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Brown Eyes Ch. 02

By: KarennaC



The sun streaming through the hotel room window woke me. Damn it. I'd only been sleeping for five hours. But being up till almost three in the morning had been worth it. It had given me time to spend with Javier.

Javier. I replayed the previous night in my mind, trying to relive every detail, from our first meeting, to our first kiss, to his fingering me in the bar parking lot. And our fucking in the bed I now lay in alone, though it had been cut short by the return of my roommate. Javier had said he wanted to see me again. I hoped that was true; I wanted us to have a chance to finish what we'd been doing before Allen returned.

But I doubted it would happen. What could Javier possibly see in me? "Beautiful" wasn't a word usually used to describe a man, but it was an apt description for him. His smooth brown skin, muscular build, deep brown eyes... Just the memory got to me. And this man had spent the entire party with me; shy, okay-looking me. It was like something out of a dream, or a fairy tale. I'd been Cinderella the night before in my short, sexy dress, and he'd completed the picture by playing my handsome prince. Surely it would just be a one-night thing. Fairy tales always ended after the prince showed up. 

I turned over and looked over at the other bed where Allen, the guy whose room I'd crashed in for the night, had slept. His eyes were open. "Good morning," he said. "I take it you had a good night?"

"Yeah, until someone interrupted it," I teased.

"I told you and Javier I'd leave you alone for a while longer."

"It's okay. It's your room, and I really appreciate you letting me stay." I sat up and stretched. "Are you sure you don't want me to chip in for the room?"

"Yeah, it's fine. It didn't cost that much. Are you going to breakfast with the others?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah, if they ever wake up. I think they said around ten, right?"

"I don't know. But if it's not till ten, it's going to be a while. It's just after eight."

"Good, because I need a shower." He got out of bed and took some clothes out of his overnight bag. "I have first dibs."

"Sure," I said. "It's your room."

He shut himself in the bathroom. I got up. My little black, sparkly dress was on top of my bag, proving that I hadn't completely dreamed the night before. I carefully tucked it into the side pocket of the bag and took out the clean shorts and T-shirt I'd packed, then sat on my bed to wait for Allen to get out of the shower.

The rose Javier had given me was on my nightstand. It had faded overnight; the small vial of water it was in was empty. Hopefully I could put more water in it and make the rose last until I got home. I planned on keeping that rose as long as possible. It would be a reminder of one of the best nights I'd had in my life.

Allen was out of the shower quickly. "Nice flower," he said.

"Thanks. Javier gave it to me."

"I figured. When are you going to see him again?"

"I don't know."

"Guess you should call him and find out."

I would have, if I'd thought to get his phone number. Damn it, how could I have been so stupid? Then again, he hadn't asked for mine either. "I'll see him in the chat room," I said. "Right now, I need a shower."

I went into the bathroom and turned on the water as hot as I could stand. While I washed, I imagined Javier's hands on me, his fingers penetrating me as they'd done the night before. I slipped my own fingers where I wished his were, but didn't feel like I could take the time to make myself come. I was afraid Allen would wonder what was taking me so long.

I finished showering and got dressed. Allen was sitting on his bed watching TV when I came out of the bathroom. "Deirdre called a few minutes ago," he said. "Most people are getting ready to go to breakfast. They're just trying to figure out where."

"Maybe next time, they'll pick a hotel with a restaurant," I said.

"I think everyone likes this hotel."

True. It was where people stayed after almost all of the chat room meet and greets. But it was a nuisance trying to find somewhere to eat when there was no restaurant anywhere nearby, especially when one wasn't familiar with the area.

A little while later, a caravan of cars left the hotel and headed into the nearby city to find a place to eat. We ended up at a chain restaurant, where we were told we'd have to wait while they set up an area big enough to hold the twenty or so of us who'd decided to go out for breakfast. We took over the small waiting area. "Girl, how did things end up with Truetouch last night?" Deirdre asked me. 

"Good, I think," I replied. "He said something about seeing me again, but I didn't even get his phone number, or think to give him mine, so..."

"So you'll see him in chat and give him your IM or something," Deirdre said. "He really seemed to be into you. I know you'll see him again."

"I hope you're right." I felt a goofy smile take over my face. "He's so nice. And so hot! I can't believe he was interested in me."

"Don't start," another friend of mine warned. "You need to give up this putting yourself down bullshit. Don't you deserve someone like him?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Yeah, you do," Deirdre said firmly. "You two were so cute together last night. And what happened after you left the afterparty, hmm?"

I laughed. "Coitus interruptus."

"Oh, you're kidding!" the other woman said. "That stinks. Allen couldn't stay away, huh?"

"It wasn't his fault. It was his room; he had every right to be there."

"I was joking, Adrienne."

After an hour, we were finally seated. It took another half hour for our orders to be taken, and when the food finally came, there were several errors. We entertained ourselves by grumbling about the poor service and making fun of the manager who kept literally running in and out of the room, trying to correct mistakes and keep us happy. And flirting with Deirdre. 

When we finished eating, I followed someone to the highway and headed home. It was a two and a half hour drive, plenty of time to replay the night with Javier over and over again. It surprised me how happy I felt thinking about him. Despite insisting to myself that last night had been a one-time thing, I found my mind wandering to thoughts of seeing him again, of where things might go with him. 

Yeah, right. I shut my mind off. Things wouldn't go anywhere with Javier, just like they hadn't gone anywhere with any of the guys I'd had dates with. Some of those guys had become good friends, but nothing more; others had pretty much disappeared from my life. The chat site definitely wasn't a place to look for long-term relationships, and since Javier belonged to it, he almost certainly wasn't looking for a relationship. Or for anything ongoing. Added to that was the distance; he'd said he lived about an hour from the meet and greet, and I lived two and a half hours in the other direction. Even if we wanted to see each other again, it would be almost impossible.

That was better. Give myself reasons to think nothing good would happen, just like I always did. Why did I do this to myself? The previous night with Javier had been wonderful; even if we didn't see each other again, I'd have the memory of that night. And that memory made me feel good. "There's no need to make yourself feel like shit," I said out loud. "Enough other people have done that to you over the years. Let yourself enjoy what happened last night. Relax and see what comes next."

I turned up my car radio and spent the rest of the drive singing along with songs I only half knew. My voice wasn't the greatest and I had to fudge a lot of the lyrics, but at least it kept me from going down the negativity path.

I finally arrived home. I put the rose, still alive but wilted, in a vase and turned on my computer. I hadn't been kidding the night before when I'd told Javier I spent way too much time in the chat room. Some days it seemed like all I did was chat and eat. Since it was summer, I wasn't working much; after leaving my ex-husband seven months earlier, I'd gotten a job as a teacher's aide at a local high school, but of course that job didn't continue through the summer. I was spending a few weeks teaching younger children with multiple disabilities, but that job was only twenty hours a week. Fortunately, I didn't have many expenses. I was managing, barely, to keep my bills paid and have extra money for fun. But without a full-time job to keep me busy, and with my only friends being the people in the chat room, I spent most of my waking hours there.

I checked my email, then went into chat. I hadn't even had a chance to type my usual "Hello, everyone" when I saw "(((((OutofCuriosity)))))." 

I smiled when I saw the handle of the typist. "(((((Truetouch)))))," I replied. 

"How was your trip home?" he typed.

"Long," I replied. "I just got here."

"You would have been there sooner if they hadn't screwed up at the restaurant," typed Deirdre, who was also in the room.

"Yeah, let's not eat there again," I responded.

I said hi to the others who greeted me, and joined in the chatter about the previous night's party, but my attention was mainly on Javier. And his seemed to be primarily on me. "Did you enjoy last night?" he asked.

"Very much," I replied. 

"What made it so enjoyable?"

"You know."

"Tell me."

"Yeah, Curiosity, tell us," someone else typed. "We want to hear all about it."

"Some things are private," I replied. 

"But what made it so enjoyable?" Javier repeated.

I laughed as I typed, "Some sexy man who spent all night by my side."

"Oh, really?" Javier responded. "Anyone I know?"

"That's a possibility."

"Ah, so it's someone who bought you a rose and went to the parking lot with you?"

I couldn't believe he'd typed that. Some of the partiers must have seen us leave the bar for the parking lot, but that didn't mean I wanted everyone to know. "Yeah," I typed.

"Ooh, the parking lot?" another friend typed. "And what happened there?"

Would Javier tell them what had really happened? My face flushed as I remembered leaning against his car, his fingers in my pussy. That was a memory I didn't want to share with anyone but Javier. "We got Truetouch's jacket," I typed quickly. 

"Uh huh," Javier typed. "And someone got something else."

"Truetouch, what'd you give her?" Deirdre asked. 

No way. He couldn't tell her. The entire room would see! Fortunately, all he said was, "Something she really liked."

Javier left the chat room a few minutes later. It wasn't until after he was gone that I realized I'd forgotten to ask for his IM name. And he hadn't asked for mine. Right. We'd see each other again. In the chat room only, it seemed.

I stayed in chat a while longer, watching the talk about the party and enjoying the compliments I got on my dress and my "date". Finally, though, I decided it was time to be productive. I left the computer and went to unpack from the weekend, then did some housework. That night, I returned to the chat room for a while, but to my disappointment, Javier wasn't there.

The next morning, I made the commute to my summer job with thoughts of Javier floating through my mind. What was it about him that made me think about him so much? It was like we'd formed an instant connection at the party; I'd definitely never been that attracted to someone on first sight before. And despite all my negative thoughts, I was sure I would see him again. If I felt such a strong attraction to him, he must have felt some kind of attraction to me, even if I couldn't understand why.

After work, I went home and immediately into the chat room. "(((((Curiosity)))))" was the first thing I saw. 

A huge smile came to my face. "(((((Truetouch)))))," I typed. "Not working today?"

"Gave myself the day off," he said. "You?"

"Just got home from work."

"What do you do?"

"Special education. Right now, life skills class for 6-8 year olds."

I waited a moment, but Javier didn't reply. Then he typed again, "Curiosity, what do you do?"

He must have missed my answer. Not surprising; there were a lot of people in the chat room. Which gave me an idea. "Truetouch, I teach special ed," I typed. "You must not have seen my answer. Maybe we should talk on IM; less distracting."

I held my breath. For me, just asking for someone's IM was being forward. What if he didn't want to give it to me? He didn't answer for several seconds, and I was torn between thinking he didn't want to give me the information and thinking he'd missed my post. But then I saw, "Curiosity, good idea. Same name as here, with an "s" on the end."

"Truetouch, got it," I typed.

I opened my instant messenger service and added him. He accepted the addition almost immediately, and before I had a chance to type anything an IM window popped up. "Much easier to talk here," Javier typed.

"Yes, easier to keep track." I hesitated, not sure what to say next. "I had a good time Saturday."

"As did I."

It might have been easier to keep track of what each other was saying on IM than in the chat room, but it was much harder to think of anything to say. Finally I typed, "Thank you again for the rose."

"You're welcome. Do you still have it?"

"Yeah, it's on the stand in my front hall."

"Good."

"Yeah."

"Uh huh."

Great. This conversation wasn't going too far. At the party, when we hadn't been kissing, Javier had done much of the talking. Or we'd been around other people who were talking to us. Now, in a one on one conversation, I was at a complete loss as to what to say, and Javier wasn't helping. After a minute, he typed, "Are you there?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"You aren't talking."

"I can't think of anything to say."

"I make you tongue-tied, huh?"

I had to laugh at that. "Not tongue," I answered. "Typing fingers. You make me typing-finger-tied."

"LOL," he said.

"LOL."

After that, the conversation went more smoothly. We talked about our jobs; Javier was a clinical social worker and substance abuse counselor. We talked about mutual friends from the chat room, and I found out we'd both attended another party a few months earlier, at a hotel not far from the bar where Saturday's party had been. When he mentioned that party, I remembered seeing him there, though of course we hadn't spoken then. "We could have met sooner," I said.

"Yes, but at least we've met now," Javier typed. "Which reminds me. Are you free every weekend?"

"Yes, I am," I said. 

"No kids?"

"No. My marriage broke up before we had any."

"Then what would you think about coming to visit me next weekend? I'd like to see you again, and I'm free as well."

"No kids?" I asked.

"I don't have any. So I'll see you next weekend?"

I hadn't said that. I hadn't given him any answer. But I did want to see him; I was surprised by how much. "Yes, I'd like that," I typed.

"Good."

"Where do you live?"

He typed an address. "Do you have GPS?"

"No, but I can look on one of the map sites. That's how I find my way to the bar for the parties."

"Okay. And here's my cell number." He typed it. "What's yours?"

I gave it to him. "You know, I wasn't sure I'd get to see you again," I said.

"I told you we'd get together again. Didn't you believe me?"

"I wasn't sure," I admitted. 

"When I say something, believe it. Why wouldn't I see you again?"

"I don't know."

"You were thinking badly about yourself again, weren't you? You didn't think I'd want to see you?"

"I guess."

"You need to stop thinking that way. I have to go get some paperwork done for tomorrow, but I'll talk to you tomorrow night."

"Okay." Did he really have something to do, or was he cutting the conversation short because I'd gotten on his nerves?

"Sleep with the angels," he typed. "Adios."

"You too. Bye."

He signed out. I scrolled back and reread the entire conversation. Only four more days, and I'd get to see him again. Maybe five, if I went on Saturday. He hadn't specified, but we'd have plenty of time to sort that out if we talked the next night. No, not if. When.

* * *

Tuesday night, Javier IMed me and we chatted for a couple hours about ourselves, getting to know each other better. He'd grown up in Brooklyn, New York. He had been a male model, a Marine, and a New York City police officer before moving to Massachusetts and becoming a social worker. Compared to him, I felt like I'd had no life at all. Yet another reason to wonder why he was interested in me.

Being me, I forgot to ask Javier on Tuesday whether he wanted me to go to his place on Friday or Saturday. I didn't hear from him at all on Wednesday, and started worrying that we wouldn't get together after all. I told myself to shut up about that, though. Javier had told me to believe what he said. He said we were going to see each other that weekend, so I tried to believe it.

It was too easy for me to think the worst, though. I'd had years of practice in it. Years of put-downs and name-calling from my grandmother, who took care of me when I was young while my parents worked, and who I had to see occasionally as I got older because she lived a block away from me, and years of the same treatment from my peers, had taken a toll on my self-esteem. Add to that some incidents of sexual abuse, a rape in college, and an abusive marriage. I'd spent most of my life with my opinion of myself somewhere in the sewer.

In the past couple of years, I'd worked hard on changing that. Shortly after I left my husband, I'd made a friend who had helped me come to terms with a lot of the events in my past. I'd spent hours talking to him about what had happened to me, and he'd helped me find new ways to think. He had pretty much abandoned me when I'd joined the chat group and started meeting new people; he couldn't understand why I wanted to know "people like that". By then, though, I was stronger than I'd been any other time in my life. No one had caused me to question myself in a long time. Until I met Javier.

With no one to talk to on instant messenger, I went into the chat room. "OutofCuriosity, have you heard from Truetouch?" my friend Hannah asked.

"Yes, I talked to him last night," I replied. "Why?"

"Some of us are going bowling Saturday night. You guys should come. It's going to be fun."

Bowling? Somehow that didn't sound like something Javier would be interested in. I wouldn't have minded it, but I didn't want to commit myself to anything without talking to Javier first. "I'll ask him next time I hear from him," I typed.

"Okay. Just let me know and I'll give you directions."

I hung out in the chat room for a while longer, reading the conversations that were still going on about the party and watching people talk about the bowling proposition. It did sound like fun, and I always enjoyed seeing my friends, but it was up to Javier. 

I stayed up later than I usually would have on a weeknight, hoping that I'd hear from Javier. At ten o'clock, I finally gave up and went to bed. Hopefully I'd hear from him the following day.

Thursday night, an unfamiliar number showed up on my cell. It took a minute for me to realize it was Javier's. I answered just before my voice mail would have kicked in. "Hello?"

"Hello."

Just the sound of his voice made me feel warm inside. "How are you?" I asked.

"Good, thank you. And you?"

Small talk. I'd never been much good at it, though since joining the chat room I'd improved. I wasn't much good at talking on the phone either, though. I had trouble following a conversation without visual input. I just hoped I'd be able to hear Javier; I always felt like an idiot when I had to ask someone to constantly repeat himself. "I'm good, thanks," I said. "My work week's over."

"Special education is a hard job."

"Yes. So is social work, I'd think."

"It is. Speaking of which, that's why I didn't call and wasn't online yesterday. I have a substance abuse group on Wednesday nights. I should have thought to tell you that Tuesday."


Brown Eyes Ch. 02



"That's okay. I don't expect to hear from you every day."

"That's good, because there are days I won't be able to talk to you. But I wanted to make sure to talk to you tonight. We should plan our weekend."

"Yeah, we should. Um, when do you want me to come down?"

"When do you want to?"

I hesitated. Bowling was Saturday. I wanted to go to Javier's Friday, but that would mean I'd be there for two nights, which he might not want. I wasn't sure I dared to bring up bowling, either; I didn't know how he'd react. But finally I said, "Hannah said she and some others are going bowling Saturday night. She invited us to go with them."

"Us?"

From just one word, I couldn't tell his reaction for sure. But I didn't think he was happy that I'd said that. "I mean, everyone saw you and me together at the party, and they saw us flirting in chat the other day," I said quickly. "So I guess she figured we'd be seeing each other again or something. Or maybe she wasn't thinking we'd go together at all, but she asked me to tell you about it because she figured I'd be talking to you."

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I don't know. What makes you think I'm nervous?"

"Because you're talking so fast I can barely understand you. Do you want to go bowling?"

"I'd kind of like to, yeah, but it's okay if we don't."

"I asked if you wanted to."

He wasn't going to make this easy for me, apparently. "Yes, I want to."

"Okay, then we'll go. Was that so hard?"

He had no idea. "I guess not. So I'll come down Saturday, then."

"Good idea. Find out what time they're going bowling, and get here a few hours before that. We could meet there, but it might be nice to drive together, since you'd be coming here afterward anyway. Have you gotten directions to my apartment yet?"

"No, but I'll look it up tonight," I said.

"Good idea."

I yawned. "Sorry," I said.

"Am I boring you?" Javier teased.

"No, not at all! I was just up too late last night."

"That's too bad. If you were bored, I would have suggested that we change the subject and talk about something more interesting."

"Such as?"

"Such as how much I'm looking forward to touching you again. Tasting you."

"I liked the way you tasted me Saturday," I said.

"You did, huh? You liked it when I put your fingers into your pussy and then licked them clean?"

I felt wetness between my legs. His voice had been enough to make me horny; now his words added to it. "Yes, I liked that," I said. 

"And do you want me to do that again this weekend?"

"Yes."

"What else do you want me to do? What do you want to do to me?"

"I don't know." I did know, but I couldn't say it. I wasn't sure what words to use.

"Yes, you do. Tell me, Adrienne. Tell me what you want."

I tried to stall by repeating what had already been said. "I want you to finger me. I want to see you lick your fingers clean." I hesitated, unsure what to say next. 

"Do you want to feel my cock in your mouth?" Javier asked.

"Yes," I said. "I want to suck you until you come."

"And then what would you do?"

I knew what I wanted to say. I had a fantasy of making a man come in my mouth, then making him hard again so I could fuck him. But the thought of saying that to Javier made me so nervous I started to laugh. "I don't know," I managed between giggles.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing. I just..." I took a deep breath to try to stop the giggle fit. "I can't say. I can't say what you want me to."

"It isn't what I want you to say, carina. It's what you want. After I come in your mouth, what will you do? How are you feeling right now?"

"Horny," I said without thinking.

"Good. So am I. Do you have a cam?"

"Yes." I'd bought myself a webcam a few months earlier, but I'd only used it a handful of times. I hadn't liked the way I'd felt about myself after camming with a man I'd only known online, so I'd put the cam away. "But it isn't connected."

"Connect it and turn on your IM. I want to see you, and I want you to see how hard you've made me."

"I've made you hard?"

"You sound surprised. How do you think I'd react to your saying you want to suck my cock? Turn on your cam, Adrienne."

"All right, but I'll have to put the phone down for a few minutes."

"That's okay. We can hang up and talk on IM instead."

That would be easier. I wouldn't have to concentrate on hearing him. "Okay. See you online in a minute."

"See you then. Make sure you turn on your cam."

We hung up. I found my cam at the back of the bookshelf where I'd hidden it and took it to my computer. Did I really want to do this? The man I'd cammed with before had apparently been disappointed by what he'd seen; I'd only heard from him once since, and that had been a brief, "I won't be online much for a while" message. What if Javier didn't like what he saw? 

How stupid could I get? He'd already seen me naked! If he'd liked what he saw enough on Saturday that he wanted to see me again, of course he wouldn't be bothered by what I looked like on cam. My body wasn't perfect, but Javier hadn't seemed to mind. I connected the cam and turned it on, then spent a few minutes trying to adjust it so I looked good on it. Or at least tolerable. I didn't like the angle it was at, but my desk was too small for me to be able to get a good angle. Finally I gave up and opened my instant messenger. Javier was already on. "Where's your cam?" he typed.

"Hang on." I clicked the button to let him view my cam. "There you go."

"Good." 

A message appeared that his cam was available. I clicked it and a window opened, showing Javier sitting on his couch, shirtless. I stared, taking in the sight of his muscular chest, his brown skin. His deep eyes, the eyes that had been the first thing I'd noticed about him. They weren't as intense on cam as in person, but I still felt like he could see straight into me. "Hello," I typed.

"Hello. You should move your cam a bit. I can only see your face."

"There isn't anywhere for me to move it. My desk is too small."

"Can you sit somewhere else? Are you on a laptop or a desktop?"

"Laptop." In my divorce, my ex had gotten custody of the desktop. 

"Then take it to your couch and set up the cam there. I want to see all of you, Adrienne." 

I didn't want to go through the hassle of moving across the room, but I wanted to make Javier happy. After a minute or so of struggling with wires and trying to keep my laptop antenna from disconnecting, I managed to get myself situated on the couch. I set my cam on the coffee table and spent another minute adjusting it, until I felt the picture it showed looked all right. I settled back with my laptop on my lap and typed, "Is that better?"

"Yes. Now take off your shirt."

He believed in getting right to the point. I hesitated for a moment, then did as he said. Since I'd already changed into the shorts and T-shirt I wore to bed, I had nothing on under my shirt. "Beautiful," Javier typed.

"Thank you," I replied. "Now we're even. Both have our shirts off."

"Yes. But we aren't even for long." 

Javier stood and pushed down his lounge pants. His long cock was hard against him. "I wish I could touch it," I typed. My face flushed; when I'd cammed before, I'd never dared say anything like that. 

He bent to his keyboard and typed, "I wish you could as well. I'll have to pretend you are."

He wrapped his hand around his cock. The sight made me even wetter. As though on its own, my hand moved to my crotch and I rubbed myself through my shorts. Javier stopped stroking himself and typed, "If we're going to be even, you need to take off your shorts."

This time, I didn't feel at all hesitant. I wanted him to see me. Camming wasn't as good as being with him in person, but it was the next best thing. Seeing how aroused he was made me feel as aroused as I'd been the night I'd met him. I set my laptop on the coffee table beside the cam, stood, and stripped off my shorts and panties in one move. The cam was now aimed directly at my pussy. I bent and typed, "Is that better?"

"Much better. Touch yourself for me."

I slipped my fingers into my folds. It embarrassed me to have Javier watch this, but I was so horny I needed to touch myself. "I'm closing my eyes," I typed with one hand.

"Why?"

"I don't want to see you watch me."

"Don't be embarrassed. Doesn't it turn you on to know I'm watching you pleasure yourself?"

When I thought about it, I had to admit it did. Just like it had turned me on when he'd fingered me in the parking lot at the bar, and in the hotel hallway. I'd never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the idea of being seen brought more moisture to my pussy. "I guess," I typed.

"Don't guess. You know it does. Don't be ashamed. If you close your eyes, you won't see this."

He started stroking his cock again, running his hand up and down his shaft, fondling his balls. Putting on a show for me. I couldn't help myself; as I watched, I thrust two fingers inside myself, moving them in and out as I wished Javier's cock was doing. On my computer screen, Javier gripped himself more tightly, squeezing and stroking. After a minute, I stopped finger-fucking myself and rubbed my clit instead, eyes glued to Javier's image on the computer. I was so aroused, it took only a few moments to bring myself to orgasm. I collapsed backward onto the couch as I came, moaning and crying Javier's name even though he couldn't hear me.

After I caught my breath, I looked at my computer. Javier was sitting again and had typed, "Are you all right?"

"I'm great," I replied.

"Did you cum?" he asked.

"Yes, hard."

"Good."

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"No. I'm saving that for your mouth on Saturday."

"You are?"

"Yes. Are you still embarrassed about camming for me?"

"A little. But not as much."

"Good. It was beautiful. I enjoyed watching. I look forward to seeing it in person."

"You want me to do that for you when I'm there?"

"Yes. I want to watch you play with yourself in my bed."

There was no way I could do that. On cam was one thing; I was embarrassed about it, but at least he wasn't in the same room watching me. Lying on his bed with him beside me watching me... The idea made me blush, but also made me wet again. "We'll see," I typed.

"Yes, we will. You should go to bed now; you said you were tired."

"Yeah, I am." Though I didn't want to stop talking to him. Didn't want to stop looking at his face, at his beautiful brown eyes. 

"Then get some sleep, doll," he typed. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"All right. Good night."

"Good night, doll. Sleep with the angels."

"Sleep with the angels," I replied.

His cam shut off, and he signed out of instant messenger. I sat for a few seconds, staring at my computer. I couldn't believe what I'd just done with Javier. I couldn't believe how turned-on I still was, just from thinking about it. After a moment, I put my shorts and T-shirt back on, shut down my laptop, and went up to bed. Two more days and I'd see Javier again in person. I was pretty sure I could wait that long.



Brown Eyes Ch. 03



Saturday morning, I woke up earlier than I'd planned. I tried to get back to sleep, but my mind was too occupied with thoughts of what I needed to do to get ready for my trip to Javier's. And of what might happen when I got there.

I got up and spent some time doing housework before I settled in at my computer with a cup of coffee. I would wait to shower and shave until just before I left; that way I'd be fresh and clean. Mostly clean, anyway, since the drive would take over three hours. But it would be worth it to see Javier again. It had only been a week since the night we'd met at a party thrown by some friends from an adult chat site we belonged to, but it felt like longer than that since I'd seen him. And it felt like I'd known him far longer.

Once my computer started up, I went to a driving directions site to find out how to get to Javier's. Given my history of getting lost every time I left the state I lived in, I figured I'd better have very good directions. I wasn't too worried about finding his apartment building once I got to the western Massachusetts city where he lived; I'd be able to call him for directions then. It was just a matter of finding my way to that city.

I compared two map sites and chose the directions that seemed most logical to me. The ones that didn't say it would take me four hours to make a trip that by my math should take only three. The other directions were slightly more encouraging, giving me a three and a half hour travel time, which I knew I could cut shorter. The directions were straightforward; even I should be able to get to Javier's with no problem.

I printed the directions, then went to the chat room. There wasn't much point in doing anything else; my mind was racing far too fast to concentrate. In just a few hours, I'd see Javier again. Feel his arms around me again. The night we'd met had been completely intense; our connection had been immediate and strong, and I'd said and done things I'd never imagined saying or doing. I'd come home the day after the party amazed that Javier had even been interested in me. But for whatever reason, he had been, and we'd spoken off and on all week. And he'd invited me to visit him.

In the chat room, several people were discussing that night's proposed bowling trip. My friend Hannah had organized it, and Javier and I were planning to go. "(((Curiosity)))," Hannah typed as soon as I got into the room. "Are you and Truetouch coming tonight?"

"We'll be there," I replied.

"Good, I can't wait to see you guys!"

"Are Curiosity and Truetouch a couple?" someone typed.

"I think they are," typed my friend Deirdre, who was also in the room. She was one of many who'd seen Javier and me at the party the week before.

"No, we're not," I typed. "Just going on a date tonight."

"Hey, Curiosity?" another friend typed.

"What?"

"Told ya so."

I laughed. The week before, in the several days leading up to the party, I'd said repeatedly that I was just going to see friends and have fun, and that I wouldn't meet any guys. Not any that would be interested in me, anyway. Past experience had given me good reason to think that, but Javier had proven me wrong. Some of my friends had told me before the party that they were sure I would meet someone, and now apparently they had to remind me that they'd been right. "Yes, you told me," I typed.

"Curiosity, bowling starts at eight," Hannah typed. "Some of us are meeting at my house and driving over together, because most people know where I live and the bowling alley's a little harder to find. You and Truetouch can meet us here if you want."

"Thanks, I'll tell him. I've never been to your house, though. Has he?"

"No, he hasn't. I have his IM. I'll send him my address so you guys can find the place."

"Okay."

As if on cue, an instant message from Javier popped up. "Good morning, Adrienne."

"Good morning," I replied.

"Are you ready for your trip?"

"Yes. I'm in the chat room right now; Hannah just said bowling starts at eight and people are meeting at her house first."

"Yes, she just IMed me to tell me that. I'll look up how to get to her house after I'm done talking to you. You should shoot for getting to my house around five, then. We'll have to leave before seven to get to Hannah's, and I want to have some time with you before we go."

"I want that too," I typed.

"Are you going to wear that dress you had on last week?"

"Hardly. I don't think that would be good for bowling."

"You wouldn't want to bend over in it?"

"I don't think anyone else would want me to."

"Stop that. You're putting yourself down again. I don't like that."

"Sorry." It was second nature for me to insult myself. I'd done it all my life, echoing the insults I'd gotten from other people. But if it bothered Javier that much, I would try not to do it, at least when I was talking to him. 

"It's okay. Just don't say things like that."

"I did look good in that dress," I typed, trying to counteract the put-down. I still wasn't sure I really had looked good in the black spaghetti-strap minidress I'd worn to the party, but obviously I'd looked good enough to attract Javier's attention. Which was saying something, given how gorgeous he was.

"Yes, you did. You looked incredible in it. And out of it."

I blushed, thankful that he couldn't see my reaction. "Thank you," I typed.

"You're welcome. But you don't think you should wear it bowling, huh?"

"No, I think I'll stick with shorts, thanks."

My name flowing past in the chat room text caught my eye, and I went back to that window to see who was saying what. I smiled when I saw Towguy7's handle. I'd met him the night I'd met Javier, at exactly the same moment in fact, and I'd liked him instantly. The male half of one of the couples that belonged to the chat group, he was humorous and friendly, and had provided a calm counterpoint to the nervousness I'd felt at meeting Javier. "Curiosity, what are you up to today?" he asked.

"Are you in chat?" Javier asked on IM.

"Yes," I typed to him. "Towguy just came in."

"I'll go in, then. Maybe there you'll pay attention to me. LOL."

"I wasn't ignoring you."

"I'm teasing."

I sensed that he wasn't, but let it go and went back to the chat room. "Towguy, getting ready to go bowling," I said.

"Curiosity, bowling?"

"A bunch of us are going bowling tonight," Hannah typed. "Near me."

"You guys should come, Towguy," I said. "It would be cool to see you again."

"We have plans, but I'll see if I can talk the wife into going bowling afterward. Where and when?"

"Eight o'clock," I said.

Javier came into the room. "(((((Curiosity)))))," he typed.

"(((((Truetouch)))))."

"Ready to bowl?" Javier asked.

"Wait, are Truetouch and Curiosity going together tonight?" Towguy asked.

"Yes, we are," Javier replied. "At least, that's the plan."

"We're going," I typed.

"That's the plan," Javier repeated.

"Do you have some other plans I don't know about?" I asked.

"Perhaps."

I decided not to ask what; instead I repeated, "Towguy, it's at eight. Hope you guys will be there."

"We'll try."

I stayed in the chat room a little while longer, talking with my friends and flirting with Javier. Some of the things he said were so obviously sexual they shocked me, and I was sure my face was red throughout the conversation. But I responded in kind, and found myself enjoying the banter, even though it was something I would never have dreamed of saying before. Part of me worried what others in the room might think of me, but mostly I didn't care. I was talking to Javier; if anyone didn't like it, they could put us on ignore. It was new for me to think that way, and I was a little proud of myself.

Finally I decided I'd better get off the computer and get ready if I was going to leave for Javier's on time. I said my goodbyes to the people in the chat room and was about to shut down the computer when Javier IMed me again. "You didn't mind that flirting, did you?" he asked.

"No, not at all," I replied. "It was fun."

"Were you blushing?"

"Yeah."

"LOL, that's okay. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did. You have my phone number, right?"

I checked my cell phone to make sure his number was still on it from when he'd called me a couple nights earlier. "Yes, I do."

"Okay. When you get to my exit on the Mass Pike, call me and I'll tell you how to get here. And call if you have any problems."

"I will." 

"Okay. See you in a few hours. Drive safely."

"I will. Thanks."

After I showered and shaved, I went around the house making sure I'd shut off everything that needed to be shut off and that my cats were somewhere inside. I gave them food and water, then doublechecked my duffel bag to be sure I had everything I needed. I was procrastinating, no question about it. It wasn't that I didn't want to see Javier, but I was just as nervous about it as I'd been about meeting him the week before. Maybe more so, now that I knew him and knew what was likely to happen when I saw him. Just thinking about it made me wet. I'd never reacted that way to a guy.

Finally I could think of nothing else to do to prolong my departure, and it was nearly two o'clock, which meant I needed to get going if I was going to be at Javier's by five. I doublechecked the doors to make sure they were locked, then got into the car and hit the road.

I hadn't taken into account that it was a summer Saturday. When I'd headed south to Massachusetts the week before for the party, it had been late afternoon by the time I'd hit 495, and traffic, while heavy, hadn't been too bad. This time, it was slow. It felt like forever until I reached the Mass Pike, which was the final leg of my trip. I stopped at a rest area for a much needed pit stop, and was alarmed when I got back into the car to notice that it was after four thirty. It would take me at least another hour to get to Javier's. Great. I hated being late, and I was afraid Javier would be angry.

Once I was back on the road, I opened my cell phone and called him. "Are you in town?" he asked as soon as he answered.

"Not yet. I'm still about an hour away."

"An hour? What happened?"

"I didn't realize traffic would be so bad. I'm sorry. I was planning to be there by five, but it isn't going to happen. I have no idea how traffic's going to be the rest of the way. It's going to be at least five thirty before I get there."

"It's okay. You can't help traffic, though you probably should have left your house earlier. It just means we might have to leave for Hannah's as soon as you get here. Call me when you're closer, all right? You shouldn't stay on the phone right now if traffic's that bad."

"Okay. I'll call," I said.

"Talk to you soon."

He hung up, and I put my phone on the passenger seat, hoping it wouldn't slide out of reach while I drove. Traffic was just as heavy on the Pike as it had been on 495, and when I approached the I-84 interchange I thought I'd never get through. The lines of traffic waiting to get off at that exit stretched two miles back, and there were only two lanes open for those of us who were continuing west on the Pike. I muttered and cursed under my breath until I finally made it through, and was relieved to find that on the other side of the interchange, traffic was much lighter.

It was almost six by the time I finally reached Javier's exit. Great; so much for time together before we left. I got to a street whose name I recognized from my written directions and called him again. "I'm here," I said.

"Okay. Where are you exactly?"

I looked at the sign on the side street I was passing and read it out loud. Then I glanced at the printed directions beside me and realized I should have gotten to my next turn well before this. "I think I made a wrong turn."

"I don't recognize the name of that street, so you must have. Turn around and come back this way, and tell me when you see a drugstore. You're going to turn left there."

I did as he said and went back past the place where I'd turned left. Straight ahead of me was the drugstore. "I see it," I said.

"Okay. Take that left, and be careful. After you turn, the road forks. You need to keep left."

I followed the rest of his directions and finally arrived at a large, brick apartment building that had clearly once been a mill. I parked my car, grabbed my bag, and headed toward the building. Javier was waiting for me at the door, looking even more stunning than I remembered. He wore shorts and a white tank top, which accentuated his brown skin and muscular chest, and his deep brown eyes seemed to look through me as they'd done the night I'd met him. He took my bag and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. "We're going to have to leave pretty soon," he said. "Hannah said people are meeting at her house at seven thirty, so we should leave by six thirty at the latest." He led me toward the elevator. "I was hoping for some time alone with you before we went."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know traffic would be so bad. And I didn't plan on taking a wrong turn, though it shouldn't surprise me. I get lost every time I come to Massachusetts."

We got into the elevator and he pushed the button for the third floor. "It's okay," he said. "I just wanted to be alone with you."

"We don't have to go bowling," I said.

"Yes, we do. People are expecting us, and you said you wanted to go. We'll have time together when we get back."

Time to finish what we'd started the week before, I hoped. I hadn't had my own hotel room after the party; I'd been sharing with someone else from the chat room. Javier, because he lived close to where the party was, hadn't had a room either. My roommate for the night had given me the room key so Javier and I could have some private time, and we'd had enough time that we'd been in the middle of fucking when my roommate knocked on the door to signal that he wanted to end his night. Even though when my roommate realized what was going on he had offered to find somewhere else to hang out a little while longer, Javier had decided it was time to go home and had left, with both of us seriously frustrated.

"I have to change," Javier said. "Go on my laptop and get directions to Hannah's, would you? I haven't had a chance yet."

He'd written Hannah's address on a piece of paper next to the laptop. While he went into his bedroom to change, I went to the driving directions site and got what seemed to be fairly simple directions to Hannah's. By the time Javier came out of his room, I'd printed the directions. 

He looked incredibly hot in a black T-shirt and jeans. I looked down at my own red tank top and denim capris and wished I'd worn something else. I was no match for him at all. "Did you get the directions?" he asked.

I handed him the piece of paper. He scanned it and handed it back. "You're the navigator. I'm driving. Are you hungry? We don't have enough time to order supper like I'd planned, but I have some things in the kitchen."

"I'm a little hungry, thanks."

"All right." He went into the small kitchen area that adjoined the living room. After a moment of rummaging around in the fridge, he emerged with two bottles of Gatorade and a package of danish. "Help yourself," he said. "We can get something more substantial to eat later."

I took a danish and a bottle. We ate and drank quickly; it was already twenty past six, and I could feel Javier's impatience. As soon as I put the last bite of danish in my mouth, he said, "Okay, let's go."

I made sure I had the driving directions, and we left his apartment. He carefully locked the door before we went to the elevators. Once the elevator doors shut, Javier put his arms around me and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and played with my own. I felt an ache between my legs; I desperately wanted him to touch me. But from the third floor to the first was a short trip, and the elevator stopped too soon.

We held hands on the way to Javier's car. "We're running a little late, so I'm going to have to drive fast," he told me. 

"That's okay," I said.

He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot. When he turned onto the street, I would have sworn the tires on his side of the car left the pavement. Usually when someone drove like that I was terrified, but with Javier, it was a rush. I felt perfectly safe with him. I laughed with the pure joy of going that fast. "Did I scare you?" he asked.

"A little, but it's fun!" I replied.

"Good," he said. "I was a New York City cop, remember. I used to weave in and out of rush hour traffic; took corners on two wheels. I know how to drive. By the way, what exit do we take off the Pike?"

"I see that. Ten." 

After a couple miles, he took my hand and placed it on his leg. "You can touch me, you know," he said.

"In the car?"

"Never done that, huh? Come on, Adrienne, don't get all shy on me. Are you afraid I won't be able to drive?"

"No, I think you could drive no matter what I was doing. I just..." I just was used to the man making most of the moves. Over the months since I'd left my abusive ex-husband and had started having sex with others, I'd learned to touch men, to let myself do things to them, but something about Javier made me doubt myself more than I'd done in a long time. Seeing him again, the disbelief I'd felt the week before that he would even be interested in me had resurfaced.

"You just what? Are you scared?"

"A little," I admitted.

"Of what?"

"I don't know. That you don't want me to do this."

"I just told you I do."

"Yeah."

"Whatever, Adrienne. I won't force you to do anything, but I'd like it."

He went through the toll booth onto the Mass Pike to head the hour east to Hannah's. After a few minutes, I moved my hand up his thigh. I was still unsure of myself, but I wanted to make him happy. 

His seatbelt was in the way, and I wasn't completely certain I was touching the part of him I wanted to touch. For a couple minutes he let me fumble, then finally moved my hand to the right spot. "Take it out," he said.

Yeah, right. I couldn't even manage his belt, not one-handed, and because of the way I was stretched across the center console I couldn't use both hands. I was leaning on my left arm, which was falling asleep. Javier shook his head and said, "Hold the wheel for a second."

I did. He quickly unfastened his belt and jeans, then took the wheel back. "You aren't good at this," he said.

"I told you I've never done it before." His words stung more than I thought he'd intended.

"So learn something new."

I reached into his boxer briefs and found the thick length of his cock. He kept his eyes glued to the road, steering the car perfectly straight as though I wasn't even touching him. Then he said, "Suck me."

Was he insane? He wanted a blow job while he was driving seventy-five miles an hour down a major highway? But even as I thought that, the idea excited me. I leaned further and pushed down the top of his boxers so I could take the head of his cock into my mouth.

There was absolutely no way to be comfortable giving a blow job from the passenger seat of a compact car. My left arm was pinned under me, and I couldn't turn completely toward Javier because of my seatbelt. Add to that having to lean over the center console. I could only manage to get a couple inches of him in my mouth because that was all I could reach, and I tried to take up the slack with my right hand. I sucked and licked, and listened for some indication that Javier was enjoying it, but all I got was a muttered, "Ouch! Be careful with those teeth, doll."

"Can anyone see us?" I asked.

"Does it matter? They'd see us enjoying themselves. Maybe they'd do the same thing. Doesn't it excite you to think people might see?"

I wasn't going to get into the exhibitionism topic again. Instead I closed my eyes and went back to his cock, shifting in my seat to try to get at least a little more of Javier into my mouth. Then it occurred to me that I had no reason to close my eyes. Good grief, I'd seen the man's cock before. I forced my eyes to stay open, though all I could see was Javier's abdomen and his pants along with his cock.




Brown Eyes Ch. 03



It didn't feel like a long enough time to reach Hannah's city, though the cramping of my neck should have indicated time passing, but soon I heard Javier say, "Stop, we're coming to the toll booth."

I looked up. We were on an exit ramp; the toll booths were straight ahead. "Gee, you don't want to give the toll person a show?" I teased. "Thought you liked to be watched."

"Watched, yes. Arrested, no. Sit up."

I sat back in my seat, wincing at the pain in my neck. Clearly I should have tried harder to find a comfortable position. With no time to fasten everything, Javier pulled his boxers up to hide his cock and his T-shirt down to cover the opening in his pants. When he stopped at the toll booth, I stared down at my hands; I couldn't look at the toll taker. I was sure what I'd been doing would be obvious, and I wasn't sure how I felt about having done it.

Javier pulled away from the booth. Did he want me to start again? But no, he managed one-handed to zip up his jeans, though he couldn't button them or fasten the belt without taking his other hand from the wheel. "You didn't come," I said.

"No. Your teeth made it hard to do that." He put his hand on mine. "But that was good, Adrienne. I liked it. You'll just have to try again on the way home."

"I could try now."

"No, we aren't far from Hannah's, and I need you to tell me where I'm going. You're the navigator, remember? Oh, by the way, a few people did see us while you were sucking me."

My pussy got wet. Javier was definitely learning what buttons to push to turn me on. "Who?" I asked.

"A few people," Javier repeated. "Why do you want to know who? Does it make you horny to think about it?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Good. We'll have to take care of that when we get home."

We found Hannah's house easily, though once we got off the highway I thought for a moment that we were lost. A handful of others had already arrived, and we caravanned from her house to the bowling alley, where more met us. 

I was a little disappointed not to see Towguy and his wife; I'd been hoping they would be there. But another close friend of mine, Ross, and his girlfriend were there. He hugged me and said, "I wasn't expecting to see you. Are you here by yourself?"

"No." I nodded toward the door, where Javier was talking to Allen, the guy I'd shared the hotel room with the night of the party.

"You were with him at the party last week, right?"

"Yeah." I hadn't realized Ross had seen us. I'd hung out with him and his girlfriend for a little while at the beginning of the party, but then they'd disappeared.

"Nice. Are you happy?"

I looked over at Javier, who caught my eye and smiled. "Yes, I'm very happy," I told Ross.

"Good. You deserve to be."

Javier came over and I made the introductions. "I remember you from the party," Javier said to Ross's girlfriend. "That dress you had on was very sexy."

"Thank you. You looked pretty hot yourself."

"Let's go, everyone!" Hannah called. "Get your lanes rented so we can get started!"

"Allen's getting a lane for the three of us," Javier told me. "Go get your shoes and ball, though."

"Adrienne's going to handle a ball, huh?" Ross teased. "Or balls, maybe?"

I blushed, and they all laughed. Which bothered me a little; I hated being laughed at. But these were my friends, and jokes about handling balls had been floating around the chat room since Hannah had announced the bowling night a few days earlier, so I pushed back my irritation and went to the counter.

I should never have been allowed to touch a bowling ball. That much was obvious as soon as I made my first try. The ball rolled about a foot down the lane, then went right into the gutter. "Good try, Adrienne," Allen said.

"You can do better," Javier added. "Just keep trying."

"Do it like this," said Ross, who was in the next lane with his girlfriend and Hannah and her date. He demonstrated how to swing back one's arm and let the ball go straight down the lane instead of veering into the gutter. Naturally, he bowled a strike.

I kept trying, and I did improve. I even managed one strike. But the teasing about how poorly I was doing, especially some of Javier's comments, started getting to me, and as I became more frustrated it became harder for me to do well. After my hand slipped and the ball rolled backward against Javier's foot, I said, "I need to use the bathroom and get a drink."

Javier stood up and caught me as I tried to go past him. "Don't let it bother you," he said. He kissed me. "You're doing okay. It's hard to learn something like this, but just have some confidence in yourself."

"That would be easier if you weren't making fun of me every time I made a mistake."

"I'm not making fun of you. I'm just teasing, Adrienne. But if it bothers you so much, I'll stop." He took a pack of cigarillos out of his jeans pocket. "I'm going outside for a smoke."

"Do you want a soda or anything?" I could tell I'd irritated him by saying he was making fun of me, and I wanted to make up for it.

"Pepsi, please." He touched my arm. "Don't worry. I'm not mad. But you're being a little oversensitive. No one's making fun of you."

"What are you, a mind reader?"

He winked. "Maybe. See you in a few minutes, doll."

When I came back from the snack bar, Javier hadn't come back inside yet. I rolled my eyes at myself for a brief concern that he might have taken off without me; that was just ridiculous. Even if he was annoyed at me for getting upset about his comments, he wouldn't do that. Now I was being the Adrienne I'd decided to stop being.

I set down the drinks and headed for the door to see if Javier was still outside. At the shoe counter, I saw a familiar tall form topped with a mullet, and hurried over. "Towguy!" I exclaimed.

He turned and grinned. "Hey, good to see you. And you remember my wife Betty, right?"

I smiled at her. She smiled back, though she didn't look too impressed about being there. "Good to see you," I said. "I'm glad you made it. We're all over here."

Javier, Ross, and a few others who'd gone outside to smoke came back in, and people chatted and small talked their way back to the lanes we were using. Towguy- Tom- joined us at our lane. His wife sat at the table behind us watching until I managed to bounce my ball into the next lane, at which point I sat down and said, "Okay, I'm done. Betty, do you want to take over?"

"Betty's an excellent bowler," Tom said. 

"Sure, why not," Betty replied to my question.

"Adrienne, you can't just give up," Javier said.

"I think I'd better, before someone gets hurt."

I sat on the bench beside him. He put his arm around me and pulled me against him, and I rested my hand on his thigh. I was no longer worried whether he was annoyed with me; I just relaxed and enjoyed the feelings of caring and safety that came from having him close to me. 

Someone did end up getting hurt, but it wasn't by anything I did. A little while later, on one of his turns, Javier twisted wrong and turned to the rest of us with an expression of pure pain on his face. I hurried over to him. "What happened? Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just twisted my thigh or something."

"Does that mean you're out?" Tom asked. He and Javier had been trading top score back and forth since Tom had joined the game.

"You wish," Javier replied. "Don't worry, I can finish the game." He limped to the bench and sat down.

The night ended about half an hour after that. Everyone had finished their games, and plans were made to go to a nearby bar. Javier and I bowed out. "I'd rather just go home and rest this leg," Javier said. "I need the three B's."

"Three B's?" I asked.

"I'll explain in the car."

We said our goodbyes and exchanged hugs with those who seemed to want them. Ross's girlfriend studied me, and Ross laughed. "She's checking you out, Adrienne."

"Yep, I am," his girlfriend said matter-of-factly.

I was somewhat stunned; I hadn't even realized she was bi, and certainly hadn't thought I'd be someone anyone would check out. But I smiled and said, "Oh, okay. Thanks."

Javier and I walked slowly out to his car. He was limping more now. "Are you going to be all right?"

"Sure," he said. "Just need to get my leg up and rest it. Too bad; I was looking forward to fucking you, but I don't know if it's going to happen tonight. This hurts more than I thought it would."

"That's okay," I said. "There'll be another time, I hope."

"Of course there will. Why wouldn't there be? You aren't wondering if I'm going to want to see you again, are you?"

"No." Though I'd been wondering exactly that.

"You should know I do."

We got into the car and he drove out of the lot. I'd paid enough attention on the ride over that I was able to direct him back to Hannah's, and from there back to the highway. "What are the three B's?" I asked. 

"Backrub, blowjob, and breakfast in bed."

"Well, the breakfast will have to wait till tomorrow, but I can do the other two."

"Uh huh. Why don't you start with the blowjob now? See if you can finish what you started on the way here."

This time, I managed to get his belt and jeans undone without his help. I was pretty proud of myself for it. I leaned over, this time in a slightly more comfortable position, and sucked his cock until he said, "Tollbooth."

I sat up and massaged my neck with one hand. I was going to have a serious cramp in it, I could tell. 

When we got to his building, Javier and I walked in holding hands. He was still limping, but it didn't seem as bad as at the bowling alley. We went to his apartment and, after he changed out of his jeans back into the shorts he'd been wearing when I arrived, sat together on the couch. "Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

I kissed him. "I had a lot of fun. Thank you for going."

"No problem. I'm really sorry now that we didn't have more time before we left, though. I'm horny, but I don't think I can do anything tonight."

"I know. Turn around and I'll give you a backrub."

He did, and I massaged his shoulders and back. He was very tense and stiff, but relaxed somewhat as I worked on him. I didn't have any formal training in massage, but I'd learned to give pretty good backrubs. 

After several minutes, he turned and pulled me against him. Our lips and tongues met, and that plus his arms around me made me wet. I wanted him badly, wanted to finish what we'd started the night of the party, but since he was hurt obviously that wasn't going to happen. But next time...

Javier brought my hand down to his cock. I reached inside his shorts and grasped him, stroking gently. He pushed his shorts down and pressed the back of my head with his hand. "I'll finish you off this time," I said.

"Uh huh. I hope so."

I didn't. Just a few minutes into the blow job, I shifted to try to get my mouth further down his shaft, and Javier yelped. Startled, I sat up. "Did I hurt you?"

"You leaned just right. Or just wrong, I should say." His face was twisted in pain. "I think we're done for tonight."

"Oh, my god, Javier, I'm so sorry!" I wanted to cry. 

"It's all right, you didn't mean to. But I think we should go to bed, don't you? I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning."

He got up and limped to his room. At the door, he turned and looked at me. "Are you coming?"

"Maybe I should sleep on the couch. I don't want to hurt you again."

"Don't be ridiculous, Adrienne. Come on."

I followed him into his room. He turned on the air conditioning and covered us over with a soft blanket and comforter. "Sleep with the angels," he said.

"Sleep with the angels," I replied.

He put his arms around me and I lay with my head on his chest, listening to his breathing slow into sleep. And then I slept too.



Brown Eyes Ch. 04



The morning after the bowling trip, I woke up with sunlight shining directly into my eyes. There was no way I could go back to sleep; even when I turned away from the window, the light was still too bright. But at least when I turned away from the window, I could see Javier.

He lay on his side, facing away from me. His smooth, brown skin was tempting, but I held myself back from touching him. He was sleeping deeply, it seemed, and I didn't want to wake him. Not after the night he'd had. I'd taken clumsiness to a whole new level, and unfortunately he'd paid the price. I hadn't caused him to hurt his leg at the bowling alley, but I definitely hadn't helped the situation when I'd leaned wrong on it while trying to give him a blow job after we returned to his apartment.

I got out of bed slowly, hoping I wouldn't disturb Javier, and went to use the bathroom. When I came back, he was still asleep. Even though I knew I was awake for the day, I didn't feel like I should go to his living room while he was sleeping. This was the first time I'd been to Javier's apartment, and I wasn't comfortable enough to make myself at home until he woke up. So I got back into bed to wait.

For a while, I dozed off and on, trying to ignore the sun in my eyes. Finally, I woke to see Javier sitting on the edge of the bed. "Good morning," I said.

He turned and smiled. "Good morning. Did you sleep all right?"

"Yeah, until the sun came up. I was awake earlier."

"Why didn't you get up?"

"I didn't want to."

"So you just lay here until I woke up?"

"I slept some of the time. I think."

"You think?" He stood and stretched. "Ouch! Damn!" He rubbed his thigh. "Still hurts from last night."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You didn't do it. You just didn't help."

"That's why I'm sorry." 

He lay down and pulled me to him for a kiss. "It wasn't your fault. You leaned wrong, but you were trying to make me feel good when you did it. Don't worry about it. I've pulled muscles before; I'll be fine."

"I hope so." 

"I will." 

"Oh!" I got up. "Three B's, right? I gave you the backrub and the blowjob last night, so now..."

"No breakfast in bed." Javier stood again, grimacing as he put weight on his bad leg. "I don't actually have much here for breakfast, and I don't want crumbs in the bed. I was kind of joking when I said that."

"Oh." I felt foolish.

"I'll make some coffee, though. You have to head home soon, right?"

I looked at the clock. It was only nine, and since I had no one at home except my cats it didn't matter when I got there, but I figured Javier probably wanted me to leave so I could rest. "Yeah, kind of soon."

"Kind of?"

"I don't actually have to be home till late this afternoon," I admitted. "But I'll leave sooner. You need to rest that leg."

"Adrienne, if you can stay longer that's good. I want to spend time with you. Is this your usual negativity, or are you still upset that I'm hurt?"

"A little of both, I think."

"You need to stop being negative. You're a very attractive woman, but negativity isn't attractive. It upsets me to hear you put yourself down. As for me being hurt, your teeth grazed my cock but at least you didn't bite me, and you aren't the one who pulled my muscle."

"Is it a pulled muscle?"

"It feels like one, yes. I played high school football; I'm familiar with pulled muscles. Anyway, if you want to leave, of course I won't stop you. But don't feel that you have to leave on my account. You're welcome to stay a while. I like the company."

"All right, then I'll stay. I like the company too. But maybe I should take a shower."

"Feel free. I have soap and shampoo in there that you can use, and choose either of the towels and washcloths hanging up. I put new ones in there yesterday before you got here."

I was impressed. I probably wouldn't have thought to put out clean towels or washcloths for company. I wasn't used to having company. I'd had one overnight guest since my divorce, but he was so used to spending the night at places other than his home that he'd brought his own towel and washcloth. 

I didn't feel right using Javier's shampoo, so I got my own out of my overnight bag, along with a clean set of clothes, and went into the bathroom. As I showered, I thought about the night before. Javier and I had gone bowling with some friends of ours from the adult chat group we belonged to. It had been at one of the chat group's parties that he and I had first met the weekend before. The connection between us had been immediate, and he'd gone back to my hotel room with me after the party. Unfortunately, the room hadn't really been mine, and the friend who was sharing it with me had come back while Javier and I were, well, in the middle of something. 

We'd planned to finish what we'd started after the bowling trip, but because of Javier's injury and my aggravation of it, we hadn't been able to. But it had been a fun night anyway. We'd gotten to spend some time with friends, and on the way to the bowling alley, I'd experienced a first: I'd given Javier a blow job while he drove seventy-five miles an hour down the highway. I still wondered if anyone had seen us.

I finished my shower quickly, dried off and dressed, then went back to the living room to join Javier. There were two cups of coffee on the coffee table in front of him. "That one's yours," Javier said, gesturing. "There's milk and sweetener in the kitchen. I wasn't sure what you took."

"You didn't have to pour my coffee. Thank you."

"You're welcome, and I'm just being a good host."

I took the coffee into the kitchen and added some sweetener. I couldn't have milk, so I just put some cold water into the cup to cool down the coffee enough to drink, and went back to Javier. "No milk?" he asked.

"I can't have dairy products. I usually use soy milk in my coffee, or that nondairy creamer stuff."

"Ah. I'll remember that for next time you come."

He was already planning on my visiting again? That was a good sign. I might have been upset about hurting him the night before, but apparently he wasn't holding it against me. Then again, like he'd said, I hadn't hurt his leg. I'd just made it a little worse by leaning wrong.

I sat down on the couch beside Javier, and he put his sore leg up on my lap. "It feels better when I elevate it," he explained.

I grinned. "That's it, I'm just a leg prop."

"Uh huh." He groped my breast. "You're pretty sexy for a leg prop."

"Thank you."

I leaned toward him and our lips met. One of the first things I'd learned about Javier was that he was an amazing kisser, and this kiss reinforced my opinion. His tongue parted my lips, and as we kissed, his hand found my breast again. I moaned, though I didn't think he heard. His touch aroused me; then again, just looking at him aroused me. I'd never been with a guy as gorgeous as Javier, and it astonished me that he wanted to be with me. He'd called me beautiful and attractive, but I didn't think I was anything special.

I pushed that thought out of my mind. Javier was right; I was far too negative. It was something I'd learned from years of being picked on by others, and of being emotionally abused by my grandmother and my now ex-husband, but I wasn't the same person now that I'd been then. I was strong, and I was beautiful, and I had to let myself see that.

A bulge at the front of Javier's shorts showed that he was just as aroused as I was. I wanted to touch it, stroke it, but I didn't quite dare; I didn't want to hurt him again. And I was used to a man making all the moves, even though I didn't think Javier would mind being touched. 

He broke the kiss and said, "What are you thinking?"

"That I want to touch you," I said before I could talk myself out of it.

"Then touch me. You don't have to wait for permission."

Hesitantly, I rubbed his cock through his shorts. He pushed down the waistband of his shorts, allowing his cock its freedom. I grasped it and moved my hand along its length. His sharp intake of breath indicated that I was doing something right. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

I wanted to try fucking again, but he'd been in so much pain when he got up that I didn't think it was a good idea. "This," I said instead.

"That's it?"

"I want you to feel good."

"I do feel good."

I wasn't sure what else to say, so I kissed him again. I wanted to make him come, but after several minutes of stroking, he said, "That's putting me to sleep. Why don't we watch a movie? And we can go into the chat room."

"Okay." I felt disappointed, but after all, if I wouldn't tell Javier what I was thinking, he had no way of knowing.

We spent some time in the chat room, teasing our friends by taking turns typing under Javier's screen name, TrueTouch. A couple of my close friends recognized my typing style after a few posts, and entertained themselves guessing which of us was typing. Our friend Hannah, the one who'd hosted the bowling night, solved the question by referring to us as "TrueCuriosity," a mix of Javier's screen name and mine. 

By eleven o'clock, I was feeling restless and like I'd worn out my welcome. I still wanted more to happen with Javier, but I was too shy to make the first move, and he didn't seem to want to make a move. So I said, "I think I should go."

"All right." Javier signed out of chat and gave me a hug. "You don't have to. I don't mind if you stay longer."

"I know. Thanks. But I should probably get going. I have some lesson plans to write for work tomorrow." It was summer, but I was teaching a class for young children with multiple handicaps. Since my school year job of teacher's aide didn't pay through the summer, I was glad to have something else to do.

"All right." He stood carefully, putting as little weight as possible on his bad leg. "I'm glad you came down. I had fun, despite the leg. And the teeth."

I laughed, though I wished he'd stop teasing me about the teeth. I wasn't that bad at giving blowjobs; no one else had complained, anyway. "I had fun, too."

"Maybe you can come back next weekend. My leg should be healed by then. We have some unfinished business, I think."

"Yes, we do."

"So next weekend? You could come down on Friday if you want; we could have the whole weekend together."

"I have a family gathering I have to go to next Saturday, but that should be over by late afternoon, and I can come down after that."

"All right. Sounds good." 

I stood up and he put his arms around me. I didn't want to leave; I wanted to feel more of his touch. But I had to get back to my real life. The time I'd spent with Javier so far barely felt real; it was too amazing to believe that I could have met someone like him. 

He kissed me again, this time keeping it quick and easy, then went into his room and got my overnight bag. "I'll walk you downstairs," he said.

"You don't have to. It'll bother your leg."

"That's okay."

We went out to the hall, where Javier locked his door even though he would be coming right back, and walked slowly to the elevator. "Thanks for having me down," I said.

"You're welcome. It was fun, despite the injury. Next time, things will go better. Next Saturday, right?"

"Next Saturday." I couldn't believe he wanted to see me again, but I wasn't about to argue. I wanted to see him too much to argue about it.

At the front door of the building, Javier kissed me goodbye. "Drive safely," he said. "Call when you get home so I know you made it all right."

"I will. Take care of that leg."

"I will. At least no one will be here to lean on it."

"Which means no one will be here to give you a blow job."

"That's true, but I think I'll survive till next weekend." He kissed me again. "Talk to you soon, carina."

The drive home took me over three hours. I spent part of the time on the phone with friends, and part reminding myself that it wasn't my fault Javier had been hurt. And that he really did want to see me again, and genuinely thought more of me than I did of myself. I needed to watch what I said to him, no question about that. It bothered him when I put myself down, and his definition of putting myself down was different from mine. Comments that I intended as jokes, he took as me insulting myself, and he didn't like it at all. I just had to get over feeling like I wasn't worth his attention. Which was harder than it sounded.

But I wasn't the same person I'd been most of my life. I wasn't the one who'd been put down and sworn at and ranted at by my ex-husband, among others. I was stronger; I was beautiful and intelligent, and there was no reason at all that Javier wouldn't want to spend time with me. After all, he'd chosen me at the chat room party. There had been at least a couple dozen women there, and he'd chosen me. So why question it?

When I got home, I brought my stuff in and checked on my cats, then turned on my computer. Instead of immediately going into the chat room as I often did, I checked my emails and opened my diary. For almost an hour, I typed about my weekend and my thoughts and feelings about Javier. By the end of it, I'd come to the conclusion that I needed to be very careful. I was starting to feel more for Javier than I wanted to feel.

I'd just finished the diary entry when an IM popped up from Javier. "Thought you were going to call me when you got home."

"Sorry," I typed, adding a frownie face. "I thought you might be resting and I didn't want to bother you."

"You wouldn't have bothered me. I was concerned. I take it you made it home all right."

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry I didn't call."

"It's okay. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. I have to get some paperwork done for tomorrow, though, so I'll let you go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay." I had the feeling he was angry with me for forgetting to call, but I didn't know what to say to make up for it. Other than apologizing again, but I'd been told in the past that I apologized too much.

"Sleep with the angels, doll," Javier typed.

"Sleep with the angels."

* * *

For the next couple days, I got up in the mornings, went to work, went home in the afternoons, and hung out in the chat room. Sometimes I did some writing, but I wasn't as motivated to write as I often was. I didn't hear from Javier on Monday, despite his saying that he would talk to me then, and the little negative part of me couldn't help wondering if he was still mad at me for not calling him Sunday.

Tuesday night, I was in the chat room when my phone rang. It was Javier. "Hello?" I said when I answered.

"Hello. How are you doing?" he asked.

"Okay, thanks. You?"

"I'm good. You're just okay?"

"Tired. I haven't gotten enough sleep the past couple nights."

"You need to drink more coffee. Is there any reason you haven't been sleeping?"

"Not really. It just happens sometimes." 

"Ah. Well, drink more coffee and that should help you feel less tired. I'm sorry I didn't call you yesterday; there was an emergency with one of my clients. He attempted suicide, and I had to have him hospitalized."

"Oh, no! I'm sorry to hear that. Is he okay?"

"Yeah. It was kind of a half-assed attempt, but I had to take it seriously. I'd seen it coming and had told his family that they needed to keep an eye on him, but they thought he was just kidding around. He'll be all right now, though. The hospital will keep him until he's stabilized and hopefully get him on some medication."

"That's good. Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you." He sounded a little surprised that I'd asked. "It was a late night, though, and I'm tired. I had clients scheduled all day today, so I couldn't even sleep in or take a nap. I might hit the sack early tonight, if I can finish the paperwork I have."

"They should give you time to do paperwork at work."

"You'd think. But there's always something else going on. I have to see my clients, I have to investigate families, I have to sometimes cover for other social workers if they're sick or on vacation. And I'm one of only two Latinos on staff, so when there's a Latino family involved, I usually get called in, especially if they don't speak English."

"That makes it harder."

"Yes, it does. But I'm home for the night now, sitting on my couch with my leg up. How was your day?"

"Good. I really like my summer job. The kids are adorable, and it's a lot of fun. When and if I go back to full-time teaching, I think I'd like to teach life skills. How is your leg?"

"It's better. Still sore, but I've been trying to take it easy on it. I should be all right by Saturday."

"I hope so. I'm looking forward to it."

"Same here. It'll be nice to see you again. And to fuck you."

Out of surprise, I laughed. "Likewise."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No, but it's on my to-do list." 

"To-do list? An actual list?"

"Yeah. I wrote down all the sexual things I've never done that I want to try. Anal is near the top of the list."

"I'd love to fuck your ass. We'll have to see what we can do about crossing that off your list when you're here this weekend."

"Okay." My face grew warm. At least Javier couldn't see me blushing.

But apparently he didn't need to see it. "Are you blushing?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Does it embarrass you to hear me say I want to fuck your ass?"

I giggled. "Yeah, kind of."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do? Tell me."

"I want you to fuck my ass." I choked back another bout of giggles.

"Then we'll do it. Do you own a butt plug?"

This conversation had entered the realm of the surreal. I wasn't used to talking to men about butt plugs, though I'd gotten advice in the chat room before buying one a couple months earlier. "Yes, but I've only tried it once."

"Did you like it?"

"It felt weird, but not in a bad way."

"Well, I want you to use it a few times this week to get your ass ready for my cock. Do you have a vibrator?"

"Yeah."

"Use the butt plug and the vibrator at the same time. And bring them with you on Saturday. Think about it. My cock in your ass, and the vibrator in your pussy. Would you like that?"

If the wetness between my legs was any indication, I'd definitely like it. "Yes."

"Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"Are you touching yourself?"

My hand stole into my shorts. "Yes."

"I'm hard talking to you about this. I'm stroking my hard, thick cock. What do you think about that?"

"I wish I was there to stroke it for you."

"So do I. Would that be all you'd do?"

"I'd suck it. And I'd watch the teeth."

He laughed. "Good. You're good at sucking cock, you just need more practice. And you probably aren't used to one as big as mine."

"Not really." 

"Are you playing with yourself? Are you going to make yourself come?"

"Yeah." I flicked a finger against my clit and moaned softly. 

"Think about my cock in your pussy," Javier said. "And in your ass. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Are you coming?"

I wasn't, but not for lack of trying. With Javier listening, I felt too much pressure to orgasm, which pretty much guaranteed that I wouldn't be able to. So I pretended. "Yes, I'm coming!"

"Good. Come while you think about my cock fucking your hot ass."

I cried out through my fake orgasm. Once I was off the phone, I'd give myself a real one. "Did you like hearing that?" I asked.

"Yes. And I'll like it even more when I hear it on Saturday with my cock buried in your ass. I have to go finish my paperwork now. I'll talk to you soon."

"All right." 

"Sleep with the angels."

"Sleep with the angels." I hung up, enjoying the warm feeling I got from his words. 

* * *

I worked Wednesday and Thursday. During those two days, my only contact from Javier were a quick phone call and a short IM conversation; he was busy with clients and paperwork, and didn't have time to talk much. I was glad he got in touch, even if the conversations were short. I would have understood if he hadn't called or IMed at all, but I liked that he wanted to talk to me enough to make the time.




Brown Eyes Ch. 04



Friday, I slept in, since I didn't have to work. I was awakened by the phone. I groaned when I saw my ex-husband's number, but I answered it. If I hadn't, he would have just kept calling. "Hello?"

"Where are the computer disks?"

"You're calling me this early in the morning to ask about computer disks?"

"You said I could have the computer, but you took all the disks, and I need to restore the computer. Besides, you're working, aren't you?"

"I don't work Fridays." I'd told him that at least half a dozen times. "And I don't have the disks that go with your computer. I only took my own stuff."

"You must have taken them. You took every fucking thing else."

"I took my own stuff," I repeated.

"Whatever. I need the restore disk for the computer."

"I don't have it. I'll look through my disks, but I don't have yours."

"Just let me know." He hung up.

Talking to him was like talking to a concrete block. With the added disadvantage that he answered; at least a concrete block would be silent. Just because I'd said I would, I got out of bed and searched through every computer disk I had. Naturally none of them were the restore disk for the computer he'd claimed when we split up. 

I spent the day relaxing and getting ready for the family birthday party I had to go to the next day. It wasn't even my family; one of my ex's nieces was turning ten, and I'd been invited to the party because I was still on good terms with most of his family. I wasn't planning to stay long; if the niece hadn't asked me to show up, I wouldn't have even bothered. But I'd promised.

So Saturday afternoon, I made the drive to my ex's parents' house for the party. Everyone seemed happy to see me, until my ex showed up. "Did you find my disk?" he demanded.

"No. I told you I didn't have it. I went through all the computer stuff."

"Yeah, right. You probably didn't even look."

"I spent an hour looking."

"Right. You just don't want me to have it. Just like you tried to take everything when you left."

"Stop it," his sister said. "This is supposed to be a party, not a place for you two to fight."

"Well, I don't even know why you invited her," my ex said. "She isn't part of the family."

Clearly the only thing that would shut him up was my leaving, so I chose to leave. "Thanks for inviting me, but I think I'd better go," I said to his sister. "Hope the party goes well."

"You don't have to leave," she said.

"Yes, I do."

I found the niece and gave her a hug and kiss good-bye, then got into my car and headed off. Since I'd brought everything with me for the weekend- including the vibrator and butt plug- I got on the highway and headed for western Massachusetts.

I called Javier when I was about an hour away. "Are you leaving the party now?" he asked.

"I left the party a little over two hours ago," I replied. "My ex showed up and started shit, so I decided not to stay."

"Ah. So when are you heading down here?"

"I already have. I'll be there in about an hour, if that's okay."

"Of course it's okay. I'm just sitting here watching TV. Call when you get closer and I'll come downstairs to meet you. Did you bring your toys?"

"Yes, I did."

"Good. See you when you get here, carina."

An hour later, I called Javier from the highway exit near his place. I'd gotten lost the week before when I'd gone to see him, but this time, I made it to his apartment building with no problems. At the front door of the building, Javier took my bag and gave me a peck on the lips. "How was the drive?"

"About like last week," I said. "Traffic's heavy on the highways at this time of year. And it seems like everyone's trying to go to New York; the I-84 exit was backed way up."

"It usually is."

We went up to his apartment. Inside the door, he set down my bag and pulled me into his arms. It had only been a week, but I'd missed feeling him against me. He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue found its way between them. He ran his hands over my back and ass, making me wet. With a smile, he broke the kiss and said, "Good trip?"

"Well worth the time," I said.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"I'll order Chinese. You'll need your energy to keep up with me tonight."

"Don't you mean you'll need energy to keep up with me?"

He laughed. "Could be."

While we waited for delivery from a local Chinese restaurant, we sat on Javier's couch and went into the chat room on his laptop. Again we played the game of both chatting under his handle. He seemed proud to tell everyone that I was there. 

After we ate, we went to his bedroom. He brought the laptop in with him and set it on a TV tray beside the bed. "We might want to chat more when we take a break," he said.

"A break? You're talking about taking a break, and you said I wouldn't be able to keep up with you?"

"Let's see who can keep up with whom."

Javier stripped off his T-shirt and lounge pants. His long cock was hard, and I couldn't resist touching his skin. His deep brown eyes looked into mine. "What do you want, Adrienne?"

"You," I said softly.

He lay on the bed, grasping his cock. "Take what you want."

I undressed and lay beside him. He made no move to touch me; he was waiting for me to make the moves. I kissed him and explored his body with my hands. He responded by touching me everywhere except between my legs. I broke the kiss and touched my lips to his neck, his shoulders. I spent some time tonguing his nipples; he moaned and squirmed beneath me. Then I kissed my way down to his cock and closed my lips over it.

Giving Javier a blowjob in his bed was much more comfortable than giving him one in his car the weekend before had been. It had taken three days for my neck to de-cramp entirely. At this angle, it was also easier for me to keep my teeth from scraping the skin of his cock. I felt him move, but didn't realize what he was doing until I saw a flash. Startled, I looked up. "Did you just take a picture?"

"Is that a problem?" He pushed a button on the digital camera he held and showed me an image of myself with his cock in my mouth. "I thought you liked the idea of posing for pictures."

"I do, but... No one's going to see these, right?"

"Just you and me, unless you want to show someone else."

"No, I don't think so."

He laughed. "All right. Keep doing what you were doing. I want more pictures." 

I returned to sucking him and tried to ignore the flashes from the camera. "That's so good, Adrienne," he murmured. "Suck my balls, carina."

I did, gently taking each of his sacs in my mouth. From the sounds he made, I knew I was doing it right. After a moment, he said, "Lick my ass, Adrienne."

What? I'd never done that to anyone; I wasn't even sure how to do it. Or if I even wanted to. But I wanted to make Javier happy; I wanted him to feel good. So I moved down and ran my tongue around his asshole. It wasn't unpleasant; he was clean, which was a definite plus, and tasted vaguely of soap. His appreciative noises increased, and he stroked his cock with one hand while continuing to snap pictures with the other. Finally he said, "Adrienne, I'm going to come!"

I took his cock back into my mouth just as his cum spurted from it. When I'd swallowed it all, I moved back up into Javier's arms. "That was very good," he said.

"No problems with my teeth?" I joked.

"Not this time. Practice makes perfect. Do you want to see the pics?"

"Yeah."

He went through each of the pictures he'd taken. I hated them. In most of them, my eyes were closed and my face was squinched. I looked horrible, I thought. "You don't like them?" Javier asked.

"I don't like the way I look in pictures."

"You're an exhibitionist and you don't like yourself in pictures?"

"I never said I was an exhibitionist. You said that."

"Because you implied you were." He deleted a couple of the pictures. "The rest look fine, Adrienne. You need to stop thinking negatively about yourself." He got off the bed. "I want to load these onto my computer, and I'll email them to you, okay?"

"Okay." Though I wasn't sure I wanted them. But they would give me something to remember Javier by while I wasn't with him.

After he'd gotten the pictures downloaded, he got up from the chair and motioned to it. "Go into the chat room if you want while you're waiting."

"Waiting?"

"For me to get hard again so I can fuck your pussy and ass."

"Ah, that."

I sat down and went into the chat room. Javier stood beside me, occasionally leaning over to type responses to some of our friends. After a few minutes, he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I stroked him with one hand and typed with the other, then licked the tip of his cock. "Time to go," he typed in the chat room. He closed the chat window before anyone had a chance to say goodbye.

Stepping away from the computer, he lay down on the bed again and held up his cock. "Ride me," he said. 

I straddled him and lowered myself onto him. His thick shaft filled me, and I took a few seconds to adjust to it before I started moving up and down, guided by his hands on my hips. "Fuck me!" I cried. "Oh, god, Javier, this feels so good!"

"You like my cock in your pussy?" 

"Yes! Fuck, yes!"

I fucked him hard until he told me, "Stop. Do you know what I'm going to do now?"

"You're going to fuck my ass?"

"I'm going to fuck your ass," he agreed. "Get off."

I didn't want to remove myself from his cock, but I was intrigued by the thought of anal with him. I wasn't sure I'd be able to go through with it, but I wanted to try. I lifted myself from him. From his nightstand, he took a bottle of lube and sat at the edge of his bed. He slathered the lube onto his cock. "Okay. I'm ready. Sit on me, and lower your ass onto me."

"I don't know if I can do it that way," I said.

"It's the best way for your first time. You'll be in control. Try it."

I did as he said and straddled his lap, facing away from him. Slowly I lowered myself; I felt his cock against my ass, but couldn't tell whether it was entering me or not. I kept lowering myself until Javier yelped. Immediately I stood. "What did I do?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that my cock isn't made to bend in three places."

I'd done it again. It wasn't bad enough that I'd aggravated his thigh injury the weekend before; now I'd hurt him in a much more sensitive place. "I'm sorry," I said. Tears came to my eyes and I forced them to stay back. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." He hugged me. "It's okay. It was your first try. But I don't think we'll try again tonight. We need to find a different position for next time, I guess."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine." He lay down. "Come here, carina. It's okay."

I lay with him and let him hold me. To me it wasn't okay; this was the second time I'd hurt him. As we lay there, Javier cracked a couple jokes about it but didn't seem upset. I told myself to calm down. Javier wasn't going to get angry; he wasn't going to yell at me or swear at me like my ex had always done. All Javier did was hold me until he fell asleep.

As I neared sleep myself, I realized that I loved Javier. And that scared me more than anything else I could think of.



Brown Eyes Ch. 05



Something was over my eyes. It and the bed covers were the only things on me; I'd slept naked beside Javier. I pushed it away and saw Javier's deep brown eyes looking into mine. "Sorry, carina," he said. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Last time, you said the sun woke you. I thought this sleep mask would help keep that from happening again. I meant to give it to you to put on last night, but with one thing and another, I forgot."

"You mean with me bending your cock in three places?" That had been the unfortunate side effect of a failed attempt at anal sex.

"Shit happens. Next time, we'll just have to try a different position, that's all. Anyway, if you want to use the mask, you're welcome to. It's only six in the morning; we don't have to wake up yet."

"Oh. Thank you." I raised my head and adjusted the mask's strap around it, but left the mask part on my forehead. "I don't really like not being able to see."

"You'll be sleeping. You wouldn't be able to see anyway. And nothing's going to happen to you here. Put the mask over your eyes and come here."

I pulled the mask down. I could see a little out the bottom, enough to see where Javier was so I could move toward him. Unfortunately, I couldn't see enough to avoid whacking Javier in the nose. "Ouch!" he yelped.

I whipped off the mask. "Oh, my God, are you okay?" I asked. Why couldn't I be around this man without injuring him?

Gingerly, he rubbed his nose. "I don't think you broke it."

"Javier, I'm so sorry." I moved away from him.

"It's okay. You didn't mean to, I assume. You're just a little clumsy, and I seem to get the brunt of it."

That stung, but I didn't want to let on. "Yeah, just a bit."

"Come back here, Adrienne." Javier tugged on my arm until I moved back over. "It's okay. My nose will recover. And I'm still glad to have you here, even if my nose isn't."

I managed a laugh, and lay my head on his chest. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so clumsy when I'm with you. I guess you make me nervous or something."

"Nervous? I don't do anything to make you nervous."

"No, you don't. I don't know why I am." But I did know. Javier was the most gorgeous guy I knew, and it constantly amazed me that he saw anything in me at all. When I was around him, I was afraid I'd do or say something stupid, something that would make him not want me around anymore.

"There's no reason to be nervous, for pete's sake." Javier kissed me. "You're fine, carina. Go back to sleep."

Lying against Javier, his arms around me, I felt safe. I knew he cared about me; I'd felt it the night we'd met. At a party thrown by a chat group we both belonged to, out of all the women there, Javier had chosen me. When we'd seen each other or spoken since, I could tell he cared. The night we'd met, I'd felt like a princess who had finally found a handsome prince. Javier was still the handsome prince, but sometimes I felt more like a frog who was just pretending to be a princess, and it was just a matter of time before Javier found out the truth. 

Somewhere in the midst of trying to convince myself to think positively, I fell asleep. When I woke again, Javier was gone. I heard the low tones of the TV in the living room. I took off the mask and went out to see Javier sitting on the couch. His laptop and a cup of coffee were in front of him on a TV tray. "You must have slept well," he said.

"I did, thanks." I sat at the other end of the couch. "The mask helped."

"Uh huh. How come you're sitting over there? I only bite when I'm asked to."

"You look busy."

He set the laptop aside. "It's just paperwork for my job. I can finish it after you leave. Come here."

I moved over to him and kissed him. He put his arms around me and deepened the kiss, probing my mouth with his tongue. After a moment, he took my hand and brought it to his cock, which was thick and hard under his lounge pants. "Did you wake up this way?" I asked.

"Yes, I did," Javier replied. "And I've been waiting for you to wake up so you could help me with it."

"You could have woken me."

"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't have the heart. Your sleep is more important than my cock."

I rubbed him through his pants. "But I like your cock. And I need to make up to it for bending it last night."

"Oh? And how are you planning to do that?"

"This is a start." 

I reached into his pants. He lifted his ass and pulled the pants down so his cock was free and available to my hand. I stroked it, then lowered my mouth to it. As I sucked the tip, I fondled his balls. He murmured something that I couldn't quite hear and twined his fingers in my hair. "Suck me," he said.

I took as much of his long cock into my mouth as I could and sucked. I slid my hand from his balls further back; I'd discovered that he liked having his ass touched, though I was still hesitant to do it. He moaned in appreciation.

When my jaw began to ache, I released his cock and licked it, up one side and down the other, still touching him. Then I gently mouthed his balls. He took his cock in his hand. "That's it, suck my balls," he said. "That's good, carina."

I didn't stop at his balls, though. The night before, I'd rimmed him and had been pleasantly surprised by his reaction. Now, I ran my tongue to his asshole and licked around it. "Lick me!" he said. 

Like the night before, he stroked himself as I rimmed him. After a few moments, he said, "Stop, Adrienne."

I was a little disappointed; I'd been hoping to taste his cum again. But this time, he told me, "Bend over the couch."

I stood up and bent over, resting my arms on the back of the couch. Javier stood behind me and in one movement thrust his cock completely into my pussy. "Oh, god!" I cried. "Fuck me!"

"You like having me fuck your pussy," he said.

"Yes!"

"Tell me."

"I like you fucking my pussy! I like feeling your big, hard cock inside me!"

"Are you going to come, Adrienne?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck, Javier!" I wasn't close to coming, not as close as I wanted to be, but in this position I felt the pressure of his cock against my g-spot, and knew it wouldn't be long.

"Play with yourself," he said.

I fingered my clit as he continued to fuck me. That did it. "Oh, god, Javier! Fuck me! Make me come!" I was almost there, and then the orgasm hit. "Yes!"

Javier thrust a few more times, then pulled out. "I want to come in your mouth, baby," he said. "Suck me."

I took his cock into my mouth again and sucked. It was only a few seconds before he erupted, spilling his cum into my mouth. I swallowed and smiled at him. "That was incredible."

"I agree." He sat down again and pulled me down beside him. "In a few minutes, you can try to get me hard again so we can have another round."

I never had the chance. My cell phone rang. "Maybe I should get that," I said.

"Ignore it," Javier said.

That was a good plan. The only person who was likely to call me was my ex-husband, and he was the last person I wanted to talk to. I had voice mail; if it was important, he could leave a message.

I tried to return my attention to Javier, but my mind wasn't completely there. Any time my ex called me, my stomach clenched and my mind started going ninety miles a second. We'd had too many arguments for me to ever relax until the conversation was over, which was why I usually answered even when I didn't want to talk to him.

My phone stopped ringing, and I relaxed a bit. But then it started ringing again. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'd better answer. Otherwise, he'll just keep calling."

"Answer it and hang up," Javier advised. "And then shut off the ringer."

I flipped open my phone. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" my ex demanded.

"Visiting a friend in Massachusetts."

"You don't have to tell him where you are," Javier said. "It's none of his business."

"So this is how you spend your weekends?" my ex snapped. "Taking off so you can get a piece of ass? What kind of slut are you?"

Tears came to my eyes. After all the crap that had been done to me, 'slut' was one word I couldn't tolerate. "I didn't take off for a piece of ass," I protested.

"Hang up," Javier said. "Don't let him talk to you like that."

"Well, since you're not here, I'll just have to let myself into your house to get what I need," my ex said.

"You can't do that! Breaking into houses is against the law."

"I have a key. And you have some of my property. Stealing's against the law too."

"I don't have anything of yours! And how do you have a key to my house?"

"I have ways. Don't worry, I'll just take what's mine. I won't mess with your stuff much."

"Don't you dare go into my house!"

"Hang up." Javier came over to me and took the phone out of my hand. He flipped it shut as my ex continued to rant. "He doesn't have the right to talk to you like that."

"He's going to break into my house," I sobbed.

Javier put his arms around me. "Do you really think he's stupid enough to do that?"

"He said he has a key. How did he get a key to my house?"

"I don't know, but I'd say you should get your locks changed." Javier brushed a tear from my cheek. "Don't cry, carina."

"I'm trying not to."

"I just can't believe he called me a piece of ass," Javier said. "I'm not a piece of ass; I'm a piece of cock. No one touches my ass!"

I couldn't help laughing. Javier grinned. "That's better," he said. He got a box of tissues from his dining table and handed it to me. "Dry your tears. Do you think he'll call back?"

As if on cue, my phone rang again. "Apparently."

"Here's what you do. Tell him if he enters your house, you'll have him arrested for breaking and entering and/or trespassing. Even if he has a key, you told him to stay out. That's still against the law. If he starts yelling again, don't say a word, just hang up. Here."

He gave me back my phone, and I answered it. "What?"

"Don't hang up on me," my ex said.

"Don't yell at me and call me names, then."

"When are you going to be back?"

"When I feel like it. I don't answer to you."

Javier nodded approvingly. "You're in control," he said.

"Then I'm going to get my stuff out of your house," my ex said. "I don't have all day to wait around for you to come home."

"I don't have any of your stuff." I forced myself to speak calmly. "And key or no key, if you go into my house you're breaking the law, and I will press charges. I think just by having a key I didn't give you, you're breaking the law."

"If you call the police, I'll file charges against you for stealing, you fucking bitch!"

"Good luck with that." I looked into Javier's eyes as I spoke, drawing on his strength and calmness to get me through the call. "I'm hanging up now."

"Don't you fucking-"

I flipped the phone shut, cutting him off. "How did that feel?" Javier asked.

"Powerful."

"You are powerful. You just took away the control he thought he had over you. I'm proud of you, Adrienne."

"I'm proud of myself."

"Good. You should be."

I put my phone back in my purse. "I wish I could stay longer, but I should probably go, just in case he does try something. Can I use your shower?"

"Of course. There are clean towels in the bathroom."

I took my overnight bag into the bathroom and showered and dressed in record time. When I came out of the bathroom, Javier handed me twenty-five dollars. "Gas money and a little extra so you can get yourself some coffee, since you didn't have a chance to have any of mine," he said.

"Thank you." I hugged him. "Thank you for everything this morning. I'm sorry I have to go."

"It's all right." He kissed me. "I'll call you tonight to find out how it goes."

"Okay." I hesitated. "Take care." It wasn't what I wanted to say, but I didn't dare to say the "L" word to Javier. Not yet. Event though there was no doubt in my mind that was how I felt.

Unlike the last time I'd spent the night at Javier's, he didn't walk me downstairs. Instead he kissed me goodbye at the door, a long, passionate kiss, and I went to my car alone.

I stopped at a gas station near the highway. After filling my tank, I bought a cup of coffee, then hit the road. Once on the highway, I forced thoughts of my ex out of my head, instead thinking about the night with Javier. The touch of his hands, his lips. His brown skin against my white. The deep eyes that had both drawn me to him and frightened me away the night I'd met him. Not that there was anything frightening about Javier. The fear had come from the lightning-bolt intense connection I'd felt to him the first time I'd looked into those eyes.

I still didn't understand the connection. I'd never felt such an instant attraction to anyone before. That first night, I'd developed strong feelings for Javier, but I'd tried to deny them. Still tried to. I'd told myself it had just been a one-night thing, that surely a man like Javier, gorgeous, strong, and confident, couldn't want anything to do with me. I'd done everything I could to convince myself that something as good as Javier couldn't happen to me.

But I hadn't convinced myself of it yet. Even though so much shit had happened to me in my life, I'd learned over the last few years to think of myself as a good person, as someone who really did deserve good things. That was why I'd left my husband months earlier, to give myself the chance to have good things in my life. Despite my questions and doubts, I was starting to think Javier could be one of those things, if I could ever just relax and trust.

I did a lot of daydreaming and fantasizing on the way home about Javier and what might happen between us in the future. Probably none of it would become reality, but I had to believe that anything was possible. And thinking about those things made me feel stronger and calmer, which helped me prepare myself to deal with my ex.

He called just as I reached the state line. At first, I wasn't going to answer, but then I figured I had nothing to lose. "What?" I barked into the phone.

"Are you going to hang up again?" He sounded much more subdued than he had earlier.

"Depends. Are you going to act like an asshole again?" I was strong, I reminded myself. I'd stuck up for myself earlier, and it had felt great. And Javier had been proud of me. I didn't have to take my ex's shit.

"Where are you now?" he asked.

"I'll be home in about forty-five minutes, and I'd better find my house untouched."

"I haven't been in your fucking house." 

"Watch your language."

"Sorry," he said, astonishing me. "When you get here, I'd like to come over and get my stuff."

"For the last time, I don't have anything of yours. But you're welcome to come over and give me the key that you shouldn't have anyway. The divorce decree says you aren't supposed to be on my property without my permission."

"Fine, you can have the damn key. I thought I was doing you a favor by holding onto it in case of an emergency or something."

"My parents have a key in case of emergency. You're the last person I'd call in an emergency."

"Yeah, fine. So if you don't have my computer disks and CDs, where are they?"

"Not my problem. If you took care of things, you'd know where they are. I gave up keeping track of your crap when I moved out."

"The last time I saw them was before you moved out."

"And you're just now getting around to asking me about them? I find that kind of hard to believe, if they're so important to you."

"I didn't need them until now."

"You listen to CDs all the time, and I erased everything on the computer before I moved out, so if you've used it at all you would have needed the disks. You have a habit of putting things wherever they happen to land, and then you wonder why you can't find anything."

"I can't find things when people take them."

It was like talking to a brick wall. "You need to stop blaming all your problems on everyone else," I said. "No one took anything of yours. I sure didn't; I didn't want some of my stuff just because it had been around you, let along wanting your stuff. You lost those things and you just don't want to take responsibility."

"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your fucking students," he snapped.

Usually when he got angry, I backed down. I'd survived fourteen years of marriage to him by trying to keep him happy, even though it had never really been possible to. Nothing I'd done had made him happy; at best, it had made him less likely to yell at me. I was through trying to satisfy him. I'd gotten out of the marriage so I wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit anymore. When I'd stood up to him earlier, he'd backed down. That gave me a sense of power that I'd never had before. "If you don't want to be talked to like that, stop acting like a child," I said.

"Are we going inside? I want to see the computer disks you have."

"No, we're not going inside. This is my place, and you're not welcome here."

"Then I'm not giving you back the key."

"Yes, you are." I held out my hand. "You don't need it, and you aren't supposed to have it. If you don't hand it over, I'll be more than happy to call the police."

I was bluffing, of course. The police weren't likely to do anything about a house key. But my ex didn't know that, and I'd discovered early on in our marriage that he was out and out afraid of police. "Fine," he muttered. He pulled a key out of his pocket and tossed it on the ground. "There. Happy?"

"I'd be happier if you'd handed them to me instead of being an ass." But I didn't pick that battle. I bent and picked up the key. "Thank you. If you'd like to wait out here, I'll go take another look inside for the disks, but I've already looked once and they aren't here."

"Why can't I come in while you look?"

"Because I said so." I took a childish pleasure in that phrase. "Are you going to wait or leave?"

"I'll wait."

"Your choice."

Inside, before I bothered looking for his disks, I put my overnight bag in my room and used the bathroom. Let him wait. It was admittedly passive-aggressive of me, but I was through doing everything my ex wanted.

Just so I could honestly say I had, I looked through my computer accessories again. Since I'd looked for his disks before, I knew I wouldn't find them, and of course I didn't.

When I went back outside, my ex was leaning against the wall beside the door. "Well?"

"No luck," I said. "Sorry." Though I wasn't.

"The fucking computer's no good to me if I can't restore it."

"You should have thought of that before you lost the restore disk."

"I didn't lose it!"

"Whatever. I'm done arguing with you about it. I just drove three hours home so I could deal with your petty crap, and I'm going inside to relax now."

"What am I supposed to do with the computer?"

An answer came immediately to mind, but I decided not to go there. "Not my problem. Bye." I went inside and shut the door in his face.

I made myself a glass of iced tea and sat at the computer. After checking my emails, I went into the chat room. A few friends greeted me, then I saw, "(((((Curiosity)))))."

"(((((Truetouch)))))," I responded.

"Wait a minute," our friend Hannah typed. "Curiosity and Truetouch are in the room at the same time? Under their own names?"

"Which is which?" someone else asked.

"I'm me," I said. "It isn't TrueCuriosity this time." Though I'd enjoyed chatting under Javier's screen name the night before, and it felt good that people seemed to think of him and me as a couple, even though I didn't think we were. Though anything was possible, I reminded myself. 

"Curiosity, how was your drive home?" Javier asked.

"Long, but good. I had some nice thoughts to keep me company."

"Thoughts about anything in particular?"

"My weekend."

"Uh huh. It was a good weekend."

"Very good."

"Even with something getting bent in three places."





Brown Eyes Ch. 05



I couldn't believe he'd typed that in the chat room! I hoped no one else had seen it, but my friend Tom, who I hadn't realized was in the room, asked, "What got bent, Truetouch?"

"Towguy, something that isn't intended to bend," Javier answered.

I wasn't sure I liked having that broadcast in the chat room. I still felt bad about it, and everyone didn't need to know how clumsy I was. But no one except Tom seemed to see Javier's response. "That stinks, Truetouch," was Tom's only comment.

"Curiosity, are you still here?" Javier asked.

"I'm here," I typed. "Just being quiet. I'm tired."

"Well, you did have a lot of physical activity over the weekend."

"Good point."

"Yes, I do have a good point. A useful one, too."

I immediately caught the innuendo and laughed. "Will I get your point?" I typed.

"Yes, I'll make sure you get the full thrust of my point."

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Tom typed. "Curiosity, Truetouch, you guys need to get a room!"

"We had one last night," Javier replied.

After a little while, Javier excused himself from the chat room to do some paperwork. I didn't stay in chat much longer; it wasn't as much fun without Javier's innuendos. Out of boredom, I decided to work on an erotic story I'd started a few months earlier and had never finished. At the time, I hadn't had much motivation to write that kind of story, just curiosity to see whether I could. But now, the flirting with Javier had inspired me.

As often happened when I got into something I was writing, the words seemed to fly out of my fingers onto the computer screen. Before long, I was at the final sex scene. Unfortunately, even though I'd written one or two other erotic stories, sex scenes weren't my strong point. I could visualize the action, but always got stuck trying to find the words to describe it.

While I stared at the computer screen, trying to make the story cooperate, an IM from Javier popped up. "How did things go with your ex?"

"Better than I expected," I said. "He wanted to come inside and look for whatever it was he was looking for. I said no."

"Good for you," Javier replied. "Did he live there with you before you split up?"

"No. I moved here when I left him."

"Then he has no reason to go inside. It's your place, and you have a right to keep him out of it. How did it feel to take that kind of control?"

"It felt good. Really good."

"Glad to hear that. Did he give you a hard time?"

"He tried to keep the key he had, but I told him if he didn't give it back, I'd call the police."

"Good for you. So did he give it back?"

"Yes, he did."

"Good. You should be proud of yourself. You did a lot of standing up for yourself today."

"Yes, and I am proud. Thank you for your help and for encouraging me."

"You're welcome, carina. That's what friends do. Speaking of friends, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead." My stomach clenched; what was he going to ask?

"Did you tell your friends to talk to me?"

"No. About what?"

"I've had about half a dozen people tell me to treat you right and not to hurt you."

"I didn't ask anyone to say that. I didn't even know anyone did." Would he believe me? I was telling the truth, but I had the feeling he was angry with me.

"Then why did they say that to me?" he asked.

"I don't know. I didn't know anyone had till just now. I'm sorry."

"If you didn't tell them to say it, then you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I didn't."

"All right. Then you have no reason to be sorry. But you do understand that we aren't a couple, right?"

My heart sank. "Yes, I understand." Then what were we? He called me every night; I'd already seen him twice since the night we'd met. To me, that implied couplehood, but obviously I'd misinterpreted.

"We're friends with benefits, Adrienne. That's all. Okay?"

Was it okay? It didn't feel it to me. It was hard to say how I felt; I'd had hopes for more with Javier, and those hopes had just been smashed. But if I said it wasn't okay, I wouldn't have Javier in my life at all. It was better to have him on his terms, I decided. "Okay."

"I'm not mad. It was weird to have so many people talking to me like that, but I'm not mad, okay?"

"Okay."

"Is that all you can say?"

"No. I just can't think of anything else to say." 

"Are you upset?"

"No." Of course I was. But saying so would probably upset Javier, and I didn't want to do that. 

"You aren't saying much."

"I'm fine. I was working on a story."

"Oh? What kind of story?"

"Erotica." 

"I'd like to read it when you finish it. Have you written others?"

"A couple, but they aren't very good."

"I'd still like to read them. Send them to me, please."

"Okay."

"There you go again. LOL. I have to get back to my paperwork, carina, but I'll talk to you later, all right?"

"All right."

He signed off, and I got up and walked away from the computer so I could wipe my eyes. At least he wasn't upset about my friends talking to him. But it hurt more than I wanted it to that he'd said we were just friends with benefits. What the hell did that mean, anyway? All I was to him was a fuck? 

I'd definitely misunderstood things between him and me if that was the case. I hadn't expected much the night I'd met him, but since then I'd felt like he and I were, if not a couple, at least heading that way. But from the conversation I'd just had with him, I got the impression that we weren't heading that way and weren't going to be. I could live with the friends with benefits thing, I though. I just wished we'd had this conversation before I'd gotten my hopes up.

I didn't go back to the computer for a while. Instead, I cleaned the house and did some laundry, then read. Finally, I heard the instant message tone on the computer. I went over to see a message from Javier. "Are you okay?"

I sat down and typed, "Yes, I'm fine. Was taking a break from the computer."

"Sometimes that's a good idea. I was just in the chat room."

"Is anyone interesting in there?"

"A few people. Deirdre was talking about another meet and greet. She's planning to have it two weeks from now."

"That's pretty soon after the last one. And isn't that the weekend before Hannah's birthday?"

"I don't know. I'm just telling you what Deirdre said."

"Oh. Cool." I had no idea why he was telling me, though.

"I thought maybe you'd like to go. We could make sure to have a room this time."

"That would be a good thing. LOL."

"Yeah. LOL. So do you want to go?"

"Yes, it would be fun." Though I was surprised, after our earlier conversation, that he was asking me to go to a party that was two weeks away. 

"Good. And we can try anal again at the hotel. Would you like that?"

"Yes." 

"You'd like to feel my thick, long cock in your tight ass?"

Despite my attempts to the contrary, I felt myself getting wet. "Yes," I typed.

"Feeling the pain and pleasure as my shaft penetrates your nether hole?"

I laughed at his phrasing. "I don't like pain," I typed.

"Well, it's going to hurt at first, but you'll adjust."

"You're the one who should write erotic stories."

"I've tried, but I've never managed to finish one. But I'll give you something to write about the night of the meet and greet. Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Good. I want you to understand, what I said before. I didn't mean that I only think about you for sex. We're friends. The friendship comes first. If you didn't ever want to fuck me again, we'd still be friends. Okay?"

"Okay." That made me feel a little better.

"Good. I didn't want to think I'd upset you. I'm not looking for a relationship right now. And if I was, you live too far away. But I want to keep seeing you."

That was a confusing statement, but I thought I understood. Maybe if I lived closer, a relationship could develop between us at some point. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Meanwhile, a friendship was better than nothing, and it was good to hear that Javier wanted to continue seeing me. "I want to keep seeing you as well," I typed.

"Good. So we'll talk more another time about the meet and greet. Think about all the things you've always wanted to do, and we'll plan to do them. Right now, it's back to paperwork for me. Good night, carina."

"Good night."

"Sleep with the angels."

"Sleep with the angels," I replied. 



Brown Eyes Ch. 06



"Curiosity, have you heard from Truetouch lately?" my friend Deirdre asked me in the chat room one night.

"Not for a couple of days," I replied. Not since the day Javier had informed me that we were just friends with benefits. I knew he was busy with work, and he'd said he still wanted to see me, but I couldn't help thinking that his lack of contact was because he was still annoyed that my friends had considered us a couple.

"You two are coming to the meet and greet weekend after next, right?" Deirdres asked.

"As far as I know." I felt queasy at the thought. Javier had mentioned the meet and greet to me, but although I'd agreed to go I felt like it would be a mistake. Something negative was going to happen there, and I couldn't figure out what or how to get out of going. 

"That's good," Deirdre said. "You two make such a good couple."

"We aren't a couple," I typed quickly. "We're just friends."

"Honey, I saw you two at the last meet and greet. That wasn't just friends."

Fortunately, someone asked a question about the party Deirdre was planning, which took her attention off me. I didn't want to talk about the discussion Javier and I'd had, or about how angry he'd seemed when some of my friends had told him to treat me well. I couldn't understand why he still wanted to see me if he was so concerned that people not think of us as a couple, but I hadn't had a chance to ask him. And I was learning that asking Javier questions like that irritated him.

While I was in the chat room, my cell rang. Hoping it was Javier, I picked it up and was disappointed to see my ex-husband's number. He was the last person I wanted to talk to, but if I didn't answer, he would keep calling until I did. I sighed and flipped open the phone. "Hello?"

"Sorry to bug you, but I thought you might care that my grandmother's sick."

I rolled my eyes. He didn't apologize for bugging me when he called to ask where he'd left some paperwork I didn't even know about, or when he'd called me at Javier's to accuse me of taking off for a piece of ass. He knew damn well that I still liked his family. This was just his way of being a jerk. "What's wrong with her?" I asked.

"Like it matters to you."

I gritted my teeth so I wouldn't yell. "If it didn't matter, I wouldn't have asked. And if you're going to be an ass, I'll hang up."

He knew I meant it, and for whatever sick reason he couldn't take me hanging up on him. "They think she might have had a stroke. She's in the hospital. I'm not going to see her; I hate those places."

I remembered. I'd had surgery once during the marriage and he hadn't come to see me. Hadn't even bothered bringing me to and from the hospital; I'd had to ask my parents to do that. And while I'd been home recovering, my ex had called me a lazy bitch along with a few other choice names, and had refused to do any of the housework because I was home all day and was apparently supposed to do it.

"Thanks for letting me know," I said. 

"Are you going to go see her? Or can't you tear yourself away from your new fuck buddy?"

"He isn't a fuck buddy." Tears stung my eyes. I should have known it would come back to this. My ex had never been able to stand other men even looking at me, and nothing had changed now that we were divorced.

"Yeah, right. What do you call it? You're such a fucking liar. You told me you hated sex when we were married, and now you go off to Massachusetts to fuck some guy you barely know? What is he, black or something?"

"What the hell does his race have to do with anything?" I didn't even bother responding to his accusations about sex. Those hurt a lot, but I was used to them. I wasn't going to let him put Javier down, though.

"He lives in Massachusetts."

"So everyone who lives in Massachusetts is black? You've just taken ignorance to new heights. Most of my friends in Massachusetts are white."

"I've heard things."

He was lying. Even though I was friends with some of his family members, including his mother, I hadn't told anyone about Javier. "You've only heard your own prejudice," I said. "I'm hanging up."

"So he is black?"

"What an idiot! No, he's not black. If you really want to know, he's Latino. Happy now? Get out of my face."

"Latino? That's just fucking great, Adrienne. Why can't you stick with your own kind?"

"I stick with people who are intelligent and respectful. Unlike you. I'm hanging up." This time, I did.

He called back a few times, but I didn't answer, and he finally gave up. I shouldn't have been surprised. He'd always been prejudiced, and some of our worst arguments had occurred when he'd caught me looking at men of other races. I wasn't quite sure how he'd taken the fact that Javier lived in Massachusetts to mean that Javier wasn't white, but then again, he'd made wilder accusations. 

The final time he called, he left a voice mail. "You're nothing but a fucking whore, Adrienne, and I hope you're happy. No other man would want you anyway."

I wanted to throw the phone against the wall. How could he say that? Not that it was different from anything he'd ever said to me. I hated him! What fucking right did he have to treat me that way? I wasn't even his wife anymore; my personal life was none of his goddamn business!

I brought my arm back to fling the phone, but just as I was about to let go of it, it rang again. I figured it was him, but this time it was Javier. I swallowed hard to keep my anger and tears from showing in my voice and answered. "Hello?"

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately. 

"Nothing."

"Bull. I can hear it in your voice. What happened?"

I curled up on the couch. "I just got another phone call from my ex."

"Adrienne, why do you answer the phone when he calls? You know the man can't treat you respectfully. Why do you keep exposing yourself to that? You're stronger than that."

When Javier said I was strong, I almost believed it. That was about the only time I did. I'd been strong enough to leave my ex, but that had been a matter of survival more than anything, and it had taken me far too long to make the decision. Then again, I hadn't felt like I deserved to be treated any better than what my ex gave me. I still sometimes wondered whether I did.

"He calls until I answer," I said. 

"Then you shut off the ringer. I keep telling you that, don't I? You don't have to talk to anyone you don't want to. What did he say tonight?"

"He called me a whore, and he insulted you."

"Me? Why?"

I hesitated. I didn't want Javier to know what my ex had really said; it would just make him angry. My stomach twisted at the thought. "Just more of the crap like he said when I was at your place last weekend."

"I hope you told him I'm a piece of cock, not a piece of ass."

That got a laugh out of me, as it had the first time Javier had said it. "I didn't tell him that, but I'll make sure he's aware."

"Are you aware of it?"

"Yes, I think I've experienced your piece of cock."

"And was it a good experience?"

"Very good," I said.

"One you'd like to repeat?"

"Definitely."

"So you'd like to feel my long, thick cock inside your hot, wet pussy again?" 

It was pretty clear where this conversation was going, and I was glad to let it go there. Anything to take my mind off the conversation with my ex. I sat on the couch and put my feet up. "I'd love to feel that."

"You would, huh? And what would you do first?"

"I'd suck your cock."

"You'd take my thick cock into your mouth and suck it? You'd lick my shaft and tongue my balls until I was ready to empty my come into your waiting mouth?"

Damn, why did he have to be so far away? If he'd been closer, I would have jumped in my car, driven to him, and fucked him silly. The man was a master at phone sex, no question, and he never failed to make me so horny I could hardly stand it. "Yes, I would," I said.

"Would you rim my ass?"

Given how he'd reacted when I'd done that for him before, I had to say, "Yes, I would."

"Is that all you can say? Tell me what you would do, Adrienne."

A nervous giggle escaped me. "You say it a lot better than I could."

"Then you need to practice saying it. Tell me, what would you do to me?"

"I'd suck your cock," I said. What else could I say? "I'd savor the taste and texture of your cock in my mouth. I'd suck you until you came."

Javier laughed. "It's a start. We need to work on you telling me what you really want. But that's okay. Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"What would you want me to do about that?"

"Finger me like you did the night we met."

"You liked that, did you? You liked standing in the parking lot with me, with my hand up your skirt playing with your clit? Knowing that anyone could see us? People did, you know. There were people watching us."

I wasn't sure if that was true or not, but I couldn't deny how exciting the thought was. I'd never thought I was into exhibitionism, but I'd learned a lot about myself since I'd met Javier. "There were?"

"Yes, there were. How does that make you feel, carina?"

"I... I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Does it make you hornier to know that we were watched?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"I knew it would. You showed it that night. You have definite exhibitionist tendencies. Like when you sucked my cock while we were on the highway. You liked knowing that people might see, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to explore that more with you. There's a lot you don't know about yourself sexually, isn't there?"

"You know there is." I'd told Javier enough about my past for him to understand why that was the case.

"Would you like to explore it?"

"Yeah, I guess." I bit my lip. Why did the idea make me so uncomfortable? I trusted Javier as much as I was capable of trusting anyone. But that was the problem. I didn't trust anyone much. 

As usual, Javier picked up on my change in tone. "What's wrong?"

"It's just not what I'm used to. Exploring, I mean."

"You're not used to giving yourself permission to try things," he said. "Carina, sex is a good thing. It's a positive, enjoyable thing. It's okay for you to like what we've done so far, and it's okay for you to try new things with me if you want to. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. So where were we? Ah, yes, You liked it when I fingered you that first night. You know, I wanted to fuck you that night."

"I wanted that too."

"But someone didn't have her own room."

"Hey, wait a minute. I'm not the only one who didn't have a room that night."

"I live less than an hour from where the meet and greet happened. I didn't need a room."

"You still didn't have one."

"True. So back to what we were talking about. Did you like it when I sucked your juices from my finger?"

"Yes. That was hot."

"So you'd like to see me do that again?"

"Yes, I would. And I'd like you to go down on me."

"There you go. See, you can tell me what you want. You'd like to feel my tongue on your clit?"

"Yes." Almost without my realizing it, my hand started rubbing my pussy through my shorts. "I want you to taste me."

"I'd like that too. And then when we've tasted each other, I plunge my hard cock into your hot, wet hole and fuck you hard."

"Yes." I slipped my hand inside my shorts and panties. My pussy was soaking wet. 

"I pull out and come on your breasts."

"No," I said. "I don't like having anything on me."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No. But it sounds messy."

He laughed again. "Other women have told me it's very pleasurable. And it's hot for a man to see a woman wearing his cum. You should try it, but if you don't want to, that's all right too. In that case, I would have to come in your mouth, because I won't come inside you. I wouldn't want to take any chances."

"Okay. Then you pull out and I take you in my mouth again." My hand moved faster on my clit. "I suck you until you come in my mouth again."

"Then you keep sucking until I'm hard again, because we aren't done yet. Do you know what I'd do next?"

"Fuck my ass?"

"Uh huh. I'd penetrate your tight asshole slowly. You would feel the pain mixed with pleasure; you wouldn't know whether to beg me to stop or to continue."

"I don't like pain."

"It would only hurt for a moment, carina. I'd be gentle, I promise. You should have a butt plug; that would make it easier. Maybe I'll get you one for the next time I see you."

More nervous laughter from me at the thought of Javier buying me a butt plug. Or anything else. "When are we going to see each other again?" I asked to change the subject.

"We're going to the next meet and greet, aren't we? This time, we'll make sure we get a room. Some of the rooms there have Jacuzzis, right?"

"Yes. But the Jacuzzi rooms are expensive. A hundred and fifty, and they have a special rate for the other rooms for our group, so those are only sixty-five."

"Have you ever been in a Jacuzzi?"

"No."

"Then it's worth the extra price to make that happen for you. Let's make that a night of firsts for you, Adrienne. Anything you've never done, anything you've wanted to try, I want to make happen. So make a list."

"Making a list and checking it twice?"

"You make the list, I'll check it. Are you touching yourself now?"

"Yes."

"Make yourself come for me. I'm stroking my cock thinking about all the things we could do the night of the party. I want to hear you pleasuring yourself."

I wasn't sure I could do that over the phone. It made me feel awkward to know that someone was listening. But I pressed my finger against my clit harder, and in my mind I pictured Javier's beautiful brown eyes looking into mine, his naked body against mine contrasting brown with white. "Are you playing with yourself, carina?" he asked.

"Yes." I moaned softly.

"Are you pretending it's my fingers touching you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, Adrienne."

"It's your hand touching me. Your fingers. Your cock. Oh, fuck!" I was almost there. 

"Does it make you hot to hear my voice and know I'm listening to you?"

"Yes!"

"Then come for me. Let me hear you."

For a moment longer, I fingered my clit, then finally felt my orgasm hit. I cried out Javier's name as I came. "Good girl, carina," he said.

I tried to catch my breath. "Damn, that was almost as good as if you'd been with me."

"Almost, huh? Glad it wasn't as good; then you wouldn't need me anymore. Thank you for sharing that with me. I have to go finish some paperwork now. Talk to you soon, all right?"

"All right."

"Sleep with the angels."

"Sleep with the angels." I closed my phone and lay down. Within moments, I was asleep.

* * *

For a couple of days, I didn't hear from my ex. It was a welcome respite. The man was apparently incapable of letting me be happy, which was somewhat understandable since he was miserable himself. 

I didn't hear much from Javier either, unfortunately. I knew he was busy at work, but something felt off to me, like there was another reason he wasn't calling or IMing. I told myself it was just my own issues that made me think that way. After all, I still questioned why Javier was even interested in me, so it made sense that I'd try to sabotage it by convincing myself he wasn't interested anymore. But even though I tried to talk myself out of thinking that way, the sinking feeling in my stomach remained every time I thought about Javier. Which was constantly.

Thursday morning, the phone woke me. Half asleep, I answered without checking the caller ID. Big mistake. "So are you still fucking the spic?" my ex demanded.

"Are you still a racist asshole?" I snapped. 

"Don't call me an asshole."

"Then don't act like one. Get it through your head. We're no longer married. That means my personal life is none of your business. Go get a life of your own and leave me alone."

"Don't hang up. I need to ask you something."

"You call me and call a friend of mine something like that, and then you want to ask me something? Hell no!" If Javier was there, he'd have told me to hang up, I told myself. I didn't have to stay on the phone when my ex was like this. 

"It's important."

"No. My sanity's important, and you aren't helping it. Goodbye." I closed the phone.

Of course he called back several more times, but I managed to persuade myself not to answer. It was foreign to me to stand up to him; I'd only been able to do it because of Javier. But it felt good. It made me feel powerful to finally go through a day not letting my ex control things.

That night, Javier IMed. "How was your day?" he asked.

"My ex started shit with me first thing this morning, but I hung up and didn't answer when he called back," I replied.

"Good for you. How did that feel?"

"Great. He's done a lot to me over the years. It's about time I stood up for myself."

"That's what I've told you. Other than that, how was your day?"

"Good. Quiet. I didn't really do much, just some writing and hanging out in the chat room. How was yours?"

"Long. I had several sessions, and there was a crisis with one of my clients that necessitated staying at the hospital emergency room for a few hours until his mother could be found."

"That's too bad. Is he okay?"

"He will be, but I had to file paperwork to have Child Protective investigate his mother. She knew he was suicidal but had left him alone when she went to work. He's only ten, young to be left alone anyway, and this isn't the first time he's attempted to harm himself."

"Only ten?" 

"He's had some serious abuse in the past from his mother's boyfriends. That's why I see him."

"That's terrible."

"Yes, it is. But enough about that. I want to talk about cheerful things. Have you made your list for the meet and greet?"

"No, not yet."

"It's a week from Saturday. You'd better get to work. We are still going, aren't we?"

I wanted to tell him no. I had such a strong feeling that I should break the date that I had to get up and walk away from the computer to keep myself from saying so. I'd always had good instincts, and I'd learned to listen to them. But I didn't want to believe that anything would go wrong with Javier. After a few seconds I sat back down and typed, "Of course we are."

"You had to think about that for a while."

"No, I thought someone was at the door."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why did you take so long to answer me?"

The sinking feeling hit my stomach again. He was angry, I could feel it. What could I say to calm him? "I told you, I went to the door. I answered you as soon as I saw your question."

"If you don't want to go to the meet and greet, say so. Don't make excuses."

"I'm not." I forced back tears. "I do want to go."

"Well, maybe I don't. I feel like you're lying to me, and I don't like that."

"I'm not lying." Another lie. 

"I don't believe you. I'll let you know if I want to go to the meet with you." He signed out abruptly.

I gave up trying to keep back the tears. How had he known I was lying? Or had he just assumed? Whichever the case, I'd fucked up. "I can't do anything right!" I shouted. "I'm such a fucking screw up!"

That didn't help, of course. I started crying harder. I'd never been able to handle other people's anger well, especially after years with my ex had taught me that anger hurt. Even before that, though, I'd cringed any time anyone raised their voice at me, and I'd always believed that if someone got mad, that was the end of the friendship or relationship. Which meant that I'd just completely lost Javier, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

For an hour, all I could do was sob. Every time I thought I'd calmed down, I thought again about the conversation and the tears started all over again. When I heard the IM tone on my computer, I ignored it, but then got curious about who it was. Was it possible that Javier wanted to talk to me again?




Brown Eyes Ch. 06



It wasn't Javier, but it was someone I wanted to talk to. My friend Tom. I sat down and typed, "Hi, how are you?"

"Good. You?"

"I've been better, but I'll be okay." I wanted to tell him about the argument with Javier, but I wasn't sure he'd want to hear about it.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked.

"Just stuff going on."

"How are things going with Javier?"

Okay, so maybe he wouldn't mind hearing about it. "We had an argument a little while ago. I'm not even sure what it was about, but I guess we aren't going to the meet and greet."

"That's too bad. You two make a good couple."

"We aren't a couple." 

"You aren't?"

"We're just friends with benefits. That's what he said."

"That's bullshit. I've seen you two together, Adrienne. You definitely aren't just friends."

"He says we are."

"I saw how he looks at you. That says a lot more than his words. He cares a lot about you. Anyone can see it. I don't think you have to worry about the argument."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm pretty smart. I'm usually right."

Maybe he was right. I definitely hadn't felt like Javier and I were just friends, regardless of what Javier said. And Deirdre had said pretty much the same thing Tom was saying. If they'd seen it too, I might not be crazy. And if they were right about that, Tom might be right that Javier and I would make up from the argument.

Tom and I chatted for a while longer, and he showed me photos of his prize-winning Chevy Monte Carlo show car. When he finally said good night and signed off, I felt better. There were no messages from Javier, but the argument didn't weigh as heavily on my mind as it had before. 

* * *

I was up early the next morning, for no other reason than that I wanted to be. Even though I wasn't getting paid, it was nice to have time to sit and do nothing. 

After making a cup of coffee, I sat down at my computer. An IM from Javier popped up almost immediately. "How are you?" he asked.

"Better than yesterday."

"I'm sorry. When I get angry, I say things I don't mean. After I have some time to think about it, I calm down. What was wrong last night?"

I couldn't lie to him again, but I couldn't tell him the truth either. So I found a middle ground. "I'm nervous about going to the meet and greet. I keep thinking something's going to go wrong."

"There's nothing to be nervous about, carina. Why didn't you just tell me that last night?"

"I thought you'd think I didn't want to go, and I do."

"Then that's all you had to say. I have to get going; I have to go with Child Protective to a client's home this morning, but I wanted to make sure we were okay before I left. We are okay, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. Take care, carina."

"You too." 

He signed out. I scrolled back and reread the short conversation. Even though I still felt like I shouldn't go to the meet and greet, the feeling wasn't as strong. And Tom had been right about the argument not lasting. 

Was he right about how Javier felt about me, too?



Brown Eyes Ch. 07



It was an absolute nightmare. Javier and I argued. He paid attention to every woman at the party except for me. I sat on the sidelines in tears, watching him drift further and further away from me, until the phone rang.

Startled, I jumped and almost fell off the couch. The nightmare had been only that, though I was still in the grip of it. I fumbled for my cell phone on the coffee table and managed to flip it open just in time. "Hello?"

"Hello, Adrienne. Did I wake you?"

Javier's voice filled me with warmth, but also brought back the pain and fear from the nightmare. "You did, but that's a good thing," I said. "It's good to hear your voice."

"Yours too, carina. But I can let you go if you want to sleep."

"No, I'd rather talk to you."

"Is something wrong?"

"I had a nightmare. Your call woke me up from it, thank goodness."

"About?"

I didn't want to discuss my fears about the upcoming party he and I were supposed to attend. I spent way too much time talking to him about things I was afraid of, and I was sure he was tired of hearing it. "It's hard to remember," I lied. "Just stuff from my past, I think. But I feel like I'm still in the middle of the dream. It was so realistic."

"You're not. You're awake, all that is over, and I'm with you."

I felt so safe when he said that. The concerns about the party were still there; ever since Javier had first asked me if I wanted to go, my stomach had twisted every time I thought about it. But Javier's voice wrapped around me like a blanket, and I felt a little better.

"I wish you really were here," I said.

"I wish we were together. But you're so far away. I can't come to see you; I can't be gone that long in case one of my social work clients needs me. And besides, from what you've told me about where you live, your neighbors might not think much of a Latino showing up."

"It wouldn't be any of their business. And if they thought anything, it would probably be that I had a hot guy visiting me."

"You'd be surprised. Some people can be very prejudiced. But we'll be together in two more days at the meet and greet, relaxing in the Jacuzzi in our hotel room, letting you experience new things. Have you made your list yet?"

"List?" Then I remembered Javier's request that I make a list of the sexual things I wanted to try. "No, not yet."

"Time's running out, carina. You want to try anal, right?"

"Right."

"So you have to remember your butt plug so you'll be ready for me. Ready to feel my long, thick cock penetrating your nether hole. Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"And you want to feel my tongue on your clit. What else do you want to do?"

"I don't know." 

"Yes, you do. Make your list, Adrienne. Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes."

"To feel my warm cum flowing down your throat?"

"Yes." My pussy started to pulse. 

"Are you getting wet?"

"Very. I can't wait till Saturday."

"Neither can I, carina. Are you going to wear the dress you wore the night we met?"

My face flushed as I remembered the minidress I'd worn that night, and Javier's hands reaching under it to touch me in the parking lot at the bar. "No, I'm not wearing that," I said. "Everyone's seen it. I'm not sure what I'm going to wear."

"Make it something short and sexy. If you don't know what to wear, bring a couple of outfits and I'll help you choose."

I yawned. "Okay."

"You're tired, carina. I'll let you go. No more nightmares, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

"Good. Sleep with the angels."

"Sleep with the angels."

* * *

Saturday morning, I woke up earlier than I wanted to. My mind was already racing with thoughts of the night to come. My gut clenched at the idea of driving the two and a half hours to the hotel. What if Javier didn't show up? What if he and I got into an argument like the one in my nightmare? I'd felt for days like going to the party would end badly, but I didn't have any other reason not to go. Just my own paranoia. Surely that was all it was.

With my mind stuck on all that, it was no wonder I couldn't get back to sleep. I went downstairs and turned on my computer. Leaving it to start up, I went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. When I went back to my desk, there was an instant message from Javier. "What time can we check into the hotel?"

I sat down and typed, "Hang on. I'll call and ask."

"No hurry."

I called the hotel and learned that check-in was at three. After a little negotiation, I arranged for Javier and me to check in at one thirty, and typed the information to Javier. "That's good," he replied. "We'll have more time to play before the party."

"Yeah, as long as we don't get so involved we don't want to leave the room."

"That wouldn't be a bad thing. I have to go get some things done if I'm to be able to go. Call me when you leave your house."

"I will."

Part of me hoped that he wouldn't be able to finish what he had to do. If he couldn't make it, there wouldn't be anything for me to worry about. Another part of me wanted to tell Javier I couldn't make it after all, but he'd already signed out.

I finished my coffee, took a shower, and was ready to get on the road by ten thirty. Even though it wouldn't take me three hours to get to the hotel, I decided to leave. It was better than being home getting stressed about the trip.

On the way, I stopped a couple of times for food and drinks. I got to the hotel at exactly one thirty. Since Javier wasn't there yet, I paid for the room and got settled in. As settled as I could be, anyway.

An hour later, Javier still hadn't shown up. Had he decided not to come? I'd been stood up for dates before, but that didn't seem like something Javier would do. Had something happened to him?

I picked up my cell phone. I'd just located his number in the address book when the phone rang. "Javier? Where are you?" I asked.

"Lost. Where the hell is that hotel?"

I cringed at the anger in his voice, but tried to cover it when I replied, "Route one forty-six south. You take the same exit you take to go to the bar where we met, and follow the signs to the route."

"Great," he muttered. "I've already gone past that exit. If my goddamn GPS hadn't been stolen, I would have been there an hour ago."

"Your GPS was stolen?"

"Yeah, some asshole broke into my car in the parking lot of my building. That's why I'm running late; I had to wait for the police to show up. Thank God I hadn't left my laptop in the car. But they took my GPS and my satellite radio. Perfect fucking timing; I needed both today. What's the exit number, do you know?"

I told him. "Where are you now?"

"About five exits past that. Fuck. I'll have to get off the fucking highway and turn around. I'll call you back when I'm heading in the right direction." He hung up.

I curled up in a ball on the bed to try to ease the ache in my stomach. I'd heard Javier angry, but never this angry. I almost hoped he'd stay lost; I was afraid to be around him. To be around anyone who was furious. It usually got taken out on me.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. "I'm going the right way," Javier said when I answered. "It says one mile to the exit. When I get off, which way do I go?"

"Left off the exit, then left again at the second light." I closed my eyes to visualize the route; I didn't want to think about what might happen if I gave him the wrong directions. "Yeah, that's right."

"Are you sure?" he snapped.

A lump came to my throat. "Yes, I'm sure. Route one forty-six south. Let me know once you're on the route, and I'll walk out to the side of the road to help you find the entrance to the hotel. It's hard to spot."

"I remember that much from the night we met. Okay."

He was silent for a few moments, then said, "Okay, one forty-six south. Found it. How far is the hotel?"

"You're about five minutes away. I'll head down." 

I slipped on my shoes and left the room, making sure I had the key card. Javier and I chatted as I walked; now that he was no longer lost, Javier sounded calmer. 

I stopped at the edge of the road and strained my eyes for Javier's car. "I don't see you," he said.

"I don't see you yet either. What are you passing?"

"A gas station." He named it.

"Okay. In a minute or so, you'll come to a traffic light. I can see the light from here. The hotel's only about half a mile past that, maybe not even that far. I'm right beside the road."

He was silent again, then finally said, "Okay, I'm coming to the light."

I squinted in the sunlight. "I think I see you." I started waving. "Do you see someone by the side of the road waving like an idiot?"

"Yes, I do. If you flap any harder, you'll fly away."

That might have been a good thing. As I watched his car getting closer, I got more tense. Did he blame me for his getting lost? When he pulled to a stop beside me, I took a few seconds to close my phone and slip it into my pocket before I got into the car. That gave me a chance to take a few deep breaths and try to settle down.

Javier's deep brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses, making it hard for me to gauge his mood. He leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. "Good to see you."

"You too. I'm glad you made it."

"So am I. I could really use two of the three B's right now. Backrub and blowjob."

"We'll see what we can do."

He drove along the shoulder of the road to the hotel entrance. When he made the turn, he sighed. "Finally. Where's our room?"

"In the back building."

Javier parked, and we went to our room. "Nice place," he said. He ran his hand along the side of the Jacuzzi. "How come you haven't filled this yet?"

"I was waiting for you." I stood warily by the door. After years with my ex, I'd learned to be on my guard when someone was angry, even if they seemed to have settled down. There was no way to know whether the volcano might erupt again. 

Javier held out his arms to me. "What's wrong, carina? Aren't you happy to see me?"

I hugged him. "Of course I am. I was worried about you, that's all."

"Worried that I wasn't going to show up when I was late? Or worried that I was mad at you when I called?"

"Worried that you were mad," I admitted.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because you got lost on the way to meet me."

"So why would I be mad at you? Did you make me get lost?"

"No."

"Did you steal my GPS?" His voice rose.

"No."

"Then why the hell would I be mad at you?"

My shoulders slumped as I hunched over, trying to hide like I usually did when someone yelled. "I don't know."

"Have I ever given you any reason to think I'd get mad at you for things that aren't your fault?"

"No." I just had reasons to believe that anyone would be angry with me for anything. 

"So why would you think I'd be angry with you now?"

Against my will, I felt myself slumping further. "Because you're raising your voice."

Javier took off his sunglasses and gave me a look filled with both anger and understanding. "You're scared of me right now, aren't you?" he asked in a quieter tone.

"A little."

"Don't you understand that I would never hurt you? Maybe I shouldn't have come. I should leave."

I shook my head as the tears started to fall. "I want you to stay. Please."

"You aren't acting like it. I was stressed about having my car broken into and getting lost. I thought I'd be able to come here and relax with you, and instead you're crying and telling me you're afraid of me. Adrienne, when I get angry I get loud. It's me. It's the way I am. And then it blows over. You have to understand that if you want to be with me. I wasn't angry with you at all."

But he was now. I leaned against the wall and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. I couldn't cry. I had to fix this. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be sorry. Just stop and think. Do you think I would hurt you if I got angry with you?"

"No."

"Yes, you do." He reached out to touch me, and involuntarily, I flinched. He took a deep breath. "Adrienne, talk to me. Tell me what's going on in your head, because otherwise I have to think you don't want me here."

"It scares me when people get angry," I said. "You don't know what it means when people get angry."

"It means they're angry, and they get over it." He took a step toward me. I managed not to shrink back only because the wall prevented me. "I only know a little about your marriage, but I've heard enough to have a pretty good idea of what it was like when he got angry. I'm not him, Adrienne. Look at me."

I looked up and met a pair of deep brown eyes that were now filled with concern. "I know you're not him," I said. "But I've only known you a few weeks, and I'd never seen you that angry."

"I have a hot temper. It's the way every male in my family is. Can you blame me for losing my temper after the day I've had?"

"No. But I was afraid you were mad at me about getting lost."

"Not at all. You're the one who gave me the directions to get here, aren't you? I was mad at myself for being that stupid, and mad at the asshole who stole my GPS. Not at you. Come sit down with me, okay?"

In addition to the king-size bed, the room contained a loveseat. Javier took my hand and led me to it, and we sat down together. He put his arm around me and I started to feel more secure. "Talk to me," he said again.

"I talk about my ex too much."

"Sometimes you do, yes. But I'm asking this time. I could just walk out that door and go home, but I don't want to do that. I want to be with you tonight, and we have to work this out first. So tell me."

"It was never pretty when my ex got mad at me," I said. "And no matter what actually triggered his anger, it was always directed at me. If he lost a job, it was my fault because I wasn't supportive enough. If he caught a cold, it was my fault because I worked at a school and must have brought the virus home. If he couldn't find something, it was because I either hid it or hadn't made sure it was put where he could find it. Most of the time when he got mad, he just yelled at me. Pretty nasty yelling; swearing, calling me names, but still just yelling. But sometimes he threw things at me or broke things that he knew were important to me."

"Did he ever hit you?"

I nodded. "Two or three times while we were married. And once he... never mind."

"What did he do, carina?" 

Javier's voice was soft, caring, and it gave me the courage to say what I'd never wanted to admit to anyone. "He raped me. I had a male friend who came over for supper, and my ex convinced himself I was having an affair with my friend. So he forced me to have sex with him to 'prove' that I wasn't."

Tears started to fall, but this time I made no attempt to stop them. Javier stroked my hair and said nothing for a few moments. For a second, I was afraid I'd said too much, but I relaxed when I realized I could feel his caring and concern. His love, even though he'd never said it and I doubted he would. Finally he said, "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that."

"Thank you for listening."

"I'll always listen to you if you need me to." He hugged me. "We're friends, aren't we? Friends are there for each other."

"Yeah." Just friends. No matter how much I wished there could be more.

"What are you thinking?"

I couldn't tell him what I was really thinking, so instead I said, "I'm wondering what you think of me now that I've told you that."

"I don't think anything different of you. I think your ex-husband is a fucking asshole and if I ever saw him, I'd probably pound the shit out of him. No man has the right to treat a woman that way, and no woman deserves it. Do you understand that? You didn't deserve what he did."

"I know."

"Have you gotten counseling?"

"No. I keep meaning to, but I think I have to get a referral from my doctor, and I haven't gotten around to it yet."

"You need to. There's no shame in getting counseling, and with all this hanging over you, I think you need it. You have to learn to handle it when someone gets angry around you. You had me kind of scared the way you were reacting just now. I understand why now, but before you explained, I didn't know what was going on. Promise me you'll look into counseling."

"I promise." Which meant I'd have to do it; I never broke promises if I could help it.

"Thank you." He kissed my cheek. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"For what? All I did was listen."

"That's a lot."

"I'm glad it helped you." 

We stayed there together for a few minutes. Gradually the tension and fear left me. I couldn't believe Javier was being so patient with me, but I was thankful for it.

After a while, I turned toward him to thank him again. His lips met mine, stifling my words. The brief kiss grew deeper when his tongue parted my lips to meet my tongue. He cupped my cheek with one hand, and ran the other down my side, almost but not quite touching my breasts. I shivered at his touch, not out of fear but from arousal.

"Let's move to the bed," Javier suggested. "You can give me those two B's."

"You deserve them," I agreed.

He lay on his stomach on the bed. Straddling his hips, I massaged his shoulders. He groaned appreciatively and relaxed into the pillow and mattress. "That feels nice, carina."

"I'm glad," I said. "You're so tense, it's like knots."

"It's worse in my midback." He used his thumb to point to the spot. "I injured my back years ago playing high school football."

When I got to the spot he'd indicated, I found he was right. That part of his back was so tense and tight it made his neck and shoulders seem relaxed. For quite a while, I worked on his back and shoulders. As he became more relaxed, so did I. At least he wasn't angry anymore. 

Finally he said, "That's enough, Adrienne. Any more and I'll fall asleep."

"Are you ready for your second B now?" I teased.

"You know it."

He rolled onto his back and lay still. It took me a moment to catch on that he was waiting for me to undo his pants. I did so, and reached in to stroke his cock. "You don't have to be so gentle with it," he said.

I grasped him more firmly and moved my hand back and forth along his cock. He raised his hips so I could pull down his pants and boxers. With his cock revealed, I bent my head and took the tip into my mouth. "That's it," he moaned. "Suck that cock, baby."

His thick brown cock was too long for me to take completely into my mouth, but I did my best, fondling his balls as I sucked. He twined his fingers in my hair and tugged gently. The wetness in my pussy when he did that surprised me. 

"Suck my balls, carina," he murmured after a few moments.

I licked down his shaft to his balls and gently sucked one, then the other. Alternating between them, I stroked his cock until he replaced my hand with his own. "Go lower," he said.

I moved down to rim his asshole while he continued handling his cock. It was only a minute or so before he said, "I'm going to come."

Quickly I moved up to cover his cock with my mouth, just in time to receive his cum. I swallowed it all. "Good girl," he said. "Give me a few minutes, and then you can try to get me hard again."

"Why would I want to do that?" I joked.

"So I can fuck your sweet pussy and your tight little ass. Why don't you fill the Jacuzzi?"

I got up and went to the Jacuzzi, but couldn't figure out how to fill it. I didn't want to admit to Javier how challenged I was with it, but after a few seconds he got up and said, "You don't know how?"

"No. You know I've never been in one."

"Yeah, but it isn't hard to do. No problem, though." He turned on the water. "Did you bring your butt plug?"

My face got warm. "Yes, and some lube."

"Good. Get it and let's put it in so you'll be ready for my cock when it's time."

"I'm going to have it in in the Jacuzzi?"




Brown Eyes Ch. 07



"It's rubber, right? Water isn't going to hurt it, and once it's in it won't matter if the lube washes away. Unless you've changed your mind about having me fuck your ass."

"I haven't changed my mind." I just wasn't sure about putting in a butt plug. Especially with Javier watching.

"Then take it out. Don't be nervous, carina. I won't do anything to hurt you."

I got the plug and bottle of lube out of my bag. "You have to undress," Javier pointed out.

Slowly I stripped out of my shirt and shorts. Javier had seen me naked before, of course, but for some reason I was more embarrassed about it this time. He caressed my back. "You look beautiful," he said, as though he'd sensed my concern.

"Thank you." I went into the bathroom and got a hand towel, which I lay on the bed. "I'm not completely sure how to put this in," I said. "I mean, I've done it before, but..."

"I'll help you."

He took the plug from me and slathered some lube on it. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed," he said. 

I followed his direction, but lowered my head to the mattress. I knew I needed to relax, and that was the position in which I thought I'd be best able to relax. I felt the cold lube on my asshole, then Javier started easing the plug in. "Relax, Adrienne," he said. "Take deep breaths and open yourself for me."

I wasn't sure I could open; I wasn't completely sure what he meant. But finally I felt the plug go further into me. It felt strange, almost uncomfortable but not completely. I whimpered as he pushed it all the way in. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"A little."

"It'll stop. Just relax. Or we can take it out if you want."

"No, leave it in. I'll get used to it." I was curious about anal sex, and I thought I trusted Javier enough to try it with him. Since we'd tried it before with painful results for him, clearly I had to have the plug in.

"Sit up," Javier said.

I did. The plug felt even stranger when I sat on my ass, but I was getting used to it. Javier went over to the Jacuzzi. "Just about full, and it's the perfect temperature. Are you ready for this?"

"I think so." 

He laughed. "It'll be fine, carina. Just water; nothing to be afraid of."

"I didn't mean the Jacuzzi."

"Well, I did." He stripped and got into the tub. "Come on."

I had to have help to climb into the tub. I was afraid my butt plug would come out. Once I was in, I gingerly sat down beside Javier. 

He turned on the jets, and the water churned. "Isn't this relaxing?" he said.

"Yeah."

I leaned back against the side of the tub and closed my eyes. The knot in my stomach was almost gone now; whatever had made me so afraid to show up didn't matter anymore. Javier and I had argued, but we'd gotten through it. 

I felt his hand on my leg and opened my eyes. Before I could speak, his lips covered mine. As he kissed me, he slipped his hand between my legs. He rubbed my clit, then penetrated me with two fingers. "Your pussy's nice and tight," he said. "Do you want me to fuck it?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Here? You could sit on my cock."

"No, not here." I wasn't sure how comfortable that would be.

"All right, carina." He stood up and took my hand to pull me to my feet. His cock was fully hard against him. "Let's move to the bed, then, because I want to feel your hot, tight pussy around my cock now."

We got out of the tub, and he lay on his back on the bed. "Ride me," he said.

I straddled him and lowered myself onto his cock. With his cock in my pussy and the plug in my ass, I felt incredibly full, almost beyond what I could stand. "Fuck!" I cried.

"Do you like this, carina? Do you like fucking my cock while your ass is full?"

"Yes!"

"Then fuck me harder, Adrienne."

I raised and lowered myself as fast as I could without losing my balance, fucking him harder and harder. I was almost over the brink when he took hold of the butt plug and started moving it in and out of my ass. That did it. I screamed as I came.

Javier pulled me down against him. "Catch your breath," he said. "That was a good one, huh?"

"Fuck," I said. "Oh, my god!"

"Uh huh. Get up."

I wanted to keep his cock inside me, but I moved off him. "Now that you're nice and relaxed, do you know what I'm going to do?" he asked.

"Fuck my ass?"

"Fuck your ass. Get in the position you were in before."

I got on my knees again and lowered my head so it rested on the pillow. Javier eased the plug out of my ass and put more lube on me. "I'll go slow," he promised. "If it hurts too much, tell me."

His cock pressed against my asshole, and he pushed. I tensed for a second, but quickly made myself relax. When the head of Javier's cock penetrated me, it hurt and I yelped. "Okay?" he asked.

"Keep going," I said, despite the tears that stung my eyes.

After a second, the pain let up. Slowly, just a little at a time, Javier slid his cock inside my ass. Finally I felt him against me. "It's in," he said. "How does it feel?"

"Strange, but good."

"Should I fuck you?"

"Yes."

He started thrusting into me. "I won't last long," he warned. "I'm going to come in your ass. Do you want that?"

"Yes." I breathed heavily. There was some pain, but pleasure overpowered it. 

Javier fucked me harder. "Nice, tight ass," he moaned. "Oh, fuck, Adrienne, your ass feels so good! Do you like this?"

"Yes!" I felt like I was going to come again.

"Play with yourself," he said. "Make yourself come while I fuck your hot ass."

I reached under myself and fingered my clit. Just as I felt myself about to come, Javier groaned and tensed. "I'm filling your ass with my cum," he said softly. "Do you want my cum?"

"Fuck, yes!" My own orgasm hit me, and I let out a wail.

Javier pulled out and got off the bed. "I need to wash up," he said. "You probably should as well. I'll be right out."

He shut himself in the bathroom. I lay down on my stomach, trying to decide if my ass hurt or not. It definitely felt different, a little sore but not unbearably so. I'd never thought I would be able to relax enough with anyone to allow anal, especially after the first time Javier and I had tried, but this time had seemed easy.

Javier came back, and I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I washed quickly, removing the lube from myself and letting the water relax me further. I was half asleep when I went back to the bed. Javier lay there with his eyes closed. "Come here, carina," he said.

I lay down, and he put his arms around me. With my head on his chest, I closed my eyes, but couldn't let myself sleep. I fidgeted against him. "Take a nap, carina," he said. "I'm going to. I think we wore each other out."

"I think so too, but what about the party?"

"We can go late. Or not at all. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

I moved slightly closer to him, and his arms tightened around me. From him, I felt the love that I wished he would state. I felt safe with him; all the fears I'd had about tonight were gone And I felt something more, something I hadn't thought I'd ever feel with anyone.

Trust.