Nikos

She hasn’t left my thoughts. I figured there might be a wild woman hiding behind the curtain, but I grossly underestimated her abilities to let loose. Jackpot! It’s a lethal mix to be innocent looking while underneath a gypsy waits to dance.

And now the hours are moving slowly.

This day took much longer than it should have to arrive. From the time we had phone sex to now was only seventy-two hours, but it felt like forever. I made sure I was at Dad’s physical therapy under the guise of “helping out”. She was friendly and warm, but there were no secret looks or stolen moments. I couldn’t get her to break.

We’ve talked on the phone at least twice a day. I tried to get a repeat performance. She declined. Interesting. She’d just laugh and say, ‘Let’s save it for the Fourth’. But in those conversations, we started to learn things about each other. Our histories, and what kind of things we love and what turns us off. Our favorite movies and songs. What’s made us sad in our lives.

She’s an interesting woman. Some guy will be lucky to find her. She’s smart. I’ve never been with a girl who made that quality so appealing. I’m a pig to have that thought, but it’s true. It’s just a matter of the choices I’ve made. In my experience the girls were either really smart or wild and sexy, never both. Sometimes street smart for sure. But Jenny is innately intelligent and naturally sexy. I’m wildly attracted. Why does that make me feel so good? What the hell do I care? I’m leaving tomorrow morning.

I smooth the fresh sheets and pull the comforter half way up. No need to waste any time once we’re here. My eyes scan the bedroom for anything out of place. No random underwear lying under the bed or in a corner. The flowers next to the bed were put there by my mother, but it’s a nice touch. She has no idea it’s going to be Jenny who appreciates them.

But my most important surprise of the night is loaded on my phone, ready for its debut. I chuckle with the thought of how she’s going to love it. I think. Good thing she told me about her favorite movie.

“Nikos!”

I hear my mother’s voice coming up the stairs. She knocks on my open door.

“Darling, want some breakfast? Lana and Robert are picking us up for the celebration at one. We need to claim our spot at the Park.”

“The guys are meeting me at Starbucks. We’re gonna have a goodbye coffee.”

Her head tilts. “Oh, I wish you could stay a little longer, honey. Any chance of that? I miss my baby.”

I move to her and pick her up, twirling her around the room.

“Baby? Who you callin’ baby?”

“Ohhhh! Put me down! Nikos!”

I laugh and return her to an upright position. But she can’t fool me. She loved it.

“Oh my God! I’m dizzy.” She slaps my arm in a mock protest.

“Wish I could stay, Mom. I’d do it.” I get a doubtful look for an answer. “Really I would. But I’ve got rehearsals.”

She looks at me and her eyes narrow. “Would you stay if Jenny asked you?”

My head moves back as if I was just smacked in the face. “What the hell brought that on? What has Jenny got to do with anything?”

Her head nods in agreement with herself. “Ah huh. I think he doth protest too much.”

With that she turns and walks away. What is that thing she has? ESP? A mother’s intuition. Whatever it is, it’s annoying.

The five of us take up the entire corner of Starbucks. There’s coffees and lemon cakes, muffins and yogurt cups filling the small tables we’ve pushed together.

“How come Lana isn’t here?” says Dion.

“We said our goodbyes last night. She and Robert have fireworks duty.”

“Are you going tonight? We’re going to be there,” says Alexander.

I can’t stop the smile that breaks out on my face. Or the lifting of my eyebrows.

“What?” Christos says.

“I’m going to be entertaining Jenny.”

A chorus of my brothers’ voices rise over the normal conversations in the room.

“I told you! The little asshole is gunning for the physical therapist!” Nash adds.

“Gregory told us,” Christos says shaking his head.

“Jesus. Quiet down. We’re making a scene,” I say.

“I was the first one to notice. The football game, the pool, what’d you think? Nikos doesn’t give a shit about sports.” Alexander waves them off dismissively.

“So, tell us. What’s she like?” says Dion leaning in.

“She’s awesome. She’s smart and interesting to talk with. And she’s sexy as hell.”

Christos puts his hands in the air, stopping the conversation. “Wait! Did anybody else feel the chill? I’m pretty sure Hell just froze over.”

“I did,” says Nash, faking a shiver.

“It’s cold in here, right,” says Dion.

“I may lose some fingers and toes,” adds Alexander.

“What?” I say completely stymied.

“Brother, you put smart and interesting before sexy. That’s never happened.” “You’re becoming a man!” Nash says, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.

“And he said he likes talking to her. I wasn’t sure the little asshole realized that was an option,” Christos says with a smirk.

I shake off their stupid assessments. “You’re all reading too much into that remark. You sound just like your mother.”

Nash lets loose with a laugh. “Did she notice too?”

“Whatever,” I say.

“That’s a big fucking yes!” Alexander chuckles.

“Have you two consummated the relationship?” Dion asks.

I shoot him a disgusted look. “No. Not that it’s any of your business. Shit. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

They all four look at each other with shock in their eyes. Nash speaks up first.

“That’s so unlike you. You’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

I reach for the last of my coffee and stand. “Got to go. Just do me one favor and I’ll forget the fact that you’re all bigger assholes than I am. Keep Mom and Dad away as long as possible tonight. Jenny and I are going to be studying for our chemistry final.”

As I walk away, I hear the laughter. I wasn’t sure they’d remember, but that was always our secret code among brothers when we were in school. Studying for a chemistry test meant someone was going to get laid that night. Behind me my brothers call their parting shots.

“Be gentle!”

“Girls like it when you ask permission to kiss them!”

“Have her home by ten. It’s a school night!”

“Use your head, Nikos! The one up here!”

The eyes of Starbucks customers are on me, wondering if I’m a pedophile. I just keep walking.

She answers on the first ring.

“Get your sweet ass over here. Everyone just left.”

“Are you ready for me?” she teases.

“Jenny, I’ve been ready since we met.” I swear her giggle can make me hard.

“I’m on my way.”

Finally. This is the sloth of all days, moving slowly from minute to minute. It took longer than I figured for Sophia and Valentino to get the hell out of their own house. Geez. My mother had to change clothes when she didn’t like the way she looked. My father was in the mood for singing, which he hasn’t been for weeks, so he and Lana sang every fucking song about America they could come up with. It was torture. “The Battle Hymn of The Republic”, “The National Anthem” and on and on. They ignored my feeble attempts at hurrying them out of the house.

It was Farrah who saved the day. She called and said people kept trying to claim the big spot she and Nash had cordoned off for the Santini family. That’s all it took. Note to self…thank Farah tomorrow.

For the next fifteen minutes I keep myself busy with the prep, making sure I have our dinner together and the music ready. I asked my mother to make her manicotti yesterday just so there’d be enough leftovers for tonight’s party of two.

The doorbell sounds. She’s here. Giving the champagne in the ice bucket a twist, I head out of the kitchen and for the front door.

“Coming!” Soon I hope. I swing the door open to find her standing there looking like a dream. Correction. My wet dream trifecta when I was sixteen. All blonde hair and golden skin wrapped in a sky blue summer dress.

I’m just about to greet her when she steps toward me, throws her purse on the tile floor and pushes me against the wall. Our bodies press against one another and I’m not about to stop her.

“Kiss me,” she says.

But there’s no waiting for my response. Her sweet mouth is on mine as she stands on tiptoes. My fingers entwine in her silky hair. In one smooth move I spin her around. Now she’s against the wall. Lifting her arms above her head I start on her neck, kissing, licking, adoring.

I take an impure kiss, with tongue against tongue. My dick wants more. She gently bites my bottom lip and holds on. When she does, her eyes lock on mine. One eyebrow lifts. She opens her lips and releases her hold.

“Oh, is that how you wanna play?” I say, licking my lip.

There’s just a moment of hesitation. Then it’s game on.

We come together like two lions released from captivity. Hands, mouths, tongues, all let loose for the first time, fighting for their share of the hunt. Barely aware of our surroundings, we feast on each other’s flesh. We turn against the wall, her and then me and then her again, rolling in a passionate dance. We’re so far past any need for foreplay. When we knock an Italian plate from the wall and it crashes to the floor we barely pause to acknowledge the pieces of porcelain at our feet.

“Later,” I say.

She goes for my pants, reaching inside my boxer briefs and grabbing ahold of my angry dick. My hands lean on the wall behind her head. I let loose a primal yell and pump inside her perfect grip.

Bringing one hand down, I lift the skirt of her dress.

“Spread your legs.” It’s not a request.

She does it without hesitation. I lick my middle finger and slip my hand inside the lace panties and touch her soft bare lips. There’s no need for more lubrication, she’s wet as hell. Our eyes lock. I lift my finger inside her. She bites her lip and sounds a kind of guttural moan. “Let me in!” I command as I finger her. Eyes tell me she loves it. My dick agrees.

“I’ve got to fuck you! Right now.” I untangle our hold and drop my pants. She lifts the skirt of her dress and I rip the panties right off her.

My gaze drops to her shaved pussy. I hold her against the wall with one hand and bend down and take a whiff of her scent, nose barely a breath away. I’m hooked on it immediately, like a drug you shouldn’t have tried because you’ll never want to be without. I put my tongue between her lips. She jumps a little with the movement. God almighty. Picking her up she wraps her legs around my waist. I can hold this little package easily. She unbuttons the front of her dress. No bra. Great tits. Small but perfectly shaped, with nipples pink and erect.

“I’m small,” she says.

“I’m big,” I chuckle, taking my dick in hand. “We’ll be great together.”

Guiding slowly into her wet pussy is exciting enough, because it’s a tight fit. We start fucking. Placing one hand on the wall, I steady myself while my mouth finds its target, sucking her nipple. Hard. A cry of passion escapes her lips. The scent of her skin is intoxicating. My tongue flicks and encircles the bud. I put my teeth over the nipple and look up to her. Gently I bite it. She moans louder, breath quickening.

“Oh God,” she says in a two-word review.

Lord. Jesus. Buddha and all the saints. It’s impossible to stop now, or to take my time. She’s moving with me perfectly, pushing when I pump. Our eyes are locked on each other. Never have I been more turned on. Here it comes. I’m gonna blow.

“I’m…going…to…come all over you!” she says.

That’s all it takes to push me over the cliff. For a fraction of a second I feel her juices as they cover the head of my dick. Then it’s all me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!!”

There’s an earth-moving explosion of cum, shooting from the depths of me into her pussy, and from her onto me. It goes on and on until my dick is drained. Very slowly our bodies try to regain balance.

Everything’s moving in slow motion now as heartbeats attempt to come back down to earth. I’m still inside and I feel her squeeze me. I give a smile and one final pump. She rests her head against my shoulder, and I feel the heat and dampness coming from her face.

“I don’t want to let you go,” I whisper.