His hands go to my head and tangle themselves in my hair, holding my head, turning it this way and that as he ravages my mouth.

One hand lets go of my head and travels firmly down my back, strong fingers pressing me more closely into his embrace.

The other hand finds its way back to my breast, cupping and massaging it again.

God, his hands feel great!

He backs me up against the counter now and lifts my skirt, both hands going under my lacy panties to squeeze my ass. I can clearly feel his need as he pushes himself against me.

“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers, his mouth against my neck, “You have the finest ass I have ever seen!” His presses his raging erection against my belly. “Feel that? That’s all for you.” But I can’t answer, only moan, as he ravishes my mouth with his own again.

We break the kiss and lean against each other, breathing hard.

“I’ve thought about this since the day you first walked into the office.” He rocks his body gently against mine. “You, with your creamy skin, those blue eyes and long dark hair. What a fucking combo!” He chuckles admiringly and runs his hand over my hair. “I’ll never forget that first day. You were wearing that sensible gray plaid skirt and that white blouse with the ruffles.”

He’s making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and best of all…? He has seen and felt enough of my curves now to be very aware that I am not some skinny little thing.

He doesn’t care. It’s obvious. Not only does he not care, he is turned on…all the way on…by my body and my look. I don’t have to worry. He likes me, just the way I am. Thank God!

His voice is muffled against my neck now. “I love the way you dress for work.” He mouths the skin under my jaw, making me gasp. “Oh, yeah,” he whispers, “You dress so demurely, but you can’t hide how voluptuous you are.” He places a row of tiny kisses along my neck, then nibbles my chin delicately. “Like you’re trying to hide your sinful…” kiss, “…silky….” kiss, “…luscious curves under those schoolmarm skirts.”

Now he kisses my lips again, gently, open-mouthed, letting his breath mingle with mine. Both hands return to my breasts, each one lifting, hefting and massaging a handful of my flesh, his thumbs brushing my aching nipples. “And…these breasts…Jesus Christ! As if ruffles or frills could hide these beauties!” And now, both hands go around to my bra strap to release its hooks.

“Lift your arms, baby,” he says, and I do, letting him take my blouse up and over my head, with my bra following. My boobs bounce free and he bends to bury his face in them,. “Ahh, yeah…glorious,” he whispers, taking a mouthful of one, then the other, using his tongue and teeth gently on each nipple in turn.

I close my eyes as shocks of pleasure shoot straight from his sexy mouth to my clit.

Then, his hands go around my waist and he lifts me up and onto the counter.

Now, his fingers work one nipple, his tongue and mouth work the other.

My hands in his hair, my legs wrapped around his waist, I arch my back into his mouth, reveling in the sensation.

He stands up straight and kisses me again, his tongue darting into my mouth as his hands spread my knees. He looks down, attention riveted to what his hands are doing.

Breathing hard, I lean back to give him better access. One of his hands finds my folds, a finger stroking the wetness he finds there, before making its insistent way deeper, seeking entrance.

Pausing for a moment, he reaches behind me to push some kitchen items out of the way. “Lean back some more, Jenny. Let me in there,” he whispers in my ear.

I raise my hips, helping him pull my panties off. He spreads my legs more fully, exposing my soaked, shaved pussy. “Yum yum,” he murmurs, smiling devilishly, “time for dessert.”

“Put your legs up on my shoulders,” he says. I do, then I gasp and close my eyes as he pushes his tongue into me, hard, and then swirls it, coaxing more of my juices forth. His tongue creates tiny splashing sounds, making my pussy contract with pleasure.

Oh my God this is so dirty and sexy, getting it on with my fantasy man, in the kitchen of his childhood home!

He swipes his tongue upwards with broad strokes next, laving my clit over and over, making my hips rock and tremble. Ah Jesus! So hot, so wet and good, my head lolls backwards, eyes closed, as he plunges his tongue inside of me again, making my entrance clench like it’s trying to grab his tongue before it can get away.

“Jennifer,” he groans, “your pussy really is like dessert…sweet and delicious!”

He suckles my inner lips and then uses the point of his tongue to flick my clit. With one hand, I grab the edge of the counter, and the other grabs his hair. I’m moaning and writhing as his fluttering tongue makes my body shiver again and in spasms of pleasure.

Now he puts both hands under my ass and lifts me towards his mouth. He plunges his tongue inside me, swirling and sucking, then he takes my labia into his mouth, one at a time, and then both at once, making loud, sexy slurping sounds, before returning to tongue-fucking my entrance.

“Hhhnnnh,” I hear myself cry out, and I arch my pussy up towards his mouth, seeking more attention on my pulsing nub.

He uses his other hand to pull up on my flesh, exposing my entire clitoris. I look down and see its red and delicate roundness, throbbing with pleasure.

Then he fastens his lips around that tiny erection, sucking it as deeply into his warm, wet mouth as it will go.

“Uhhnnnh…uhhhh! Oh, Jesus,” I moan, shaking.

“Mmmmmph,” he mumbles, and then he begins to lash me mercilessly with that talented tongue, flicking then stroking, then flick, then stroke, and sucking my flesh into his mouth again as hard as he can.

My eyes roll back in my head as he rockets me towards orgasm. My legs close and then fall open, close and then fall open again.

And then ohhhh…ohhhhh, everything comes to a standstill, my breath pauses and a light seems to grow deep inside….and I’m coming…I’m coming, sobbing my pleasure, hips pumping, pussy contracting strongly while he flogs my throbbing, aching button with his tongue, until my legs nearly crush his head in a profound, almost violently pleasurable orgasm.

Before the last contraction is done, he has me off the counter and bent over in front of him, my skirt up around my waist. I hear the zip of his fly being opened, his pants hitting the floor, and then the tip of his hot, hard cock is pressing my entrance.

“Hnnnh,” he grunts, and it’s the sound of pure masculine need. So hot! He pushes his cock into me greedily, spreading me with both hands, opening my juicy, thrumming pussy.

I’m wet, soaking wet, but he’s big, so big that he has to go back and forth before he can sink himself all the way into me.

His deep moans are hot and sexy, and his thick, hard girth immediately makes contact with that highly sensitive spot deep inside. The spot that makes my mouth drop open and my eyes close as all my attention narrows down to the incredibly pleasurable sensation of being fucked, hard, from behind.

He grunts and digs into me with his length, hard and insistent, brooking no resistance, not that I want to offer any. It’s pure ecstasy as my body adapts to his movements, the way it was made to do.

Blake’s grunts sound animal, like some mythical, horny man-beast with nothing but rutting on its mind. So fucking sexy! If he holds off for another minute, I’m gonna come…oh god he’s gonna…oh yeah…yes…I’m gonna come again….I arch my back, trying to take more of him inside me, trying to maintain contact with the exquisite heat his stroking is building within me.

He lets out a moan that sounds like it comes from his gut; a sound that reverberates deep in his chest. My body reacts with a kind of softening and melting, my back arching even more so he can fuck me deeper still.

He draws back before slamming me, hard…harder, again and again, and a high wail starts coming up my throat…and he slams me again and then stays deep inside, thrusting his cock from side to side now.

Ohhh ohhhhh! That does it, that throws me over the edge again and I can’t help it…I have to scream…helplessly, a high-pitched, slow scream escapes me as he rocks me, faster and faster, to another toe-curling orgasm…his cock is impossibly hard now…impossibly hard…and then he goes still as I come all over his dick, my pussy gripping his pulsating length in hard, rhythmic contractions and yeah… oh yeah…now he’s coming too, groaning through his teeth, straining against me in pulse after pulse of ecstasy.

* * *

“That was what I call my Blake Cameron Rock ’n’ Roll Rodeo,” he laughs. It’s about twenty minutes later. We’re outside, sitting side-by-side on a bench, cooling off and enjoying the twilight.

“It was awesome, Blake. I mean…wow! I…I’ve never had two in a row like that before.” He clasps me to his side and I cuddle him back. I want him to know the amazing effect he had on me. “I mean, talk about your trumpets and fireworks. Heh. And I’ve never had an orgasm through intercourse alone. I usually need, y’know, um, more direct stimulation.”

“Glad to be of service, ma’am. You ladies have all these mysterious inner pleasure spots. I feel it’s my duty to find them all.” He laughs. “Seriously, though? Nothing is sexier than making you come. When I slid into you…damn! I could barely hold off.” He kisses my head. “You are incredibly hot.”

“I’m thinking exactly the same thing about you, believe me.”

Glowing under my praise, he pulls me to him for another soft kiss. “I can’t stop kissing you, Jenny girl. What a treat you are.”

I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now.

“I’ve had my dessert, but you haven’t had yours,” he says. “I got gelato. Three flavors: Strawberry, mint and chocolate. Interested?“

“Damn right.”

“What flavor would you prefer?”

“I…hmm. How about a scoop of all three?”

“Hah! Good choice.” He gets up.

“You need any help?”

“Getting ice cream? I sure as hell hope not.” He winks at me. “Nah, you just sit and enjoy the sunset. I’ll bring it out here.”

“Alright, sounds good.”

I sit back down, checking out his muscular ass as he walks away from me, goes through the sliding patio door and closes it behind him.

After a few minutes, I take my phone out and see that my friend Brenda has made an excited post on Facebook about starting her vet tech course. I comment, a quick congratulations, and she responds right away, asking how I’ve been. I answer and we have a little chat. She asks if I’d be interested in having a girl’s night on Friday night at her house with some other friends, to which I respond with an emphatic yes. Woo-hoo, dinner and drinks at Brenda’s! It’s been too long since I’ve kicked back with my friends.

I browse Facebook for a while longer. Ten minutes tick by, still no Blake. I wonder if I should go look for him but I decide not to. He’s probably in the bathroom.

The sun is lowering and it’s getting chilly. I go inside to wait.

The patio door opens into the eating area in the kitchen. I see that there are two old-fashioned-looking, clear-glass ice cream dishes sitting on the counter.

But no Blake.

Well, I have to use the bathroom myself now. If there’s still no sign after that, I’ll text him. If he doesn’t answer that, then maybe it’s time to worry that he had a heart attack or something.

I head towards the powder room and stop when I hear Blake’s voice. It’s coming from one of the bedrooms down the hallway off the living room. He’s probably in his old childhood room.

“Yes, but, I’m not ready yet,” he’s saying.

I shouldn’t listen in. I move towards the bathroom again, but I can’t help overhearing more.

“I…would you listen for a minute? I’m trying to tell you…”

I can plainly hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but where are you gonna stay? I don’t have a place yet….”

Then, just as I reach the bathroom, I hear this:

“No! You can’t stay with me in the trailer, Angel! Come on!”

Angel.

My heart pounds and sinks at the same time. I feel sick. Shit! I should stop listening now!

But I can’t.

“Angel…listen…Angel!” Pause, then he lets out a low laugh. “Yeah, you know I do.” Pause. “What? No, I’m not gonna…” Pause. Chuckle. “Okay, okay. I miss you. Jesus! You’re such a ….” Pause. Another chuckle. “Yep. Yes! I just…” Pause. “I know. Look, I gotta run. I’m in the middle of something. Let me figure this out.” Pause. “No I don’t know how long it’ll take. I have to….” Pause. “I’ll let you know as soon I can.” Pause. “Angel! Ha ha! Yes I promise, I’ll call you as soon as I can. Okay?” Pause. “Okay. I really have to go now. Bye.”

Oh God. Angel.

Angel.

Is that her name or just what he calls her?

I shut the bathroom door quietly and sit on the toilet.

He’ll call her as soon as he can. As soon as I’m out of his hair?

Well, that’s his unfinished business in California, then. Obviously.

Shock and dismay reverberate through my being.

All that angst I just got settled with him about the doctor, and control versus provide, and now, this?

Heart sinking, it seems like all this stuff about how he wants to take care of me is just a joke.

I’m so confused and hurt, I wanna run home to my mother like a scared rabbit.

All I know is, he can’t be honorably engaged in courting and providing for me and have another woman back home.

Gotta be one or the other, can’t be both.

Struggling to get a grip on myself, I realize that I was right to think that I’m in over my head.

I know I don’t have the right to expect him to be exclusive to me. We’re not there yet, at this point. Are we?

No, I guess not. He can…well, we both can…see other people. I don’t want to, I’m not going to, but there’s nothing stopping him.

I guess.

But somehow, I don’t know why, I just didn’t expect this of Blake. Somehow, I thought––hoped––that I was more special to him than this.

God, I’m such a fool!

I feel like crying. My face is burning and I feel hollow inside.

Hurt.

And wishing like mad I hadn’t just had sex with him.

Mind-blowing, crazy-good sex. Shit! What the hell am I doing?

I should have asked him outright if he was seeing anyone. Or if he had anyone waiting for him back in California. It just didn’t seem like it was my business.

And it’s insecure to ask. Untrusting. Which is no way to start off a relationship. It’s also undignified, and would’ve made me look like a twit. No, it’s better that I didn’t ask.

I take some deep breaths and try to get myself under control.

He’s not my boyfriend. He’s not committed to me. I have no right to be angry. Or disappointed. I chose to have sex with him; he didn’t force me.

Quite the opposite. I was very much looking forward to it.

Making matters worse, the only reason I even know about this Angel woman now is because I was eavesdropping!

Dammit! I remember reading something about that somewhere; in The Old Farmer’s Almanac maybe? Or a website with old sayings? Something like this:

“Never listen at keyholes, lest ye be vexed.”

Vexed! Yep. That’s a good word for it.

Even if it’s information that tells me something important, if I learn it through being sneaky and immoral, I have no right to it. It’s none of my business.

True. All true! I just don’t give a damn about being on the moral high ground right now.

Thoroughly and completely confused, I have no idea what to do.

I’ll have to get through the rest of this evening somehow. Try to act normally, as if nothing’s changed.

Gotta get myself together. I can’t let him see that I’m rattled. I’ll just eat my damn ice cream, and then leave. Maybe that’ll be a good thing…be the one to end the encounter first.

Yes.

But then, there’ll be work tomorrow. And the next day, and the next and etc.

All my days are full of Blake.