Touch Me Once (3 page)

The way he was using his mouth on me was going straight to my clit.
It was throbbing and wet, and I couldn’t wait to see what his tongue could do down there. As if he could read my, mind he slowly began licking down my stomach.

He kissed the bottom of each breast and ran a
trail down the middle of my body with his tongue. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs as his thumb found my clit and circled it through the light, wet fabric that was clinging to me like a second skin. I let out a moan that sounded like it came from someone else.

We were across the bed
with my feet just hanging over the edge. Alex moved between my legs and, while fixing me with a playful stare that made the corners of his blue eyes crinkle, he slid my soaking panties down my legs and over my feet. He was standing next to the bed and I was completely naked and loving every second of it. He went to his knees and pulled me forward until my pussy was inches from his mouth.

“Sit up,” he told me.
“I want you to watch what I do to you.” My ass was on the edge of the bed. I sat up and rested my weight on my elbows looking down at his radiant face as it moved between my thighs.

He parted my legs
, and I could feel the wet heat move down my ass and tickle my backdoor. I was totally open and exposed to him. With a slow arc of his tongue, he licked my dripping folds. He found my clit, and just when I thought he was going to flick it, he blew on it, a hot stream of breath that felt like 100 fingers surrounded my bud, and I thought I was going come right then.

His tongue darted out and hit my hot spot.
He circled it gently with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn’t help the sounds I was making, and the view I had from leaning on my elbows was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

He took my clit in his mouth, and even though I couldn’t see it, I felt his tongue flicking up and down in perfect rhythm with my heart, which felt like it was trying to jump out of my chest.
I blurted out his name, and he looked up at me and smiled with his eyes.

I could feel my orgasm rising up from deep inside me.
He pulled his mouth back just far enough that I could see his tongue fluttering on my swollen clit. I didn’t think it could feel any better. That’s when he slid his middle finger in my juicy opening and found my g-spot—and I thought my head was going to pop off. “You’re going to make me come,” I stammered. He licked faster, side to side now, and I was seconds away from exploding.

I was in a place beyond words.
I reached up and grabbed one of my nipples threw my head back, and let out a sound that I had never heard myself make before. “Ahhh, oh God, Alex. Oh oh.” I felt my body release his finger and he put his hands on top of my thighs. He looked up at me with an almost predatory smile. Then, with the featherlike tip of his tongue he gave my clit a short soft stroke that made my entire body spasm.

I fell back on the bed and felt
Alex crawl up beside me. He said, “I could tell you didn’t enjoy that very much, but if you give me a chance to rest up, I could try again and really put some effort into it.”

We both let out a huge laugh. We leaned into a deep kiss
, and I could taste myself on his lips. I put my hand on the side of his face and said, “I think with a little more practice, you just might get the hang of it.”

He smiled at me.
“I don’t think anyone has ever turned me on as much as you do, Kat.”

“I don’t know if you could tell by my reaction, but the feeling is more than mutual.”

We started kissing slowly. I could feel the heat coming off of Alex’s chest, and it seeped into my breasts. I was gently rubbing my nipples across his chest, feeling the delicious tickle of his hair rasp against them. I trailed my hand down his arm and moved it to the front of his boxers pressing his impressive erection with my open palm.

He made a small sound deep in his throat
, so I closed my hand around his hard cock and stroked up and down through his underwear. I eased my fingers through the opening in the front and touched his dick for the first time.

It was smooth and much longer than the length of my hand.
I traced my forefinger the length of his shaft; from the base to the tip, it was silky, and when I rubbed the underside of the head, he took a quick breath. I could feel a small amount of pre-come seep out of the top, and I spread it around the crown and then filled my hand with him.

In a husky voice
, I said, “Why don’t you let your friend come out and play?”

“I was hoping you would say that.” He rolled over on his back and whipped his boxers off and tossed them away. The only word I can t
hink of to describe his cock is “ perfect.” It was the biggest one I had ever held in my hand, but not so large that it was intimidating. I could easily wrap both of my hands around it, and the tip just peeked out of the top. It was thick, but not enough to scare me from wanting it buried inside me.

While he was still on his back
, I gently stroked it up and down. On the upstroke, I rubbed my thumb underneath the sensitive area below the head (in small circles.) Another drop of come emerged, and I smoothed that around as he let out a labored breath of pure pleasure. I wanted to give him the kind of ecstasy he had given me (and he was a guy, so I know he wanted that as well.)

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and placed my mouth inches from his cock.
I leaned down and ran my tongue from where my fingers held him up to the tip. I could taste the sweet tang of his juice and smell that heady, musky, man scent. I liked it.

From the growl that escaped his lips
, I could tell that he liked it, too, so I did it again. This time, I let my lips linger in a small kiss. I raised the head of his cock up and slowly took him between my lips.

“Ah, that feels so good.”

I didn’t bother to answer—
at least not verbally. I slipped my mouth to the top of his shaft without taking my lips off of him then slid him further into my mouth. Shit, I forgot how much I missed doing this.

There was no way this thing was going all the way down my throat
, but the first several inches were more than enough for him (if his rapid breathing was any indication). I let his dick fall out of my mouth and stroked him up and down, spreading the wetness down to his balls. He had a nicely trimmed patch but nothing was waxed or strangely shaved. I caressed his balls, then cupped them gently. He shifted slightly and spread his legs just a bit.

I ran my hand back up to his shaft and lifted it once again as I flicked my tongue against the underside of the head and put him in
my mouth, just a little deeper this time. My tongue licked the tip while I held it in my lips and bobbed my head in time with my hand. I sucked slowly, wanting to prolong this moment.

“Kat,” he r
asped, “I love what you’re doing, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to explode.”

I took him out of my mouth but continued gliding my hand along his length.
With what I hoped was a sexy purr, I said, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that the point?”

He chuckled.
“That’s not what I mean. It feels fantastic, but what I really want is to make love to you.” Well, if that’s what the man wants, who am I to say no? I would be lying if I said I could wait to have this magnificent cock inside me.

“I don’t suppose you have any protection
, do you?” I asked.

“I have an alarm system with a direct line to the police.
Does that count?” I gave his dick a squeeze and shot him an icy smile. “Ow, I didn’t think so. I’m pretty sure I have some in the bathroom. Be right back.” He stood up with his erection leading the way, and did that strange walk guys do when they have a boner. I watched him flop into the bathroom and heard some drawers being opened and closed, then a very satisfied, “Yes!”

He was still hard and funny-
walked back to the bed with a box of condoms in one hand. “I bought these when I was going through an optimistic phase. Never been opened. I hope they’re still good.”

That’s when I heard th
e unmistakable sound of Guns ‘N’ Roses’ “Welcome To the Jungle” playing. “Oh no, not now, please not now,” he said looking for his pants.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He found the phone in his pants pocket. “That’s Jerry’s ringtone. If he’s calling, something must be wrong at the restaurant.”

I sat up straight and said, “Don’t answer it.” I didn’t want this to end so quickly.
I was afraid our bubble was about to burst.

“I have to.
Jerry never calls unless it’s an emergency.” I fluffed up a pillow and clutched it protectively to my chest. He answered his phone with, “Dude, this is not a good time.” Alex let out a couple of “uh-huhs” and a few “yeahs” as he listened. He turned his eyes my way, and with a look of obvious disappointment and finality, he said, “No, you did the right thing. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“My two dishwashers got into a huge fight and beat the shit out of each othe
r. Jerry says the place is slammed and the dishes are piling up to the ceiling.” He told me as he went to his dresser and pulled out an old pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt with a picture of Sinatra on it. He got a ratty-looking pair of sneakers out of the closet and set them on the floor.

“I can’t tell you how bad I feel about this. Dishwasher is the only position at the restaurant that turns over like this.
I can’t ask anybody there to do it, because the job sucks. It’s hot, wet, and nasty. So, I have to go in and pick up the pieces, shit.”

I leaned back on the h
eadboard and said, “That’s cool; I mean, I got to get off. That’s really all that counts.” He stood there naked with his jaw dropping and looked at me like I had kicked his dog. I laughed and threw the pillow at him. “I can’t tell you I’m not disappointed, especially with the great way things were going. But I’m not a child. You own a restaurant, shit happens, and you happen to be the pooper-scooper.” He came over to me, and I stood up. I was still naked, too, but it felt comfortable with him.

We hugged tightly
, and with his chin resting on my head, he told me, “I’ll make it up to you. This isn’t done by a long shot as far as I’m concerned. I hope you feel the same.”

“I do—
I can’t say why, exactly, but I don’t want this to be over, either.”

“Look, if you want
, you can stay here until I get back. It will be late three, maybe four in the morning depending on how bad the mess is. You can look through my stuff, eat my food, and drink my liquor, then when I get back, we can pick up where we left off.”

“You know
, Alex, that’s really sweet. But I don’t sleep with dishwashers.” We both laughed and broke the hug.

“How about tomorrow then?
Can we have dinner? We can go someplace nice and get to know more about each other.”

The pleading look on his face melted my heart
, and I just said, “Yes.”

He started to put
on his clothes as I dug through the pile on the floor to find mine. When we were dressed, we walked to the door, and before he opened it, he took me in his arms once again and we shared a deep long kiss that made my toes curl. We walked to our cars in the humid night air, the smell of the marsh wrapping around us like a blanket.

Just before we climbed into our separate cars
, I called out, “Mr. Westfield, I forgot to thank you for the best job interview I’ve ever had.”

CHAPTER 3

I woke up the next morning with a huge smile on my face and a delightful tingle between my legs.
In my mind, I replayed everything that had happened to me the day before. My immediate attraction to, Alex was something I wasn’t used to and certainly didn’t expect. I had gone to get a job and wound up naked and in bed with a gorgeous man who I had only known for a few hours—man who had given me the most pleasure I had ever experienced. A man that said he felt the same way I did and wanted to see me again.

But there were things
I had to tell him about myself and my situation.—things I didn’t want to tell him because I was ashamed. Still, there was a part of me that trusted him, and even though I didn’t want to, I needed to explain my circumstances.

He would understand or he wouldn’t.
However, if this thing that we had, this connection, was going to go anywhere, it couldn’t be started by holding anything back.

I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine.
The way he lingered on my breasts with his mouth filled me with a memory I would never forget. As I thought this, I realized my hand was circling my nipple through the thin material of my T-shirt. What the hell; it felt too good to stop.

I slid my shirt up until my breasts were exposed to the cool air circulating from the ceiling fan.
Alex seemed to like them, and I thought about his gentle touch as I brushed the tips of my fingers over the now-hard peaks. I exhaled slightly as I rolled my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. The heat between my thighs caught my attention, so I slid my right hand down my stomach and into my underwear. I was wet—not as wet as Alex had made me, but more than enough for a little morning fun.

I stroked my clit back with my fingers until I could feel my orgas
m building. I pictured the way Alex moved his tongue over me and increased the rubbing to match my memory. I could almost see his face perched between my thighs, those beautiful blue eyes almost begging me to climax. I pinched my nipple and watched my hand dance faster in my panties until I came with a small moan as I thought about Alex plunging his finger inside me.

Well, that’s a great way to start the day.
I climbed out of bed, got in the shower, and wondered when he would call. I hadn’t given him my number, but I had written it on the application—the same application I saw him slip into his pocket when we got up from the booth.

While I was drying my hair
, I realized that the entire time I was with Alex, I hadn’t once thought about my problem. It was the first time that had happened since I’d been. It was a nice feeling.

I checked my phone to make sure it was charged and to see if I had any messages.
My heart jumped a little when I saw I had one message; I couldn’t help but hope it was Alex. Then I saw my attorney’s number pop up, and the thrill was gone. I just felt too good to listen to his message so I saved it and finished getting dressed.

It was time to go see my parents.
This was a pretty simple, thing since I was living in a small guest house in their backyard. When my trouble started and I couldn’t afford to live on my own any more, my parents, who I adore, took me back in and agreed to let me live there rent-free until things could be resolved.

It’s a small one-story cottage, but it has everything I need.
A nice galley kitchen with gas heat for all of the cooking I don’t do, a living area that’s open with large windows on three sides and a really comfortable sofa that faces the flat-screen TV and a tiny stereo. When they found out I was coming back home, my parents put in cable and Internet, and I bought a wireless router so I can use my laptop. The bedroom is filled mainly with a very soft queen-size bed. I wish there was more closet space, but beggars can’t be choosers. There’s a full bathroom with a shower and tub and lots of counter space next to the sink. Most of that counter space was filled with lotions, creams, and gels that my mother had given to me over time. I’m not sure what a lot of it does, but it looks expensive, so I thank her and never open it.

I walk
ed out into my parents’ backyard and down the paving stone path that leads to their back door. The yard is well, let’s call it bountiful with plant life. My father is a retired doctor. He was a family practitioner with a very successful practice. He still does some consulting, but after he sold his practice, the majority of his waking hours had been spent filling the yard with vegetation—and fill it he has. Monkey grass lines the well-tended St. Augustine lawn, and there are several tall pine trees. A magnificent live oak fills the middle of the yard, and next to that is a nice magnolia tree. He’s planted azaleas, camellias and beautiful hydrangeas with fat, puffy, multicolored blooms.

His pride and joy, however, are the roses.
They consume him. He reads books about them, goes in chat rooms to discuss them, and constantly posts updates about how well his babies are doing. As far as obsessions go, I guess this one is relatively sane. At any rate, it’s all very lovely to look at and it keeps him out of Mom’s hair.

I opened the backdoor and saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table eating toast, drinking tea
, and reading
The Post & Courier,
the local newspaper.

“Hi, Mom.
How are you this morning?” I said as I made my way to a plate of toast.

“Good morning, h
oney,” she answered without looking up from the paper. “There’s toast and coffee. I can scramble some eggs for you if you like.”

“Thanks
, Mom, this is fine,” I told her as I pulled a chair out and sat down. “Where’s Dad?”

“He left about a half an hour ago to go to his other home.
There’s some kind of sale on mulch or potting soil, dirt of some type. Then he was going down to the dock to get some shrimp for dinner,” she said.

My father’s other home is the Garden of Eden nursery.
My mother says that he spends so much time there that it’s where his mail should go.

“Speaking of dinner,” she continued, “We missed you last night.”

Okay, here we go. I swallowed a bite of toast and followed that with sip of coffee and said, “The interview went a little long, so I just grabbed a bite there and had a couple of drinks.” Whew.

“I’ve never eaten there.
What did you have?” she asked as she took off her reading glasses and turned her eyes to mine.

Damn.
“Uh, I just had a grouper sandwich and a salad.” I hoped to God that there was a grouper sandwich on the menu, because my mom would check.

“I’ll have to try that.
How did the interview go?” she asked.

“It went okay,” I told her.
“The owner was very nice, and the place has a great view.”

“Alex Westfield—
he’s the owner, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he said that he would call me today.
But I don’t think I got the job. My application wasn’t very impressive,” I told her.

“Did anything come up about your situation?
I imagine that would have some bearing on his decision.”

I looked out the window and said, “No, we didn’t really get to that.”

“Honey, do you really think it’s a good idea to get a job right now? Waiting tables isn’t going to bring in much money, and you’re on your feet all day. You know your father and I aren’t going to pressure you. We understand how stressful the whole situation is for you.”

“I know, Mom.
You and Dad have been great, and you know I appreciate it. I just want something to take my mind off of things.”

She stood up,
then rinsed off her plate and teacup and put them in the dishwasher. Then she turned and leaned on the sink. “We’re just worried about you. If you want to talk, we’re here for you anytime. I hope you know that.”

I got up and put my dishes in the sink
, then gave my mother a big hug. “I know, Mom. I love you both. Like I said, I don’t think it’s going to be an issue, since I’m pretty sure I won’t get the job.”

“If that’s the case,” she said, “I think it’s just as well.
Now, will you be joining us for dinner?”

I hope not, I thought to myself, because that would m
ean I wasn’t having dinner with Alex. Trying to seem casual I said, “I don’t think so. I was thinking of going out. Maybe to a movie, I’m not really sure.” That’s wasn’t a lie, since I really didn’t know what was going to happen. “But I’ll probably be late, so don’t wait up.”

“Suit yourself.
I’ve got to go get ready for bridge with the ladies. There’s sandwich stuff in the fridge, so help yourself,” she said as she left the kitchen.

I put my dishes in the dishwasher and went
back to the cottage to wait for Alex’s call. I was sitting on the couch flipping through Vanity Fair and not really reading any of it when my phone finally rang. I looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number. My heart was fluttering as I pushed the talk button and said, “Hello?”

“Kat, I don’t know if you remember me, but we met yesterday and seemed to hit
it off,” Alex said with a playful lilt to his voice.

I matched his tone and re
plied, “Yesterday was very busy; could you be more specific?”

He laughed a little. “I was the guy who
took off all of your clothes and put his face in your lap. Does that help?”

When we were done laughing
, I said, “Hi, Alex, I was really hoping you would call.”

“I would’ve called sooner but I just got up.
I didn’t get home until 4:30. From now on, I’m just going to throw the dirty dishes away and buy new ones. It might get pricey, but my sanity is worth it.”

“That sucks;
you must be exhausted.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired, but
it’s nothing that an evening in the company of a beautiful young woman can’t cure.”

I wish
ed he could see me smile through the phone. “Well, then, what do you have in mind?”

“Do you like oysters?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” I told him. “I’ve loved them ever since I was a kid.”

“Have you ever been to Bowen’s Island?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been there in years. I used to go every time I came home from school. I’ve even been to a couple of wedding receptions there.”

“Would you like to have dinner there tonight?
The weather is supposed to be beautiful, and we could eat before the bugs get too bad.”

Bowen’s Island is a rustic shack near Folly Beach that specializes in roasted oysters.
Most people think of oysters as the big selects that come in the half shell, but in the Low Country we have clusters, big chunks of shells stuck together that you open with an oyster knife. You can get five or six oysters in one cluster. It’s a little more effort than just slurping them down, but once you get the hang of it, the work is well worth it.

“I would
love to,” I told him. I longed to tell him that what I really wanted to do was skip dinner and go directly to fucking his brains out, but I didn’t think acting like a ho was the best thing to do on our first date. Maybe on the second date.

“Great,” he said
, with genuine joy in his voice. “Should I pick you up or do you want to play it safe and two-car it so you can leave if I turn out to be a dick?”

I let out a big laugh and said, “I’ll take my chances.
But why don’t I meet you at your house?” I didn’t want to have to tell my parents about Alex just yet.

As if he could read my mind
, he said, “Not ready to introduce me to the folks, huh? I understand how it could be a little awkward at this point. I was thinking of hiring a car, since it’s a decent ride out there. We could have a drink and talk on the way. Why don’t you come over around six, and I’ll have the car get here around seven.”

“What are we going to do for a whole hour?” I asked with as much false wonder as I could muster.

He giggled and said, with a lust filled voice, “I’m sure if we put our heads together, we can come up with something.”

“I was hoping we could put two other things together, but whatever floats your boat.”
So much for not acting like a ho, but he started it… kind of.

“Look, I can’t wait to see you.
But right now I better take a nap, because it sounds like I’m going to need all the energy I can get.”

“Rest up
, Mr. Westfield, I’ll see you at six.”

Wow!
I have never, in all of my life, felt this kind of chemistry with a man. Alex seemed too good to be true. I was nervous about what I was going to do next, but I knew I needed to do it. So, I did what any self-respecting woman in the age of the Internet does I Googled him and watched my screen fill up with hits.

Two hours later
, I leaned back on my sofa and took a deep breath. There was a lot more to this man than meets the eye. We were going to have more to talk about than I thought. I closed my computer and started to get ready for our date. I just hoped that Alex hadn’t had the same idea and Googled me.