Passionate Pleasures (19 page)

“I don’t know,” Kathryn replied. Then she added wickedly, “I haven’t slept with him yet, Deb. And maybe at my age I just want a friend with benefits.”

Debora giggled. She was well used to her sister-in-law’s pithy remarks after almost fifteen years of marriage. “I’m glad Hallock wants him at Thanksgiving,” she said. “And I’m glad you aren’t being put off. You know, Hallock just wants his sister happy, Kathy.”

“What Hallock wants is to run my life like he runs yours, Deb. However, since I actually like Timothy Blair, I will let my brother believe he is succeeding in doing just that,” she told the younger woman. “Kids all okay?”

“As always, disgustingly healthy,” came the reply.

“And you? You okay?”

“I can’t see my feet at this point,” Debora said.

“What can I do for Thanksgiving?” Kathryn asked.

“Would you do the stuffing for me?” Debora asked.

“How many guests?”

“Eight, and the children’s table,” Debora said. “The bird will be twenty-five pounds.”

“Done!” Kathryn promised. “The housekeeper’s working full out?”

“She’s a blessing,” Debora said.

“Then as always, you have everything in hand,” Kathryn said. “I hope to God that brother of mine knows how damned lucky he is in you.”

“Thanks,” Debora said. “Coralyn, what are you eating? Gotta go!” And she hung up.

Kathryn smiled. Okay, so she had no sex life right now, but she was suddenly beginning to appreciate what she did have. A loving family. A home she loved. A job she loved. And a younger man eager to get into her pants. And sooner or later he was going to get up his courage and try. And she was going to let him succeed.

“
H
ot fudge and strawberry?” He laughed. “You’re crazy—you know that, don’t you?”

“Hot fudge and vanilla?” she countered. “Booooring!”

“It’s traditional,” he said.

“It’s boooring,” she said. “It’s something Hallock would order.”

He fell back, hand clutching at his heart. “Your brother? You are comparing me to your brother, woman? Eat up! We obviously have some serious talking to do.”

“I don’t want to talk,” Kathryn said mischievously.

He saw what he thought was a wicked light in her green eyes, but he didn’t want to make a mistake with her at this point. “What do you want to do?” he asked her slowly.

Suddenly she was the proper Miss St. John again. “Finish your sundae, Tim. Then I’ll tell you what I want to do.”

“Hi, Mr. Blair, Miss Kathy.” Two preteen girls passed their table, giggling.

“Girls,” he said back.

“It’s going to be all over your Middle School now,” she teased him.

“What?” He actually looked confused.

“That we’re dating.” She laughed. “They’re already Twittering on their cells. One of them took a picture of us just before they spoke too. So tomorrow, when you get arch looks from a lot of your students, that’s going to be why.”

“Can anything be kept secret in this town?” he asked her, chagrined.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “Now finish your ice cream. Then you can take me home, and we’ll
talk
.” She dipped her spoon into the glass sundae dish, and demurely continued consuming her strawberry ice cream with the hot fudge sauce.

“What will we talk about?” he said with a wicked grin.

“Let me surprise you, Timothy Blair,” she answered.

“You constantly surprise me.”

Kathryn laughed. They had known each other three months now. They had been kissing for two while dancing around the fact that each time they saw each other they were more sexually attracted. Nicholas had cut her off from The Channel. She hadn’t had sex in weeks, and she wanted it. She wanted it badly. And Nicholas had said it was past time for her to live in the real world. But if she was going to be in charge of the situation, she was obviously going to have to make the first move.

They finished their ice-cream sundaes, and leaving Walt’s, walked home to Kathryn’s cottage behind the library. He had taken of late to parking his car a street or two away for the sake of discretion. They got to her door, and opening it up, Kathryn stepped into the little center hall, pulling him behind her. She took off her jacket, then helped him off with his coat and hung them in the hall closet. Then she surprised him.

Instead of turning the gas fire on, Kathryn took hold of his tie, and drew him after her up the narrow staircase. He followed without hesitation, but suddenly he was wondering if he was really ready for this kind of a relationship. There had been no one since Phoebe’s death. No one. He hadn’t had sex with a woman in years, but then she claimed the same disadvantage. Was this a wise thing they were doing?

I’m acting like a slut,
Kathryn thought, as she brought him down the small upstairs hall and led him into her bedroom.
But I don’t care! He’s been hinting at this for a month now. Let him put his money where his mouth is. I want to be fucked all night long. But this isn’t The Channel, and he’s forty-three. I’ll be lucky to get one good poke out of him. God, I hope he’s good at it. What if he’s a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” guy? I’d have to kill him then. Nicholas, I hate you for this!

The bedroom was dark but for a small lamp on her bureau that she had left on earlier. Kathryn turned in his arms and began pulling his jacket off. Her fingers skillfully undid the buttons on his shirt. She whisked the tie from about his neck. Her hands went to his belt buckle, and he stopped her then and there.
Oh God! I’ve made a fool of myself,
she thought, feeling her face getting hot.

“Easy, love,” Tim’s voice crooned in her ear. “We’re going to get there, but not so fast. Let’s enjoy the ride. I like the way you
talk
.” His voice was filled with laughter.

“I thought it was time we moved to the next level,” she said. “But if you don’t want to, you can leave now. I should be over feeling like a complete idiot by the time we meet for Thanksgiving dinner at my brother’s house.”

He chuckled. “Oh no, Kathy, you don’t get away so easily. I can’t believe you’re a woman to start something and not finish it.” His big hand cupped her face, and he kissed her mouth softly. “I don’t know what kind of men you were with before, but I’m a guy who likes to take it slowly. Passion shouldn’t be rushed, even after a drought.”

“It’s been so long for both of us. . . .” she began. Well, at least it had been for him.

The Channel might not be reality in the strictest sense, but it sure left a girl satisfied. Who needed real men? She did. She sighed.

He kissed her lips again. “Don’t talk, Kathy. Let’s just see what happens,” he said, low. Then he pulled her sweater over her head and laid it on a chair. Pressing her back into the wing chair by the bedroom fireplace, he knelt and slipped off her boots and soft socks, setting them neatly beneath the side chair. He stood her up again, unzipped her slacks, and slid them off, adding them to the sweater. Then he sat her back down again in the chair, clad only in her briefs and bra.

Standing directly in front of her, Tim drew off his unbuttoned shirt and his undershirt, laying them on the chest at the foot of her bed. He sat on the chest to take off his shoes and socks. Then standing, he unzipped his slacks and stepped out of them, putting them with the rest of his garments. Holding out his hand to her he pulled Kathryn to her feet and reached around her to unhook her bra, letting the scrap of silk and lace fall to the floor. Then, stepping back, he viewed her breasts.

She felt her face growing warm again, but the look in his eyes was admiring. When he pulled her against him the sensation of warm flesh on warm flesh was exciting.

Kathryn had round breasts with nipples the size of pansies. Tim pulled her closer and her breasts flattened against him. His chest was broad and smooth. That was good. She didn’t like hairy men.

“Put your arms about my neck,” he told her softly, and when she did he pushed off her panties, his hands going around to cup her buttocks. “You’re round in all the right places,” he said, smiling down at her. “Do you have any idea of how badly I want to fuck you, Kathy? I haven’t had wet dreams since I was fifteen.”

The rough words coming from him startled her. But what had she expected him to say?
Copulate? Have sex? Engage in sexual intercourse with you?

“I will admit to thinking about what it would be like to fuck with you,” she said.

“Phoebe and I used to do what is referred to as talking dirty to each other,” Tim told her. “I liked it. Proper schoolmaster on the outside. Fucking barbarian on the inside.”

Barbarian!
He had said
barbarian.
Kathryn swayed against him. “I want to see your cock,” she said. Then she pushed his boxers off and reached for him. Nicholas had said she wouldn’t be disappointed. She wasn’t. He was long, already thickening and hard in her hand. She reached beneath to cup his balls. Oh God! His sack was heavy. She didn’t need to look. Her touch told her that he was every bit as large as her fantasy barbarian, Temur. She wanted to suck him. But what would he think of her if she did without an invitation? God! She was letting him run the show, and she didn’t want to lose control of what was happening between them. “Let me suck you,” she said.

“No,” he replied. “I’m already hard, Kathy. I want to give you some pleasure before we come. And I want us to come together. I’ve got a big dick, and you need to be nice and wet, or I could hurt you. But another night, love, and you can have it any way you want. Tonight, however, I just want us to have a good, long fuck.”

She kissed him to let him know she liked what he said. And she did. They kissed and kissed until her lips felt bruised. He put her on the bed, and put a few pillows beneath her hips to elevate her. Then he slid between her thighs, peeling her nether lips apart, and began to lick her cunt with the most skillful tongue she had ever experienced. He was amazing. None of her lovers in The Channel had tongued and sucked her like he was doing. He nibbled on her clit, which was now swollen to double its size. Kathryn moaned, unable to help herself. “Oh God, that is so good!” His lips fastened about her clit and sucked hard. Kathryn screamed softly. “Oh yes, Tim! More, please!”

He laughed softly. “Later,” he promised, “but right now you are very wet, and I’m very hot to fill your cunt up with my cock.” He positioned himself above her, drawing her slowly onto his massive penis. He moved carefully at first, but when he realized that she could take him in easily, he sheathed himself as deeply as he could go.

“Oh God, yes!” Kathryn half sobbed. She was impaled on his big dick, and she had to fight with herself not to come right then and there.

He saw her difficulty, and murmured soothingly, “Easy, easy, Kathy. Breathe a slow, deep breath. That’s it. Now again. Better?”

She nodded. It was better. She was amazed by his gentleness and his skill as he began to move on her. Closing her eyes, she let herself be swept up in the pure pleasure as sensation after sensation washed over her. His cock moved rhythmically in and out, in and out. Kathryn wrapped her legs about his torso and moaned as he pressed deeper into her.

She was practically floating, and then he found her G-spot. She screamed softly, and the pleasure began to build quickly as he pumped her, pumped her, pumped her.

“I can’t hang on much longer,” he finally groaned.

“I’m ready!” she gasped and then climaxed, the walls of her vagina convulsing around his throbbing cock as its juices erupted like a volcano. “Oh God!” She sighed gustily. “That was wonderful, Principal Blair. Can I come to your office again soon?”

He laughed weakly.
Wonderful
didn’t begin to describe what had just happened.

Then he groaned. “Damn! I forgot the condom.” He rolled away from her.

“We should be okay,” she said. “I don’t have any diseases, and I get a gyno yearly. I haven’t had any lovers in years.”

“But what if . . .” he began.

Kathryn laughed. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell,” she said. “I’m too old.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said. Reaching out, he took her hand in his. “This was nice, Kathy. I guess this makes us friends with benefits now.”

“I guess,” she answered. Her hand felt small in his, and when he put his arms about her and drew her close, Kathryn almost cried. She suddenly felt protected, and as if no one or nothing in the world could hurt her. Now where the hell had that come from? She wasn’t one of those women who needed a man. All she needed was a good fuck on a regular basis. Sex was all she wanted. Nothing more. The Channel had been perfect for that, but now Nicholas had her screwing around with a real-live man, actually enjoying it, and getting sappy feelings about it.

Tim could sense her confusion. She was a woman who didn’t play at the game of love any more than he did. She was probably wondering where this was going. So was he. Friends with benefits. It was okay for thirty-somethings, he supposed, but was it all right for the very proper Miss St. John and the Middle School principal? But having had a taste he knew without a doubt that he wanted more. Eventually they would have to decide what this relationship was all about. But not right away.