Chapter 8
David Butler called Laura Monday afternoon, and she went out with him that night. She went out with him every night for the next week. He took her to the better restaurants and dancing at the imagine nightclubs. To her amazement, he seemed perfectly content just being with her.
By the end of the week, she was sure she had picked another dud. Why hadn't he at least made a pass at her? Was something wrong with him? Was something wrong with her? Maybe she just wasn't his cup of tea. Whatever, his reserved nature bugged her. She took his lack of sexual interest as a challenge.
Which was not at all what she had in mind when she started dating him. She had toyed with the idea their relationship might develop into something serious. Not marriage, necessarily. She didn't know if she was ready for something that serious. But it would be nice to have a main man in her life. Just for a change. However, a totally asexual man couldn't be her main squeeze. She was already getting fidgety from having gone without sex for a whole week! Going without cumming, as she thought of it.
She agreed to meet him at his favorite pub on the edge of town Saturday night for a drink before going to dinner. As she dressed, she made up her mind to stop seeing him after tonight. She could be having too much fun. Or so she told herself, temporarily forgetting Burt Evans and Derek Hall.
She got out of her car and smoothed the dress that clung so tightly to her rich, sexy figure. She wondered why she turned down Gwen's invitation to a little swap party with her and Abby and their husbands. Sharing four tongues and two cocks would have been far more fun than meeting a man who didn't seem interested in sex of any kind.
She stepped inside the pub and soft music caressed her senses. She waited for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dark interior, then looked for David. She saw only two couples in the place, and they were totally engrossed with each other. She crossed to a booth along the wall. Her tight dress slid up her legs as she sat down, exposing half of her thighs.
She was about to signal the waitress when David slid into the cozy dark booth and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hi. Thanks for meeting me here. I need to talk to you. Something important." He looked at the waitress, who had appeared out of the dark. "Two double martinis. Very dry." He waited for the waitress to leave and said, "I feel comfortable here. We'll have dinner later."
"It must be something damned important since you ordered double martinis. Or damned difficult."
Maybe he was going to break if off and save her from having to do it. She studied his face as she waited for him to respond. He wasn't a handsome man. Not that he was ugly. He was.. . well, average. And, yet, there was something appealing about him. Something she couldn't put her finger on. Something hidden just beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered. She wondered suddenly if she would ever have the chance to discover the unknown factor, whatever it was.
"It's both important and difficult, in a way. I'm not a very demonstrative person, so.. . "
"Don't I know it!" she interrupted.
He smiled weakly, waited for the waitress to leave after serving their drinks, and continued, "So, it's hard to talk about myself, about my feelings. This past week has been loads of fun. I have never enjoyed being with anyone as much as I enjoy being with you."
She waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she said, "But? A but always follows a pregnant pause, doesn't it?" She felt sure she knew what he was going to say.
"Yes, there's a but. I can't go on this way. I've been trying to say this to you for days. The truth is, woman, you drive me crazy! You knocked me off my feet when I saw you at the resort." He drank half of his martini in one gulp, studiously avoiding looking at her. I want to fuck you so badly it hurts," he said, so softly she barely heard him.
Laura was stunned. Her heart skipped several beats while she digested his statement. The shoe was now on the other foot, and it pinched! She had no idea how to handle the situation. David evidently thought she was a prim and proper schoolteacher. As her parents would have said, a virginal old maid! Oh, if only he knew! And therein lay the problem.
How would he react, what would he think of her, when he learned the truth? She didn't have to tell him all the intimate details of her life. Still, she did live a particular lifestyle, and she wasn't about to give it up. She put her hand on his thigh to establish more intimate contact, and finished her drink. She signaled the waitress and ordered another round, stalling for time.
"David, you don't really know me. We live in two totally different worlds."
"Oh, I know you must think that I'm a fuddy-duddy, some sort of rich snob lawyer even. I'm really a pretty nice guy once you get to know me. I can make you very happy, if you'll let me. Having scads of money should never stand in the way of a good relationship."
Laura waited until the waitress served their drinks and went away again. She moved her hand closer to his crotch and stared at her glass as if trying to find an answer in the frosty liquid.
"I'm not talking about your money. With very little effort, you can always spend the damned stuff easier than get it. Honestly, anyway." She inched her hand along the inside of his thigh, hoping he dressed to the right. "I'm well aware of that. Anyone who says they're not interested in money, or doesn't want it, is a damned fool, or a damned liar." She knew only one way to find out how he would respond to her sexual nature. "You don't know me. Who and what I am. About my lifestyle, that has nothing to do with having scads of money. To be very blunt, it has to do with sex."
"Are you trying to shock me? I might not be the prude you think I am."
"No, David, I'm not trying to shock you. I'm trying to be very honest and open with you. I don't want you to dive in before you know how deep the water is. If you want shock, however, I'm sure I can do that, too. What if I offered to give you a superb blow job right here and now?" To emphasize her question, she opened his zipper. She hadn't been able to find his cock so far.
Probably a little one, easy to hide, she thought. That would be just my luck, considering the way the last two men disappointed me.
"If you can, you would be one of the select few." He put his hand on the bare flesh of her thigh showing below the hem of her short dress. "Maybe you're the one who is about to bite off more than she can chew." His hand began to move slowly back and forth, caressing the silky flesh on the inside of her thigh. He went higher each time, pushing her dress up, moving steadily toward her crotch.
The heat of the booze spread quickly from the pit of her stomach, making her feel warm all over. Alcoholic euphoria wasn't the only reason for her flushed skin, however. She was getting hot. The prospect of finding out if he was a good lover appealed to her. She looked forward to spreading for him. Without giving in too easily, of course.
"You think so, huh?" she said teasingly. "Do you really think that I'm so inexperienced? Or that I'm just a tease?"
He leaned over and nibbled the delicate lobe of her ear. "I don't think you're inexperienced or a tease." His hand moved along her thigh, inching closer to her crotch. He could already feel the heat of her pussy. "You have a very strong sexual aura."
She finally found the zipper tab and pulled it down. She stuck her hand through the opening and fished around for his cock. And got the shock of her life.
"Good God!" she whispered in disbelief. "What in the world do you have in there, a stick of salami?" She thought she had her hand on his leg. Then she found an end to the thing. Big cocks were fine, but this was ridiculous!
"No deli delights, Laura. It's all me. Why do you think I said you would be one of the select few if you sucked me off? Many have tried and failed. Most have taken one look and declined without even trying."
"I don't believe this. This thing is a damn club! No ordinary man could have such a big one. What doctor does that kind of transplant? And what did the donkey have to say about losing his cock?" Her resolve to make him work at getting her into bed suddenly went by the wayside. The beast she was trying to wrap her fingers around was a challenge she simply couldn't resist. A greater challenge than any she had ever faced. "I don't have that much experience, but I've never even heard of one this big. I've got to see it!"
"Not here," he said, gently removing her hand and zipping up his pants. "If you take it out, it will get hard and we would have to wait hours before we could leave. Let's go to my place."
"Okay, but don't expect me to look at your etchings or collection of old masters, or whatever line you use to lure naive women into your den of iniquity. I appreciate fine art, you understand, but you have something more interesting to look at. Or whatever."
Her quick agreement delighted him. When he first met her, he sensed something different about her, an aura that separated her from the other women he knew. Her stock went up immeasurably the instant she indicated her willingness to at least try to suck his monster. A woman with an adventurous spirit turned him on.
He escorted her outside and said, "We'll get your car later." He didn't want to waste time getting her where he could fuck her.
He kicked the front door of his house shut behind him, seized her and kissed her hungrily. His hard cock pressed into her belly as his hands roamed over her shapely body. He tried to fondle her tits and ass as he moved her toward the bedroom with awkward steps.
"Hey," she murmured with mild surprise.
"Why the caveman act? Give a girl time to catch her breath."
"Dammit, I've got to have you! My mind has been filled with pictures of your pussy all day." He pulled her into the bedroom, kissed her, and began to claw at her dress.
Normally, such rough treatment would have upset her. For a reason she couldn't explain, she wanted to take it slow and easy the first time she fucked him. She knew, however, that she was responsible for his behavior. Her words and actions in the pub had been like adding fuel to a fire that was already burning fiercely.
She looked at his crotch. He dressed to the left. She caressed his the hard cock through his pants. "Oh, my, you are hot, aren't you, lover?"
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you, dammit!"
"Okay, okay," she whispered, reaching behind her to open her zipper. Her dress fell in a puddle around her feet. She walked to the bed, wearing only a garter belt, hose and high heel sandals. "All right, lover. You're going to get it. You can have all the pussy you want."
He followed her, his breath coming in shallow pants. He hovered over her, groping her bare flesh, trying to feel all of her sensual body at once. She put one knee on the bed and bent over to climb in. He shoved his hand between her thighs and tried to get his finger into her pussy.
"Take it easy, baby," she said soothingly, finally getting the other leg up on the bed. "Damn, you're going to have your cock in my ear in a minute!" she giggled. Just let me get on the bed, then you can have me."
He rammed his finger into her pussy and she gasped out loud. He kept his finger in her as she fell forward on the bed and turned onto her back. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, automatically assuming the proper position, and he started to climb on the bed with her.
"Okay, lover, come and get it. But slow down, or you'll tear me apart with that club. Aren't you at least going to take your clothes off before you fuck me? Your zipper might scratch my pussy."
He grunted, backed off and began to yank at his clothes, paying little attention to the damage he did to buttons and zippers. The sight of her luscious snatch gaping between her shapely thighs further inflamed him. Her cunt was exquisite, just like the rest of her. He bent over and nuzzled his mouth into the tender wet flesh of her pussy.