I drove around the block, and dealt with the local traffic for the few minutes it took me to return. She ran over and hopped in my car. “Take me for a ride.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere, just drive Ok?”
Definitely wacky. I drove down to the water. It was getting dark, and the fireworks were just starting.
“Can we watch the fireworks for a while?” she asked.
“Of course. You want to go down and walk the beach?”
“I’d like that. You don’t mind?”
“Not at all.”
We spent a good hour watching all the private fireworks that people were setting off, bracketed by the city fireworks at each end of the beach. We walked hand-in-hand, not talking about much except about the different pyrotechnic displays. I let her set the pace and direction, and they were still going on when we got back to the car. “Take me home?”
I laughed, opening her door. “Your chariot awaits, milady.”
I walked her to the door, and got another kiss. “Thank you for my third date,” she said, smiling shyly. “Would I be brazen if I invited you in for coffee?”
“No. I think that would be quite kind.”
That girl from the tanker? Someday I’ll have to hunt her down and thank her. She was quite the pushy one, and had no qualms directing me on how she liked to be pleased. We spent two full days together, most of it in bed. I imagine I was able to sustain an erection for a few hours of that time, but the rest was her training me.
I owed Dr. Katy Ross as well. She made sure there was one thing I could do, very well. Very, very well, if her moans, cries and screams were any indication.
Their training turned out to be quite successful. Sue didn’t mind fooling around after three dates. Even when all three were in a period of about 10 hours.
She was crying, begging me to fuck her, after about an hour spent between her legs. I’d given her half-a-dozen orgasms, before I entered her.
“Fuck me, Trey! God, I need you to fuck me!” she begged.
I did my best, and it seemed to be good enough. I only lasted a few minutes the first time, but she had no qualms using her talented mouth to get me hard again. That second erection was good for half-a-dozen positions, and I learned something quite useful. I have a hard time coming when she’s riding me. Don’t ask me why, but it’s a fact. She was a shaking mess when she finally rolled off of me, and I climbed back between her legs.
“Take me, baby,” she panted, pulling me close.
I let her draw me down, and nibbled on her soft neck, letting my hips take over down below.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “I… I can’t believe it. You’re going to make me come again,” she gasped.
“Come for me, beautiful,” I whispered, driving into her hard and fast.
“A… g.. g.. gain!” she whined, thrusting back hard. Her arms were wrapped around my body, holding me tight. She whimpered sweetly, then came hard. Less than a minute later, I was filling my second condom.
I started to pull away, but she wouldn’t let go. “No, baby. Don’t move, not yet. Don’t let me go.”
I hugged her tightly. “I’ll never let you go, Sue.”
She sighed. “Holy shit, Mystery! I’ve never come like that, or been left this drained. Did they train you in that too?”
I kissed her softly. “Two instructors. Five long months. Still you taught me something tonight.”
“Really? You liked it? You’re not just saying it, right? I… I don’t have a lot of experience, not professional. Only eight other lovers. I don’t bore you, do I? You’ll let me know if I do anything wrong. You can train me.”
“I like you just the way you are. Ready to go again?”
She looked down to where I was already hard for her. “God! I should have known what I was getting into. Like everything about you. Dangerous, another weapon. You’ve never actually killed anyone with that monster, have you?”
I remembered the final night with Katy, the only time we had sex. Her coming so hard for me until she passed out. Le petite mort. The little death. “Only once,” I teased. “Just a little death.”
She looked scared. “You wouldn’t, I mean, not me. Would you?”
As many times as I could, I thought. I parted her legs and moved between them. “Only if you deserve it.”
An hour later she was trembling. She’d earned at least half-a-dozen. “God, that’s intense. Knowing what you could do, if you wanted. Was that good for you too? I can do better.”
“You were wonderful. The best.”
“The best? You think so? I… I’m just an amateur!”
“The best for me. Now. Exactly what I needed.”
She smiled, climbing onto my chest, kissing my neck. “If you need it again, I hope you remember who to come too. I can be what you need, if you’ll give me a chance.”
“The chance is yours,” I whispered, wondering if I had one more in me.
We’ve been together ever since. Engaged within three months. Married in less than a year. We spent almost four months looking for the perfect home, and when we found the foreclosure, I knew it was the one. It needed some work, but that never scared me.
Sue almost had a cow, when I paid for the house in cash.
“How can you afford something like this?” she asked.
“I told you, I’m careful with my money.”
It was going to take three quarters of my savings, but it was worth it. I liked the idea of knowing the place was mine, and I’d never have to worry about having some place to live, ever again. The house was ideal, not overly large, but with a big two car garage, and a carport that could hold two more. Waterfront, bayside, with a nice deck. Quiet neighborhood. All a guy could ask for.
We had a great life. Together, we earned almost 200K a year, with almost no expenses. That first year we put close to 60 grand into savings.
Marie and Mark lived only about a mile away. They became our closest friends. We had many. I should say Sue had many, but they were always nice to me.
We were in love, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.