Guilty Pleasures (10 page)

Nina opened the door and stepped into her foyer, then leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply and slowly. She hadn’t been kissed since Charlie died. And she hadn’t been kissed like that ever. Wow! His kiss was everything she had ever imagined it would be. Did he realize he had just turned her life upside down? She doubted it, but he had. It was only early afternoon. She had at least six hours until the Channel opened. She could hardly wait. Nina decided to take a nap. But she couldn’t sleep. She took a long bubble bath in her claw-foot tub. She fixed herself a sandwich and salad since she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that was now hours ago.

The phone rang. It was Ashley. “I can’t stand it, Nina. How did it go?”

“He kissed me!” Nina blurted out without meaning to, and felt the heat rising up in her cheeks. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been kissed?”

“I take it this wasn’t a peck on the cheek,” Ashley said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “And yes, I know how long it’s been.”

“Mouth to mouth, hot, sweet, lingering,” Nina replied.

“Any tongue?”

“No! I would have fainted dead away if he had used his tongue,” Nina admitted. “The kiss was more than enough to leave me weak in the knees. Frankly, I don’t know how I walked up the path and into the house. He wants to see me again, Ashley.”

“Wonderful!” Ashley Mulcahy said. “Ryan really likes him.”

“He wants a local architect,” Nina said.

“I’ll tell Ryan,” Ashley replied. “Now, calm down, Nina, and I’ll see you at the shop Tuesday morning.” She rang off.

Finally it was eight o’clock. Nina got into her bed, picked up the special Channel remote, and pressed the A button. She was immediately in a gazebo set within a garden. It was an early-summer evening. The stars were beginning to twinkle one by one in the sky above. She was twenty again, and it was 1891 in Egret Pointe. Nina smoothed her bell-shaped skirt down, her hand going to her throat as she heard his footsteps crunching down the gravel path. “Lyon? Is that you?” she asked.

He sprang into the gazebo, grinning. “Of course, darling. Who else would it be?” Sweeping her into his arms, he kissed her, and Nina recognized the kiss as Robert Talcott’s. There had been no identity to it before. His hand went to her bodice and fondled a breast. “Have you thought about what we talked about, Nina?” His fingers were unbuttoning the front of her dress.

“Oh, I don’t know, Lyon, if we should be so naughty.”

“We’re going to be married, Nina,” he protested.

“Shouldn’t we wait until then?” she questioned him.

“Everyone who gets engaged fucks, Nina. Oh, what a good girl you are,” he praised her. “You didn’t wear a chemise, just as I instructed you.” He began to fumble with the laces of her corset so he might completely free her breasts.

“But what if Papa finds out?” she worried.

“He won’t,” Lyon said. “We’re engaged, and he doesn’t want to know anything.” He got the corset open and, bending, began to suck on her nipple.

“Ohhhh,” Nina squealed softly. “That is so naughty!”

He lifted his head briefly so she might see his face. “But you like being naughty, Nina,” he said. “And I want to be naughty with you.” He drew her into the shadows of the interior of the gazebo, pulling her down onto the velvet love seat. Then, pressing her back, he allowed himself full access to her glorious titties. They were big with large nipples he enjoyed sucking and rolling between his thumb and forefinger. She murmured as he paid the twin orbs extravagant attention.

Nina lay back, enjoying the attentions of the young actor known as Lyon Roberts. He had always been her fantasy, and a Victorian setting was her favorite as she played the reluctant virgin. Some nights she let him have his way. Other nights she did not. Tonight, however, she wanted to be fucked. His mouth sucked hard on one of her nipples, while his hand began to slip beneath the white cotton batiste of her skirt and up her leg.

“Good girl!” he praised her again. “You aren’t wearing your drawers.”

“You told me not to, Lyon, and I want to show you that I’m going to be a very obedient wife to you,” the young Nina simpered. “Ohh, you shouldn’t touch me there!”

“Yes, I should,” he assured her, his fingers playing amid the thick brown pubic curls of her mons. He ran a digit along her labia, pushing through and finding her little clit. His fingers squeezed the small nub of flesh, and then he began to tease it with his finger. She squirmed beneath his hand, and her breath came in short pants as he roused her to a clitoral orgasm. “Now, wasn’t that nice, darling?” he murmured, lifting his head from her tit and kissing her a slow, deep kiss. “Don’t you like it when I tease you?” His finger began to push into her, and she bridled beneath his hand but forbade him not. His finger pushed quickly in and out of her wet vagina, frigging her to another small orgasm.

“Don’t you want to do it with me, darling?” he whispered. “Don’t you want me to fuck you? Here, feel my cock, Nina.” He pulled her hand down to where his penis now thrust forth from his trousers.

“Oh, it’s big,” she told him, wide-eyed. “Surely it won’t fit inside me, Lyon.”

“Why don’t we try?” he purred softly.

“I don’t know,” she demurred.

He drew her to her feet, and then pushed her gently over the high rolled arm of the love seat. “Let me fuck you, darling,” he whispered in her ear as he drew her skirt and her petticoats up, bunching them just above the small of her back. Her bared buttocks were smooth and nicely rounded. Eventually he would introduce her to the fine art of strapping, which he had learned while studying at university in England. He had brought back a fine leather tawse for just that purpose.

“I’m afraid,” the virgin Nina said softly. She was now fully bent over the rolled arm of the love seat, her toes just barely touching the floor.

“Don’t be,” he told her. His hand rubbed her buttocks soothingly. “You have such a pretty ass, darling,” he said as he began to nose the tip of his penis beneath her, seeking his way into her vagina. He considered taking her asshole, but he really wanted to pop her cherry tonight, introducing her to the delights of fucking. Finding his way, he pushed just the tip of his dick into her hot, tight cunt.

“Ohhhhh!”
she cried out as she felt his entry. She had been right. He was much too big. “Stop! Stop!” Nina cried.

He pushed himself another inch inside her, and then quickly another.

“Ohhhhh! Oh! Oh!
You will tear me asunder,” Nina protested.

“Just a moment more, darling, and you will like it,” he promised. Then he thrust hard into her cunt, shattering her hymen, claiming her virginity. And having done so, he began to fuck her with long, deep, hard strokes of his cock until they were both moaning.

At first the pain had been fierce, but then as he moved back and forth within her, the pain had dissipated, leaving a feeling of pure deliciousness. She heard his voice slowly and deliberately whispering with each stroke of his penis.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He excited her. The word excited her. “Oh, yes!” she cried as she experienced her first real orgasm. “Oh, yes, Lyon! Do it! Don’t stop!” And he hadn’t stopped for some time. That was the beauty of the Channel. Tireless lovers.

Eventually their clothing was dispensed with, and they whiled away the evening in an orgy of fucking and sucking. When the Channel finally closed, Nina slept, exhausted but contented. Still, upon awakening, she couldn’t help but wonder if the Robert Talcott she knew, a man almost past middle age, would be as enthusiastic a lover as the young actor he had once been, who was now her fantasy lover.

Robert came back to Egret Pointe several days later to meet with the architect that Ryan Mulcahy had recommended. Ashley wouldn’t hear of him staying at the local motel. He stayed with the Mulcahys, and at his hostess’s insistence came and went as he pleased. Robert Talcott invited Nina to look over the first plans at his architect’s office. She made one or two suggestions, and agreed with his final decisions. It was the end of September now, and the foundation was dug and the footings poured. The framing began.

Suddenly her every lunch hour was taken up by Robert Talcott, who would come and whisk her away to check on the progress of the house. They were eating dinner together several times a week. The Egret Pointe gossip mill was beginning to churn, which amused him, although Nina was certainly not used to such attention.

As he brought her home one October evening, he said, “You know, brown eyes, you’ve never asked me into your house.”

And Nina was surprised to realize that that was true.

“Maybe an after-dinner drink?” he suggested softly.

“I might have some brandy,” she said slowly. “Or something.”

So Robert Talcott parked his car in Nina’s driveway this time, and went into the house with her. He found her house charming. All floral chintz, comfortable furniture, and good small antiques. A fire was set in the living room fireplace. “Shall I light it?” he asked her, and when she nodded in the affirmative, he did.

Nina checked in the dining room sideboard and found a small unopened bottle of Grand Marnier. Opening it in the kitchen, she poured two small cordial glasses of the liqueur. “No brandy,” she told him, coming into the living room and handing him the glass. “Hope this will do.”

Robert Talcott took a sip and smiled. “Grand Marnier will do nicely.” He sat down on the striped couch, patting the seat next to him.

Nina joined him.
Oh, Charlie,
she thought,
I hope you don’t mind I’ve brought a man into your house. We’ve been doing a lot of kissing, and frankly, I like it. I think tonight we may do more than kiss. Hope that’s okay with you.
Nina sipped her cordial. “Umm, it’s good. I have no idea where the bottle came from, but it was unopened.”

“Somebody gave it to you as a gift. You don’t entertain a whole lot, do you?”

“Not anymore. A few friends for a meal now and again,” she admitted. Then, seeing his glass was just about empty, she said, “Would you like a tour of my manse? Charlie and I started and ended here. Since we didn’t have any kids a larger house really seemed unnecessary.” Nina stood up, and he followed as she led. “This is the dining room. When Charlie was alive, we always seemed to be having friends for dinner, for brunch.”

“It’s nice,” he said sincerely, admiring the barn red paint above the chair rail, and the border with the roosters just below the crown moldings. There was a simple pewter chandelier over the long painted table, with its rush-seated high-back chairs. It was very Americana, with a painted sideboard and corner cabinets.

“Kitchen,” Nina said, leading him through a small, square, surprisingly modern kitchen. He followed her back into the hall. “Den,” she said.

“You have two fireplaces,” he noted, peering into the comfortable room at its built-in bookcases.

“That’s what sold us on the house in the first place,” Nina told him. “And this is the master. She stepped deep into the room and he followed.

After a long, silent moment, Robert Talcott said, “I think this is the point where I either bid you good night and go or I stay, isn’t it?”

Her heart was beating rapidly.
Sex
. The man was suggesting that they have sex, and she sure as hell must have been thinking about it or she wouldn’t have invited him into her bedroom. “I haven’t had sex in years,” she admitted, flushing as she spoke the words.

“It’s like riding a bicycle,” he told her in an amused tone. “You don’t forget. It’s been a while for me too, brown eyes.”

“What do you want to do?” Nina tossed the hot potato back to Robert Talcott.

“Frankly? Well, I want to put you on your back, and jump your bones. What do you want to do?”

“Same thing,” Nina conceded. “But what if we do—Well, what if it isn’t good for one or both of us?”

“We admit it, put it down to experience, and stay friends,” he said.

“You wouldn’t feel used?”

“Would you?”

“Well, maybe a little,” Nina allowed.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to make the earth move for you, brown eyes,” he said as he reached out and pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms about her. Then he gave her a long, slow, deep kiss.
With tongue
.

Feeling him against her as they kissed, knowing they were going to have sex shortly, made the kiss very different for Nina. He had the sexiest mouth. She danced with his tongue, and when he pulled her even closer, Nina could feel his dick against her thigh. This was reality, and she hoped to heaven she was ready for it. His fingers unzipped her dress, pushing it off of her. Thank God she was still in decent shape and wore sexy underwear. She pulled his sweater over his head, tossed it aside, and began to unbutton his shirt. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt, and he had a nicely toned body, she saw as the shirt came off. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of his chest, shoulders, and back.

“That feels nice,” he told her as he undid his belt, then unzipped his trousers to step out of them. He was wearing white briefs. His body wasn’t buff, but it was surprisingly good.

Reaching around her, Robert Talcott unhooked Nina’s bra to reveal her breasts. They kissed again, her breasts crushed against his chest, and while they did, she pulled his shorts down, feeling him step out of them while their lips were still fused together. Then she felt him removing her bikini briefs, and they were both stark naked. They hadn’t turned on the lights in the bedroom, the only light coming from the hallway outside the door.

Maybe that was better, Nina thought, as he pushed her back onto the bed. Her heart was pounding wildly. What the hell was she doing? But, oh, God, she didn’t want to stop now. She let her eyes stray to his groin. Oh, my! He was certainly well equipped.

“You have beautiful breasts,” he told her as his eyes admired them. He trailed the backs of his fingers over the tops of them. Then he bent and kissed each nipple. “I want you to know I’m not in any great rush, brown eyes. I want you to enjoy this.”

“I want you to enjoy it too,” Nina replied. “Are you sure we’re going to remember how to do this?”