Blind Date (9 page)

“Oh, darling,” she threw her arms around Merci. “It’s not that I’m so angry at you, I just hate to see you waste yourself on this guy. You are so much better than him.”

Merci hugged Liv back. She knew her old friend well enough to understand what she was doing and it was all right with her. Liv and Merci didn’t need to hang out their dirty laundry in a room full of people. Besides, it might just be the case that there would be an opening here which Merci could use to set things right with Liv again. Yes, Chris had hurt her, but it was also obvious he truly hadn’t intended to.

Liv ended her embrace and retreated a step. “What are you drinking?”

“Red wine.”

They walked together toward the bar. “Did Chris come with you?”

Merci nodded. “He had to go to the bathroom. He must have run into someone on the way back. Look, there he is now.”

Liv’s sour expression summed up her feelings on the subject.

Chapter Twenty Three

Merci

Merci lay back on her pillow and tried to decide if she had the energy to wipe Chris’ cum off her flesh. It seemed to be everywhere: slipping in slimy gobbets into the crevice between her breasts, pooling on her stomach, and leaking out of her pussy to stain the sheets.

While she was still considering the problem, her lover rolled over, pressed his cheek against her shoulder and slid his arm across her waist. “Wow,” he mumbled, “Merci, how do you keep doing this to me? Two orgasms back to back—again—it shouldn’t be possible.”

Somehow Merci found the strength to roll over on her side toward Chris. His cheek slipped off her shoulder and onto the pillow, while the slimy goo pooled in her navel leaked out and dribbled down her stomach. “Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath,” she said, “and we can try for number three.”

Chris groaned.

“Oh who are you kidding?” Merci asked. “There’s nothing you like better than sticking your cock in my pussy.”

“That’s not true,” Chris protested. “I like sticking it in your mouth and between your breasts as well.”

Merci arched her eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? Better than my pussy?”

Chris backed down. “Well maybe not better, but you ought to know that you’re getting damned good with that mouth of yours.”

Merci knew that was an exaggeration. Chris loved getting head but he was so damn big that she had trouble satisfying him orally. By the time she wedged most of that viper’s head between her lips there just wasn’t a lot of space left in her mouth for artistry with her tongue and she certainly couldn’t bob up and down on him.

A sly grin turned the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Of course, if you’re looking for new ways to excite me, you might let me try fucking your anus.”

As if of their own accord, both of Merci’s hands moved to cover her rear end. “You’re not putting that thing anywhere near my ass!”

Chris chuckled sleepily. “Just so we’re clear on this, is that a firm no or do we have room to negotiate?”

“No anal sex!” Merci said.

“Okay then,” Chris agreed.

To Merci’s surprise, he actually sounded disappointed. Had he really thought she’d let him try such a thing? She snuggled closer against him. “It’s okay, baby, there’s lots of other things we can do to get you off again.”

Chris’ arm tightened around her waist, encouraging her to press her body even more tightly against him. “Oh, that’s okay, anal sex is just one of those fantasies like having sex with two women or getting deep throated. It doesn’t have to ever happen. It’s just nice to think about once in a while.”

“So you want to have sex with two women?” Merci asked. The suggestion penetrated inside to tickle her seldom-wakened temper.

Chris sounded as if he was half a minute shy of falling asleep—a time of uncensored honesty in Merci’s opinion. “Sure, if you’re one of them. Don’t you ever dream of doing it with two guys?”

Now that was a nice idea. Merci imagined herself with Chris taking her from behind while she sucked Brad Pitt’s cock—two hot guys sliding in and out of her from either end. But why stop there? She imagined more naked men stroking long hard dicks as they stood above her—three, four, hell, why not a whole room full? “Mmmmmm.”

“So you like that idea?” Chris asked. He still sounded as if he was on the edge of sleep, but he was clearly following the conversation.

“Mmmhmmmm,” Merci agreed.

“Who are you thinking of? No wait—let me guess. Based on the last three videos we’ve rented I’ll go out on a limb and say Hugh Jackman.”

“You chose the X-Men movie and the one about Wolverine,” Merci reminded him.

“Oh, that’s right,” Chris mumbled. “So who then?”

“Brad Pitt.”

“Brad Pitt?”

“Of course, he’s scrumptious!”

Chris’ sense of outrage appeared to be helping to wake him up again. “Isn’t he yesterday’s news?”

“Oh, baby,” Merci said, “Brad is never going to be yesterday’s news.”

“But…” Chris stopped sputtering and forced himself up on one arm so he could look at Merci. “I don’t know what I’m complaining about. I should just be happy it’s not someone we can really sleep with.”

“Oh, so you don’t want to take me with another man?”

Chris shuddered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Chris insisted, “I just don’t want to share you.”

“That’s not it,” Merci said. “You shuddered. What’s wrong?”

Chris tried to deflect the conversation. “Maybe I’m worried you’ll want to trade me in for the new guy.”

Merci shook her head. “No, that doesn’t explain the shudder. Something skeeved you. What is it? Are you worried about getting naked with another guy?”

Chris shuddered again.

Merci clapped her hands together excitedly. “That’s it!” she squealed. “Oh, baby, making it with me and another man wouldn’t mean you’re gay.”

Chris sat up. “I didn’t say it would.”

“But you’re worried about it,” Merci said. “You don’t like the idea of rubbing up against another naked man.”

“Would you?” Chris countered, “against another woman, I mean.”

Merci started to laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t want to do her one on one, but if the guy was hot enough and I was drunk enough—yes, I think I could probably share.” She placed her hand on Chris’ inner thigh near his flaccid dick. “Especially if you offered me the right incentives.”

Chris’ sleepy brain clearly couldn’t adequately follow her line of thinking. “What are you talking about?”

Merci began to stroke his thigh. She was enjoying the conversation but couldn’t quite decide if she were serious. “We could trade,” she suggested, “two girls one night for you and two guys one night for me.”

“That is the craziest thing I ever heard,” Chris protested. His cock appeared to disagree with him.

Merci moved her fingers to encircle the lengthening shaft, rhythmically squeezing the engorging flesh.

“So you don’t want to barter?” she asked. “You don’t want to explore any possible terms?”

Chris rose to his knees on the mattress and Merci mirrored him. Her thick dark nipples grazed the smooth white flesh of his chest as her hand began to gently pump his rapidly hardening dick.

His hands cupped her waist. “What…what do you have in mind?”

This was fun! It never ceased to amaze Merci how easy it was to lead a man by his erection. She let her voice go all husky. “I’m suggesting that I might do another woman for you if you’d do a man with me.”

At the words
do a man
Chris’ spine stiffened and he began to pull away. “No, I can’t do that,” he told her. “I don’t do guys.”

Merci didn’t know if she was playing anymore, but she was certain she didn’t want Chris to get out of bed and leave her horny and alone. She tightened her grip on his thick erection. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” she said. “You and he would be doing me! You can take me from both ends. You wouldn’t even have to touch him.”

Chris hesitated, so Merci stroked his ego to encourage him. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. Look at the size of your dick and imagine how the other guy is going to feel by comparison.”

Chris smiled. It was a cocky, self-assured, bad boy sort of grin. “Maybe this is worth exploring after all,” he said. “Who do you have in mind?”

The question completely stumped Merci. “I don’t know. We’re just playing. I wasn’t thinking about an actual person—other than Brad Pitt.”

“That’s a good answer,” Chris told her. “I don’t want you thinking about other guys like that.” His lips closed over hers and his hands swept up Merci’s body to cup her breasts.

She loved the way he fondled her, gently teasing her nipples back to life while his erection grew ever more solid in her hand.

She broke the kiss, still feeling playful. “So what if I was thinking of someone?” she asked. “What would you do then?”

“After I beat the hell out of him, you mean? I’d have to give you a good reason to start thinking about me again.” He lifted one juicy nipple to his lips and began to nurse—pulling the puckered flesh taut and then sucking on it.

The resulting wave of pleasure rolled down Merci’s spine to fuel the inferno which was reigniting between her legs.

“That’s a…pretty good reason,” she stuttered.

Chris stretched the nipple until it broke free of his lips with a large popping sound. Then he lunged forward, driving Merci back onto the mattress and attacked her other breast with his mouth. She lost her grip on his cock, but almost caught his hand as it slipped between her thighs and felt her moist labia.

Chris stopped sucking. “Wet already?” he teased. “Are you sure you don’t have a specific guy in mind?”

“No,” Merci gasped, “just you.”

“I don’t think I believe you,” he said. He slipped rapidly down her body and stretched her thighs wider. Then he paused examining her as she quivered beneath him.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” he said. He ducked down and licked a slow circle around her hooded clit. Her hairless pussy was particularly sensitive since he had started shaving her regularly. “I’ll let you pick a guy to fuck you with me so long as he wears a condom and I get to fuck your ass afterwards.”

Merci’s body went rigid. “No,” she whispered. “You can’t—”

Chris slid his hand beneath her cheeks and lightly scratched the rim of her anus with his fingernail. The tight sphincter muscle contracted hard in response.

“Right here,” he whispered.

“N-no…”

He tickled her again with the sharp edge of his nail. When he spoke his mouth was almost touching her clitoris so that she could feel the hot moist breath that carried his words. “I think you want me to-”

Chris swallowed Merci’s clit, unsheathing the ultra-sensitive flesh with his lips. At the very same instant, his forefinger penetrated Merci’s anus.

It was a damn long time before she stopped climaxing.

Chapter Twenty Four

Merci

 “Hello?”

“Liv? It’s Merci.”

“Oh.”

The lack of enthusiasm in Liv’s voice was physically hurtful to Merci.

“Sorry about our little spat at the party.”

Merci wasn’t certain why she felt the need to apologize. Liv was the one who did the actual insulting and Liv was the one who’d let another half week go by without phoning.

“I’m just sorry I didn’t get to finish telling you what I really think!”

“Well now’s your chance.”

Liv’s voice tripled in volume. “You were supposed to hurt him!”

Like he hurt you? Merci wondered.

“You know, I’ve never been very good at hurting people,” Merci reminded her. “It’s just not my style.”

“Well did you have to make him look like a stud instead?” Liv’s exasperation might have been funny under other circumstances. “Honestly, Merci, when a drop dead gorgeous woman like you dates a guy it makes everyone think he’s something special.”

He is something special, Merci thought. That’s part of the problem. If Chris wasn’t such a stud this wouldn’t have hurt you half as much. She wondered what she could do to give Liv some of her self esteem back.

The silence began to stretch out longer than it should have, so Merci rushed to fill it. “I like him,” Merci said. “I didn’t expect to, but I genuinely do. Can’t you understand that?”

“Oh, Merci,” Liv’s voice dropped in volume as she attempted to adopt a more reasonable tone. “You’re so naive. I’m just afraid you’re going to get hurt again.”

“Well I’ve been hurt before,” Merci said. “If it happens again, I’ll get over it. But honestly, our only problem right now is you.”

“Can’t help you there,” Liv retorted, anger and scorn returning to her voice.

“Yes, you can,” Merci said. “Just get together with us for one evening-”

“No!”

Liv’s tone left no room for compromise, but Merci tried anyway. “It’s just one-”

“No!”

“We’ve been friends a long-”

“No!”

An idea came to Merci out of the blue and she ran with it before she had time to consider any of its potential consequences. All that she could think was that here was a way she might intrigue Liv and simultaneously start to patch her fractured ego. “Oh come on! It’s the only way he’s going to stop talking about you all the time!”

“What?”

Liv’s surprised question told Merci that her insight had been correct, but now she had to figure out how to capitalize on her initial success. “He can’t stop talking about you,” she repeated. “He knows we were roommates all those years ago and when we’re lying in bed chatting late at night he peppers me with questions.”