Julie woke up when her cat, Big Kitty, gently pawed her face. “Ok, ok,” she mumbled as she got out of bed. Once in the kitchen, she fed her cat and made coffee. As she sat at the kitchen table, she wondered how her day would go. The phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Julie. Just wondering how you’re feeling.”
“Oh, morning, Sarah. I’m okay. Just getting my day started. How are you doing? You did have a little too much to drink last night. Awfully early for you to be calling isn’t it?”
“Julie, you know that’s not what I mean. Don’t change the subject. After our talk last night, I’m still a little worried.”
“I told you. I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about. I was just in one of those moods, I guess. Next time, just keep me away from the Harps, ok?” She laughed, trying to change the subject.
“Uh uh, it’s not that easy this time. Get out of the house today. Do something fun. I mean it, Julie! Look, I know you’re a writer and I know about your deadlines. But think about it. You and David broke up at least 6 months ago. You’re not going to get your life back if you don’t get out of the house once in a while.”
Julie laughed. “Well, geesh, Sarah! I could have sworn we were at Ryan’s last night.” She leaned against the wall and hugged herself tightly as the tirade went on.
“You know damn well that’s not what I meant. I’m not talking about sitting in a neighborhood bar, Julie.” Her sister’s voice softened. “I’m sorry. I’m nagging again, aren’t I?”
Julie nodded her head as she watched her cat eating. “Yes. But I understand your concern. I do. I’m just not ready to start another relationship. I promise, if I am, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Guess I’ll have to settle for that for now.” Julie heard her sister sigh. “You know, sometimes it’s hard being your sister. Other times, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone. I’ll talk to you later. I love you Jules.”
“I love you too, Sarah.”
Julie hung up the phone and leaned down to pet her cat. “You know, Big Kitty, if I could find someone with your loyalty, charm and good looks, I wouldn’t be standing here like this.” She sighed as she stood up, the memories of mornings with David flooding her with a deep sense of longing.
Carrying her coffee into the bathroom, she turned on the water for a shower. She took off her robe and stood in front of the mirror. With a critical eye, she looked at her long curly red hair, blue eyes, stomach and ass. Her hands moved to hold her breasts from underneath, thumbs gently stroking her nipples to hard tips. Her eyes widened when she saw David behind her, caressing her shoulders as he smiled. She lost herself in that smile of his as her bare cheeks pushed back into nothing.
She gripped the edge of the sink and looked at her reflection. “What am I doing? It’s over,” she yelled out loud.
Julie stepped under the water and tried to take her mind off David. She shampooed her hair but when her hand touched the side of her neck where David used to kiss her, just under her ear, she gave in to her grief. Her tears mixed with the water as she rinsed her hair.
Julie toweled herself off, grabbed her coffee and headed into the bedroom to get dressed. She pulled on a pair of old jeans and a gray sweatshirt, then banded her hair back into a ponytail. When she walked into her office she laughed. “Big Kitty, you know my routine better than I do sometimes,” she grinned. Picking him up off the top of her monitor, she turned on the computer. While it booted, she looked at her list of things to do. Her hand ran through her hair as she began the process of deciding what could and couldn’t wait.
“First things first” she thought as she checked her e-mail. She saw the usual messages and made mental notes of how to respond. She stopped at an unfamiliar name on her incoming mail.
“Dear Leslie. I just got done reading two of your erotic stories posted on your web page. I just wanted to let you know I like the way you write. It’s as if you’re reading my mind. I’ll be looking forward to reading more of your work. Jack Reynolds.”
She sat back and drank the last of her coffee. She was used to getting responses to her erotic stories, but the mind reading comment intrigued her. Setting her cup down, she messaged him back.
“Dear Jack. Thanks for your message regarding my stories. I’m not a mind reader but it’s nice that you think so. Must mean I know what I’m doing. ( grin). Thanks again. I really appreciate your taking the time to mail me. Leslie Larson.”
She pushed the send button and then started answering her other mail. Her cat sat on the desk next to the mousepad and yawned as Julie continued down her list of projects.
An hour later, she was absorbed in writing an article on the latest political controversy when she heard “You have new mail.” She stopped typing in mid-sentence and checked.
“Hi, Leslie. I’m not sure what area of the country you live in, but I’m in Chicago. If you’re anywhere close, perhaps we could meet for lunch today and discuss mind reading techniques. Jack.”
She ran her hand through her hair as she re-read the message three times. This was not something she had anticipated. She sat back in her chair and stared at her. cat, whose paw was resting on her lower arm. Making a decision, she replied to this latest message.
“Hi, Jack. Believe it or not, I’m on the north side of Chicago. I just happen to have some free time available around 1:00 this afternoon. Let me know where you want to meet and I’ll bring my mind reading manual along. Leslie.”
Pushing the send button, she got up from her chair. She walked into the kitchen, not sure of what she wanted in the room. Nerves, she thought. She was nervous yet eager because she had never done anything bold as this before. It’s the new me, she decided. I can do this. What will be the harm?
She opened up the refrigerator, grabbed a can of Diet Dr. Pepper and pulled the tab off with a shaking hand. As she went back up to her office, her heart was racing. Her cat was sitting at the top of the stairs, looking at her. “What?” she asked him, patting his soft white fur. “Dangerous? Don’t worry, I’ll be in a public place. Besides, it may not even happen.”
She sat back down at her computer. Just as she opened a research file on political maneuvers, she heard that voice: “You have new mail.” Quickly she opened her mail and read: “Hi, Leslie. Yes, I believe it. I’m downtown on business. Can you meet at Houstons around 1:30? I have the rest of the afternoon off, plenty of time to discuss that manual. Jack.”
She was quick with her reply. “Jack, I’ll be there. How will I know you?”
His reply came quicker. “Leslie, I have long blonde hair, glasses. I’m wearing jeans and a white shirt. I’ll be the man smiling at the bar. See you there. Jack.”
She looked at her watch. “Geesh, Big Kitty, its noon.” She went to her closet and chose a dark green sweater. I haven’t felt this excited since David kissed me for the first time, she thought. Pulling the band out of her hair, she started making herself presentable.
Julie pulled into the parking lot, hands trembling on the wheel. She shut the car off and looked at herself in the rear view mirror. What am I really doing? she asked. She could hear her sister’s voice in her ear: “You’re going to get your life back.”
She got out of the car and walked the four blocks to the restaurant with a confidence that covered her anxiousness. Pushing the door open, she took a deep breath, smiled and stepped inside.
Julie saw Jack first. He was sitting at the bar and looked exactly as he had described himself. What he hadn’t told her was how good-looking he was. She walked toward him, a nervous smile on her face.
“Jack? Hi, I’m Leslie.” She held out her hand to him.
He looked up in surprise, then stood up. Taking her hand, he held it a moment too long. “Leslie? Guess I should have thought to ask what you looked like.” He released her hand and pulled out the chair next to him. “Do you want anything to drink?”
She saw he was drinking a beer. “Lite beer is fine with me, thanks.” She waited until he gave the bartender her order, then spoke. “So, do I look like you thought I would?” Her beer arrived and she poured the golden liquid in a glass.
“Actually, no. My mind could never have imagined how deep blue your eyes are.” He smiled with hesitation, then quickly looked down at his glass. Julie leaned back in her chair. Not sure how to reply, she took a sip of her beer. “Well, you’re not exactly what I expected either.” She sat up to put her glass on the bar. “I am curious though. What made you mail me? I get responses to my stories but no one’s ever told me I’m a mind reader,” she laughed.
The hostess came up to them. “Mr. Reynolds? Your table is ready.” Jack and Julie stood up. “Follow me.”
Once at their table, Jack looked at Julie. “So, is your real name Leslie?”
Wondering at the sense of comfort she felt with this stranger, she didn’t hesitate with her answer. “No. It’s Julie.”
He grinned. “Well, it may take me a while to get used to that. Leslie is what I’m used to.” He looked at his menu. “By the way, Jack Reynolds is my real name.”
“It’s a nice name. It fits you.” Julie smiled as they both read the menu. “The Chicken Oriental Salad is my favorite here.”
He looked at her over his menu. “I need some Pasta. Baked Mostaccioli I think.” He set the menu down. “You asked me a question before.” His hands played with his napkin. “I guess I mailed you because it’s true. I feel like you know me. I feel like your erotic scenes are written for me.”
Julie put her menu down. “Look, Jack. I don’t want you to be tense or uncomfortable. Heck, I don’t want to be nervous. Let’s start over, ok? Hi, I’m Julie. You must be Jack.” She smiled and held out her hand.
He shook it. “Nice to meet you, Julie.”
The conversation then started as normal first-time conversations do. “What do you do for a living? How long have you lived in Chicago? What did you think of the Blues Fest at Grant Park? Did you go to the Gospel Fest too? Are you a Bulls fan?” By the time their food arrived, their conversation was animated and their comfort level had grown.
“Would you like any dessert?” their waiter asked as he cleared away the dishes from the table.
Jack looked at the waiter. “No, nothing for me. What about you, Julie?”
“I’d like some coffee, I think.”
“Great. Make that two coffees.” The waiter left and Jack looked at Julie. “So tell me, are you as bold as your stories?”
Julie laughed. “Well, sure, in a way.” She ran her hand through her hair as if in deep thought. “I mean, my fantasies are bold but I’m not sure I am.”
The waiter brought their coffees.
“I like the way you look when you play with your hair, Julie. Tell me one of your fantasies.” He watched her and saw something awaken. Not quite sure what it was, he felt his cock jerk. “Pretend you’re writing a story. Tell me what you would do if this was a story you’re in right now.” His heart beat faster as he watched a transformation come over her.
Julie sat back. The minute he asked about her fantasies, she felt her clit tremble. She crossed her legs. Her nipples turned to hard little pebbles as her hands wrapped around the coffee mug. “Are you sure you want me to tell you here? In this public room?” She smiled, not understanding why she suddenly felt so feisty.
“Yes, Julie. I want to know what you would do to please me here in this restaurant right now. There’s hardly anyone here right now. Tell me what you’d do. Tell me how you’d feel while you did it. Better yet, show me.”
Her breath quickened. It was as if she was alternating characters when she stood up. She was like a butterfly shedding its cocoon. “Why don’t you let me sit next to you?” she asked. He started to move over when she touched his shoulder. “No, let me in first.” He stood up to let her slip into the booth. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she moved in front of him. Her ass looked inviting as she bent over and moved the napkin that had fallen on the seat. Sliding in, she smiled and he felt his heart melt.
He sat down next to her, not quite sure what she was going to do but hoping that her fantasy was the same as his. His only thought was how exciting she truly was and she hadn’t really done anything yet.
“Jack, you look uncomfortable. I think you should unzip your jeans.” She smiled innocently but her eyes betrayed her emotions. “Push them down a little. I want to see you.” He kept his eyes on hers as his hands moved toward his zipper. He felt her lust as if it was his own.
“Slowly, Jack. We are not going to rush this.” She watched his hands as they fumbled for a moment, then gasped when she saw his cock, hard and almost perpendicular. His balls rested heavily against his closed thighs. “Now drop your napkin on the floor.”
His hand shook as he picked up the cloth and dropped it under the table. Julie leaned close to him, letting her breasts brush against his upper arm. Her thigh was hard against his as she turned toward him. Touching his chin, she turned his face toward her. His mouth felt soft as her tongue moved gently back and forth along his closed lips, forcing them open. She heard his breath catch when the tips of their tongues met. Slowly she sucked his tongue, letting her teeth scrape against it. His cock was fully erect now and his breath was as ragged as hers.
Her mouth pulled away from his. “Such a wonderfully slow kiss, Jack. Do you like it? Can you imagine what else I’m going to do slowly to you?” Her hand moved to his cock as her lips kissed his chin, then moved toward his ear. “Jack, I’m going to slowly lick your cock. My mouth is going to gently suck your balls. I’m going to make you come, Jack. I’m going to play with my clit, too. I want you to think about how hard my clit is going to get, Jack. I want you to imagine me touching myself as I suck your cock. Do you know why I want to suck you Jack?”
He couldn’t answer if he had tried. She was nipping at his ear lobe while her fingers lightly stroked and caressed the hard firm flesh that was between his legs. Jack closed his eyes, tried to concentrate on finding his voice.
“Because I’m hot for you. If we were anywhere else, I’d make you wait for hours to come. You know that, don’t you?” She squeezed his cock firmly as he nodded his head.
Her tongue circled his ear as she whispered. “Jack, I hope you can control yourself. I’d hate for us to be thrown out because you can’t keep quiet.”
He opened his eyes and saw her smile as she slid under the table. He pulled the tablecloth down so that what she was about to do couldn’t be seen. When he felt her hair against his thigh, he almost pulled the tablecloth off.
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