9781618857569GettingitAllStorm (13 page)

“He had never listed any of his expenses and he's too cheap to use an
accountant. I filled out the whole thing this year and he saved about
thirty-five hundred dollars.”

“Wow. He must have been really pleased. Did you get a raise?”

“He offered to take me to dinner.”

Matt laughed.
“Yeah.
That would be Carmen.”

She smiled, giving a slight shrug. “That's okay. I think of it as a
learning curve. You know, the more you know,
the
more
likely you are to always find a job. Was there a particular reason we're going
to New York today? You said it might be business and pleasure.”

“Buddy's having trouble finding a part he needs to replace. I thought
I might stop by the supplier's New York place and see if they've got it there.”

“Did you check their website?”

“Uh...no.
I'm not that big on...”

She giggled. “Men never are big on checking.” She pulled out her smart
phone and started tapping and sweeping her finger over it. “What are you
looking for?”

A few minutes later, Matt sat amazed at Lucy's efficiency. She had
emailed the supplier in New York and found they didn't have the part he needed,
but could order it from the area distributor, which was in Poughkeepsie, and
have it shipped to him in a couple of days. She double-checked that
Poughkeepsie had the part.

“Terrific!” he cheered. “We'll drive to Poughkeepsie and pick it up.
What did you say there was to do around there? This'll give us a lot more time
to do stuff.”

“There's the Loeb Art Center. It's wonderful. And you can even walk
across the Hudson on this old bridge they've turned into a park. And there's a
wonderful diner…”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, totally charmed by her enthusiasm. “So you
won't mind missing New York today?”

She looked at him with shining eyes and he felt his heart flop. “No. I
won't miss New York at all.”

* * * *

Several hours later Matt lay in his bed staring at the ceiling.

It had been, and was continuing to be, an astonishing day. He had not
had a relationship keep him awake in years.

All day long he and Lucy had hit it off as if he had never known her.
And in truth, he hadn't. The woman he had spent the day with was nothing like
the girl he thought was Lucy. Chuckling, he ran his hands over his naked body.
Man, never judge an office
hottie
by her business
attire.

She hadn't magically changed into another person. She had simply kept
revealing layers and layers of a unique creature who turned out to be the core
of Lucy, and that she guilelessly and innocently seemed to have no idea she had
kept totally hidden from everyone.

Matt turned on his side and curled. She had really given him a run for
his money.

It wasn't only her astonishing industriousness, the cleverness, the
knowledge of what was going on in the world and how to deal with it that
startled him, it was the sex
that had
totally and completely blown him away.

When, after a really great dinner, he pulled the gleaming black sedan
up in front of her apartment, he had felt like he was back in college,
desperately trying to impress and reel in a sexy classmate.
Totally
out of his depth.
He wasn't sure he liked feeling so off balance, but he
sure loved what had happened between him and Lucy in the last few hours.

“It's been one of the most fun and amazing days of my life,” he had
said. She was silent. Not even the light little laugh that he had grown to
appreciate during the day. Sometimes she could bust out a startling guffaw, her
timing always impeccable, but the enchanting ripple of delight was a signature
all her own, and he found himself working like a dog to elicit it. And each
time he achieved his goal, he felt as if he had won the lottery.

Her head was down. She looked out the window at her apartment building.

“Me, too.”
Her voice was very small
,
“I
had a wonderful time.”
—
and tentative. She wanted what he wanted. He
knew it.
For the day not to end.
Matt’s heart
thundered. His groin roared. They still had several hours if…

“Will you come home with me?” he asked, swallowing.
“A
cup of coffee, maybe?
A nightcap?”
Anything for her to stay with him as long as she could.

“Could we make love? It may be the only time we'll...I'll...I know
it's just a contest...”

He slammed the big car into gear and took off with a gravel-scattering
screech.

The ripple evolved into a full nervous laugh. “It's like a terrible
reality show,” she called over the powerful car's straining engine. “I know…I
know I can’t win…but I really want us to stay friends.
Afterwards.”
She clutched his arm. “Matt, you're wonderful. I feel awful begging like this,
but I want…at least once.”

He threw a grin her way as the midnight-black machine streaked through
the night.

“I'm going to bed you right and proper, baby. Better than taking you
on the lawn of your apartment building, right?”

She returned his laugh. “That might be
kinda
different. There are a couple of retirees in the building I swear would run to
unfold their lawn chairs and critique our moves.”

“I'm going to give you some moves that will blow their minds,” he
laughed. “And if those moves don't, I've got a million more to try. I'm gonna
keep trying until you cry mercy.”

“I'm loud, Matt. I yell a lot.”

“I'm looking forward to it.”

What he had not been expecting was her blowjob.
Which,
true to
its
name, blew his
mind.
None of his previous lady friends, or even Alice, were into blow
jobs and, now that he thought about it—and in the last few hours he had been
thinking about a lot of stuff he hadn't been thinking about lately—blowjob was
a stupid name for what Lucy had done to his dick.

It was more an appreciation-job of his organ, a love-job-exploration,
a tactile conversation with her luscious lips and her adoring tongue. She
seemed elated to get the chance to converse, to devour, to discover him. She
had stunned his dick into frozen-steel silence.

He reveled in the memory of her total devotion to his throbbing organ,
his mind thrown into turmoil even as his body sank into perfect bliss. How
was he
ever going to match what she was doing with what he
had planned to do to her center, he had wondered. He hadn't expected Lucy's
technique to be so stunning, so magnetic.
So very, very
efficient.

When she had first presented her nude self to him was when he had
initially been brought up short. She was perfect.
Young, but
not too curvy, not too fit, soft, firm.
When he first put his hands on
her he almost shot a load.

All his focus had been on making Lucy feel comfortable, making sure
she had a good time. He had expected to have a good time, too, but he had also
expected to do most of the work.

He was hard, so hard, so very hard, remembering. He fought against the
memories of Lucy, yet was desperate to retrieve them. Turned on, almost
violently so, he thrashed in his bed on his back, clenched fists thrown out to
his side, trying not to clutch himself, hoping for some slight recreation of
what she had done with her mouth and her hands. His dick ground his gears,
ordering his thoughts back to the blowjob.

Yes, she had done the lick thing from his big nuts to the engorged
purple pre-cum gushing head, gently, tantalizingly, but there
was no cute, girly squeaks
, no gasps of delight or fake
moans or any of the other stuff the porn sites seemed to require of their
pouty-lipped suckers.

She couldn't get much of him into her mouth, but what she did get in
got
the lavishing of a lifetime. Gentle, then more firm, her
tongue swirling over him, her lips dragging him deeper and deeper until he
felt—even knowing she only had his dickhead and maybe a couple of inches in her
mouth—he had the amazing sensation of being totally devoured. His nuts even
felt sucked up.
Part of the party.

God! He had to jack off! He threw off the covers No! He would not. He
would prolong the agony. Nothing, not even his two fine practiced hands could
replicate the bliss. He kissed his white-knuckled fist. “Good buddies”, he
whispered to the knitted fingers, “you may have just been delegated to backup.”

That was okay, he snorted. Some back-ups had gone on to be stars in
their own right, and when he had finally gotten around to fucking Lucy, his
hands had done a fine job of rising to equal status with his dick.

She had shaved for him, she shyly admitted, not knowing what he
preferred. She was smooth and flawless, the hills and valleys of her vulva, the
moist full lips, the sacred slit, the country at the beckoning apex of her firm
shapely thighs all but cheering his approach and demanding the firm breeching
of her plump portal.

He slipped through the welcoming gates and was surrounded and encapsulated
with muscles and tendons and velvet ropes that shocked him with the perfection
of the fit. He fucked her slowly and deliciously, his astonished hands roaming
her breasts, her bottom, her thighs,
her
face. She
writhed and wailed and gurgled and he felt like the hunkiest dude in creation
giving it to his woman with all he had. And he had a lot. He was back in prime
time.

She seemed to ennoble him, beef him up, juice his nuts,
thicken
his muscles, fire up his rocket to achieve amazing
heights.

Ohmygod
.
He came.
Rigid on his bed, not even touching his
dick, his entire body aflame with memories.

Matt lay panting, gulping air as his dick deflated and his nuts
drained.
Cum all over the bed.
All
over his pubes and thighs and stomach.
A rush of warmth and comfort
poured over him as he sank into the mattress, as his dick retreated and his
tightened nuts elongated and hung, happily emptied.

Fuck. Didn't even get around to replaying
what a fantastic job he did eating her out.

Sleep, blessed repose, washed over him.
He flopped over, smearing his warm seed into
the sheets and into his exhausted flesh.
Malely
,
smugly, he wondered, what the fuck had he unleashed in Lucy?

What the fuck was unleashed in
him?

He could hardly wait to see Dorothy.

* * * *

Lucy lay on her pillow-top mattress covered with the water-colored flowery
printed blue sheets, staring at the ceiling. The window was slightly raised—fresh
air important for optimum health—and a breeze fluttered the gauzy curtains and
cooled her still-warm body.

By now her heart had settled to match the rise and fall of the gently
billowing fabric. The shadows of the trees outside cast by the apartment
complex’s sidewalk lampposts fluttered on the ceiling of the dark room.

Everything peaceful and calm, she mused. No fraught thoughts. No panic
attacks. No scary scratches and creaks reaching out to disrupt her rest. No
monsters under the bed. No tossing about in a sleepless stupor.

A slow smile spread across her face. She had thrashed about, all right. She
had more than thrashed under Matt, over him, inside him, inside her.

Her hands gently stroked her naked breasts.
Naked in her
bed.
Caressed by gentle breezes.
Her fingers
touched her most private parts, private no longer. Shared now with him, with
the world, by all the other women he had touched—only two degrees and now she
was a woman of the world—shared with all the other women he had placed his
beautiful mouth against, stroked with his strong tongue, devoured with his
hungry lips.

Oh. My.
God.

Her fingers were everywhere now, pressing into her worldly pussy, dipping
deep inside where his miraculous tongue had ventured, plucking at her
innervated clit…

Ah.
Ahhh.
Thank
goodness. She was slightly sore. She needed gentling. She reluctantly pulled
her hands away, smoothed them up her body, and stretched to rest her
intertwined fingers behind her head. Her breasts pulled up to meet his memory.
Her nipples tingled in greeting.

She hadn’t been surprised when he moved his mouth away from hers, trailing
kisses down her front. His kisses, his deep throating had been wonderful, but
breath
taking—she needed a fresh supply of oxygen and he had
realized that. He nibbled at her navel and his rough cheeks enlivened her
tummy. Then his warm breath was at her center, her shaved and prepared most
private place, but not prepared for his mouth. She had never really thought
about that happening.