Romantic Evening (M/F Romance)

Cathy shifted just a touch, snuggling closer, if anything. The fire in the fireplace was our only light. We were both feeling a touch exhausted, yet good, after the days' adventure, now that we'd shared a little wine to settle us down. I sat on the couch with Cathy tucked under my arm. It was a winter day and the fire was very appealing.

And I marveled at the turn of events. Our first date had been a mere two weeks earlier, and it was already very clear that we were both looking forward to the long term. The feel of Cathy snuggling close was wonderful. Even merely sitting there in front of the fire, neither of us speaking, was perfectly comfortable, as if we'd been best friends for years.

Conversation with Cathy had been a revelation. From our first chance meeting, there had been something different. Yes, it had been like talking to an available woman, but this time it had also been like talking to a friend, and sharing so many interests that conversation never ran out. And I'd never suspected that such a thing would be so much of a turn on for me. Even though the intervening time had revealed Cathy to be quite conventional in the bedroom, clearly a traditional-thinking woman, I could not get enough of her. And it was growing more evident to me that she couldn't get enough of me.

I thought about these things as I enjoyed the feel of her body against mine. I'd been with women who were plenty wild in bed, who had done far more than merely show honest enthusiasm and appreciation for conventional sex. That I found Cathy so attractive, despite her traditional nature and wanted no more than what she gave me, astonished me. I held her close, so happy with what I had and so looking forward to another cozy night.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," I said.

A second passed before I felt her body tense. Tension, but nothing more. She said nothing in response, and I pondered. I wondered what she would make of that statement. She must surely be recalling the words and sounds, trying to assure herself she'd heard and comprehended correctly. Or wishing she hadn't.

I wondered what had made me say it. Surely she was finding herself conflicted, wondering whether to ask me whether it was a joke, or whether she ought to break away and get away from me, possibly to find a place sit down and cry, or whether she ought simply to pull away and call me a pig and march out of my life forever. Or possibly she could attempt to ignore it as a passing aberration, though she certainly wouldn't be able to forget that the words had been spoken. I listened to her breathing for any sign of her impending reaction, but though I still felt the tension in her body, that was all. She hadn't moved.

Seconds passed. Cathy said nothing and neither did I. I felt each slight move she made, soon sensing that she was about to withdraw from my arms. And she did so.

Sitting up slowly, she perched on the edge of the couch for a second, not looking my way. Then she lowered herself to the floor, finding a position between my legs. Her eyes never reached mine.

But I could see how nervous she was. Extremely nervous. I waited. She undid me. Her fingers shook. They were cold when she finally touched my cock.

But her mouth and lips were warm.

I looked down at her hair. I love her hair, light brown, down to her shoulders, so soft. She'd put the tip of my cock in her mouth. I felt her tremble. What was she thinking now? That it had all been too good to be true, these two weeks? But that she still wanted me? Had two weeks been just the right length of time until she could no longer allow it to end? Had this been the exact right moment to make such a demand, when she had grown certain she wanted me but was not yet sure she would be able to keep me? "Bare your breasts," I said.

She froze. Then removing her lips from my cock, she raised her body upright, and began to remove her sweater. I thought about my phrasing of the command: less personally involved than had I said I want to see your breasts. Rather, a mere statement of something I require of her. With her sweater off, she unbuttoned her blouse, and pulling it apart, she lifted her bra off her breasts.

She never raised her eyes. They were not on my cock, but though more-or-less on my belt, they looked far away. I said no more and she remained on her knees, her breasts now bare. The fire silhouetted her, casting her breasts in shadow, but that did not matter. She simply sat.

I simply sat as well.

Finally, she lowered her eyes to the floor and knelt forward once again, again taking my cock in her mouth.

She simply mouthed it, the tip, for quite a while. I studied her head, its slight movements, as I contemplated her pleasuring me. I felt my cock grow harder. She rested her hands on my thighs, maintaining the tip of my cock in her mouth.

I took hold of her head, gently but firmly. I pulled her head so my cock pushed further into her mouth, until I felt the tip on the back of her mouth. I held her like that for moments, then released her.

She kept my cock in that spot, then gently moved her head backward and forward, moving her lips along the shaft back and forth. She continued, minutes passing. I said nothing.

Then she stopped. With her hand, she briefly held my cock as she withdrew her mouth, kneeling upright once again. Very quickly, she began removing her clothes.

In moments, Cathy was naked, and at once, she knelt forward again, resuming what she had been doing. I looked down at her naked form, her hair. I gently held her head again, but this time not in an attempt to directly control her. She kept at it, and I felt myself hardening, anticipating a delicious moment. I still sensed her nerves, but it was clear she was not going to stop.

Releasing her head, I found my cell phone. Vicki's number was still on speed dial and I rang her.

"Well," said Vicki, "how's life with Cathy?" Vicki and I still kept in touch.

"She's kneeling and sucking my cock this very moment," I said aloud into the phone.

"Ah ha," said Vicki, clearly amused. I wondered whether she believed me. She'd met Cathy and had sized her up rather quickly. I felt a tremble in Cathy but she never hesitated. "Who would have believed it of that straight little thing. I'd better come over and get some."

"Some what?" I asked.

"Some girly oral," said Vicki with a laugh. "You're willing to share your good luck, right?"

"I'll have to think about that," I said. I wondered whether Cathy was trying harder as she heard half this conversation.

"Well maybe I'll come in to visit you two a bit later," said Vicki. "I still have your key, you know."

"Unfair," I said.

Vicki just laughed. I wondered if she'd actually do it. Because I well knew Vicki had done wilder things than that in her life. "Do something for me," said Vicki. "Tell her Keep sucking it, bitch"

I considered. "Keep sucking it, bitch," I finally said.

"Suck it like the nasty little slut that you are." said Vicki.

"Suck it like the nasty little slut that you are," I repeated.

Vicki said nothing as if to await a reaction. There was none. Cathy simply kept sucking. "Well, I think you've got her," said Vicki.

"It's looking that way," I said.

*      *      *

I lay, my arm over Cathy's side. We spooned under the covers. She was still naked, and I now wore just my tee-shirt. No, we had not done it after Cathy finished me, swallowing so obediently. With Cathy, I actually looked forward to simply snuggling in bed, even without sex. Which was one of the things that told me I was a goner.

I heard a click. And a door.

When Vicki and I had been tight, there'd been nights when she came over late. I probably could have sensed that this was Vicki even had there been others who could conceivably do such a thing. Likely Cathy might do such things, in the future. I heard Vicki's quiet steps, coming into the bedroom. She touched my shoulder. I felt Cathy's even breathing. Cathy hadn't heard. "Rouse her," whispered Vicki in my ear.

A minute later, Cathy remained groggy. Beyond Cathy, in the dark, was Vicki's naked form, so slender. God, it had been good with Vicki, the raw sex. Cathy was now on her back, still waking up. Vicki climbed onto the bed, and straddled Cathy's face. "Lick," I said aloud.

I sensed Cathy's realization that someone was above her, heard her breath catch. Undoubtedly surprise. Even shock. "Lick," I repeated. I kept the word devoid of emotion. I watched Vicki descend on Cathy's face. Vicki took hold of Cathy's head, holding it steady. I ran a hand along Cathy's body down to her pussy.

I fingered Cathy as Vicki ground into her face. I felt Cathy grow wet, and pushed two fingers inside her. I heard Cathy's breath catch again. "No slacking off, you fucking little whore," said Vicki. I started sliding my fingers in and out, fucking Cathy with them. Cathy's hand found me and held my arm tightly, but doing nothing to stop me. Vicki laughed. "Right, just how you like it," Vicki said. This time I heard breath on Vicki's voice as she spoke. Vicki was on her way.

I found I was in total control of Cathy, and caused her to come exactly when Vicki did. Vicki was not vocal but her breathing was quite loud at the moment, after which she simply collapsed on the bed next to Cathy. Cathy remained lying there, showing me the same kind of ecstasy I'd seen on previous occasions, times when I'd been inside her. For some time, they both simply lay there, recovering.

"On your stomach," said Vicki, finally. "Slut," she added, as if to assure we understood whom she was addressing. Cathy finally released her grip on my arm and obeyed. "Face down, hands on the back of your neck," said Vicki.

Once Cathy had complied, Vicki was in my arms. Vicki giggled, and wriggled in the sexy way she has and soon I was on top of her, ready to give it to her.

Cathy continued to lie quietly as Vicki vocally described everything I did.

*      *      *

It was dawn. Cathy lay in my arms as I awoke. I couldn't tell if she were still asleep or not. I wondered about Vicki's whereabouts. Very carefully, I sat up to look around the bedroom.

"She's gone," said Cathy. She never moved, but simply lay there, under my arm. Cathy is so beautiful, naked, even if she doesn't have Vicki's model-thin body. I began to gently stroke her arm. She still didn't move. From her arm, I moved my hand up to caress her hair.

"I love you," Cathy whispered.

"I know," I said.