Him Her Them Boxed Set (6 page)

Her eyes flicker up to mine and I see a hint of a smile and then she flattens her tongue pushing it up, up and further until it finally reaches my tip. Then a slight flick she steals the droplet of pre-cum that has formed.

"Mmmm. Just what I thought, you taste divine. I'm going to enjoy this."

Then in a quick motion she thrusts down, encasing my entire cock in her mouth. The whole fucking thing! The sensation is overwhelming causing my nostrils to flare, eyes to widen and mouth to drop open.

"Oh fuck Josephine. Holy hell!"

Her rhythm is fast and greedy and when she pushes me out of her mouth, her hand takes over. She's so good at this. A part of me didn't want her to be. I thought if she is terrible at blow jobs then maybe I won't want her so much. Perhaps I can easily walk away from her, but no. Now I want her all the more.

She is lightly scraping her teeth along the edge as she pushes to the bottom. I'm going to come soon, it's all I can do to hold back but she is too talented. Josephine can tell I'm getting harder, my balls tightening as they prepare for release. She has rolled her lips over her teeth so I can only feel the softness of her tongue and the pull of mouth.

"I'm going to come. Oh fuck I'm coming."

She starts to hum and I grab her head as I flex my hips into her mouth. I'm smiling and I think laughing, but I'm too far gone to truly comprehend what I'm actually doing. The release shoots through me deep into her mouth and I hear her moan. My head flips back along with my eyes.

"Josephine. Dear god Josephine."

I'm coming down and aware of the heat of the shower again. Looking down she is still on my cock looking up at me and then slowly she slides off. She has her big grin on her face and my heart swells.

"That was incredible Josephine." I'm breathing hard as I help her up to sit next to me. Wrapping my arm around her I give her a side hug.

"You're telling me. You taste so good I didn't want it to end."

I nuzzle my head into her neck, reaching over to lay my hand on her thigh. Giving her kisses up and down her neck I look up and see her smiling down at me.

"Why can't this last forever?" I whisper in between nuzzling soft kisses along her dripping earlobe.

"You know why. It's only one night Pierce." Her hand stroking my thigh as she leans into my kisses.

I pull away looking down at her trying to make her understand how much I need her now.

"It doesn't have to only be one night Josephine. It's not the sex talking, I know because there has never been a woman I have slept with that made me feel the things you do. Before, during and after sex. This here has been the best night of my sad life. It's like you're a goddess and I'm a lowly peasant. You took me in and showed me treasure beyond my wildest dreams and then told me I could never go near it again. I want that treasure. I want this. I want more, please."

I kneel down to the floor and lay my head in her lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. She's running her fingers through my hair and I close my eyes enjoying her loving touch.

"First off Pierce I want you to know that I am still considering what you are asking me. And secondly your words make me happy. I would be lying if I didn't confess that this has been one of the happiest nights of my life too. I never expected anything close to this when I came home with you tonight. You more than blew away my expectations. But, I do still believe that all this tremendous sex is playing around with our emotions and after a good night's sleep we will be better able to judge our true feelings. I will give you my answer when you wake tomorrow. But, by all means, keep trying to woo me. You are really good at it."

I look up and she's giving a wicked grin. Reaching up I brush her smile away with my lips, needing to feel her kisses. They are tender and giving, but fleeting as she pulls away after only a few moments have passed.

"Let's get you cleaned up my peasant. You need a good scrub down."

I hop up and let her have her way with my body.  She takes her time using her hands and the soapy sponge all over my skin. We kiss, no that's not right, we make out like teenagers. Feeling each other up and our lips glued to one another's. By the time we turn off the water I am hard once again. My balls starting to ache from all the sex, but that's just a reminder of all the wonderful things I did tonight with her.

We dry ourselves with our towels after stepping out of the shower. She wraps her hair up in a towel turban and lets out a big yawn, which then sets me off yawning.

"I think it's finally time for sleep." I tell her as I wrap my arms around her dry, clean body and pull her in for a hug. The towel on her head keeps hitting me in the face, so I remove it. After a few minutes we walk back into my bedroom and crawl into bed. Getting under the covers I spoon her, feeling her warm soft body rhythmically move with her breath. It's hypnotic and in a matter of moments I am fast asleep.

There is a glow in my eyes, but I don't want to open them. It feels too good to just lay here. When I move I notice how sore my body is and wonder why? It takes me a minute in my heavy half asleep fog to remember that I am not even in my bed.

My eyes shoot open as the light blinds me. Raising my hand in front of my face as my eyes squint to adjust to the light I notice my mouth is dry and my arm muscles ache. I roll onto my back to get out of the glare from the sun peeking in through the curtain and stretch.

The bed moves and I jump slightly forgetting that Pierce is in the bed. I look over to see he is sound asleep. He looks so beautiful, so peaceful. Watching him breathe I smile remembering what I experienced with him last night. His touch and words made me feel things I don't think I have ever encountered. Even after sex he was attentive, caring and loving. Most of the guys I have been with just roll over and within minutes are fast asleep, not even bothering to make sure I am satisfied.

I roll my eyes at the thought knowing I would always make sure they were happy. I don't understand how people can go through life being that inconsiderate. If they are walking through a door and know someone is right behind them, wouldn't they at least hold it open for that person? Common courtesy, yet with sex it's every man for themselves.

Not with Pierce. He knows how to satisfy a woman. God, I'm getting wet again just thinking about it. But, I won't wake him, he needs his sleep and I'm quite sore as well. I'll just enjoy the view. He's on his back and the blanket has been pulled down exposing his stomach, right hip and leg. It's taking all my willpower not to start kissing his body.

Leaning in, I inhale his scent. Mmm, so good.

Suddenly he moves and rolls over, so his back is to me and I get a good look at the muscles there. Oh what to do? If I wake him I won't be able to control myself and start to ravish him. I'm really sore and tired. My bed at home is really calling me, begging me actually. I have a kitchen full of food and not to mention a change of clothes. Superficial desires, I know, but being tired makes them especially appealing.

On the other hand, if I don't wake him I can try something I always hoped I would be able to do. No it's not that, get your mind out of the gutter. As I have mentioned before I keep a grading system, it's for not just sex, but all things involving a man. Does he have a good personality, one that compliments mine? Is his appearance attractive to me? Does he have interests or passions that are appealing? (Sorry guys, I'm not into taxidermy. That would be an automatic F in my book). Does he pursue me? If he does pursue me, how much effort and is it worth my time?

Let me explain the last question. There are some guys who will properly pursue a woman. They are the perfect gentleman opening doors, buying flowers, complimenting her on her hair or dress. But, it's just an afterthought to them. The flowers are always the same, red roses or worse, a grocery store bouquet that was on sale. The compliments are not unique to the woman, like "Hey nice dress babe!" instead of "Wow, the green of your dress really brings out your eyes." There isn't much effort or thought put forth in the pursuit, just the bare minimum that will get a woman to think the guy is a catch.

I know, I sound like a bit of a snob and asking for a lot, but you know what, I think I'm worth it. In my opinion if more women think they were worth it too, then men will just take this as the norm instead of thinking a woman is asking too much. They would care more about what a woman thinks, listen attentively to pick up hints here and there to woo her.

I think I will leave Pierce a hint and see if he's the man I think he is because I want to see him again. It's a risk as he might not pick up on it, but if he does it will be so worth it. I'm getting giddy just thinking about it. Now, to find my dress, undies, some paper and a pen.

I scoot out of bed as not to disturb Pierce and walk into the bathroom to grab my purse. Sneaking out of the bedroom I make my way to the foyer bathroom and put on my dress, cuff and then heels I find in the living room. Grabbing my panties I put them in my purse and check all the drawers under the sink, but no paper or pen of any kind.

Suddenly I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is matted and tangled and I have a long red wrinkle from my temple across my cheek to the edge of my chin. Nice! This will be a wonderful walk of shame home. I am pretty sure anyone who looks at my appearance will know exactly what happened to me last night.

Oh well, moving on to the task at hand: paper and pen. I move out to the foyer and notice a table with a drawer at the entrance. It's dark wood with a tan marble top. Opening the drawer I see some envelopes, keys, and jackpot! A small pad of white paper and several pens.

Now what to write, hmm....This is harder than I realized. I have no idea what hint I shall give him. He knows I am an Assistant Professor at Johns Hopkins, but doesn't know my department or my last name. If I just write that info down it will be too easy. I need to think of something different or at least will hint toward what department I work in.

After a few minutes I realize I have to pee, so I head back into the bathroom to relieve myself. As I stand up to flush I notice some shelves over the toilet and silver frames of pictures of people. Who keeps family photos in the bathroom over the toilet? If they were on the counter, that would seem alright, but the toilet? It's odd, but not weird. I notice some teenage boys huddling around each other in what appears to be a graduation photo. The middle one looks a lot like Pierce. Perhaps the other guys are his friends from the club.

Something about how Pierce looks as a teenager has me doing déjà vu. I wouldn't have known him back then. I shrug and move on to the next photo of Pierce much older, perhaps mid or late twenties standing next to a short older woman. I assume it must be his mother, but...

I...I know her.

I bring the picture closer to my face to study the resemblance between the two. Yup, definitely related, but how is she...this is Mrs. Carver my neighbor who lives two doors down from me.

She's a sweet woman and loves to garden. I have the opposite of a green thumb, so when I plant something it's dead within two weeks. There have been so many times I have come home to find my dead plants replaced and my garden spruced up. Though Mrs. Carver never admits it, I know it's her.

Carver. Pierce's last name has to be Carver. I race back to the table by the entrance and open the drawer to pull out some of the junk mail that I noticed earlier. It's addressed to a Mr. Pierce Carver or Current Resident. Ha! Ha!

I feel a rush of excitement, pretending to be a detective for a moment. Sure, I didn't solve a double homicide like on television, but I did get the clue I needed to write the note. I press the pen to the paper and get to writing.

Once I am finished I fold it in half and make a table tent. On the front I write: My Peasant Boy. Applying some lipstick I had in my purse I kiss the corner of the letter. Digging around further in my bag I discover a travel perfume bottle I stash there for emergencies. By emergencies I mean I am too tired to shower before work and take the old French bath.

I give the letter a small spritz and I am done! Feeling pretty smug I decide to give Pierce a small token. I creep back into the bedroom and silently listen at the door to hear if he is awake. Moments later I hear soft sounds of a gentle rumble and realize he's snoring. Very carefully I make my way to the side table and place the note down and next to the note my token. Blowing him a kiss I head out the room and moments later out the door of his apartment.

Checking my cell phone I have realize it's eight in the morning. Ugh, no wonder I'm so tired. I notice a few texts on my cell from Luna.

Hey Jos, give me heads up you r still alive.

I reply back:
Luna m ok.

There is another text from her from a while back.

Hey Jos, you aren't the only lucky girl tonight. Discuss at lunch!

I laugh and figure she got with one of Pierce's friends. If they are anything like him then I know she had a very good night.

Once I am out of the building I get hit with bright morning light and thick humidity. Suddenly I feel as bad as I look. Despite my physical shape I decide to forgo the taxi as I live only a ten minute walk away. After fifteen minutes, from walking rather slowly, I get to the little front door of my row home and unlock it, walking inside. I close the door; walk over to the couch and do a face plant. Within minutes I am out dreaming of the night before.