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  I’ve waited too long for this. Maybe I should lighten the mood. “Damn, you feel good, you old bastard.”

  “Damn, you feel better, you tight, greasy cunt.”

  We both laughed, realizing our banter had broken through the ice that had separated us for so long. “Victoria, you do realize our relationship has risen to the next level,” I murmured, while her breasts jostled up and down in my face. “Slow down, girlfriend, I love the tub, but I love the bed more. Tonight, I’m going to give you what you want, even if it takes till morning.” Rising up I made it to the seat of the tub before Vic’s hands and lips held me captive.

  “Do not move,” I directed on his upstroke between breaths. “I’ve got you, right where I want you.” Gliding up and down with my hands and mouth, I was determined to bring him close repeatedly, expertly using my hands to stop any notion of him getting off … before me.

  “Enough, you’ve teased me enough. It’s my turn to return the favor,” I managed to say, while pushing her off me before spinning full circle and stepping onto the tile floor. Holding up an oversized towel, “my lady, if you please.” Like an obedient child, Vic rose from the water, stepped out of the tub and into my waiting arms. Wrapping the towel around her, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. “The next scene in our sonnet is about to unfold.” Flipping back the comforter on the opposite side, I coaxed her onto the crisp linen sheets. “I want to taste you, all of you, from the nape of your neck to the tip of your toes. Hold that thought,” I quipped, before retrieving her thong and wine from the tub room.

  “What are you doing, D? I don’t want my underwear on.” I’ve come too far with him tonight to back up!

  “There’s a method to my madness, darling. Humor me. Lift your feet, now your legs. Good, I’ve got it from here,” I said, as I pulled her thong almost to its final resting place before my tongue got the best of me. “Now close your eyes, lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pushing both her beautiful legs into the air and backwards to her chest, I buried my face deep inside her, my tongue teasing the bottom of her sweet spot while my nose teased the top. Lingering a little long in the moment, I felt her skin shiver along the insides of her thighs as they subconsciously pressed against my cheeks. Setting her thong in place in the next moment was not what she expected.

  “Please, D, don’t stop. I was so close—”

  “No kidding, a little more agony, a whole lot more ecstasy, if you please. The best is yet to come.” Climbing over her, I positioned myself between her thighs while my lips ravaged the nape of her neck, first on the left, then the right. Rocking back and forth, I continually teased her knowing that the only barrier between us was the silky fabric of her thong. Probing her luscious lips with my dancing teaser, my hands roamed freely and expertly across each supple breast. Because of her ample assets, my hungry mouth eagerly encircled both nipples while my teeth nibbled and tugged. Trailing my tongue down her stomach, I stopped at her navel, circling it while my hands repositioned themselves under her. Massaging both cheeks in that position allowed my thumbs the freedom to caress the lower sides of her labia as I settled myself between her legs. “Push your feet together, girlfriend.”

  “Oh, D, I want you inside of me.”

  “Soon, girlfriend, soon.”

  Leaving her navel, my tongue traced the outer edges of her very wet thong before moving down her right thigh, across her knee and calf, ending at her feet. While massaging the bottom of her feet with my hands, my tongue playfully probed between each toe before starting its long anticipated climb to the glistening dampness of my making. “And so it begins,” I teased, pushing her legs apart with my elbows while I breathed in the scent of her excitement created over what seems like forever by me. As my tongue pressed feather-like against her labia, Vic’s fingernails clawed deeply into the linens.

  “Make me come, D. Please, make me come,” I whimpered, I pleaded, I begged. The fires within me raged. His experienced, deliberate tongue quickened, multiplying each exquisite sensation tenfold.

  Trailing the edges of her thong, my lips and tongue teased and probed from the bottom to the top, from the top to the bottom, repeatedly while her body desperately tried to push deeper into me as she used the sheets for traction.

  Screw this. I grabbed his head in my hands and pulled his face into me as deep as my damn thong would allow. “Now, D! Now!” I cried, ripping and pulling the thong to one side, pressing against him with all my might.

  With little chance to breathe, I pushed and pulled on the outer edges of her sweet spot as my tongue danced and darted and played. Grabbing both legs, I pushed them up and back, my hands pulled her deeper into me. Tossing, turning, bucking, screaming, Victoria exploded the moment my two fingers entered her and landed near the elusive G-spot. Wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her body, wobbling her knees and flushing her skin, rose pink.

  “I think I’m dying,” I managed to whisper between halted breaths. ”But what a way to go. No man, until now, has ever taken me where you did tonight. Damn you. And you did it with just your hands, your lips, your tongue.”

  Taking a moment to reflect, “Sadly, girlfriend, it’s all downhill from here. It’s all about the newness, the long time coming, and anticipation of the unknown that took you where you’ve never been before. Of course, my expert oral skills helped carry you over the top,” I confessed, rather proudly, “if I say so myself.”

  “Not just over the top, but over the rainbow, times two. Oh my, D. I have nothing left for you. I’m sorry. I’m spent. I can’t move.”

  “I’m good. Let’s just lay here so I can bask in your after glow, your sweat, your juices. Girl, you have soaked the sheets. Lay still, I’m going to get a picture. You’ve brought new meaning to the words, wet spot.”

  “There will be no pictures taken, period. Now bring me a towel, preferably dry. Tonight,” I stammered, pointing to where I was laying, “this my friend is your side!”

  Chapter 17

  Waking in a reversed spoon position sometime after daylight, I felt two perky breasts rubbing my back while a very determined hand massaged me to life. “Good morning to you, girlfriend. What’s happened to the ‘I’m not a morning person’ I went to sleep with last night?”

  “She’s still here as you can readily attest trying to take care of some unfinished business.”

  “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

  Men, what’s with the tooth brushing? Thankfully, I’ve heard that before and know what to say before he leaves the bed, distracted. “I have, so we’re good. Raise up a little, D, so I can slide my other arm under you. You know what they say, two hands are better than one, when we’re trying to make your little puppy come alive.”

  “I’m not sure, I’ve heard it quite that way before, girlfriend, but knock yourself out.”

  “I plan to, D,” I whispered, as my breasts made circles on his back, while my fingers massaged both appendages hanging from his body.

  Pressing tightly into me, Vic inadvertently discovered my Achilles’ Heel, my oh so sensitive neck. The moment she started biting and kissing my neck and ears I expertly rose to the occasion.

  What a pleasant surprise. “That works. Mental note, neck and ears, hard in one.”

  “What’d you say, girlfriend?”

  “Never mind, I’ve got this.” Pulling him over onto his back, we kissed, my hands continuing to massage. “My turn.” Straddling his legs, I eased down to his shaft, lubricating it with my saliva in the process. Replicating Candi’s performance perfectly. I pushed my breasts together and sleeved him, teasing him with my tongue on each up stroke. “Give me your hands, D. Hold me in place while I lift your hips to meet me. Excellent. You’re not going to come; you’re not going to come. Keep telling yourself that. I have other plans for you.”

  Trying to be a good student, each time I was ready to explode, I reluctantly backed down where her hand was at the ready to clamp down on me. Through Vic’s nonverbal communication skills the definition of etern
ity took on a whole new meaning. After what seemed like the tenth time, Vic relinquished her grip and replaced it with a slightly tighter and wetter one. “It’s all you, baby. Let’s ride!”

  Ha! My body said yes, but my mind kept saying no. I rocked and she moved to my rhythm, minute after minute, until glistening beads of sweat formed across her brow calling on me to invoke desperate measures. “Roll on your back, please.” Taking this new position gave me sufficient leverage to drive deeply and forcefully, establishing a new rhythm I could use to my advantage. “Dig your fingernails into my back, Victoria, do it now!” Pulling her legs down on each side of me created a vice, which, when coupled with the pain of her nails in my back, took me where we both wanted me to go, to the land of knee wobble. Stream after stream erupted inside her until it was my turn to experience the involuntarily muscle loss in my knees. Licking the salty sweat from her forehead, I collapsed on top of her daring myself to move.

  “Are you OK, D?” I asked, just to be sure before pushing him off my chest to breathe.

  “I am better now, thank you. I believe we have moved from the superficial to the sublime in our rapidly ever expanding relationship.”

  “Vic, I never did get a chance to ask you how your soak and rub was yesterday with all the wrestling that’s been going on here lately. Did you enjoy it?”

  “It was wonderful, D. They have a stone massage that I want to try if I ever have a chance to come back here.”

  “Thanks to your semi-iron butt and bladder we made great time yesterday. Would you like to hang out here another day? I’ve heard there are some touristy places that might be fun to visit.”

  “Sure, like what?”

  “The Tunnels of Moose Jaw — some venue that played a part in Prohibition back in the twenties. Rumor has it Al Capone stored liquor here at one time.”

  “The mobster?”

  “Yep.”

  “You just can’t get away from it, can you, D?” What does Candi have that I don’t?

  “Their influence throughout history is everywhere, Vic, from Sinatra to Capone and who knows what else we’ll find on this ride.”

  “I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about you and Candi. Whatever you had with her, you still have it bad for her. Even after the video, you’re still holding out hope, aren’t you?”

  “Let’s just say, I’m eternally optimistic when it comes to people until they prove otherwise.”

  “I give up. Two times she has screwed you or is it three? Do me a favor, remember, until we get back you’re stuck with me. Wine me, dine me, make me laugh and fuck me. Can you at least do that until we get you back into the land of reality?”

  “I’m sorry. You’re asking me questions that I don’t know how to answer. My mind is a wasteland. I’m seriously flawed. Remember? Back to your question, I can do those things and more. Just know, until I have come to terms with the past what you see is what you get. That being said, make your hot rock appointment, then we’ll plan the rest of the day around it. We’ll have fun on the tunnel tour. I’ll wine you, dine you and fuck you, in that order, or some combination of the above. Will that work, barrister?”

  How am I supposed to answer that? I want in his head, as well. “It will, for now, D,” I relented. “At least until it doesn’t.”

  Chapter 18

  Victoria scheduled her one-hour ‘hot rock’ stone massage at nine in the morning, which gave me time to book a tour to the tunnels, and plan the rest of our day in Moose Jaw as well as momentarily reflect on us. Completing the first one through the net, my daydreaming mind instinctively took care of the rest of my quiet time. I warned Vic about what sex does to casual relationships — it screws them up royally. It’s one thing to be friends with someone, even pseudo sexual. It’s completely another when you stick your fingers and other appendages into another person’s pie. You can’t manage to un-stick it. What did she say, ‘sex is power, her vagina’s a WMD ... something like that.’

  I’ve yet to wrap my head around this all too new, budding idea, professional friends with benefits. I’ll assume that’s where we are at this moment in our relationship until one of us yearns to go deeper, while pushing the other away. Then again, so what if Candi screwed her ex? You’re no saint either, D — more of a slut as I’m constantly reminded. Surely Candi would never willfully put herself in that position for my benefit. But Joseph most certainly would — for revenge maybe, to make a point definitely, or possibly to ensure that I stay away because he knows as long as I’m in the picture he hasn’t got a snowball’s chance in hell to win her back. That’s just wishful thinking on my part. D, put it to rest. I’ve promised Vic my attention today, tomorrow and the next day. I owe her that and more … for now.

  “Wow! You look refreshed, girlfriend. Was it as good as you look?” I asked Victoria, who came bouncing into the room, sporting a satisfied glow.

  “It was wonderful and soothing. It’s amazing what warm stones do to your body, D, especially when they take them on and off repeatedly. You should try it sometime.”

  “I’ll add that to my bucket list. I’m cognizant of what hot rocks do coming ... off ... thanks to you. Does that count?”

  “Noooooo ... then again, maybe it does for you, being male and all,” I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “Made you laugh, check. I’m working on your list. See? We’re booked for a tunnel tour at noon. Then a late lunch to be followed up with—”

  “I’m in charge of that one.” Good to know sex is still on his bucket list.

  “You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”

  “Doesn’t matter, I know what I’m going to do, regardless. You’re a new toy, D, that I can’t seem to get enough of.”

  “I wear out easy.”

  “I’ll be gentle and slow. I learned early on to respect my elders.”

  “That’s cruel,” I replied, before grabbing Vic by the waist and turning her over my knees, spanking her multiple times with a firm, open hand. “So how were you taught to respect your betters, little Miss Priss?”

  “Ouch, you’re hurting me. Just kidding. ... Harder! ... Harder! Is that the best you’ve got? Do it harder, damn you. Harder!”

  “Nope.” Pulling down her yoga pants and thong, I smacked her hard two times on her round, freshly oiled butt cheeks, leaving a rather distinct handprint on each before rolling her off my knees into the floor. “There, now maybe you’ll respect your betters.”

  Standing up, I rubbed my smarting cheeks, “That hurt, Daddy.”

  “It was supposed to. I thought that’s what you wanted ... Wait ... did you say ... Daddy?”

  Memories, and not the best ones, consumed me. “It was, it is. I’ll be good, you’ll see. Fuck me now!” I begged, quickly kicking off my pants, before lying down seductively on the bed, my legs an open invitation. “A quickie, D? Please? ... I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’ll do whatever you want. Just do me. ... Do me now.”

  And for the next ten or so minutes I did, she did, we did; while my mind went elsewhere, wondering if the skeletons in her closet were rattling, because Pandora’s box had just been breached.

  Lying beside her catching my breath, “What the hell just happened, Vic? ‘Daddy, do me.’ Where’d that come from?”

  “Now is not a good time. I’m sorry. Please, let’s not spoil the moment. Besides, don’t we have some place to be?”

  “We do. I’m not pressing you, but at some point we have to talk.”

  “I told you I’m flawed. Just think of me as damaged goods with an appetite and an attitude.”

  We dressed in silence. Thirty minutes later we were in the Tunnels of Moose Jaw listening to colorful characters in period costumes describe the history of the tunnels running back and forth under the city streets. Originally, they hid Chinese immigrants who worked in sweat shops above ground by day and slept in the tunnels at night. Then during the time of Prohibition, the tunnels were used to smuggle alcohol, among other things, to the states, mainly Chicago. Rum
or has it that Capone was a central player during that time, thus the Chicago connection.

  I broke the silence. “ Vic, it amazes me how far people will go to make money by spinning the rumor mill.”

  “Might I remind you, lawyers do that all the time, present company included.”

  Scratching my beard, I gave it a second thought, She just might be onto something. “Good point. Come on Vic, I’m hungry. There’s a great Chinese Restaurant nearby, so says Urbanspoon.”

  “Works for me, D. I just a ‘wong’ for da ride.”

  “Cute, girlfriend. Cute.”

  Chapter 19

  Tampa Bay

  Last night was a blur. So was this morning, as I woke abruptly from a fitful nights sleep. Joseph was here, though not physically. Thank God. His scent lingered on my skin, in my hair, everywhere. It’s not a bad scent mind you, just an unwelcome one at the moment. Girl, get your act together. You did what you had to do, nothing more, and nothing less. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t had his scent on you before. Two years later, mind you, he’s back in your life and you can either embrace him or reject him. The latter, until I am sure D is safe is not an option.

  A shower, that’s what I need, a long hot shower. Surely, I can think clearer without these awful sensory distractions overpowering my thoughts. Grabbing my iPad, I turned on the Sinatra channel, loud enough to be heard over the pulsating water. This is our music, D’s and mine, not to be shared with anyone, especially Joseph. Last night was surreal. Washing, scrubbing, cleansing every inch of my body, I longed to be clean again, to breathe again, me.

  Dressed in my work out clothes, I traipsed into the kitchen to make a black and green tea before a much-needed walk. This stuff is addictive. I have D to thank for that. If he were here now, I’d complain in person. Clank, drag, clank, drag came the sounds from somewhere down the hallway, announcing Giovanna was nearby, his crutches leading the way.