Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (8 page)

Ask your partner for what you want or discuss afterward what might have made the experience even hotter. If you get into a
silly situation—and Ed and I have done that often—laugh about it, but keep the warm feelings and continue later. The most
important thing is to have fun and not to take it all too seriously.

So grab a bookmark or two, and maybe, with the help of your bookmark, you and your partner can make your fantasies come true
someday.

“Excuse me.”

Mildly annoyed, Jeff looked up at the man who was trying to get past him in the narrow row of the movie theater.

The movie had started about fifteen minutes earlier. “Why can’t these people ever get here on time?” he muttered to himself.
“Why do they always have to—”

He stopped abruptly as an astoundingly beautiful woman moved past him in the row, obviously there with the man she followed.
She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. She wore a long red T-shirt that came down only a few inches below her perfectly
formed ass. Jeff could have sworn that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath.

As she moved past, she turned and looked at him. “Thank you,” she said as she and her companion moved to the center of the
row. Her date wasted no time putting his arm around her, pulling her close.

Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off her. His whole world had become the beauty in red seated several tantalizing feet to his left.
The movie was good, and pretty sexy for an R-rated film, but since the film was several months old, the theater was only about
one-third full. There was no one else in the row besides Jeff, the woman, and her date.

Jeff started fantasizing about the woman in the red T-shirt, imagining what he would do to her if she was his woman. He imagined
slowly stripping her and tying her spread-eagled to his bed while he used his tongue to explore every nook and cranny of her
body, tantalizing and teasing her until she begged him to fuck her. He might refuse at first, make her beg some more, but
eventually he would fuck her. He’d fuck her long and hard, over and over again. He’d be the best fuck she had ever had. The
fantasy was so good and so real that, absently, his hand dropped down to his crotch, where, without his even realizing it,
he began to brush his hand lightly across his now-bulging cock. With the flimsy shorts he was wearing, the lump in his lap
was painfully apparent. He stared at the screen and slipped away.

As he stroked his cock in the darkened theater, the woman in red caught his movement out of the corner of her eye and turned
her head slightly to look. Their eyes locked momentarily and she smiled. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Jeff quickly
moved his hand and turned a deep shade of red. It’s a good thing it’s dark in here, he thought. Maybe she didn’t notice.

But she had noticed, and the sight had turned her on. Moving her date’s arm, which had been draped around her since the movie
started, she placed his hand on her thigh, about midway up, just at the hem of the long red shirt. Jeff could just barely
hear her purr as she leaned over and licked her date’s ear.

Jeff watched in amazement as she started slowly rubbing her legs together, silently signaling that she was horny and willing.
The man started stroking her thigh, moving his hand up and down the smooth expanse of her flesh. She responded by parting
her legs just a little, encouraging him to go farther. She reached over and put her hand in her date’s lap, squeezing his
hard dick through his pants.

Unable to believe what he was seeing, Jeff forgot completely about the movie and stared at the private show that was playing
out for him several seats over. Once again, he placed his hand in his lap, more openly now, and massaged his massive erection.
The woman looked over again, licked her lips, and winked in approval.

It was obvious to Jeff that the woman was getting hotter and hotter, and bolder and bolder, and Jeff was sure one of the ushers
was going to see them and throw them out. But, amazingly, he seemed to be the only one who noticed. The woman parted her legs
even farther and sat up slightly, allowing the man next to her to pull the shirt up above her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed
pussy. As Jeff had guessed, she was not wearing any panties. Jeff could see her moist cunt glistening in the dark auditorium,
and he imagined what it would be like to be between her legs, sucking and licking her hard, sensitive clit.

The man touched her wet pussy, eliciting a tiny gasp from the woman, who was trying her best to be silent and unobtrusive.
Jeff watched her nipples harden under her shirt, and he could almost taste her breasts in his waiting mouth. Jeff’s erection
was rock-hard now, begging to be freed and stroked. Should he? Or would that ruin the moment?

In the bright light from the movie screen, Jeff could see the man insert his middle finger into the woman’s cunt. She arched
her back and gasped for air, surprised by the suddenness of his act. In and out he pumped, while she moved, just slightly,
with each stroke. Reaching up, she squeezed her right breast, pinching her nipple and making it even harder. She glanced over
at Jeff and, noticing his obvious approval, smiled. She obviously enjoyed the audience.

Suddenly, she tensed, and Jeff could tell that she was coming. Her open mouth betrayed the scream that would have ripped from
her throat had they not been in public. Taking only a moment to catch her breath, she bent over, putting her head in her date’s
lap, and started kissing his dick. This was more than Jeff could take, and he pulled his shorts back, just barely exposing
the head of his throbbing cock. This is crazy, Jeff thought. What if I get caught? But he was too far gone to care.

Then Jeff heard a zipping sound, and he looked over, to see the woman freeing the man’s blood-engorged tool from his pants.
The man’s head was back, eyes closed, obviously not caring that he was in a public place. Purring quietly, the woman in red
started at the base, slid her tongue up the length of his cock, then circled the head teasingly. She kissed it several times
before putting just the head in her waiting mouth. Jeff watched as she stroked her date’s cock while sucking the head.

Jeff couldn’t control himself anymore. Fully taking his erect cock from his shorts, he began to pump and stroke it furiously.
He, too, had lost track of where he was, and he could see only the couple next to him. She moved around in her seat so that
he could see her beautiful, round ass and her wet, juicy cunt. Jeff watched her head bob up and down on her date’s cock as
the man’s hands gripped the back of her head.

She reached down between her legs with one hand and started stroking her glistening cunt, her fingers flying faster and faster
the closer her man got to orgasm. Suddenly, the man tensed, trying his best to stifle a scream, obviously filling her mouth
with semen. She plunged three fingers into her pussy and Jeff could see her lips contracting as she came again. At the same
time, Jeff came, turning slightly so that several drops of fluid fell on her beautiful ass. The man sat with his head thrown
back, totally spent. The woman rested her head in his lap, and with one finger, she wiped a drop of Jeff’s come off her ass
and, slowly, seductively, brought it to her lips. She extended her tongue and, with the tip, licked Jeff’s come from her fingers.
“Mmm,” Jeff heard her purr. He knew that she had enjoyed giving the show as much as he had enjoyed watching it.

Suddenly, Jeff was aware that the credits were rolling up the screen. He had missed almost the entire movie while dreaming
about the woman in the red T-shirt. He looked to his left and saw a row of empty seats. No woman, with or without a red T-shirt.
Not that he would have done anything even if he could have, he realized. He was a happily married man. But anyone could fantasize.

He thought of his wife of almost two years, who was arriving home from a business trip later that evening, and smiled. He
would meet her at the airport, and then, when they got home …

Charlotte loved romance novels. She read at least two a week and enjoyed nothing more than curling up with a book on a winter
afternoon while her husband watched sports on TV. After reading one particularly erotic scene, she found herself gazing off
into space.

Charlotte ran across the dark yard toward the gazebo, where she knew Armand would be waiting. Not even noticing the sultry
Louisiana heat, she lifted her hooped skirt and felt the dew-dampened grass soak her silk slippers as she sped away from the
music and rich food and revelers in the mansion behind her. No one must see me, she thought, looking over her shoulder. Good.
No one.

About fifty feet from the gazebo, she slowed, then stopped and tried to catch her breath. Was she breathless from running
or from the expectation of Armand’s muscular arms, lean body, and handsome face? He would be her husband in a few weeks, but,
except for a few minutes at the party thrown in their honor, she hadn’t seen him in almost a month.

“I’m here, darling,” the husky voice said.

A smile lighting her face, she lifted her hoop skirt higher and ran to the gazebo, to Armand. She climbed the three steps
and almost threw herself into her fiancé’s arms. “Oh Armand,” she whispered. “This is so dangerous. We shouldn’t be alone
like this. What would Papa and Mama say?”

“I couldn’t bear to watch you from a distance, looking at you politely, telling everyone how much I am looking forward to
our wedding.” He closed his arms tightly around her and buried his face in her hair. “Oh darling, I wanted to hold you, to
touch you, to love you.”

Charlotte turned her face up to his and felt his lips brush hers. “Oh yes,” she whispered against his mouth.

He pressed his lips more tightly against hers and rubbed his tongue against their joining. “Open for me, pet. Let me taste
you.”

Tentatively, as she had done a few times before, she parted her lips and let his tongue plunder her mouth’s depths. They kissed
for long moments, and Charlotte felt heat flow over her. She pulled back, withdrew a lacy handkerchief from her cleavage,
and blotted her chest. “Oh my dear sir,” she said, “you do know how to kiss me.”

“I want so much more,” Armand said, taking the handkerchief and brushing it gently across her chest. The neckline of Charlotte’s
dress was so low that he could almost see the tops of her areolas. He brushed the lace deeply into her cleavage, admiring
the luscious globes on either side.

“Sir,” Charlotte simpered playfully, “we mustn’t.”

“And why not?” Armand said. “In two weeks, we’ll be married. We’ll be able to do whatever we want. Why must we wait?”

“We just have to.”

Armand dipped his fingers into the deep valley between her breasts and caressed her damp skin. With a quick flick of his fingers,
he found her nipple and lifted it from the confines of her bodice. He pinched the swollen bud, then dipped his face and licked.
Feeling her tremble, he placed his forearm against the small of her back, pressed her closer to his body, and suckled. “You
want this,” he purred, his breath tickling her wet, erect nipple.

He took advantage of her silence to lift the other breast from its fabric nest and bite the tip. “You want this,” he repeated.
When she didn’t respond, he placed his other arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms, then sat on the bench of the
gazebo, with her on his lap.

In the light of the full moon, Charlotte could see the glow of the white of Armand’s shirt between the sides of his black
jacket. Beneath her hand, she could feel the strong, rapid beat of his heart. She looked at his shadowed face and saw his
smile. Yes, she did want him. But she couldn’t admit that. And she certainly couldn’t have more than a few stolen kisses—not
until they were married. She touched his beautiful mouth and he nipped her finger.

While he played with her finger, he placed his hand on her silk-covered ankle. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered, sliding
his hand up her calf, finding the bare skin above her stockings.

“You mustn’t,” she said, her breathing quickening.

Ignoring her protests, he slid his hand higher, up the inside of her pantalet-covered thigh. “I just want to touch you.” The
hand slipped higher, toward the split in the fabric.

“But Armand …” She tried to move away from the questing fingers but only succeeded in allowing him further liberties. As she
knew he would, his fingers found the hot, wet center of her hunger. She wanted to stop him. She knew she must. But it felt
so good, that finger, rubbing and probing. She had never felt anything like this. “Armand … ” She wanted, needed—but what?

“I know, my love. Let me show you how good it will be when we are married.”

He seemed to know how to feed the hunger. His finger rubbing her center, his mouth dipping to suckle at her breast. Rubbing,
sucking. Pulling her toward something. Pulling. Pulling. Her body was unable to resist the pull. But she must try. Mustn’t
she? Finally, she stopped resisting and let her hips move with a life of their own.

He sensed the moment she surrendered to him. Smiling, he moved her slightly, just enough to allow him to unfasten the front
of his britches and let his hard cock spring free. With a sweep of cotton, he lifted Charlotte so she straddled him, his cock
aimed at her heat. “Darling, I wish we had a soft feather bed where I could love you properly, but we both need this now.
And we must eventually return to the party. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

Charlotte sighed into the hot night. “Yes,” she whispered. “I do want you. Please.”

“There will be a little pain, but I will make it as easy for you as I can. After the pain, darling, I will never hurt you
again.” He lifted her with his strong arms and, buried beneath her skirts and petticoats, his cock found her. With a sudden
upthrust, he drove himself inside of her.

She felt a moment of pain, then the hunger began to build anew. His hands found her under the cotton. One hand held her tightly
against him, the other forced its way between their bodies to her now-erect clit. He rubbed again, and as he felt her tighten,
he pressed his mouth against hers.