by Cyan
Copyright 2002 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
Just driving by. I rehearsed the words over and over in my head; probably I said them aloud a few times. Could I do this? How could I do this?
He'd be suspicious about my knowing his apartment number. Well, I wanted him to know, didn't I? That I was interested? Just driving by. This was too forward. I stared at his front door.
We had talked for so long. Everyone else had left and the bartender had been dropping hints about closing. Why hadn't he called?
He had no reason to call. There had only been one night since that evening. All we'd done is talked. He'd probably been busy Friday night. How could I be doing this? I stared at the door. There was no reason for him to call. All we'd done is talk.
I'd never done this before: anything like this. I just had to; to do something! Maybe it would go nowhere. Maybe I'd blow it and lose him. But if I did nothing, I probably wouldn't see him again. Well, I'd see him at work once in a while, of course, but not in that way. It made sense: if I'm forward, just this once, things might possibly work out. My chances would be improved. Assuming of course that I didn't die of embarrassment.
I stared at the doorbell. Should I knock instead? Would he be able to tell that I'd been fantasizing about him? See into my mind? The thoughts I'd had while lying in bed trying to go to sleep?
I pressed it. I heard the ringing inside. Footsteps. The door opened. It was a woman.
"Yes?" she asked. She was tall: almost as tall as Jim.
A woman! Three or four thoughts flew through my head! I'd embarrassed myself already. "Is Jim...?"
Why did I say that? I should have been the Avon lady--no, not that: someone innocuous. At the wrong apartment. I should have asked for someone else! "No, he's out," she answered. She smiled. She must not suspect. "Who should I say came?"
My mind raced. Give my name? Then she went on: "I'm his sister, Caroline. Come in."
I found myself coming in at her invitation. And realized coming in was a mistake: he'd definitely hear about this visit. Or he'd find me here. She was still expecting my name: I could see it in her face. "Jess," I said weakly. When she looked a little confused, I said: "I'm Jess: I know him from work."
"Oh yes, Jess!" she said. Huh? She must have seen confusion on my face and she went on: "He's talked about you."
I was floored. And my heart was beating almost out of my chest. And on she went: "You talked to him on Thursday, didn't you? You must stay: he'll be so surprised you dropped by! He's off playing golf: he should be back in an hour or so. Can you stay?"
This was happening too fast for me. Sixty seconds ago I'm standing like a statue in front of his door; now his sister is begging me to stay for the afternoon because she knows he'll be so pleased that I came. I looked at her: the resemblance finally struck me. She went on: "We can go swimming." Then: "I have an extra suit." She was just looking at me, a hopeful look on her face.
Well, this is what I wanted. Or something like this: some sign that he was interested. Given what she'd said, maybe he would have called me in any case; or searched me out at work. But I'd done it this way. I ought to leave now. "Come on, please stay." She was smiling. "Come on, we can change in here."
She was leaving the room. My mind tried to be Jim's. Jess dropped by for a minute while I was out. That would be his thought later if I left now. He'd call me. I'd say I was just driving by. Caroline stopped and turned in the door, waiting for me to follow. She was obviously expecting it. I didn't say anything: I just followed her.
She grinned after leading me into the bedroom. "Get undressed: I'll get the suits," she said. She opened a chest and started looking in it. I stood there. She stopped and stared at me for a second: she looked just a little confused, almost as if she didn't know who I was or something. Then she appeared to come to, and returned to looking in the drawers.
I stood there for a second longer, but then I started getting undressed. When I was almost done, she was still looking in drawers. She looked up at me. "Oh, I see why Jim is interested," she said with a smile. She started walking over. I had on only my underpants and suddenly felt doubly strange about taking them off. She glanced at my body as if to confirm the thought she'd expressed, then looked at my face.
"You have a lovely mouth," she said, still looking at me intently, though smiling. She was closer. There were no suits in sight. "Jim will love what you could do with it."
I stood there, stunned. She was still advancing closer. She put her fingers on my lips and lightly caressed them. "You've got him hooked, you know that?" she said quietly. Then she said: "Such pretty lips."
Then she was taking off her jeans. What was she going to do? How could I be standing here while this was happening? We were changing to go swimming, right? "He's going to love those lips," she said. She had her jeans and underpants off and was facing me again. I felt funny that she was so close: too close. She didn't have any suits out and didn't seem to be looking for any. I realized I was backing away from her, but she was following me. Without meaning to I glanced down. It was as if to confirm what I remembered: that she was less than fully dressed.
My back was to the wall. I remember this little smile on her face as she closed in on me, then she was kissing me. I was in shock: our lips joined so suddenly. She wanted me: she was trying to seduce me; she had maneuvered me into this position. She kept kissing.
I felt her tongue: not forcing, but gently probing. Her kiss was so gentle: my previous kisses came to mind. Randy, in college: not like this. Some guys had kissed me gently, but this was different. I felt her hands lightly go up and down my arms, sides, and hips.
Then she released me: at least with her mouth. I looked up at her face: she no longer smiled, but looked at me with an impenetrable look: looking serene and confident, her eyes locked on mine. Then suddenly she somehow traded places with me, her back to the wall, holding me at arms' length. I felt my heart beating.
And felt her pressing down on my shoulders. I lost my balance a little and found myself getting down on my knees. Then she guided my head right to her sex.
I knelt there, my head inches from her. A naked woman in front of me. Her hands gently held my head. She obviously wanted me to perform on her: a woman! She tilted my head up and looked down at me. "Such a lovely mouth," she said, in an absentminded voice. Then she pressed my head right up against her. Could I do such a thing? Her aroma invaded my nostrils. I'd never thought about such a thing.
I kissed. I was surprised: I didn't try to escape; at least I didn't try very hard; and I kissed her, there. I heard her vocalize: "mmm". Her voice sounded like she was smiling. I started actually doing it: licking her. Her hands continued to hold my head. I could tell she liked it; loved it. And I realized I wanted her to love it. I wanted her to need this; need what I was doing to her. I wanted that power. I felt her press my head harder against her. "Good girl," I heard her whisper.
I didn't stop. She didn't stop me: she just seemed like she could go on enjoying it. I thought about what I liked: how I'd want someone to do this to me. I thought about what would drive her crazy. I thought about her losing control to my ministrations. I could tell she was enjoying it, but that was all. I kept up my efforts.
A noise: behind me. I fought her hands enough to turn. Jim! He was standing there staring! Next to him was another man!
"Having fun?" asked the man, a little sarcasm in his voice. I glanced at Jim: he was obviously in shock. The man glanced at him, taking in his face. "Didn't know Caroline swung both ways, did you?" he said.
Jim didn't answer: he just stared. I was trying to stand, but I felt Caroline's hands on my shoulders holding me in place. "Hi, Hon," she said. The man giggled and nodded to Caroline. Her hands started guiding my head back to her. She was insistent, but I resisted, not able to take my gaze away from the men.
Jim suddenly turned around, toward the door. He didn't want to see this! He wanted out!
The man's hand shot to Jim's shoulder and held him from leaving. Then he let go and Jim just stood there, facing the door, his back to us. The man smiled. Then his hand went down in front of Jim, below his waist in front of him. I couldn't see what he was doing. Jim just stood there, looking out of the door. The man looked at his own hand for a second, then looked back at us, withdrawing his hand.
The man stood there looking at us. Jim stood still. Without looking, the man gave Jim's rear a pat and Jim walked out. The man glanced at us, then followed Jim out the door. Caroline forced my head away, back to her. I let her. And licked and licked.
Cyan Stories
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