Seduced By A Wolf (6 page)

Her skirt reached mid-thigh and kept rising. The narrow bottom tightened a bit but Derrick applied a small amount of force and the high back slit did the rest. Soon the denim was bunched around her hips and waist. Derrick rubbed her mound through her panties and then dipped lower, between her legs. “You’re wet.”

“Yes.”

He toyed with the edge of her bikini, along the sensitive crease of her inner thigh and Von spread her legs to give him access. “Touch me.”

“I’m touching you,” he said.

“No.
Touch
me.” She guided his hand inside her panties to her folds.

“Like this?” He watched her as he gently parted her labia and pressed a finger to her opening.

“Yes,” she quickly agreed.

“Or like this?” he asked, taking the moisture from her vagina and using it to stroke her clit.

“Ooooh.” Von tilted her hips, arching and moving with him. His touch felt so different from hers. His fingers thicker, longer, harder. “Yes, that.”

“Do you do this, baby? Do you touch yourself at night, pretending that it’s me?” he asked in a deep, low voice.

Eyes closed to better enjoy the sensation, Von didn’t know how to answer. Did she confess to pleasuring herself?

“Do you?” he demanded. Something in his tone had her opening her eyes.

His piercing gaze drilled into her eyes.

“Yes,” she heard herself confessing.

He eased a finger into her sheath while his thumb continued its caressing motion. “And do you have toys, instruments you put in
here
?” He punctuated the word here by stroking in and out the opening of her vagina.

Von grabbed for the counter as her knees weakened. She trembled from head to toe, her arousal greater than anything she’d been able to manage previously on her own. She rode his hand, wanting him to go deeper.

“Do you, Von?” Derrick asked, adding another finger.

“No,” she cried out.

“Does this feel good?”

“Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Say please.”

“Please.”

“Look at me. Please, who?”

It was a struggle to open her eyes. They felt heavy, weighted down. “Please, Derrick.”

“That’s right, baby. Derrick. And this,” he thrust deeper, his fingers brushing her hymen and the brief pressure made her flinch, “is mine, isn’t it?”

Von wasn’t sure which he was referring to, her virginity or her vagina, but the answer to both was the same. “Yes.”

“Remember that,” he said as he eased his fingers from between her legs. “I gotta go.” He circled his thumb around her clit one last time before pulling away.

“What?” Dazed, she reached for him and he gently brushed her hands away.

“I’ll see myself out. Go to bed and get some rest. Dream of me,” he commanded.

Von remained slumped against the counter, unable to move, trying to figure out what just happened.

****

An hour later, Von was still twitchy. Masturbating during her shower barely took the edge off. She needed a man, one with a thick, hard dick to satisfy the emptiness Derrick had left inside. She paced the floor of her bedroom, rubbing her arms, willing her body to settle down.

Finally, she threw herself across the bed, forcing her mind to ignore her flesh and think. The phone rang—probably Marketta calling to see how the evening went—but she ignored it. Viewed objectively, she was closer than ever to her goal—making love with Derrick. Tonight he’d taken her to heights she’d never reached before and she desperately wanted more.

She was tired of being wound up and left wanting. Enough was enough. Her plan to seduce Derrick without him realizing it seemed to be slowly working. So, if the sight of her in a simple nightgown left him dreaming of her for a week, what could she wear that would destroy his control? Marketta would say naked was best, but Von wasn’t sure she was ready to be that brazen. But...

She scrambled off the bed and over to her lingerie drawer. On a shopping trip with Marketta she’d purchased a skin toned, sexy shelf bra that lifted the underside of her breast but left them bare, and matching minuscule, sheer g-string panties that gave the illusion of being covered while showing everything. At first glance she should appear to Derrick to be naked. Hopefully, the combination of the two would be enough to snap his control.

It was a bold move on her part. Could she pull it off? Did she have the nerve?

Yes, Von thought, remembering Derrick’s actions tonight. She realized his jealousy of her attention to Sean was a large part of why he did it. It was stupid, since Derrick knew how much she loved him but maybe, as more than one friend had suggested, that was the problem.

Derrick was
too
sure of her. He took her love, her always being there for him, for granted. They’d urged her more than once to make Derrick jealous by pretending an interest in someone else. To give him a little competition, however unreal, to shake him out of his complacency. Before, Von’s innate honesty wouldn’t allow her to play those types of games, but if the green-eyed monster helped her achieve her objective, maybe it was time she started. She didn’t want to be thirty and still unmarried, and with the way things were going between them, that was a real possibility.

On the other hand, those same friends also suggested that the reason Derrick was so willing to wait until marriage to consummate their relationship was because he had a steady supply of sex on the side. Either that or he was on the down low and using his relationship with her as a cover. She’d disagreed, saying Derrick wasn’t gay or bi-sexual, and would never be unfaithful to her. She tried to explain about him being a minister, a man of honor. They scoffed and called her naïve.

At least Marketta agreed with her. Although her reasoning had nothing to do with Derrick’s faith and everything to do with him being ‘a selfish, uptight religious pig.’

Von sighed, really wishing that the two most important people in her life would get along.

She pulled the taupe set out of the drawer and laid it on the dresser. Her friends would be shocked to know that under the ‘prudish’ attire she normally wore was the sexy lingerie of a siren. After seeing her momma go around half-dressed for most of her life, always on the prowl for her next sugar daddy, Von could appreciate and applaud the modest attire Derrick’s father encouraged the women of their congregation to wear. Her sexy underwear was like a delicious secret she kept from the world at large while satisfying her desire to be sexy and feminine.

Fingering the thong, she considered how to proceed. She needed to shock Derrick, blast through his defenses before he had a chance to erect them. That required the element of surprise. She was certain once he saw her in this, nature would do the rest. After all, like her he had to still be battling with arousal from tonight’s round of foreplay.

Tomorrow. It had to be then. It was her last day off from work so she didn’t have to worry about leaving early. Derrick’s game with Sean was scheduled for noon. By six he should be home alone, ready to wind down and prepare for church on Sunday. The idea of facing her future father-in-law and the other members of their small congregation so soon after having sex with Derrick for the first time made her a little queasy. She quickly squashed the thought, knowing if she dwelt on it for any length of time, she’d lose her nerve.

Take it one day, one hour at a time, she counseled herself. First seduce Derrick. Then deal with the consequences.

Now how to go from dressed to undressed without Derrick noticing? She couldn’t show up and begin to strip. He’d stop her and escort her to the door. Bad enough she was showing up unannounced.

For a moment, she was apprehensive. Derrick really, really disliked her coming by without warning. He said as a minister it reflected badly upon him and the church to have single women in his apartment, even if that woman was his fiancée. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d been to his place, and even then either other people were present or she sat in the car while he ran inside to get some important item he’d forgotten. Once again she questioned the wisdom of her planned actions.

Von chided herself for being a nervous twit. Derrick loved her as much as she loved him. More importantly, his desire for her was as strong as hers for him. There was nothing wrong with them taking their relationship to the next level. He just needed a little nudge. This would work, as long as she planned it right.

So, she needed something quick. Something she could throw off in an instant. That brought to mind flashers, and she shuddered in distaste. Von didn’t want to equate what she was doing with perverted old men baring their indecently exposed bodies to unsuspecting victims.

Then Von remembered overhearing one of the women she worked with telling another how she’d surprised her husband on their anniversary. She’d slipped out of the house dressing in an overcoat and nothing else, rang the doorbell, and when her husband answered the door, flashed him. He’d been stunned and very much appreciative of her efforts.

Von smiled, much preferring the image that brought to mind. But wearing winter gear in the summertime would definitely draw too much attention. Something she wanted to avoid. Not to mention have Derrick thinking she was crazy.

Hmm, she did have a coatdress. It would serve the same purpose and was dressy enough for church service the next morning, eliminating the need to return home early in the morning and change. Additionally, she wouldn’t have to carry an overnight bag. Everything else she needed would fit in her purse. Derrick wouldn’t suspect a thing and by the time he realized what she was up to, it would be too late.

Again she hesitated.
Maybe I should simply talk to Derrick. Tell him how I really feel
. Derrick was really vocal about what he called ‘brazen’ women. Even after all these years together, Von had to be careful of when and how she touched him. Anything overtly sexual and he’d turn cold.

She forced herself to shake off any uncertainty. She had a plan, one that would work. Satisfied, Von returned the panty set to the drawer and closed it. Then she crawled into bed and turned off the light. Her smile, had Derrick been there to witness it, would have warned him to watch out. She fell asleep and as Derrick commanded, her dreams were full of the two of them entangled in all sorts of erotic poses.

“Foul!” Sean looked up from his position on the wet concrete court where he’d sprawled after Derrick aggressively body checked his shot, causing him to miss.

Hands on his hips, head hanging low and breathing hard, Derrick conceded, “You got me.” He extended a hand and Sean grabbed it, allowing Derrick to pull him to his feet.

This was game five in the best of three-out-of-five. The score was tied two/two. If Sean made this shot, he’d win the game and Derrick owed him lunch. Dinner, now, since they’d long passed the lunch hour.

Derrick jogged over to retrieve the ball while Sean lined up on the free throw line. They’d played hard, first with a group of guys who’d already had possession of the court when they arrived, and later against each other after it began to rain and everyone left.

Ball in hand, Sean bounced it once, twice, then lined up his shot. Swoosh! All net. Derrick, positioned beneath the goal, caught the basketball and slung it at Sean for his second shot.
Bounce. Bounce. Shoot
. “That’s game,” Sean announced unnecessarily as the ball fell through the net.

“Good game,” Derrick acknowledged.

He laughed. “I take back what I said about you getting soft. You still play a mean game of B-ball.”

Derrick smiled. “Yeah, well, I’d like to know who said white men can’t jump. They never met you. That’s for sure.”

They headed for the park entrance.

“You’re still competitive, I see,” Sean commented.

Derrick shrugged. “What can I say? I like to win.”

Sean grinned at him. “So do I, which is why you owe me a steak.”

Glancing at his watch, Derrick said, “I’m going to have to give you a rain check on that. It’s after five and I still need to prepare for tomorrow. I’m preaching and need to finish my sermon notes.”

Sean took in both of their soggy, sweaty appearances and the sounds of their shoes squishing with each step. “I don’t think either one of us are in any condition to be going out.”

During their second game, the light summer rain had finally stopped, but by then they were both soaked.

Sean palmed the ball, dribbling it from hand to hand as they walked down the sidewalk to Derrick’s apartment complex. Occasionally, he passed it to his friend who made fake air shots before passing it back.

“Can I borrow your shower? I don’t want to travel like this.”

“Sure, man. Let me grab a towel and the bathroom’s yours. You want me to throw your things in the dryer?” Derrick asked.

“No, thanks. A plastic bag’s fine. I’ll throw them in the wash on base.”

As they entered the parking lot, Sean stopped by his car to grab his duffle containing an extra pair of fatigues and a t-shirt. His boots were in the cab so he brought them, too. No underwear, but it wouldn’t be the first time he went commando. The important thing was that he had an extra pair of socks.

In the apartment, Derrick called out from the bedroom, “I’m calling for pizza. Want some?”

“Naw, you got stuff to do. As soon as I’m dry, I’ll head out.”

Hooch came out of his room wearing a pair of low riding drawstring sweatpants of an indeterminate color, wet clothes in one hand and rubbing his head with a towel with the other. “Go ahead. I’ll shower after you finish. In the meantime, I’ll run these,” he held up the soggy clothes, “through a wash cycle. Extra towels and wash clothes are in the bathroom.”

“Thanks.” Sean picked up his stuff and headed in the direction Derrick indicated. Once through the doorway, he discovered the bathroom to the left and the bedroom was to the right. He glanced into the room as he went by, stopping in his tracks when he spotted the picture.

A quick look over his shoulder confirmed that Derrick was otherwise occupied. Sean stepped into the room. On the dresser was an eight by ten picture of Derrick and Von, which appeared to be fairly recent. In it, Von sat while Derrick stood behind her in a classic pose. The spotlight picked up the sparkle in her engagement ring. They seemed to be happy and very much in love.