glimpse of Dave sitting in the corner. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second as she was turning away from the door. She quickly turned back around, and took a second glance. She made eye contact once more and smiled at him, then returned to work, sitting two mugs of draft beer in front of the men at the bar.

Dave ordered a few more drinks and enjoyed the pub atmosphere for a little while longer before heading home. He was disappointed that he was not able to sit at the bar, but knew that Tabby would not have much time to talk anyways.

On Tuesday afternoon, Dave returned to the pub for lunch and took a seat at the bar. Tabby greeted him immediately with a warm smile and sat a gin and tonic in front of him without him even ordering. He was impressed by her memory. 

"You remember what I drink. I am impressed!" He said, returning a warm smile.

"I always remember my favorite customers' drinks. Would you like anything to eat today?"

"Yes, please. I will take a Ruben sandwich."

Dave ate his sandwich and finished his drink and then Tabby told him that she was taking a lunch break. Dave paid his tab and contemplated his next move in his head. He mustered up his courage and decided to take a leap of faith.

"Would you mind if I joined you for your lunch break?" 

"Thank you for the offer, but I am just going out back to relax." she replied.

"Great. That will give us a few moments to chat, if you do not mind, of course." he said confidently, assuming she wouldn't mind.

"That will be fine, I suppose. Follow me."

Dave followed Tabby out the back door of the pub. They walked across a concrete pad where a round table with an umbrella was positioned to the left of the door. On the other side of the worker parking spots was open land. 

Tabby took a seat on the grass below one of the three large oak trees, shading her from the warm sun. Dave took a seat next to her and leaned gently against the trunk of the tree. Tabby opened a miniature bag of baked potato chips from the pub and slowly put a chip into her mouth.

"I have really become interested in you and would like to find a way for us to spend some time together." Dave said, breaking the silence. 

"Well, this is about all the free time I have right now. I think you are a sweet man and if I had more free time, I think I would enjoy spending time with you, but I am just swamped right now." she said after she finished eating the potato chip.

"I tell you what...I am a business man and you said you are a business major. I can help you study and give you useful suggestions as well. This way, we will get to spend time together and you will get your studies done. How does that sound?"

Tabby did not reply right away as she put another potato chip in her mouth and chewed it. Eating the chip intentionally gave her time to consider the offer without having to give an immediate response. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the soft breeze kiss her skin. After taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, she opened her eyes and turned to look at Dave's face.

"I will even bring you food so you do not have to cook." Dave said, trying to sweeten the offer.

With a grin on her face, Tabby replied, "You have a deal then. I have class tonight until 7pm and I have a final tomorrow morning. I will be starving by time I get home. If you are serious about wanting to help me study, meet me at the library at 7:30 tonight. I will be sitting on the grass of the courtyard in front of the entrance."

"That will work splendidly." Dave replied, grinning ear to ear.

"I have to get back to work now. My break time is over." She said, looking at the watch on her wrist.

Dave pulled into the library parking lot. The sun was starting to sink toward the horizon. He grabbed the picnic basket out of his trunk and took the sidewalk toward the library. Many of the college students looked at him and the picnic basket in a confused manner. It wasn't everyday you saw a person carrying a picnic basket on campus.

Tabby had chosen a public place to meet him because she didn't know him well, despite a few times at work. She normally studied at home, but the courtyard of the library was convenient and sounded like a plausible place to study. She saw Dave approaching her with a picnic basket when she glanced over her text book which she had propped up on the ground. She was laying stomach down on a soft blanket she had placed on top of the grass. She pretended not to notice he was coming until he was just in front of her.

When he came close, Tabby hopped up and gave him a big hug. "I can't believe you actually came." she lied.

"Of course I came and I brought you food as promised." Dave said, holding her closely with his left hand and holding the picnic basket with his right hand.

They sat down and enjoyed a roasted chicken, cole slaw and beans that Dave picked up on the way, then Dave quizzed Tabby for the test she was preparing for the next day. When they finished, Tabby gave Dave a long hug. Dave pulled back a few inches and pressed his lips against her mouth. To his surprise, Tabby did not pull back. She returned the kiss for a second then retreated. He could see her blushing as she pulled away.

She reached down and grabbed her text book then shyly said, "Thank you for helping me study and bringing food. I am grateful."

"Thank you for making time to see me." Dave replied.

Tabby picked up the blanket and Dave helped her fold it neatly. She put her text book on top of the blanket and then said, "I would like to see you again, here is my number."

Dave reached out and took the ripped piece of paper with her number on it. He put it into his pant pocket and gave her a hug then escorted her to her car. Tabby put her belongings in the trunk then leaned in and gave him a quick goodbye kiss before sitting in her car. Dave watched her close her door and drive away.

They talked to each other on the phone in the evening a few times throughout the next week. On Tuesday of the next week, Dave showed up at the pub around the same time he had the week before. This time he was carrying a bouquet of flowers and a small vase in his hands. When Tabby turned and saw him walking toward her, her jaw dropped. She covered her open mouth and felt her eyes starting ti well up with tears. She held her tears back and ran out from behind the bar.

She took the vase full of flowers and sat in on the bar, then gave Dave a big, long hug while thanking him over and over. All the men in the bar watched the sight in envy, wishing it was them that found a way to her heart.

Tabby asked her boss if she could take her break and escorted Dave out back again. To her surprise, a blanket was already spread out on the grass under the oak tree they sat under the previous week. On the tan blanket was a picnic basket.

"What in the world?" she asked, blushing and full of disbelief.




Love Takes Time



"I thought you would enjoy a lunch with me today."

"Why are you doing all of this for me? What have I done to deserve this?"

He smiled and put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. "Just think of it as a reward for all of your hard work. Do you know how rare it is to find a person with such passion and drive that you possess?"

They sat down on the blanket facing each other. He reached into the picnic basket and pulled out two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a baggie of baked potato chips. She laughed at the simplicity of the meal.

"You are too funny. PB and J huh? Nice!"

"I didn't know if you would go for it, but I took a leap of faith." He said grinning.

He enjoyed staring into her eyes and seeing the look of joy and happiness on her face. She was already beautiful to him, but her radiating smile made her seem even more beautiful. The way her black pig tails hung down on her shoulders, the tight blue shirt hugging her chest and the tanned legs leading to her plaid skirt were all that he ever wanted. He was intrigued by the way her plaid skirt was short enough to make you think it would reveal what was underneath, but just long enough to keep it a mystery.

Tabby broke the silence after taking a few bites of the sandwich. "I am sure there are many people that have the same drive and desire that you say I possess. I don't see myself as any different than most. I am just doing what I have to in order to pay rent and hopefully make a better life for myself in the future."

Dave set his sandwich down on the baggie and leaned in, taking her cheeks in his hand and pressing his mouth to her's. He kissed her softly for a second, then pulled away and looked into her eyes, saying "That is what I enjoy about you. You have a drive that you think is normal. Trust me, you and your drive are far from normal. I have been looking far and wide for a person that shares my same drive and passion for years to no avail."

Tabby took another bite of her sandwich and when she finished, she asked, "So, you know about me, but what exactly do you do? What is your life story?"

Dave smiled softly. He was surprised she did not know who he was or what he did. "That is a discussion for later when we have more time. If I am correct, you have to be going back inside soon."

She looked down at her watch then said, "Oh crap! You are right. I do need to get back inside."

She hurried to her feet then gave him a quick kiss and asked, "I will see you tonight then?" as she rushed toward the restaurant entrance.

"Yes ma'am." he replied while watching her scurry away.

Tabby entered the back of the bar and walked behind the bar. Her co-worker, Allison, approached her and whispered into her ear, "Have you slept with him yet?"

"What? NO!" Tabby responded.

Allison stepped back with a look of disbelief on her face. "Don't you know who he is?"

"It doesn't matter. I have more respect for myself than that." 

"Yes, but he is Dave Profst, the top commerce manager on this side of the country!"

"That is wonderful. I am happy for him that he has made a good life for himself. I am sure he has worked really hard to get where he is today. That is still no reason to jump into bed with him though, you silly woman." Tabby replied, defending her moral stance.

"I would have slept with him the first day, but that is just me. Do you know what I could do with all of his money?" Allison said as she walked away laughing.

Tabby shook her head back and forth and rolled her eyes. She understood now what Dave was talking about when he mentioned that it was rare to find a person in his life that had a drive and desire to be successful. She imagined most wanted to leach onto him and ride his coat tails. She was not that way and did not want anything from him but his affection and companionship. Now that she knew more about him, she was even more determined to make her own path and avoid being a leach.

Dave headed back to the office and concentrated on working, which would help pass time until Tabby was available. He was sitting in his office chair with his feet up on his desk in his office when his cellphone started ringing. He had inadvertently dozed off and quickly pulled his feet from his desk. He looked at the ringing phone on his desk before picking it up.

"Hello, how was the rest of your day?" He said into the phone microphone.

"It went well. I am glad the day is done though. I am ready to decompress and relax a little. How about your day?"

"I stayed busy at the office, but I must have fallen asleep at my desk. I am starving. Are you hungry?"

She answered enthusiastically, "Yes, I am starving also. Why don't you come over to my place and I will make us something to eat?"

"No. No. No. You have had a long day. Meet me downtown and I will take you to a nice restaurant where we can have a bottle of wine and enjoy a great meal without having to labor over the preparations." He rebutted.

"I have had enough of being around people today and I actually like cooking. It is therapeutic to me. I will text you my address and you can meet me there in an hour." Tabby insisted and hung up the phone before Dave had a chance to reply. He had already paid for two meals and she didn't want to keep using his money for her benefit.

An hour later, Dave showed up at her doorstep. He laughed when Tabby answered the door in her outfit she wore the last time he saw her at the restaurant. She motioned for him to enter and hugged him when he made it inside the door.

"Are you getting ready to go to the restaurant at this hour of the night?" He inquired.

"No. I actually like wearing this dress and bonnet when I cook at home. It reminds me of a much slower time in history and is therapy for me."

He gave her a peck on the lips then said, "It works for me then. Wow. It smells wonderful in here. Something Italian?"

"You have a good nose. Yes, I am making homemade lasagna, my grandmother's recipe."

The two of them sat at her kitchen table. Dave told her more about his life as they ate, intriguing Tabby. When their bellies were full, they moved to the living room to relax. Tabby cuddled up next to Dave on the couch and listened to him as he continued to tell her about his rise to his current status. 

"Why didn't you tell me who you were before?" she inquired.

"You didn't ask before this afternoon." he replied simply. "I don't go about bragging who I am."

"Yes, and it doesn't matter to me at all, but I am surprised you didn't mention it during our talks over the last week. Everyone else at my jobs knew who you were except for me. I felt a little silly that everyone else knew more about my man than I did."

"So, I AM your man?" he asked with a light, inquisitive tone.

"That came out wrong." she said. "What I meant was..."

Dave cut her off mid-sentence. "I know what you meant and I was just kidding. It is nice to hear you say that though. It has a nice ring to it...Tabby's man."

She looked up at him and smiled before curling up in a ball and leaning into him, her head resting on his chest. She could hear his heart beat racing. A few moments later, she realized that her right hand was resting on the inside of his upper thigh. She looked down and could tell that he was enjoying the touch of her hand. She did not intend to arouse him or give him the wrong signal so she pulled her hand away.

Dave put the palm of his hand on her rib cage and held her close while they rested silently. Tabby could feel her eyes getting heavy. She was having troubles keeping her eye lids open so she sat up and looked into his eyes. His brown eyes fixed on her eyes. They stared into each other's eyes a moment before she leaned in and kissed him passionately. He returned the action, giving her chills. There was something special about the way he kissed her and it turned her on. She knew she had to stop before they ended up in her bedroom.

"I am getting tired." She whispered into his ear before continuing, "I think it is time for me to retire to bed. I have class early in the morning. Thank you so much for coming over tonight."

"Would you like some company in bed?" Dave inquired.

"That is sweet of you." she replied. "Not tonight."

"Just to cuddle?"

"Thanks again. Maybe soon, but not tonight." she said, with a sad face.

Dave kissed her one more time then respectfully made his exit, leaving her to go to bed. He did not want to ruin anything by pushing things further than she was willing to go. He drove home and crashed in his own bed with visions of her beautiful body in his mind.

It was two days before they saw each other again. Dave left work Friday and decided to go home and rest for a few hours. Around 11pm, he headed to the pub for a drink and to hopefully spend some time with Tabby after her shift which ended at midnight. Because her shift started around dinner time, she did not stay to close the pub. 

He entered the pub and took a seat at the bar. The place was packed and the Irish band was on the stage once more. He could not help but stare at Tabby in her pigtails, plaid skirt and tight t-shirt. She looked so different in uniform, yet so sexy. 

Tabby brought him a drink with a smile and said, "Welcome. I didn't think you were going to make it up here tonight."

"Thank you for the drink. I went home and crashed for awhile. Perhaps we can spend some time together after your shift."

She smiled, "Absolutely. I would like that."

A man sitting next to Dave at the bar said, "I would like to spend some time with you after your shift too."

Tabby turned toward him and shot him a look. If her eyes were darts, then he would have been dead on the spot. It was at that point that she realized her relationship had gotten to the point that she had to start enforcing rule #1 of bartending: No boyfriends allowed at the bar while she was at work. She knew that they were at a point in the relationship where they were affectionate toward each other and it would effect her tips. Every bartender must appear to be single and flirt like she is single, even if she isn't in order to get good tips from men.

After her shift, Tabby went back to Dave's home. She was in awe of the size of his home, the expensive decorations that most likely cost more than her car and the beautiful landscaping. She felt like she did not belong at first. This was where she wanted to be someday, but she didn't want it handed to her, she wanted to earn it.

Dave poured her a glass of wine as they made their way into his large media room. He grabbed a couple of remote controls off the glass end-table and pressed buttons until the projection tv began playing a movie. He took a seat next to her and kissed her warmly and passionately, sliding his tongue inside her mouth for the first time. She twirled her tongue with his and felt her body reacting to his kisses. Her body moved in close to him. They embraced each other and continued kissing for a few minutes until the movie started. 

Tabby knew she would not be able to stay awake the entire movie. She was warn out, her mind was telling her to go home and go to bed, but her body stayed at rest in his comforting arms. She did her best to focus on the movie.

He had selected a romance movie, hoping it would be of interest to her. He did not particularly care about the movie and it was more of a pretext to allow her to stay awhile. He held her warm, soft body close, happy that she was here with him. 

It didn't take long for her to doze off in his arms. He could hear her rhythmic breathing and looked down to find her eyes closed. He looked at her sweet face, focusing on her high cheek bones and luscious lips. He was drawn to her lips. Before he knew it, his head moving toward her head. He adjusted his body so that he could reach her lips with his own. Softly, he kissed the outside of her lips a few times.

She softly started to kiss back. His warm skin on her mouth had awoken her. She did not open her eyes, focusing on the tactile sensations. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his head, adjusted her body until she was lying down and pulled him on top of her. The movie acted as background noise to which they were no longer interested. 

Dave put his hands in her hair and stroked the back of her head. Tabby arched her back, feeling a cold chill run down her spine. She moaned softly into his mouth, letting him know he was making the right moves.

After a few minutes of heavy kissing, Tabby wanted to jump his bones. She was excited and feeling very horny. The voice in the back of her head continued to tell her to wait. She did her best to ignore the voice but eventually gave into her senses and submersed her urges. She rolled onto her side, sliding him against the couch. This freed her body and allowed her to give him one last kiss before sitting up.

"I have to go before this goes further than I am prepared to go. I am sorry." she explained.

The look on his face told her he was disappointed. She felt bad for him and knew she never should have kissed this long unless she was prepared to go further. "Please stay," he begged.

She looked down and saw that he was aroused. She heard conflicting voices in her head, one telling her to go for it and the other telling her to go home. Instead of choosing one or the other, she compromised and knelt down on the floor. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Dave readjusted and lay on his back, pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He leaned up and pulled her mouth to his face and kissed her deeply.

His kiss was the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. She had to pull away before she stripped all of her own clothes off and climbed on top of him. Sitting back down on the heels of her feet, she pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles, placing them over the far arm of the couch. She heard him gasp when she wrapped her hand around his swollen member and started to slowly stroke him.

The hardness of his dick told her that he was pretty excited. She leaned forward and ever so softly surrounded the head of his dick with her lips. She felt his hips rise slightly off the couch cushion. His hips continued to rise as her mouth moved further down his pole. She could feel the intense heat of his dick in her mouth.

Using her right hand, she started stroking the base of his dick while bobbing her head up and down. His increased breathing and moans let her know it would not take long for him to finish. She wondered how long it had been since he last had female contact. As a change of pace, she used the thick part of her tongue and ran it up and down the under side of his swollen member. She could feel it throbbing on her tongue.

Ready to give him the pleasure she imagined he had been desiring for a few weeks now, she slid her wet lips over his dick one more time, hearing a grown in response. She expertly bobbed her head up and down the length of his hard dick until she felt his body clinch tightly. She prepared for the semen shower and felt his hot juices burst inside the back of her throat.

Her mother had told her a few years back that giving a man a blowjob will hold him off from demanding sex for a little while and is a great way to diffuse the situation when a man is pressing for sex. She found it to be very useful information.

After wiping the excess semen off the side of her mouth, Tabby gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Goodnight". 

The next day at work, Allison was pressing her for answers. Allison could see an extra pep in Tabby's step and continued to pester her until she spilled the beans, per se'. Tabby didn't like to share many details of her sexual life, especially with her co-workers, but she needed to shut her co-worker up.

"Did you finally sleep with him, miss Tabitha?" Allison pressed.

"No." Tabby exclaimed. "I gave him head Ally. That was all. And so you know, I am not going to continue giving you updates from here on out. You will just have to use you imagination."

"That is a start." Allison said with a smirk. "It won't be long...and I will know when you have slept with him, trust me."

Tabby turned away from Allison and walked to the opposite end of the bar. She could feel her face warm up and knew that she was blushing. It embarrassed her to talk about her sexual exploits. She finished the opening preparations and walked to the front of the pub, unlocking the door and turning the "Open" sign on.

Dave did not come into the pub Saturday night. Instead, he sent her a text thanking her for coming over and told her he couldn't wait to spend more time with her soon. At the end of the night, Tabby collected her tips and walked to her car. An envelope was sitting between her driver's side window and the black rubber seal. She grabbed the envelope, unlocked her door and opened it then sat down in the driver's seat. After closing her car door, she opened the envelope and found a coupon inside.

The coupon was one line that read, "One free night of pleasure, date and time of your choosing." Tabby shook her head back and forth as she smiled ear to ear. She could feel herself blushing again. She didn't know why, but the thought of the coupon was turning her on. The pub was packed all night and she needed to unwind a little, so she drove around town for a half hour before arriving at her apartment. She lay down to sleep but could not sleep even though she was tired. Her mind was too active. Thoughts of the night before and envisioning future events drifted through her mind until she finally fell asleep.

At 11am the next morning, she heard her cellphone buzzing. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked at her phone; it was Dave.

"Hello." she said in a sleepy tone.

On the other end, she heard Dave say, "Good morning Tabby. I am sorry I woke you. I didn't know what time you would be getting up. Would you be interested in going out for brunch?"

"Brunch? What is that?" she asked while giggling.

She could hear him giggling on the other end, "You don't know what brunch is? It is breakfast and lunch together for those times when you wake late and it is too late for breakfast, yet too early for lunch."

"Ohhhh! Hmmm." She contemplated out loud. "I don't know. I just woke up and I am a mess. It will take me awhile to get ready."

Completely ignoring her comment, Dave replied, "Sounds good. I will be there in 30 minutes."

Tabby started to say, "Thirty minutes?" in a surprising voice but the line was dead. She couldn't believe he hung up on her like that. Thirty minutes would not be enough time. She tried dialing his number back but it went right to voice mail. She tried again two more times a minute later and both times it went directly to voice mail. She couldn't believe he turned his phone off as well. 

Looking at the clock, she now had 28 minutes so she hurried into the shower to wash and do a quick leg shave then put on panties and searched for clothes to wear. Most of her clothes were on the floor dirty. She had been so busy that she hadn't had a chance to do laundry yet. Today, Sunday, was the day she had planned on washing her clothes.

She had no idea where they were going to eat so she didn't know how to dress. She couldn't get more information from Dave because his phone was off. She said, "To hell with it" and put on a pair of black jogging shorts and a "Black Sabbath" t-shirt, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and did a light makeup session. A horn beeped twice outside her apartment when she was applying eye liner. She pulled the curtain back and looked down at the road. She saw Dave's car parked on the side of the road.

It took her a few seconds to put on socks and sneakers. She heard the horn honk one more time as she was rushing down the stairs toward the front door. She locked her apartment door behind her and hurried to his Mercedes.




Love Takes Time



"You are such a brat." she said as she climbed in the passenger seat.

Dave leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips. He had to pull back as he burst into laughter. "What?" he inquired with a smart tone in is voice.

"Don't what me. Thirty minutes was not enough time and I cannot believe you hung up on me like that and then turned your phone off."

"My phone is off? Crap, I must have held the end button too long and accidentally powered it off." he pleaded innocently as he started to drive away.

"Uh huh. Sure." she said sarcastically. "I didn't even know how to dress because you didn't tell me where we are going to eat and most of my clothes are dirty so this is how you get me." she said running her hands down her body like a model showing off her wears.

"You look great and that outfit is fine. We are going to a greasy spoon."

"In a Mercedes?" she asked with a doubtful tone.

He did not respond. A few minutes later they pulled into a parking garage. Tabby was positive there was no greasy spoon next to a parking garage. Dave climbed out and waited for her at the rear of his vehicle. He took her by hand and lead her out of the parking garage. They walked down the sidewalk a block and turned into an alley way. The alley looked dirty and dingy. Half way down the alley, Dave stopped in front of a door and reached for the handle. There was no sign above the door and no window, just a brick wall surrounding the door. When he opened the door, she peaked inside. It certainly looked like a restaurant inside. There were chairs and tables set up on top of a black and white checkered tile floor. The lighting was dim and the place looked empty.

They stepped inside the door and were greeted by an old, wiry man with a gray beard and thinning gray hair. The man escorted them to a table and asked them what they would like to drink. After taking their drink orders, he disappeared into the darkness. 

"What is this place?" she asked.

Dave smiled a few seconds then said, "A secret restaurant that only locals know about. They are only open for breakfast, but I called and asked Harry if he would keep it open a little longer today for us. Harry has known me since my college days so we go back a long way. I eat her once or twice a week and have for many years."

When they finished eating breakfast, Dave handed Harry a fifty dollar bill and thanked him for staying late. Harry accepted the money and disappeared into the darkness once again. Tabby watched Dave stand up and follow Harry into the darkness. She didn't know if she was supposed to follow or stay where she was. She looked curiously into the darkness while staying in her seat.

A few minutes later, Harry walked past her and exited out the side door saying, "Have a great day."

Tabby heard an old love song coming from the darkness, then she saw a disco ball light up above her. A moment later, she saw Dave pushing a few of the tables to the side wall, clearing a space on the floor. Was this really happening, Tabby wondered to herself. 

Dave walked up to her and extended his hand, "May I have this dance?" he asked.

Tabby's cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. She took him by the hand and stood up. He put one hand on the center of her back and took her by the other hand. The slow danced to a song that was popular long before her time. She had heard it a time or two before, but did not know the name of the song. 

"Why are you doing all of this?" she asked with a chocked up voice as tears started to drip down her cheek.

"Because you are my princess and every princess deserves a special dance." Dave replied.

His answer made her laugh. "You are so romantic and so funny at the same time. One moment I want to kick your ass for calling me too early and not giving me enough time to get ready; the next moment I want to hug you and kiss you and fall in love with you."

"You can do both if you would like." Dave said as he pulled her close until their bodies were pressed against each other.

Tabby felt like his body was totally surrounding and engulfing her. She closed her eyes and felt their bodies swaying in circles until the song stopped. She could hear the crackling white noise of the record until a second song began playing. They continued to dance around the floor then he nudged her away from his body, creating separation only to twirl her back into his arms. 

She was falling in love, no matter how much she tried to fight the feelings. She didn't have a problem with being in love or a problem with Dave, but this was all happening so fast. She felt like she was in a whirlwind and being swept off her feet. Her heart was beating wildly, her mind in a haze of fog. Tears started to drip down the side of her eyes one more time.

Just as she was about to lose all control of her emotions, she felt herself falling backwards. She opened her eyes wide as Dave dipped her. She could not help but laugh. Her emotions were jumping back and forth so quickly. A second later, he raised her body up to a standing position and spun her into his arms. She stood just an inch away from his body, staring deep into his brown eyes. A feeling of deep passion set in. She leaned forward and kissed him hard. She was transferring all of the passion she was feeling into her kiss.

Dave wrapped both his arms around her waist and held her tight against his body. He could feel her soft chest pressed up against him as he kissed her over and over. His hands slid down a few inches, then a few more inches, then a few more inches until they were cupping her ass cheeks. He was surprised she let him get that far, but he wasn't complaining. He felt that perhaps he may be finally breaking down her walls.

Tabby could feel a twinge between her legs that yearned for attention. She was feeling randy, her body was beginning to sweat. She pulled away from his kiss and gasp for breath then said, "Let's get out of here."

Dave turned off the record player and lights, locked the door behind them and escorted her to the car. She was practically running to the car and he was following a few steps behind, trying to keep up. They drove to Tabby's apartment and went inside. Tabby dragged Dave into her bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at her as she spread his legs and positioned herself on top of him. 

She kissed the side of his neck and whispered, "lick me" into his ear. Dave didn't have to be asked twice. He rolled her over onto her back and removed her jogging shorts and bikini bottoms in one svelte swoop. 

He froze a moment, admiring her beautiful, naked hips and legs. It was evident she tanned with a bikini, based off the tan lines. He followed the lighter colored skin on her hips, past her thin strip of trimmed hair, down between her legs. Her legs spread as she moved her heals up toward her ass cheeks. 

Dave leaned in and took a quick sniff of her aroma before breathing hard onto her bare vagina. His warm breath made her body shiver briefly. This was a moment he had been thinking about for the past couple of weeks. He didn't want to rush so he put his hands on her inner thighs and positioned his mouth just an inch from her labia. He extended his tongue and ran it up the length of her slit, being rewarded with a long, soft moan.

Tabby dug her fingers into the bed and grabbing a handful of the sheets. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his lips kissed around her labia, which were pulling back, exposing her inner labia. Using his thumbs, Dave softly began to massage her inner thighs. Her legs began twitching as wonderful sensations ran through her body. 

His tongue began lapping the insides of her vagina, slightly touching her clitoris hood with each stroke. He could taste her sweet juices begin to flow. Her hood started to retract, exposing her very sensitive clit. One more lick and the tip of his tongue connected with her clit. 

"Oh shit!" Tabby exclaimed as her body jolted off the bed, into the air.

Dave pulled her hips back to the bed with his forearms that were now wrapped over her thighs. He buried his tongue inside her inner walls, lapping at her juices and sending pleasures through her lower body. 

All of the excitement she had been holding inside for weeks was fighting to be released. She had been horny for days, but neglected to play with herself, not wanting to cheapen the initial experience with him. It had been almost a year since she had last had sexual contact. She was now remembering just how good it felt to receive joy from a man. 

Her hips were straining to leave the bed, wanting to move in rhythm with his tongue and grind his face, but his strong arms held them to the bed. Over and over, his tongue manipulated her inner vagina and clit. She didn't know how much longer she could last, her chest felt like it was going to explode through her skin.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! You are making me...feel soooooo...good." She exclaimed between moans and gasping for air. "Faster, faster...FASTER!" she exclaimed as her hips finally pushed up into the air, lifting Dave's entire upper body along with her.

Her feet dug into the bed, propping her hips up in the air. Dave's arms slid off of her hips, then moved under her, holding her ass cheeks into the air. Arching up like a seal and squeezing her ass cheeks firmly, Dave alternated between kissing and sucking on her sensitive clit until he could tell she was on the edge of an orgasm.

Ready to give her all the joy she requested, he lapped up and down her spread slit twice then sucked her clit inside his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. Tabby's body began to spasm as she released a loud moan that the neighbors three doors down were sure to hear. 

Removing his hands that were propping up her hips, Dave allowed her body to collapse onto the bed when she started coming down from the orgasm. Her heavy panting and moans made him very aroused. 

When Dave slid up her slick, sweaty body, Tabby kissed him passionately. She felt his clothed hips press against her groin. "No sex yet." she said.

Dave groaned in his own mind. He was horny and wanted to feel her from the inside, but he would have to wait. He rolled onto his side next to her and held her close. She smiled at him and said, "Thank you for understanding. We will get there, I promise, just not yet."

"Just to make it official, can I call you my girlfriend now?"

The smile on her face grew ear to ear. He could see her eyes light up. "Yes. I would very much like that."