It's funny, walking across the space between Dan's cabin and my house. I mean, we've been crossing the fifty or so yards between our doors nearly every day, but tonight's for a formal 'dinner date,' as per Dan's text to me this morning asking me over. Of course I'd accepted, after yesterday's silence and him skipping our normal daily chat I'd been worried. He's never not been home, and we've seemingly fallen into a comfortable situation where we were spending time together while we both worked hard.

I smooth my hands over my blouse, wondering if Dan will like me all glammed up. He's normally seen me either in my work clothes or slightly sporty, and that means lots of dark colors and dark makeup. Tonight though I wanted to show him that I can be girly-girl too, even if I'm not wearing any pink or shit like that. Still, a blood red blouse and black leather skirt… that's sexy girl too, right? Even if I'm still wearing my normal platform boots?

I hear Dan even as I approach, the sizzle of something cooking on his stove making my stomach rumble. I skipped lunch today, working through the whole day to try and get my work done and also because I was feeling nervous about Dan's invitation.

Reaching up, I knock on his door, calling out. “Dan? It's me.”

“Just a moment!” Dan calls, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a man stumbling around as he quickly gets some last minute adjustments in. I don’t know how much he could do, the cabin’s so small. I hear him approach the door and then it opens, Dan looking very handsome in a jacket and tie. “Hi… wow, you look gorgeous.”

I smile, stepping inside and adjusting his tie. “And you look pretty damn handsome yourself, Mr. Benson. You clean up very well.”

I give him a quick kiss on the lips, not going any deeper as I still hear sizzling. Looking over, I'm surprised and happy to see a big skillet of what looks like shrimp scampi. “Where'd you get that from?”

“I'm such a good customer, sometimes my meat guy will throw in some extras as a thank you,” Dan replies, shrugging. “Besides, I can't just eat land animals all the time. Beef, chicken, pork, turkey… gets boring after awhile. Have a seat, would you like something to drink?”

I look around, and sit down on his couch, crossing my legs. “I'd love something. What's in your liquor cabinet?”

“Not much, I have to admit,” Dan replies, turning off the stove and putting the scampi into two dishes, “but I can do whiskey, Jack and Coke, a martini if you don't mind it being pretty dry, or just some plain old fashioned beers.”

“Beers are great for me,” I reply before stopping. “Wait… I just remembered. Grandma has a small wine collection in the house, I haven't had any so I can't tell you if it's good or not... but I saw a white wine in there. That'll go well with the shrimp, right?”

“Of course. But you don't have-”

“Yes I do,” I reply, getting up and grinning. “Gimmie two minutes. And don't watch while I run in a skirt.”

Dan grins, covering his face but leaving one eye peeking through his fingers. “No promises. Two minutes.”

I take off, not sprinting since I can't in this skirt, but still hurrying. Thankfully, Grandma wasn't the kind to stick her wine in the basement, and I find the Zinfandel quickly. Snagging a couple of glasses and a corkscrew, I rush back, showing him my find. “Ta-da!”

“Very nice,” Dan says, taking the offered bottle and looking at it. “Now we chill it.”

“Oh shit,” I grumble before tilting my head as Dan roots around in his cabinet and pulls out a big Ziploc freezer bag. “What are you doing?”

“Three ways to chill wine quickly,” Dan says, smirking as he looks down at the plastic and takes my corkscrew to pop the bottle. “One, use a supercooled liquid like liquid helium or something. Chilled wine in about two seconds if your bottle survives. Problem… we don't have any liquid helium around. Slower way would be to use a CO2 extinguisher, which is how I learned about this.”

“I see they teach you a lot in the fire academy,” I automatically reply before stopping. “Sorry.”

“Don't be, the Academy was fun actually. Anyway, method two is to immerse your bottle in salty ice water. Takes about a half hour for a normal bottle to chill that way… but we found another way as long as you don't mind the look.”

Dan pours my bottle into the bag and closes it, checking the seal before setting it on the counter and going to his freezer. “You see, glass is a good insulator. So it sucks in terms of conducting heat or chill. It's why double paned windows work so damn well. But plain old plastic is a lot more conductive.”

Dan grabs a bucket next to his fridge and fills it with ice from the icemaker, and then fills it the rest of the way with water. Immersing the bag, he stands back, nodding. “There we go. By the time I've got the bread ready, we'll have a perfectly chilled bag of wine.”

“Bag of wine?” I ask, amused. “High class.”

“Only the highest,” Dan reassures me, smirking before his face sobers. “Actually Beautiful, I have an apology for you. Yesterday when you knocked… I was here.”

“Oh? What happened?” I ask, a little worried. “Were you sleeping?”

“No,” Dan admits, sighing. “I was feeling… goddammit, this sounds stupid as hell, but I was worried and jealous.”

“Worried? Jealous? About what?” I ask, slightly amused. “Is there something I've done to make you think I'm someone I'm not?”

“No!” Dan says before taking a deep breath and calming himself. “Jesus, this is what you get when you don't see a woman for a couple of years. You jump at shadows and don't know how to avoid looking like a jackass.”

“Whoa, slow down there studboy,” I joke, sitting down. “Dan, how about you start over and take this from the top? Because I'm really confused as to what's going on, and I'm trying to be understanding of you and of this.”

“Okay, okay…” Dan says, turning off the scampi and leaning against his counter. “The other day, I was in town, doing some shopping.”

“I thought that's where you'd gone,” I reply, leaning forward. “When I went out to do some painting and your truck was gone, I guessed you'd gone on a shopping run. Usually when you want to go torture yourself with a workout, you start off running somewhere.”

“Good observation,” Dan replies, smirking a little. “Truth is, I'd gone in to get some of the veggies that we're going to have tonight. While I was there, I ran into Dirk. He and I got to talking.”

“Dirk?” I ask, confused. “What's Dirk got to do with you getting nervous?”

Dan stops, blinking nervously. “Well, uh… oh Christ, this is so fucking stupid so I might as well rush through it all so I can just start wiping the egg off my goddamn face. You've been seen with Willow and the rumor around town is that she's a lesbian porn star and some folks have said you've been flirting with her and… ah fuck it, I'm an idiot.”

I blink, then lean back, laughing. “Wait… sorry, I'm not laughing at you… well, I am, but only for that last line,” I hiccup between laughs. “Dan, I'm just friends with Willow. Seriously.”

“And the… the rest? The rumors?” Dan asks, blushing furiously. “God I feel like an asshole right now.”

I stop, wondering why I'm not pissed off at him. I think it's because he's right, he is being an asshole, but after all that’s supposedly happened to him, I guess a fuck up or two isn't all that unexpected. “Dan, the rumors about Willow are half true, it's her job. But she tells me she’s totally straight, and she'll be happy to tell you the same. In fact I think after this I'm going to ask her to come talk with you. As for her and I being more than friends, that's the jealous bullshit talk of dumb, narrow minded assholes around Lakeville. I don't look at Willow and see anyone I’m interested in having sex with. I don’t even think about that side of her unless we're directly talking about her work or if she brings it up. Let's clear the air, she gives zero fucks about hiding who she is, and damn near introduced herself to me by her job. I appreciate that about her, the honesty is refreshing in a line of work that usually involves as many layers of bullshit as paint. And it’s a lot more refreshing than my other neighbor who's… fake as fuck might be the best term.”

Dan laughs suddenly, sounding relieved. “Justin's not your type?”

“No, and neither is Willow,” I reply. “If I have to be blunt, of all three possible fucks being discussed right now, the only one I'm interested in is yours.”

Dan gapes at me for a moment, and I take the initiative, getting up and crossing the small cabin to kiss him deeply. At the first touch of my lips he reawakens, his hands pulling me in close as his mouth claims me, his tongue invading my mouth as he pulls me tight. Growling, he pushes me against the counter, kissing down my neck and sending fireworks dancing across my skin.

“Mmmm… guess I relieved your worries,” I whimper as Dan kisses across the tops of my breasts in the V of my blouse. We scramble to get the buttons undone and he helps me pull it off before we’re pressed body to body again, his hands roaming over my skin and making me tremble.

How can this be only his second, okay, second and a half time in six years? He’s incredible, his hands setting my body catapulting with sensation as I claw at his body, hungry for him.

Dan pulls me back from the counter, turning me around and lifting my skirt. “Stay still,” he growls, his inner dominant taking over and sending dark thrills up my body. God he’s just so much, his strength and power an aura that he wears like a shirt. I freeze, only moving when he pulls my hips back and runs his hands over my ass. “Now this… fuck you’ve got a great ass.”

“I’ll remember you-” I start, but my words are torn out of my body as I feel Dan’s warm breath over my ass. He rolls my panties down, his thumbs pulling my ass cheeks apart as his breath tickles my ass before he slides lower, and I feel his tongue dart out to stroke over my lips, electricity crackling up my spine as he probes deeper. “Fuuuuuck.”

Dan’s tongue is a devil, never repeating a stroke twice as he buries his mouth between my legs. Stroking with wide, flat strokes before darting inside, squirming deeper into my pussy before fluttering over my clit, I’m seeing fireworks. I’m boneless, pressed against the counter as Dan teases me right to the edge of coming before changing strokes and making me find a whole new height of pleasure.

Dan’s tongue traces up and I whimper, trying to spread myself open to him as he teases me with a dark pleasure that I’ve desired for so long but have never had before. He only gives me a single flick over my asshole and I cry out, pushing back. “Dan… yesss….”

“Not this time,” he growls, pulling back and holding my hips still. I look back and he’s still dressed, but quickly undoes his belt to free his cock, shrugging his jacket off before taking his thick cock in hand. He’s just so big, and I don’t know if I should tell him that he’s bigger than any man I’ve had before. It doesn’t matter, the feeling of his cock pressing against my wet entrance is more than enough to send tremors of a mini-orgasm sweeping through me and I shudder, whimpering. “Mmmm, you really want it, Chrissy? You like feeling this pound your ass?”

“Fuck yes,” I gasp, pushing back and impaling myself on him. Still Dan teases me, pulling back slowly so that I can’t just shove all of his cock inside me before I can’t take any more and I surrender to him. Grabbing my waist, the leather of my skirt squeaking lightly as his fingers grab ahold of me. He starts stroking slowly, relishing his penetration this time as he claims me.

His slow strokes let my body recover and my pleasure to build again, Dan fucking me slowly until he’s all the way inside me. “Fuck you’re tight. I could fuck this every night of my life.”

I could take this every night of my life, I think, but as I open my mouth I gasp as Dan smacks my right asscheek hard, both of us yelping. “Fuck!”

I’ve never been spanked, but it feels amazing as Dan starts fucking me deeply, his smacks matching with his strokes until everything from my waist to my knees feels warm and tingly. My pussy squeezes him with every deep stroke, clenching around him when he smacks me and leaves me pushing back for more.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan mindlessly as the heat overwhelms me and Dan speeds up, his hips smacking against my ass and jamming me against the counter. My breasts shake with every thrust, my eyes rolling up into the back of my head as he pounds me, grabbing my shoulders and making me feel like I’m in his total control. He slips his hand over my mouth and my nose is invaded with the deep, spicy aroma that I realize is my pussy juices, he’s coated his fingers with my arousal and I suck at his fingers hungrily. Dan’s cock is hard shots of pleasure jolting my entire being, faster and faster as I feel myself wound tighter with every jolt.

“Chrissy, I-” Dan grunts and I feel him swell. It’s the trigger that my body’s needed and I cry out, clamping down around his cock as I start coming hard and Dan cries out, slamming his cock deep into me a final time before I feel the warm, deep spurts and quivers that tells me he’s catapulting over the edge like I am.

The two of us hurtle through space, our bodies giving and taking from each other as our orgasms sweep us away until I don’t know what’s up and what’s down, I just know that I’ve got Dan holding me and I feel like I never want to be anywhere else. I fall onto the counter, my head protected by Dan’s hand before I thunk myself on the wood countertop.

Dan’s arms tighten around me, pulling me up to nuzzle at my neck. “Normally dessert comes after dinner,” he murmurs, holding me tight, “but I don’t mind.”

“Mmm, me too,” I whisper back, reaching back and cupping his face. He stiffens, and I realize I’m running my fingers over his scars, but after a moment he relaxes. “Tell you what… help me get decent again, let’s have some dinner, and then if that scampi is half as good as it smelled, I think we might have room for a second dessert.”

“Oh really?” Dan asks, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck again. “What would that be?”

I hum happily, tilting my head to give him more access. “I happen to think that no dinner is complete with a nice, creamy mouthful of something for dessert. Know where I could get something thick and creamy?”

“Pretty sure we can find something. Come on.”