A Date With Winnie
Before I reached my place it occurred to me that I hadn't even called Winnie in over a week and did so, recalling the special items we had purchased on our sexual shopping spree the last time they were together.
"Hello?" Her voice had a tremor in it. I realized she knew it was me calling and so got right to it, not bothering with formalities. "Get your ass over to my place; and be ready for me."
"Oh god, Donnie I didn't think you were ever gonna call me again," she said in a syrupy voice.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes--yes, I did!" He imagined her signaling Evie of his call and how the other girl had hurried over to listen in.
Despite his tone, Winnie continued talking about her and Evie. "Oh ... well because of me and Evie doing all those things ... you know?"
"You thought that displeased me?" I said, relenting somewhat, realizing she was overly concerned about nothing.
"Yeah ... didn't it?"
"Not at all, Winnie; in fact I found the two of you very interesting. Very interesting, and I especially want to see you again."
Let me give you my address, in case you don't have it, or can't find it."
"Oh, I know it!" she said excitedly, and recited it for me then and there.
"Can you be here in an hour?"
"You can't pick me up in that nice car?" she said plaintively.
"No," Donnie replied with a finality that shook her confidence so much that she began to stammer and promised to be there within the hour.
"You're not listening to me, Winnie. I said be here within the hour. That means ... since it's now exactly four ten that you be at my door at exactly five. Not before, and certainly not after."
"Your door at five ..." Only then did Winnie realize she was holding a line that had gone dead at the other end.
In her apartment, Winnie held the phone in her hand thinking about the last time she'd seen him, his hand in her hair; his body on hers. There was something that pushed the moments spent with him to hyper reality. The way he half-closed the red curtains in her place and made the light from the street glow crimson on the white walls.
Truth be told, Winnie didn't even really like him. That's not to say she wasn't already wet by the time she put the phone down. She hadn't seen or heard from him in almost two weeks and yet he was constantly in her thoughts--and prayers.
All right, she liked him well enough. He made her do things she didn't want to do, but all the same she loved the results. God, he'd found spots she hadn't know existed and they were part of her. And he was generous ... wining and dining her ... buying her things--ohhhh, like those tight pants she loved putting on and then taking off--with difficulty, but she'd gotten off twice that way, and he wasn't even around to see it.
He was a good listener too, and he was the best she'd ever known or even heard of as a lover. Okay, he made her do weird things ... mmmm, dirty things ... maybe she craved them too, but he was the instigator. No, face it girl, you need him doing those things to you, and you know it!
Jesus, look at me! I'm diddling myself! Better stop--well maybe another couple times and I'll cum--maybe he'll know--better stop before that happens. He'll be calling me a slut and spanking me ... Ohhh Christ ... I'm gonna cum!
Donnie watched from a second floor window as Winnie drove up and parked in his driveway. He smiled approvingly at her attire—a white stretchy top; he couldn't define it, but knew he'd seen something like it before ... then it hit him, his sister's had both worn them--it was a leotard of sorts and she'd added a short black skirt that made for a startling contrast on her olive skin. She'd also worn sensible black shoes and not heels.
It was precisely five when she rang the doorbell. Donnie opened the door and told her to come in and sit down in a chair that had been placed in the center of the living room.
Winnie did so without a word, and then waited.
"I like you Winnie, I really do. Evie's all right, but I like you. Do you understand?
"Yes, I do. I like you too, Donnie, very much." Her hands were clasped and placed in her lap. Her eyes never left his. He discerned a slight trembling in her hands and thought that if she were standing her knees might very well be shaking. It was quite obvious that Winnie was frightened or nervous or both.
"I have a special treat for you tonight, Winnie."
"Oh?"
"Yes ... a special treat, and mind you it doesn't involve pain, but does entail a great deal of pleasure. Are you up for it?"
"Yes ... yes, master."
"Am I correct in that you're wearing a leotard?"
"Yes, you are."
"Good. Now please take off your skirt and shoes."
Winnie complied without a word then stood there before him awaiting his next order.
"It suits you, Winnie. In fact it looks stunning on that nice supple body of yours."
A series of electric pulses shot through Winnie's sex and left her nipples tingling and erect. Donnie took note and smiled.
"Is it too cold in here, Winnie?"
"N—no--No it's fine."
"I see your nipples are at attention ... I just thought ..." He left it there.
"Umm, you know ..." She began and stopped.
"I think I do know. Did you get wet when I called?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation before she answered.
