Maybe It’s Time
Tiffany
Finally, I have found my niche in life. Cake decorating not only makes me happy, but I’m good at it, too. Who wouldn’t be happy smelling sweet, delicious confections all day? Being comfortable in what I’m doing, I actually start to open up.
Elodie and I met the first day of class. She’s twenty-eight, like me. and is going through a bad divorce. Her mom Susan owns a local bakery and said she would hire her if she took the cake decorating classes. Apparently, Susan loves to bake, but she doesn’t have the patience to teach someone to decorate.
With my business background, Susan has hired me, as well. She wants to expand her business and thinks I can help with growing her current clientele. This gives me an opportunity to use what I currently know while expanding my experience in all things baked goods.
Susan is smart because her business isn’t solely reliant on cakes. Cookies, pies, puddings, pastries, specialty goodies, and fudge are all parts of what keeps Susan’s Sweets doing well. She has a fairly large amount of regulars stopping in for pastries in the morning and buying snacks for later in the day. If she could pick up some strong business contracts to provide snacks for meeting or break rooms, it would give her a regular, dependable income to the business, in addition to what she’s currently doing. When I suggested this, Susan hugged me tightly, smiling in appreciation. I have written some proposals and delivered them to a few businesses already.
The pieces to my life are falling into place slowly.
Elodie and I are going out to dinner tonight, just to hang out. Dressing in jeans and a V-neck, pink top, I slip on my flip-flops and head out. Now that I’m no longer under my father’s scrutiny, I can go out in casual comfort.
Smiling at my newfound freedoms, I head out to meet my new friend.
Elodie is already seated when I arrive. I join her, order my drink, and scan the menu. Settling on what we want, we order our dinner.
“I know we haven’t known each other long, so if I’m overstepping, just say so, okay?” She pauses and waits for me to nod before continuing. “What’s the deal with you and Harrison? You talk about him all the time, and he texts or calls daily, but you never mention a boyfriend.”
The mention of his name causes butterflies in my belly and a smile to cross my face. “We’re friends who have a history. We were in a long-term relationship of sorts, but I messed up, and for a few years, we didn’t talk. Circumstances brought us back together in a way for us to build a solid friendship. He’s my friend now, nothing more. He has someone else in his life.”
“Are you sure you’re just friends? I’ve never known a man to be so attentive to a female friend without wanting more,” Elodie states, searching my face as if looking for clues to a truth that isn’t there.
It’s now or never. Knowing this is the time to trust someone, I decide to share my past with Elodie.
“I’ve been a bitch for so long I don’t have friends. I had Matt, who loved me for all my faults. My attitude and the fear of my father’s rejection cost me any future with Harrison years ago. He’s seen firsthand how my dad is and understands that now. He’s supportive of me, but anything beyond friendship won’t happen. You’re the first girl I’ve ever had as a real friend.” I glance away as I say, “I hope this doesn’t change your opinion of me.”
“This doesn’t change anything.” She gives me a reassuring smile. “Some things make a little more sense now. My asshole ex ruined all my friendships. When you get married, you have a responsibility to someone else. I got busy being Jeff’s wife and forgot to maintain Elodie’s life outside of Jeff. Then I had Josie and became a mom at nineteen. My so-called friends didn’t understand my life because they were all out partying and being young. The few friends who did hang around after I became a mom slowly disappeared as Jeff’s attitude got worse. Now I’m alone. I don’t have friends to comfort me. I don’t have Jeff anymore. Outside of being Josie’s mom, I haven’t been happy in years. I understand the need to find yourself, Tiff.” She winks, sitting back in her seat. “I think we’re gonna be great support for one another.”
We finish dinner, giggling and talking as if we have been friends for years. For the first time ever, I’m relaxed around someone other than Matt and Harrison.
A gentleman walks over, carrying a chocolate brownie dessert.
“Good evening, ladies. I thought you could enjoy a dessert,” the stranger says while placing the dessert in between Elodie and myself.
“Thank you, I think,” I stammer, not sure why he’s here.
“I’m Alex.” Confidence oozes off of him as he states, “You’re beautiful when you smile. I wanted to introduce myself and ask for your number.”
He’s handsome enough, if you like a man in a suit. His blond hair is short, and his crystal blue eyes are further highlighted by the gray in his suit and the blue tie he’s wearing loosely. He’s attractive, but he doesn’t make my belly flop.
Elodie is grinning at me from across the table, giving me the go-for-it look.
“This is very kind of you, Alex. I’m Tiffany, and this is my friend Elodie,” I say.
On a whim, I pull out my old business cards that have my current cell phone number on them. Then I hand it to him with a small smile.
“Thank you, Tiffany. I’ll be in touch. I have to go finish my business dinner.” He looks at both of us in turn. “It’s been a pleasure meeting both of you. Enjoy your dessert and think of me with every lick of your spoon.” There is something sexy about a man with confidence like that.
Elodie is laughing now, and I’m left dumbfounded.
“Cocky bastard, isn’t he?” I say, trying to shake off the whole situation.
“A man who can say that to a stranger must be rocking in bed, girl,” Elodie says between giggles.
“I don’t know right now, but maybe I’ll find out,” I say with a seductive smile.
Alex may not give me the instant lust I feel for Harrison, but he’s handsome, and it’s time to move on with my life.
I have only been with one other man before Harrison, and that sucked. Harrison taught me about sex—what feels good and about knowing my body. When he first got out of the Marines, he was wild with rebellion and angry at his discharge.
We had been drinking one night while watching porn when I admitted to being turned on by the man’s apadrayva piercing. Within an hour, Harrison and I were at the tattoo and piercing shop.
After a lengthy conversation with Star, our body piercing specialist, Harrison was getting multiple dydoe piercings, making what’s called a king’s crown. It’s known to increase sensation, not only for women, but for the pierced man, bringing back the feelings usually lost in circumcision.
Feeling brave and turned on, I got both my nipples pierced. I hide my accessories, and no one except Harrison knows of the jewelry to this day.
After we both fully healed, we spent countless hours learning just what great additions our new jewelry were.
Will Alex know what to do with my nipple rings? How to tug and pinch to send the sensations straight to my core? Will he feel as good if he’s not pierced? Curiosity is getting to me.
Yes, I hope Alex does call. Maybe it’s time I give someone a chance and let them love me.
Funny, every lick of chocolate off my spoon has me thinking of the stranger in the suit.
***
Harrison
Tiffany seems to be settling in. I’m happy she found a job doing something she enjoys. My brain is finally calming down from worrying about her.
Work has kept me busy, so I haven’t seen Sophia as much as I would like, but she did invite me over for dinner tonight. We need to talk, and this is the perfect opportunity.
Once home from work, I quickly shower and change clothes before heading to Sophia’s, arriving as she is taking the enchilada casserole out of her oven, one of my favorite meals. Tonight is off to a good start.
We eat, chatting about normal day to day stuff. However, before we get further into the evening, I need to share with her what happened with Tiffany. We have both been busy, so this is the first opportunity I have had to really discuss it.
“Soph, I want to talk about us. I also need to talk about Tiffany.”
“Did you sleep with her?” Sophie immediately blurts out.
“No, we didn’t have sex. Things happened—I’m not going to lie to you—but I didn’t sleep with her.”
“I know you’re now ‘friends’ with her, and I get that. I wish I had someone like you around a few years ago to support me. But … I need to know; have you found closure from your past with her?” she asks, her demeanor becoming one of fight or flight.
“Yes, I have closure from my past with Tiffany. I understand things now that I didn’t before, and I’m here for you now, if you’ll let me.” I’m at a loss for what she’s referring to in her own past.
She gets up, comes over, and perches on my lap. “I make no promises for a future with you. We can be friends, confidants, and partners, but I can’t give you my heart. I care about you, but I can’t promise a future.”
Anger builds inside me. “What holds you back? I don’t understand. You know I care about you, and you just said you care about me. Why can’t we do more than fuck? Why can’t we get serious?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I want you to know exactly what I can give you. I’m giving you more than I’ve given anyone in years. Maybe one day, when things are smoothed out, we can have it all. No promises, though. Right now, this is what I can give. Is it enough for you, Harrison?”
Before I can answer, she kisses me, her scent invading my senses, passion overtaking me. It’s more than we had, so I will take it and go with it. Life is short; no more regrets.
Breaking away from her kiss, I growl, “Bedroom, now.”
We are both stripping as we make our way down the hall.
In the bedroom, Sophia lies on her bed, waiting for me.
“For now, are you mine?” I ask, wanting her to own my claim on her.
“Yes, yours,” she whispers.
I reach into the nightstand, pulling out the long, black, silk scarf. Then I begin to blindfold her. Once I am secure that she can no longer see, I pull one arm up to the back of her head. Bending her elbow, I secure her wrist behind her head with the end of the scarf used to blindfold her. I follow suit with the second arm. She’s now gloriously naked with her hands tied behind her head, blindfold in place, and her other senses now heightened.
Anticipation takes arousal to new places.
I stand over her, close enough she can sense me, yet far enough away that she knows I won’t touch her. She arches her back, pushing her breasts out. Her firm, taut nipples are calling out for attention. Wiggling her ass, her pussy is aching for the slightest release.
I stand back, still waiting, as her breathing quickens; desire, expectancy, and keenness all taking over as I do nothing. She knows I’m going to ravish her body. She doesn’t know the moment or the way.
Holding my middle finger down with my thumb, I sharply flick her erect nipple, and she cries out. Then I retreat, leaving the room momentarily to grab an ice cube from her freezer. Coming back to find her still squirming, I smile.
I reach over with my now very cold fingers and firmly pinch her other nipple as I come down hard with my mouth on her other breast. It’s fire and ice as my mouth devours her areola, making her nipple pucker when I suck. With my hand, I swirl the ice cube around her other breast. She arches farther, seeking more, whimpering with need.
As I move up, nipping at her collarbone, I move the ice-cube- south, circling her belly button. I dip a finger in, rotating around like I will soon be mimicking inside her pussy. Her hips come up, seeking the same devotion shown to her breasts.
“Be still, Soph. It’s coming. You’ve tortured me, knowing I want more. Now take this as I choose to give it to you.”
With no further teasing, I take the ice cube and insert it into the outer edge of her core. She gasps, unprepared for the cold sensation. I have not yet touched her clit or given any other attention to her needy pussy.
I gently circle the ice cube in and out, not allowing her additional contact or friction. Her body trembles in want. Then I move down, stopping to suck on her belly button, giving her a taste of how my tongue is about to overwhelm her pussy. Reaching my destination, I inhale her musky scent of arousal. Loudly, I then suck in the remainder of the ice cube with my mouth, tasting cold water flavored by Sophia’s juices. Using my tongue, I tease her pussy lips, blowing my warm breath on the cold skin of her opening, before I suck and lick, ravishing her clit.
Inserting a finger into her core, I find her dripping, so I easily add another. I keep a steady pace of finger fucking while licking up every bit of her that I can, feeling her tightening around me. Just as she is on the edge, though, I withdraw my fingers and take the skin just in the fold of her legs and pussy, pinching the soft area firmly.
Sophia cries out incoherently at the unexpected pain in her stimulated state. Her orgasm begins, and I keep my mouth in place, licking, sucking, and pushing her for more.
As she comes down, I move up her body, pressing my weight onto her as she shakes in aftershocks, kissing her hard so she can taste herself on my tongue.
Needing my own release, I then flip her over, leaving her blindfolded with her hands still tied behind her head. I push her knees up under her, thrusting her ass up in the air, keeping her face buried in the bed.
“Do you want my cock, Soph?” I ask, covering myself with a condom.
She doesn’t answer; only nods her head.
“I asked you a question. You gonna answer?”
“Yes, Harrison, yes, I want your cock,” she cries out.
Without giving her any warning, I come down hard, smacking her ass. When she groans at the sharp pain, I come down again in the same spot, creating a beautiful blush to her tanned skin. Then, before she can think about my next move, I enter her from behind hard, fast, and all the way.
Balls deep in Sophia, I pause to feel the responsiveness of her pussy gripping and milking my dick. Once I have composed myself, I begin pumping into her at a furious pace, the rough contact pushing Sophia’s head farther down into the mattress.
This is banging. Fucking. Raw, rough, uncontained banging.
Reaching down, I release her arms and the blindfold. Then I lock my fingers into her hair and tug her head back. The sensation sends Sophia over the edge. Her knees give out, her body collapsing beneath me.
I pull out and turn her over. Allowing her a moment to pull through her release, I massage her legs, kissing gently on her belly and breasts. As the aftershocks subside, I rub the head of my penis over her sensitive clit, letting my piercings hit in a gentle, massaging pattern.
I enter her as I wrap her legs around my waist, pumping in and out of her again, this time at a considerate pace. With her pussy milking me, I feel the build of her climax coming so deep in my balls it’s pushing me to my edge. As my own climax builds, I capture her nipple with my mouth, sucking in. We both reach oblivion together.
Spent, her legs fall away from me. I get up and dispose of the condom.
By the time I’m back to her bed, Sophia is asleep on her side. I get in, snuggling this beautiful woman to me. My body satisfied in its release, I drift off to sleep.