My second erotic story, also the follow up to my original. I think this is quite a bit better than my first attempt, and I hope you feel the same. So sit back and enjoy.
"How's the pasta?" Nikki asked, taking a sip of her Merlot, her face bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. I swallowed the mouthful of rotini I had been chewing and wiped my lips with the white napkin.
"Excellent. Almost as good as mine. "I smiled, replacing the napkin on the table. She reflected my smile and pushed another spoonful of the tomato-covered spirals into her mouth. Her ruby red lips glistened in the dimly lit dining room of her modest two-story home as she slowly chewed the pasta, savouring it. She closed her eyes and let out a little sigh of approval at her meal. "I just love sun-dried tomato sauce. What recipe do you use?" I asked her as she placed her utensils on her empty plate.
"Oh, some celebrity recipe out of TV guide. I forget which celebrity, but I think it was some empty headed hunk who has all his food made by four star chefs." She dabbed her napkin across her luscious lips.
"Well, that certainly narrows the field." I downed the last of my wine and began gathering my dishes. It had been nearly three weeks since my chance first encounter with Nikita Arkeyedov on that hot July day, when we both very romantically slammed into each other on our bicycles. We had become very good friends since then, and great lovers. We shared a romantic evening with each other each Saturday, much deserved after a long week of work for both of us. I was the manager of a local video-game store, and she was a fitness instructor at the YMCA. Brains and brawn, I chuckled to myself as I opened the dishwasher and lined my plates into the metal bars. Nikita was far from being an airhead, though.
She had a bachelors degree in philosophy, not to mention an educational degree and her fitness training. I bumped the dishwasher door shut with my knee and turned the dial to "normal load". I stood in the kitchen for a moment, staring out the window above her sink at the dark night sky. There were very few clouds, and the bright stars bore brightly against the black canvas of the sky. The moon was full, casting a soft grey glow across the suburban neighborhood. I checked my watch. Nearly ten o'clock. Many houses were darkened, save for a few golden windows that flickered with the blue haze of TV screens. Aside from a few cars parked in the driveways of their owners, the streets were deserted and silent. There was the occasional chirrup of a cricket or two, but aside from that, the night was serenely quiet.
"Yo, Jason, are you going to join me or what?" Nikkita popped her head around the division between the living room and the kitchen. I snapped out of my daze and turned away from the window.
"Yeah, I'm coming. I was just admiring the... beauty of the night." I raised my arms and curled my fingers, bearing my teeth and doing my best Dracula impression. Nikki giggled and walked over to me, swaying her hips seductively and licking her lips. She was wearing a tight leather mini-skirt, one of my favourites, that she only wore for me when we were dining together. She also wore a white blouse that was unbuttoned at the top, giving me an eyeful of cleavage. She was wearing a lacy white bra under the thin white fabric, the intricate patterns clearly visible through the cotton. She wrapped herself around me, lifting her right leg up to rub against my thigh. "Ahh, my dear, you have a most beautiful neck..."I leaned forward and began to nibble on the side of her tanned neck. She craned it to one side to allow me to lick and nuzzle her creamy flesh.
"Mmmm. Now now, save some of your energy for later, Count." She pulled away from me just as my penis began to swell in my black dress-pants. She turned and went back into the living room, beckoning for me. I obliged and followed her, gazing at her tight, round ass as she slowly walked, knowing that I would have to be patient, for Nikita hated to be rushed. She proceeded to her television and opened her video stand, scanning the array of cassettes and DVD cases. "What would you like to play tonight?"She asked, as I seated myself on her leather sofa.
"Oh, something violent. Preferably with shooting." She ran her fingers along the row of plastic containers and stopped on a blue one, drawing it out of the stand.
"Unreal Tournament it is." She opened the case and pushed the tray release button on her Playstation 2 console perched atop her TV. The DVD tray slid out with a gentle whir, and she placed the disk into place. She tapped the button again, and it slid back into the dark unit. She grabbed the remote and hit a few buttons, and a blue screen appeared on the television She turned on the Playstation 2 and scooped up the two black controllers, handing one to me as she sat down next to me on the couch.
We were both video-game fanatics, Nikki being fortunate enough to nab one of the infamous PS2s when they were released. I only had a simple Dreamcast unit, on top of my gaming computer, but there was no need to buy a Playstation, seeing how I had hers to play with. We both watched the screen as the titles flashed by, and we both selected our characters. What a sight we must have been, I chuckled to myself. A beautiful woman and her boyfriend sitting on a sofa, playing video-games at night in our dress-clothes. Not that I could complain. The shootout began, and we both began frantically tapping buttons and control sticks as we raced through the environment, pumping each other full of lead and plasma at every opportunity.
"Boy, this is bloody hard to control with a freaking gamepad." I said, as she blew me into a geyser of body parts and pulpy blood with a rocket. "I'd prefer the PC version to this one anyday." I popped back into the game after a moments delay, back from the dead to shoot again.
