With a frustrated sigh, Keely shut the bathroom door and banged her head lightly on it.
"Stupid."
she thought over and over. There was no getting away from the facts though, she was as aroused as she'd ever known and needed relief. With trembling-sweating palms she fumbled through her purse for her keys and un-clipped her keychain vibrator at the third attempt, silently thanking God for small miracles. "I can't even control my own hands anymore." She murmured to herself.
Smiling slightly, she dropped her damp skirt and inched her naked bottom onto the cold black marble counter top. Leaning back against the mirror, she spread her thighs and ran her fingers over her dripping clit and closed her eyes as her body trembled at her own touch. She was close...really close to stepping off the edge of bliss. Turing on the vibrator and feeling the pulsating beat dance up her fingers, Keely felt her body flood with more juices. Bracing a foot against the rim of the sink, she slipped the vibrator into her open, dripping body. Sinking the vibrator back and forth, she fingered her clit and thought of her date . . .
*****
It had all started with the dinner invitation: just a simple, "Will you have dinner with me sometime." It was an invitation that should have never been given and never been accepted because of their working relationship. Keely knew that any relationship between them had to be nipped in the bud. Keely smiled wickedly, she liked playing with fire and for once- she was going to play and had accepted the invitation.
Waiting for him to come into the living room from the kitchen, Keely thought of the man who she hoped would become her lover. Tall for his Asian descent, Kevin carried himself with a strong sense of pride and joyfulness. Those months of working with him as her manager, slowly built the tension so tight that a knife couldn't cut it and had fellow employees looking at them with knowing grins. Catching him walking into the room, she watched him move toward her, the dimmed lights making his ink black hair shine with an iridescent blue hue. Her eyes roved over his body taking in the button-up black shirt that hugged the slim muscles of his chest and arms and the tight blue jeans that hugged his hips and outlining the long, muscular thighs and calf of his legs.
"Madam, your whiskey-laced tea." Keely chuckled as Kevin handed her a glass coffee cup, his palm and long fingers dwarfing the small cup. "Thank you, Kev." Playfully Keely lowered her eyes and peered at him from beneath her lashes, "Now, if I'm guessing right, I think you've been avoiding this question all night, but I need to know why you invited me to dinner tonight."
Kevin looked at her, really looked. Her shoulder-length, reddish brown hair fell gently around her sharp cheek bones that told the story of the Native American blood that flowed in her veins. The backlight from a lamp cast a soft glow around her face giving her a classic sexy look, but behind her tiny, silver glasses, her dark grey eyes held his, waiting for his answer. "I think you know Keely. You know I've asked Amy about you . . ."
". . . and I've seen the women you date." Keely cut Kevin off, it was rude, but she wanted answers, and not the answers her friend could give her. "I'm not like them. Kevin, I know you've talked to Amy, she's told you many times that I'm not someone who takes sex, dating, and all the other stuff that goes with it lightly. I know that she's told you how I feel about myself, which means you know that I'm really insecure about myself and how I look."
"How you look! My heavens Keely! Your body's perfect!" Keely raised and eyebrow and looked at his whiskey brown eyes. She knew he was telling her the truth; one of the knacks she acquired over the years was the ability to read people's eyes, and his were just devouring her. Softly he said, "You have a body that a man can fall into Keely, soft and rounded. Those women you have seen me with . . . they mean nothing." Kevin sat on the couch next to her and leaned his head back against the soft, buttery black leather, "Not anymore."
Keely looked though the sliding door of Kevin's apartment and stared into the darkened sky beyond the pool. She knew he wasn't lying; she just couldn't bring herself to accept that someone as good looking and sought after, as Kevin, would want to become her lover. Still looking out into the distance she took a sip of her laced tea, and nearly killed herself as she chocked, sputtering her tea all over herself as Kevin's quiet words washed over her musing form. Turning her head sharply, her eyes grey clashed with his. "Did I hear you correctly!"
Kevin smile. "Yes you heard me correctly." He paused and watched hungrily as her fingers bushed over the drops of tea that had landed on the curved, swollen rise of her breast. Licking his full lips, he groaned softly, not noticing as Keely's eyes glanced to his suddenly flushed face. Slowly she, dipped her fingers into the deep cleft of her breasts made by the confinement of her bra and smiled, reflecting the wickedness and passion her body was starving for. Watching his eyes fix on the fingers that rested between her warm breasts she whispered his name softly, "Kevin?"
Kevin jerked his gaze to meet her eyes and realized that they were focused on his that flushed face, he repeated; "Have you ever played "I want you to . . .?"
Keely's mind reeled. She not only knew the game really well, but she knew, personally, the author who originated the game through one of his own erotic stories. As if through a fog, she heard Kevin's voice washing over her, "From your look, I can guess that you do know the story, where it comes from, and its meaning."
With a trembling hand, she set what was left of her tea on the small coffee table and looked directly into Kevin's eyes and read the promise of what was to come. "Yes. I know the game and the story very well. Mr. Smith is quite a pleasurable writer. He's a very good friend of mine. We met when I commented him about one of his pieces. From there on it's been a great friendship"
"You know him?"
Keely looked up and raised her eyebrows, her gaze never leaving his face as he shifted his body toward hers. "What's wrong with that?" she asked quietly, tracing one of the leather buttons on the couch's seat.
"Nothing. I've always wanted to meet him. His stories leave something to the imagination."
Keely bowed her head and chuckled. She knew how well his stories could lead to the imagination and hoped that she and Kevin could sometime act them out.
"Well then." Kevin mused aloud in the heavy silence of the apartment, amazed that Keely knew Mr. Smith and his writings.
"Kev . . ." Keely scooted closer to him on the couch, her knees touching his thighs as she faced him. Her eyes betrayed her uncertainty at the reaction she got from Kevin about her online friendship.
Kevin smiled and reached out to trace Keely's full lips, with his broad tipped fingers. "I was just surprised that you would know someone though e-mail, but you've never met him in person." Trailing off, her leaned forward and kissed her small pert nose. "Now, back to the original concern of tonight, I'm going to make you see that I want you and only you. Do you still want to play?" At her small nod, Kevin's smile broadened into a grin. "I want you to kiss me Keely. Kiss me with all that passion you've been storing up for me at work."
Keely blushed. She couldn't help it, she thought she had kept her desires in check at work, but apparently Kevin, and others, had noticed. Shifting once more on the couch, Keely rose over his lounging form and pressed her lips gently against his warm firm lips and felt them soften as her tongue gently ran a warm, wet line across the seam. With a growl, Kevin deepened the kiss, his mouth opening on hers. Slipping their tongues into each others welcoming mouths they explored, tasted. Shifting her mouth, Keely coxed Kevin's tongue deeper into her and then returned the favor to him. Soon, their kiss spiraled deeper and deeper into heated passion, their mouths and tongues dancing a duel of possession that was as old as time.
With a quiet moan, Keely lowered her upper body against Kevin's, her hips pressing into his side, her soft, lush lips closed firmly against his to stop his thrusting tongue from taking possession of the kiss. Chuckling, Kevin pulled back and rested his head against the back of the couch, his heaving breath mixing with Keely's in an attempt to breathe. Slowly he ran his hand down her smooth hair, wrapping his fist around it once he reached the layered ends.
Keely shifted her weight as Kevin's hand tightened his possession on her. Grinning, her straight white teeth gleaming, she straddled his thigh, her skirt rising to expose her long sleekly muscled thighs. "I want you to kiss my neck." Kevin arched a black eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. Tugging on her hair to bring her head softly to the opposite side of his tilted face, Kevin's firm lips caressed her jaw down to the dancing pulse in her throat. Taking a deep breath, Kevin inhaled her own feminine sent and perfume before he traced her vein with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he clamped his lips and teeth over the vein and felt Keely's responding exclamation of "Oh!" along with the deep grind of her hips against his leg as he suckled the soft, giving flesh.
Letting go of her hair, his mouth lifting from her neck, he shifted their bodies and lowered her onto her back; the leather of the couch sinking as his weight settled over hers. Just as slowly as he lowered their bodies, Keely's hands rose in panic and shoved at his broad shoulders.
"Kevin . . .?" her body tensed under his in fear of not knowing what was going to.
"Sh . . ." Kevin met her grey eyes and held her gazed. "All you have to do is say 'Stop' and it all ends." Keely nodded and tilted her head back as Kevin lowered his lips once again to the vulnerable skin at her neck.
