V-Day (4 page)

“Craziness,” she murmured and shook her
head, standing from the table.

“Who? Me?” he asked, innocently.

Refusing to answer further, she instead
asked if he wanted coffee.

Out if habit, he almost said no, but changed
his mind. “Yes, actually,” he said, gratefully accepting the
steaming cup from her, adding silently that today seemed like a
good day for change.

He insisted on doing the dishes, and cleared
the table while she disappeared into another part of the house.
Scrubbing at the maple syrup, he almost didn’t notice her return
until she was right behind him. The pressure of her front against
his back was subtle, and he wanted to dismiss it as accidental
since she was placing a fork he had missed into the sink, but the
feel of her breasts against him made his chest tight, and instantly
brought a response from his body.

He felt her stretch away to the counter, but
she made no effort to put distance between her belly and his
buttocks, making him slowly realize that the pressure had not been
so very accidental.

“Drink?” she asked, her voice now a bit
husky as she held a flute of orange juice around his chest for
him.

Though it looked like plain orange juice,
the flute glass and the naughty tone in her voice almost made him
mention he was technically not old enough to drink legally in that
state, but he quickly decided that might be a mood killer given
their situation, and took the sip she offered. It was frothy and
had a slight flavor of wine to it, and he wondered if it were the
bubbles that were suddenly making him feel light headed or
something far more primitive.

Sitting the glass down, Bronwyn reached
beyond him and turned off the tap, her breast now overtly sliding
against his back, which was now taut with attention to her every
breath and movement. Unsure whether to turn around or not, and
unwilling to risk breaking the spell they were weaving or letting
her know he was already hard as a rock, Daniel stood stalk still,
only his chest rising and falling deeply as he listened to that
intoxicating rustle of her clothing against his.

“So,” she whispered against one of his
shoulder blades, “what are your plans for today?”

He managed only a weak croak that indicated
nothing. Hell, at that moment, he could have been expected for a
NASA launch that afternoon and he would have sworn his calendar was
free.

“Coast is clear all weekend,” he joked,
hoping he sounded debonair.

Hot and cold shivers and waves skittered
down his nervous system when he felt the puffs of her hot breath
against the downy curls at the back of his neck, and he felt an
uncomfortably un-masculine weakness in his knees. A humiliating
little squeak even escaped him, from somewhere below his heart,
from deep in his belly.

“Oh God,” he breathed as he could feel her
rub his length through his thick cords, praying for fortitude.

Finally, he could take no more, and spun
into her arms, where he found her in nothing but a robe of alluring
dark teal made from yards of a floating, dreamy cloth he couldn’t
name. Sending up a silent prayer of gratitude, he finally allowed
his instincts to take over, and grasped her by the fertile hips to
pull her into a somewhat clumsy but passionate kiss.

“I knew you’d taste this good,” he murmured
absently against her lips, and followed her as she backed up
towards the table without breaking the link of their mouths, even
when she hopped up on the surface and began to undo his fly with
eager hands.

“Are we… I mean, this is really going to…”
not yet fully believing his luck, Daniel’s brain fumbled as all of
his usually articulate speech flew out of his brain, or was left
behind as the rest of him flew into the stratosphere. Unsure how to
say what he knew he needed to ask, he ground out, “A rubber – I
don’t have any.”

“Were you born this practical?” Bronwyn
asked as she whipped off his plain, black belt. “I’ve been on the
pill since I was your age,” she laughed. She pulled him down to her
so she could playfully nip at his ear lope before whispering, “Have
you been a dirty boy?”

“Only by myself,” he promised, thanking his
lucky stars, “I swear it.”

Bronwyn laughed a moment, then suddenly
pushed at his chest lightly. “Wait… You’re serious?”

Discomforted, Daniel couldn’t answer, but he
watched the realization about his virginity dawn on her face and he
wanted to pour through the floor and never be seen again.

“Well…” she said, giving a mischievous
little grin that seemed to drip with some mysterious overtones of
feminine power and satisfaction. “Now this is interesting,” she
purred, licking the lobe where she had just nipped. “We might need
the whole weekend, after all,” she nuzzled into his neck. “Seems I
get to break you in,” she teased with a saucy laugh.

“Really, help yourself,” he offered,
magnanimously, and they folded in on one another.

“Mmmmm, now,” she squealed, taking him into
her hand. “You are a big boy, now, aren’t you?” They were her last
words before they both were too preoccupied to speak.

In the release of all his pent up lust,
Daniel lost track of where everything was at any given time. All at
once, his pants were at his ankles, and he could feel her
fingernails driving like a master’s lash on his ass and hips and
back, and he lost most rational thought after that, except for how
delicious it was to find the soft, wet and hot entrance to her with
his long-deprived manhood, and push himself into her, feeling the
honeyed velvet of her flesh cling to every bump and groove of him.
And then to feel her muscles working on him, like slick magical
fingers, milking him, making it harder and harder for him to
maintain control.

At one point, to his amazement, her legs
were even on his shoulders, and he had to focus on recalling the
arpeggio chords to keep from exploding at the sheer eroticism of
having her so wildly wrapped around his body, so willing and hungry
for him. Him! Of all people…

Despite his best efforts, he knew it wasn’t
likely that he lasted all that long, but his youth and enthusiasm
couldn’t help but please, and Daniel fucked her hard and fast, even
if quick.

“Wow,” Bronwyn puffed, feeling a bit knocked
about by his onslaught. “You bring some pretty impressive natural
talents to the… well, the table.” They both snickered breathlessly
at the pun.

Daniel couldn’t help but moan at the
pleasure of still resting inside her body when she laughed, and he
was slightly shame faced to feel himself grow hard again.

“Oh my!” she laughed, joyfully. “Now that
really is a good quality in a man,” she praised, grinding her hips
against him to feel his cock leap in response. “I think we need to
get to the bedroom.”

Kicking his trousers off the one remaining
ankle they clung to through the maelstrom, Daniel lifted her off
the table, feeling bereft when he popped out of her.

“I didn’t hurt you, or anything?” he said,
his voice betraying the vulnerability he was feeling.

“No, honey,” she placed a long, sweet kiss
to his lips which were already swollen from the day’s activities.
“But there’s always next time,” she winked and ran, laughing, for
the stairs to her room and he followed, feeling like he was being
lifted on clouds.

How was it even possible that dreams like
this could come true?

***

The rest of that day and into the evening
was spent in bed, where Daniel learned more in one day than he had
in whole years of sex ed. Always an eager student, he dedicated
himself to learning every inch of her body, and every means by
which he was able to give and receive pleasure.

He was only vaguely aware of the sounds from
his parents’ driveway as they returned home from work and left
again for their mini-vacation, and pushed away the unwanted
thoughts of them spending their own weekend in bed, unwilling to
allow any stomach-turning images to intrude on his fog of joy.

The main lesson he was learning was that his
body was designed for this, and seemed to know instinctually what
she wanted from him, as they rolled together up and over, and made
love front ways and back, and even sideways once. There were times
he felt his heart might explode from exertion and emotion, but he
couldn’t get the ridiculous grin off his face, except when it was
chased away by a grimace of pleasure or strain.

“Feel good?” she liked to ask him, taking
obvious pleasure in all his firsts. She told him she loved how
verbal he was with his feedback, and he bit his tongue against
reminding her that that is a plus to dating someone who had evolved
the gift of speech instead of grunts.

They hadn’t mentioned Warren again, but it
bothered him that the only reason he seemed to be in her bed was to
chase away the thoughts of her recent breakup. He refused to think
about it, and focused on enjoying making her happy, over and over
again.

“You know, I might be a little late with
this…” he said, as they rested from another bout of excitement.
“But I think I should ask you out or something.”

She laughed at his belated offer. “I’d say
you kind of lucked into the next step, there, kiddo,” she giggled,
and flexed the hand she had wrapped protectively around his
sensitive parts.

“Well, it’s Friday night – you wanna do
something?” he shrugged, eager to make the most of the weekend.

“Watch a movie?” she offered. “That way, we
can stay in our jammies.”

“I don’t have any jammies here,” he reminded
her. “And I’m pretty sure I might look kind of awful in any of
yours.”

She bounced off the bed and retrieved a pair
of loose gym shorts from her bureau. “Voila – makeshift
jammies.”

“Ah, yes,” he said, crawling out of the warm
nest they had made. “I forgot you athletic types always have formal
wear on hand,” he teased, and she hit him in the side of the head
with a pillow for his back talk.

“Lordy,” he sighed, admiring his long, wiry
form in the rather shockingly short red shorts.

“You’re adorable,” she laughed, and he
flexed his rather unimpressive muscles in response, just to soak up
more of her delight before slipping on the oversized jersey she
handed him.

“What did I do to deserve you today, just
when I needed you?” she asked, kissing him with a loud smack of
appreciation before heading downstairs.

“And what can I do to deserve you for longer
than today?” he asked himself, silently, still too uncertain to
voice his wish out loud.

There would be time for the “relationship
talk” later. He hoped.

***

The movie she picked would not have been his
choice, he admitted, being something about a rebellious military
guy showing up a bunch of eggheads in their efforts to save the
world, and a part of him felt the presence of Warren there with
them in her choice of date materials, but he couldn’t fault the
company. With Bronwyn curled against his side, reaching across him
for popcorn, and occasionally rubbing her cheek against his
shoulder, that movie was the most romantic thing he’d ever
experienced.

“Bronwyn,” he said, almost to himself.

“Yes?”

“Oh, sorry, nothing. I just like the name.
Bronwyn,” he rolled the tones over his tongue. “It’s very
musical.”

She laughed and a faint blush kissed her
cheeks. “Yeah – it’s the classiest thing my parents ever came up
with, that’s for sure.”

“I love it,” he told her, and inhaled the
scent of her hair. “And I also love the way you smell like me now.
Is that weird?”

She turned intense green eyes on him,
searching his face with a renewed flicker of desire at his
primitive enjoyment of her. His nerves jolted alive as her gentle
hand moved slowly down his chest and over his belly.

She easily pushed aside the yielding
waistband of the gym shorts, and found him, already stirring in
anticipation. He could hear the blood pound past his ears as he
watched her sleek head follow her hand.

“Oh… God…” he said, nearly whimpering as her
hot mouth took him all, and he didn’t know if he should tell her
she didn’t have to or beg her never to stop. Watching her cute nose
buried in the dark curls around his sex, though, he knew a moment
of frantic instinct to grab her head and prolong the agonizing
pleasure of her ministrations.

And when her clever hands found the tender
flesh beneath his penis, a thousand sparks exploded behind his
eyes, and he sank into the sofa.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I like it.”

Her laugh was muffled against him, and the
auditory proof that she was actually doing what she was doing drove
him into action, and he found her newly wet pussy with his hand,
giving her as good as he was getting, impulse driving him until his
mouth had managed to find her, and he licked at her until he
thought he would drown a happy man, drunk on the musky sweetness of
her.

After they had both found completion, they
lay, sated for the moment, in a tangled heap on the sofa, the
forgotten movie now flickering on the DVD menu before them.

“Bed?’ she whispered against him, flickering
the tip of her tongue against him.

“Mmmmm,” he sighed against her thigh. “Well,
my intentions were good suggesting a movie,” he teased. “How was I
to know you were such a sex fiend?”

“I don’t think you are in any position to
taunt me,” she growled in mock warning, nipping him sharply on an
inner thigh.

“Okay, back to bed it is,” he capitulated.
“And, just so you know, feel free to taunt me any time you want,
lady.”

***

Daniel didn’t know the instant he made the
error that would drastically change the direction of their weekend,
but he could pinpoint it later.

He stayed over that night out of silent
mutual agreement, and they eventually slept wrapped together and
exhausted. When he woke the next morning, his arm was dead from the
shoulder down after having pillowed her all night, but it was worth
it. He slid himself out from under her and brought her English
muffins and jam in bed, because, after all he had experienced that
weekend, he was still something of the creature of habit he always
was. Only now, he added two mugs of strong coffee and cream.