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  Unlike the instruction he'd received from Billy after his friend's first time. And who'd admitted to doing in the dark with a girl he barely knew when he'd been slightly soused on beer. It seemed it hadn't taken Billy any time at all to finish according to the taunts of the girl and her friends. The ones who taken to calling Bill 'bullet' afterward for his quickness in doing the deed.

  Leaving a note for Der, he grabbed his hoodie, phone and wallet. He had just enough time to stop by the one of the mini-marts to pick up protection and a movie but still be on time.

  Mel slammed out of the house and stepped toward the Cutlass, his eyes immediately sliding to his new bike.

  He couldn't wait to be able to pull up to her place on the big black machine. Or to have her legs spread and pressed up behind him as they rode out into the night, just the two of them.

  *.*.*.*.*

  My Mel was coming to dinner, my mind squealed even from the first moment I opened my eyes on Saturday. Yes, yes, yes!

  My morning was spent doing a thorough clean of my environs before I headed to the grocery store. I'd decided on serving beef stroganoff with broccoli and wanted my ingredients to be their absolute freshest. I picked out a couple of candleholders and even swung by the floral shop for a small nose-gay to act as a centerpiece for my dining room table.

  Even though I'd chose to no longer lived in the lap of luxury (and had, in fact, run from it), I still knew how to set an elegant table.

  Noon found me working on myself, though. Typically, I'd save the facial, plucking and mani/pedi for a Sunday but I wanted to look my absolute best. So I got down to it with magnified mirror, exfoliating scrubs (facial and body) as well as a new unopened bottle of polish. All the while giving myself a pep talk and instruction on how to behave. "Be enticing but not forward. Make him want to be with you instead of forcing his reactions. Be sexy but not in his face with it. Suggest, don't lead."

  But, I wanted him so badly that I wasn't sure I could follow my own advice!

  By five, I was in the kitchen slicing and dicing, searing and preparing before lowering the flame under the on my second-hand stove. One that I had rescued along with both my refrigerator and counter-top microwave, and spray painted a glorious, girlie pink. I knew my landlord and the men who'd delivered my furniture found my choice of appliance colors stranger than strange but I didn't give a hoot.

  For the 'new' me, it fit. If they didn't like it, they could suck eggs as far as I was concerned. I'd had a lifetime of what other people considered elegant but that I'd found cold and blah. I needed color and had given myself permission to surround myself with it.

  By five-fifteen, I pulled my new little blue sheathe dress with cap sleeves and keyhole neckline over my still in hot-rollers head before slipping into a pair of matching mules with kitten heels. Removing the rollers, I teased the crown and pulled my hair into a half-and-half, doing my makeup before a quick bathroom tidy.

  Five-thirty was the critical thirty minutes before Mel was due to arrive. Which meant I needed to ensure the food would be close to done, the ambience with music set and that I was just about as perfect as I could get.

  Shelly had always called me crazy for investing so much in an 'in-home' date.

  In her mind, calling in housekeepers while she spent five hours at her salon-du-jour before jumping into an outfit which offered easy removal and serving pre-prepared food while an onion boiled on the stove (to make her kitchen smell as if she'd actually been cooking) was all a girl needed to do. "After all, Lu. We both know isn't not the food they're there for, right?"

  In my mind, her way was cheating. And while I didn't think fudging the truth in small doses was wrong, out and out cheating was.

  I had just glanced down at my bare legs and wondered if they needed another coat of lotion when I heard his soft knock. And felt my heart start to beat so fast I thought it was going to leave my chest.

  Opening the door, I felt my breath catch and my booming heartbeat spread out to other areas within me.

  Cheese and rice! How was I going to be socially polite when all I wanted was to strip him naked and drag his hunky self off to bed?

  I tried for casual as I welcomed Mel in but having all that tall, beefy deliciousness in my personal space almost short-circuited my brain. But my breeding took over and I was able to greet him with just a quick cheek-kiss of welcome with a light touch to that unbelievable chest as I invited him in.

  As I stepped back to the stove, I couldn't help glancing back at him over my shoulder, letting my eyes have their way in an up and down roam. Let other girls drool over the men in suits and ties. For me, a tight t-shirt and well-filled blue jeans on a muscle-bound working man were more than enough to get my motor racing.

  "Have a seat," I offered, trying to keep the excitement from my voice. "I've just got to plate everything up and we can eat."

  "Anything I can do to help?" It was going to be a long, tortuous dinner if he was going to provide me with openings to yell things like, 'yes, get naked!' or 'please put your mouth here, your hand there and your…'

  "Uhm, no. I think I've got it," I managed to reply with only a small polite smile.

  "I was going to pick up wine or something but didn't know what kind you liked." I glanced at him as he pulled out one of the chairs behind the place settings I'd laid out.

  "To tell the truth, I'm not much of a drinker," I admitted beginning to strain the noodles before placing them in a deep tureen noticing my hands were only shaking a little.

  "Me, either."

  I continued plating, covering then carrying the serving dishes to the table and was thrilled that his eyes watched my every move. I'd made a lot knowing how much he could eat and wanted to make sure that it remained hot enough for seconds. Or even thirds, if he so desired. After all, the old adage of getting into a man's heart through his stomach could be true. And I wanted in Mel's in a big way.

  "God, Lulu. This is heaven!" Mel exclaimed at one point during his second helping and I felt his words down to my toes and all the places in between.

  My old-fashioned father had insisted the head cook teach both my sister and I the ins and outs of a kitchen between the ages of twelve and fifteen citing, "a woman cannot instruct a kitchen unless she knows exactly how things are to be done". A fact both Shelly and I couldn't come up with an argument for and had suffered the tutelage with much teen-aged complaints. Which had gotten us, as usual, nowhere.

  After two and a half servings, he finally sat back tossing his napkin next to his plate with almost a groan. "That was amazing. I don't think I've tasted food that good since my folks were alive."

  "Thank you." It was one of the most sincere compliments I could remember getting and held it close. Some of the flames of arousal that had occurred when he'd first walked had banked somewhat and I felt calmer, more like myself.

  That was until I watched him stand as he began to clear the table. Joining him in the small kitchen, together we settled the leftovers and then did the dishes together—him washing while I dried—as we laughed and joked. I, though, couldn't keep my hands to myself and made a point of touching him whenever possible. A grazing touch here, a light hand there were all intended to let him know it was okay to touch me back. But, he never did.

  I was putting the last finishing touches on our shared cleaning experience and glanced at him, propped back against my sink. His short, caramel colored hair gleamed in the light above him, his thickly muscled arms crossed over his chest, his boots crisscrossed at the ankles.

  A drool-worthy vision of male casualness.

  Something of my admiration must have leaked out into my face because as soon as I was close enough he pulled me to him until we were face-to-face pressed rounded chest-to-muscled chest. He adjusted his legs until my feet were between his.

  "That was a beautiful dinner, Lu. Thank you," he said on a voice that was low and slow but that held a slight quaver. Before I could even reply, he dipped his head and kissed me much as he'd done in the ca
r. All sweet grazings of leisurely tender presses. But this time, I didn't have to go in for a stronger second because Mel escalated the action all on his own.

  And did it in such a way I felt those kisses in areas he'd not yet discovered.

  Parts that either became firmer with the expectation of attention or softer and moister with anticipation. And that seemed to be affecting him pretty much the same from what I was feeling against my stomach.

  "Ready to move this to the couch, precious?"

  Yes, yes, yes! He'd made a move without me even having to hint!

  Chapter Nine

  Mel pulled back panting as if he'd just finished the 60 meters when he'd run track in high school.

  And was about fifteen seconds from coming in his partially opened jeans.

  Jay-sus, she was hot!

  Which had been proven during the opening scenes of Source Code, his choice of movie for the evening. Things had started out relaxed enough, her putting the movie in and turning on the TV. Him stretching out in a corner of her fuzzy purple couch as she snuggled into his side.

  He'd been nervous when he'd first arrived, the kind of nervous that made him conscious of his bumbling feet and shaking hands. And when she'd touched him in greeting, he'd been afraid he'd do something horribly stupid or juvenile, like grab her and start rhythmically rubbing his achy length against her.

  And her sweet touches hadn't let up; not through them eating and especially not through the clean up they'd shared. It drove him crazy on one hand and scared the shit out of him on the other. He'd wanted to touch back so badly, so when he'd finally screwed up his courage, finally found the balls to do so, all he could do was bring her in for the kiss he'd been dying to give her since he'd arrived. The one she'd initiated, that she'd taught him, in the car.

  But even as he'd kissed her, he'd been conscious to keep the rest of his body still. To not go all caveman on her and shit by pressing his hard-on against her beautiful body.

  All that changed, though, as soon as they'd hit the couch.

  Her pointing her little chin his way was all the approval he needed to let himself go, to practically attack her mouth. As their tongues tangled, he couldn't help but think he was fucking her mouth and, since she wasn't objecting to the move in the least, made him think he could up the ante a bit. Into changing positions so she could sit on his lap. Then moved onto touches and the kissing of necks that soon found entirely too much clothing in the way of his hands and his lips.

  But, she must've felt the same way too because his t-shirt was yanked away and dropped by the side of the couch in order to give her more room to work. It was her low moan of approval of what had been underneath his shirt that had him pushing the puffy sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms.

  "Back zipper," she'd moaned when his mouth had moved to her collarbones and had finally made their way to the tops of her lightly tanned breasts. "Oh, please god! Mel! Back zipper."

  And he'd been glad she'd repeated it since his sex-soaked brain hadn't made sense of what she'd said initially.

  Mel had slowly coasted the long toothed fastening down even as their tongues had continued to romp together. He felt the fabric that'd been pressed so tightly to his bare chest loosen and couldn't help pulling back. He wanted to goddamn see what he was uncovering. And had felt a sharp dart of lightening move within him at the view.

  Lulu liked to wear fancy fucking underwear.

  Fancy, lacy underwear.

  With no straps.

  Mel had swallowed so hard and so deep he'd felt a rawness on the back of his throat at the movement.

  Fffuuuccckkk, his cock had moaned in viewing her full breasts encased in light blue lace.

  While he tried to remain calm and be gentlemanly as he helped her ease the fabric of the pretty dress down to her waist, his hands almost ached with the need to touch what was scoring his eyes. Lucky for him, the only word he could utter was, "Lulu." Which, he knew, was offered up almost in stark, carnal awe.

  At his voice or because she'd already uncovered her top part, Lu shifted pulling the tight skirt of her dress up in order to straddle his lap. He caught a glimpse of her matching panties as she'd swung her leg over him, which had caused another lightening burst in the area behind his zipper.

  I wanna be in there. Right there, his brain had demanded at the image he'd collected as a flash-frame. And would, he knew, be offered up again for his viewing pleasure—his high-definition, full color memory.

  His hands made contact and knew she liked the feel of what his palms and thumb were doing to her chest by the little mewls she'd made from deep in her throat. On his part, he'd never felt anything so wonderful as her tits underneath his hands or the nipples that bored into the centers of his palms. His lips got in on the action, even though what he felt in his mouth was of the fabric covered kind.

  She moved again and he realized there were different areas to feel, to fondle.

  With the new position, he'd had full reign in being able to touch the ass his eyes had devoured and coveted for two full weeks. It was fuller than he'd imagined, her lace-covered butt cheeks overflowing his hands as he gripped and caressed. Better, so fucking very much better than he'd anticipated.

  Damn but he loved her ass.

  And she seemed to enjoy having his hands there as well. She whimpered as he fondled, moving her in order to have her crotch press against his zipper as his cock became trapped within their body's connection.

  Her hands weren't still either. They travelled from his shoulders to his biceps in long strokes, lifting only to rub over his pecs before moving to his upper abs. Caressing and stroking, following the full length of each muscle before moving on.

  Until the heat of her fingers finally glided down to the first button on his jeans.

  She leaned back, breaking the kiss and stared deeply into his eyes as he felt the pop of the metal clasp at his waist release.

  "Too fast?" her swollen and now un-lipsticked mouth asked. "Is this okay, baby?"

  "God, yes, Lu," he'd groaned, lifting his hips towards her ministrations. Realizing he wanted her prone, Mel twisted them both until his beautiful girl was flat on her back with him above her propped on his forearms.

  She realigned herself, shifting her hips and looping her feet over his calves before her face tilted back up to his even as her hands went into the front of his pants.

  One stroke of her hot hand and that's when Mel decided he needed a break otherwise he'd be embarrassing himself more than Billy had in his first time. He grabbed Lulu's wrist and reluctantly disconnected his mouth as he sat back on his calves.

  The view spread out before him almost did him in and kept his release right on the orgasmic knife's keen edge.

  Long, luscious rounded limbs. An overfilled bra with lace so thin he could fully see her nipples. The scrunched fabric at what he already knew was a small waist. And a tiny pair of lacy panties which gave evidence of her desire by the moisture visible.

  He dragged his eyes back up to her face and couldn't help his words. "I want you, Lulu. I want you so fucking bad."

  She blinked her big baby blues up him before she disengaged herself and stood. Sliding her dress all the way down and off, she silently lifted a hand to him. "So come have me, baby."

  Taking her hand and allowing her to lead, he followed her into her bedroom discovering she did have an awesome ass that sash-shayed naturally. She released his fingers and turned on a bedside lamp to its lowest setting before twisting and sitting down on the edge of the ruffled bedspread.

  She was like something from the pages of a magazine with her pink streaked hair and pastel underwear. But it was the expression she wore that had him enraptured.

  Shyly anticipatory.

  Expectantly excited.

  "I brought condoms," he blurted and felt heat burst into his face at his involuntary exclamation.

  She dipped her face down and turned it towards her shoulder but he'd caught the small smile on her lips.
"Good thinking, baby."

  Fuck! He wanted to be smooth, to be sexy and seduce her but his prior tutelage of the porn movie variety hadn't prepared him very well. In fact, the films hadn't shown much between the players meeting and then getting down to it and that gap in his education was evident by his hesitancy.

  Maybe if they went back to kissing and touching? They'd been doing really well when they were on the couch. Really, really well. Probably because he hadn't been thinking so much about what was going to happen and had just gone with the flow.

  Mel knelt down in front of her and, with a hand on each knee, moved her legs apart so he could get between them as his mouth again found hers. Soon they were right back to where they had been with the heat between them flaring as their tongues twisted and danced. Hands roamed and their bodies strained together as they both began to moan.