Brad walked to the door carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers and a bottle of wine. His roommate, who was stationed in France currently, suggested what kind of beverage for the occasion. The twenty-six-year-old was completely clueless, and didn’t want to appear that way, especially since he had no idea if Louise was apt with proper wines.
When she opened the door, he received a chaste kiss on the cheek from Louise before she accepted the wine and flowers. “Thank you, Brad.” Louise gushed, smelling the bouquet. “They’re gorgeous.” she paused while he removed his shoes. “I’ll put the wine in the fridge and put these in some water.” Louise gestured to the living room on her left. “Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks.” he said, taking a seat on the plush brown couch. “It smells great in here. What are you cooking?”
“My specialty,” she giggled. “And the only thing I know how to cook…Shepherd’s Pie.”
Creeping up behind her, Brad snaked his arms around Louise’s middle. “Well, if it tastes as good as it smells you’re golden.”
Louise was cutting the stems of the flowers into the metal sink with a pair of scissors. Startled by his spontaneous show of affection, she shrieked softly. “Brad, you scared me.” she commented good-naturedly.
He chuckled into her ear from behind. “Probably not a great idea when you’re holding a sharp object.”
Laughing and blushing, she set them down and turned to face him. They hadn’t yet shared a kiss except for the one he gave her on the cheek before she left on their first date. Nervous, she opted to embrace him, partly for fear that his touch would force them to burn dinner, and partly because she had no idea if she was any good at kissing after such a long time.
Drinking in her body against his, Brad held her close, rubbing her back tenderly. She was wearing a delicate perfume that made him want more than a hug, but he controlled himself, not wanting to push. Kissing her on the cheek, he let her go and placed the wine in the fridge. “Do you need a hand with anything?”
“No, not really. I did everything before you got here, it’s just baking in the oven.” Louise said. “Did you want a glass of wine now, or would you rather wait until dinner?”
Sensing Louise’s nerves, Brad decided a glass of wine would be relaxing for them both. “I could go for some wine if you’re having some.”
“Sounds good.” Louise pulled two flutes out of an overhead cupboard as Brad sat on a kitchen chair. Setting them down on the table, Louise retrieved the bottle of wine from the refrigerator, while Brad rose and hunted for the corkscrew. “Bottom drawer,” she instructed, peeling off the foil at the neck of the bottle.
Coming from behind, he once again snaked his arms around her, placing the corkscrew on top of the bottle while his arms were still wrapped around Louise’s body. As he pushed the contraption inside the soft cork material, she could feel his tight muscles hug her. Screwing down, he kissed her neck softly, sending a wave of sensation through her body. The cork made a puckering noise when Brad pulled the metal arms of the corkscrew up, which Louise was thankful for, since a tiny moan came from her throat.
His hand flattened on her belly as he poured the wine into the glasses. Brad stepped back slightly, allowing her to turn to face him, as he made a toast. “To us. And many more Valentine’s Days together.” he said simply.
“Cheers,” she said, clinking her glass with his. They both drank a mouthful slowly, watching each other. Louise observed his sexy Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down and his twinkling eyes as they drank her in. “That’s really nice wine.” she commented.
“I have to confess. My roommate suggested the brand.” Brad admitted. “I hope you’re no wine connoisseur because if you are, I’m sunk.”
“I’m not.” Louise said, already feeling the relaxing effect of the bubbly beverage. “It tastes really good.”
He wanted to take her hand, kiss it, and comment that she tasted better, but thought it would be a cheesy line and would put her off, so he simply smiled instead. “Why don’t you give me a tour while we wait for dinner?”
“That’s a great idea,” she said, placing her wine on the counter and peering at the stove timer, “We’ve got some time until dinner is ready.”
“After you.” he said, gesturing for her to go ahead of him.
He watched her rear end as she walked away, and he grasped her hand just before it was out of reach, holding it as he was led into the living room. “I think you’ve seen this already,” she commented. Brad observed the small room, complete with couch, end chair and loveseat with round coffee table, all arranged in a conversational cluster in front of the entertainment center.
The small television set was in the middle of the standing unit, and to the left, on the same wall was a glass-enclosed curio cabinet. Brad walked over and observed pictures of what he assumed were Louise as an infant, Meryl, and an unknown male. “Is this your father?”
She nodded and then pointed to another picture on a separate tier; it was Louise in a cap and gown, wearing the same glasses she had up until two days ago. “Wow, you look so different.” Brad commented, noticing she had much longer hair, pooled in front of her. A long fringe was teased, pointing north, creating an image one could only describe as peacock-like.
“I was stuck in the eighties even in the nineties and later.” Louise giggled. “You don’t have to look at that.”
Brad sensed her embarrassment. “Trust me, my graduation picture is not much better. You can’t see me for all the pimples.”
“I had those, too, but mom ordered them airbrushed.” Louise commented.
“I missed the check box on the form.” Brad said, feeling his cheeks heat. “I’ll be sure to keep those photos locked away.”
Louise glanced at Brad, and wondered how such a beautiful man could think he was so unattractive, even years ago. There was no sign of any scarring from adolescence, in fact, his skin was more flawless than hers. Dreamy eyes looked back at her as he peered down at her lips for just a second. She felt her body warm at his glance. Such a small, inconspicuous look, but it was a gesture that made her feel sexy; he wanted her and she could tell just by the look in his eyes.
Feeling her eyes hood as she reciprocated, indulging in a peek at his sexy, full lips, Louise felt a pull deep in her belly. Writing it off as the wine, she invited him to take a tour of the upper floor. Taking her hand in hers, he followed her as she climbed the stairs. The hardwood on the second floor was highly polished in a dark finish. Louise’s room was the first on the right. Nervous, she led the way into her quarters.
“It hasn’t changed much since I was a little girl.” she admitted, raising her hand to point out her balloon-style drapes, bubble-gum pink wallpaper, and large, fluffy pink rug underfoot. In the center of her room, flanking the main wall, was a four poster bed. “It was a seven-year-old’s dream, but at twenty-six, it’s not much for having grown-up guests.”
“At least you don’t have pink chiffon panels wrapped around the posts.” Brad ventured, noticing that the bedposts were barren of adornment. “But don’t feel bad…I still have my Spider Man bed sheets.” he paused, lifting his hand, “They’re not on the bed anymore but I still use them as spares.”
Blushing, Louise took a step towards her bed and lifted the duvet cover. “Well, that is one way I have grown up.” she said, pulling his hand toward the sleek looking bedclothes. Louise ran his hand down the silk sheets and let go, observing the change in his expression.
“Very nice.” he said a little too softly. Picturing her in matching sexy silk pajamas, he searched her face. “I bet they’re quite something to sleep in.”
“I can’t complain.” Louise whispered, feeling the warmth from his body, as he stood in her personal space. A million confusing thoughts ran through her mind. She knew she was deeply attracted to Brad, but she didn’t want to ruin any chance they had at something more than sexual by doing what her hormones were telling her to do. If she kissed him like she desperately wanted to, she was afraid it would lead to something much, much more. She needed to get out of her bedroom. “I should go check on dinner. You didn’t want to see my mother’s room or the bathroom, did you?”
“No, that’s okay.” Brad said politely, sensing her apprehension. “I wouldn’t mind a little more wine, either.” He took her hand in his tenderly as they walked downstairs.
His patience and manners was making it all the more difficult for Louise to remain in control; all those attributes were huge turn-ons for her. The sexy, needy tone in his voice when he spoke, the warm eyes and gentle touch, his Adam’s Apple as he swallowed when he was nervous; all that and more was making Louise weak in the knees.
When he stroked the inside of her hand as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Louise felt her insides convulse. How would she refrain from doing what she so badly wanted to do to him? How could she make it without ruining any potential relationship she could have with him…she doubted her chances of making it through dinner without pouncing on him. Brad, thankfully, was an old-fashioned kind of guy. Any other type, and the knowledge of being alone in a house for the night would have thrown him over the edge; this Louise knew, but that knowledge added to the mounting turn-ons that Brad exuded to her.
Before she knew it, they were finishing the wine, collecting the dinner plates to load into the dishwasher, and sitting on the couch together to watch a movie. Brad was a complete gentleman and was clearly letting her steer the course of the evening. Despite the wine, her hormones, and the deep-seated, long-overdue female needs within, Louise’s nerves seemed to take over when they sat and enjoyed the movie together, alone.
Snuggling together while watching a romantic comedy, Louise let herself relax, while moulding into Brad’s body. He wrapped his arm around her, gently rubbing her back intermittently, creating just enough touch to keep her feelings at bay. At a tender moment in the movie, she felt his lips meet her forehead, kissing her softly. Looking up at him, Louise pushed up with her hands so she could meet his eyes. Brushing her face with his hand, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.
Closing her eyes, she felt his touch down to her toes. He inched further away, as if looking for permission; and Louise opened her eyes, intentionally glancing at his lips. Cupping his face in her hands, she lifted herself right up, unable to contain herself, and straddled him on the couch. His warm hands embraced her waist as the next kiss grew deeper, enveloping her lips.
Brad’s head turned to the side as he opened his mouth, and the kiss became voracious; their tongues met as a groan of pleasure came from Louise’s throat. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her close. Her arms crossed at the back of his neck as she ran her hands through his soft curls. His breathing became laboured as she could feel his hands meet her behind.
As both of their spectacles began to clink together, Louise lifted her head, removing hers and placed them on the side table. Taking Brad’s off his face, she carefully laid them next to hers. Stroking the sides of his face she watched his eyes close, taking in the satisfaction he received from her touch, and it was all she could do not to rip his clothes off at that moment.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Louise.” Brad said. His voice was hoarse with need. “I…I really think I’m falling in love with you.” His words were soft and sincere as he grazed his thumbs down her back.
“I feel the same.” Louise whispered as she pulled her shirt over her head, giving in to her carnal needs. “I feel like we’ve known each other for a hundred years.”
Looking deeply into her eyes, Brad raked his hands in her hair and kissed her with his mouth wide open, reaching the far ends of her mouth with his tongue. Her hands found the bottom of his shirt as she pulled it out. He quickly broke contact with her lips and removed his shirt so they were skin to skin. “God, your skin is so silky, Louise.” He breathed, feeling her naked belly against his.
Running her hands up his chest, she marvelled in his muscular mounds. His nipples were as erect as hers and she couldn’t help but caress them. Brad reached downward and forced her bottom into his hardness in response. She moaned with pleasure into his mouth. His hands then moved up, skating across her belly and towards her breasts. Cupping them he felt her breathe inward as her nipples puckered from his touch. Reaching backward, Louise unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor.
Kissing her deeply, Brad placed his warm, wanting hands onto her breasts and began kneading them gently. Placing a hand on her back for support, he lifted her slightly and angled himself on the couch so she could lean backward for better access, as he kissed her tender skin, and licked and sucked her nipples, sending her head rearing back. Kissing her neck as he pulled her closer to him, Louise angled sideways, feeling his lips and tongue against her ear before he found her lips again.
Kissing her hungrily, Brad lifted her, guiding her leg over to the side, and he lowered her onto the couch, slowly leaning down on her body. Using his hands for support, Brad kissed her again deeply and then moved south to her neck and then her breasts. Reaching downward, Louise found his fly and unzipped it slowly, being careful not to catch his delicate, yet hard, awaiting skin underneath. The head was poking up above his briefs, and she gently forced her hand inside to feel his generous length.
Moaning against her mouth, Brad lifted himself up, giving her better access, and breathed heavily as he continued his oral assault against her lips. She could feel his hardness pulsing from her touch as she gently pumped upwards and then down, and Brad’s pelvis moved with her hand, showing her that he wanted more, which sent Louise’s hormones reeling.
“Do you have protection?” she asked, wondering if that was an appropriate question, despite the fact that it was clear where the evening was headed.
“My mom raised me right,” Brad panted, “I always carry one in my wallet.” he checked himself. “I do put a fresh one in there for these situations.”
“Good.” she smiled, and she watched his face as she lowered his pants. His expression was longing, needy, and so sexy she couldn’t stand it. As his chest rose and fell quickly, she spoke. “Undo my pants.” And then something came out of her mouth that made her feel possessed. “I want you in me…now.”
“Your wish is my command.” Brad said with so much conviction Louise immediately kissed him, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth. Sliding his pants off carefully while atop her, Brad skated his lips and tongue down her neck as he continued south, kissing her breasts, and licking them seductively. Her back arched against his touch as she played with his moist tip using the hand that could still reach it. As he moved down, his hands slowly slid her pants off, kissing her inch by inch until he reached her toes. Coming back towards her head, Brad had no intention of skipping over her most sensitive part. Kissing the inside of her thighs, Louise squirmed. Brad cupped her behind in his hands, sending delicious shivers down her spine. Reaching the apex, he first kissed her glossy skin, and then sucked, causing her to groan with need.
Plunging his tongue inside her and then outwards to her sensitive nub, Louise’s back arched as she panted passionately. He watched her erect nipples lift and then lower as he licked her first slowly, and then picked up speed. Grasping the couch cushions, Louise’s breathing was ragged, and she could feel herself climbing. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years, and it was so thrilling, she didn’t hold back. Brad smiled as he continued pleasuring her; clearly she was a passionate lover, and he found it very liberating.
As he felt her backside muscles go rigid, he knew she was close, and he gently inserted a finger. Picking up more speed, Brad moved with her thighs as she writhed, with pleasure mounting, when suddenly she mewled and let out a cry, arching her back so far upward Brad wondered if it would break in half. Her insides trembled rhythmically as she panted and, crying out loudly, absorbed the wonderful sensation she felt all over.
Listening to the sexual sounds emitted from her caused Brad to feel empowered, and hopelessly amorous. His manliness was pulsing and was hard as a rock. Reaching over, he pulled his leather wallet out of his pants, and removed the foil packet, placing it between his teeth. The packet slithered along her skin, tickling her in its wake, as he brought it up and released it in between her breasts. Kissing her sensitive skin post-orgasm sent shivers down her body, and Brad giggled as her skin goose-pimpled and she shuddered.
“That was amazing.” she complimented. “God, you’re so good at that.” Louise swallowed, throwing her arm over her eyes as her breathing calmed.
He kissed the fleshy skin on her breast. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Louise felt what she assumed was an involuntary nudge from below Brad’s waist and giggled. “Oh, I guess we’re not finished yet, are we?”
Sliding his hands under her, he embraced her tenderly. “If you feel pressured, that’s all there has to be.” he said softly, with round, sincere eyes.
Louise smiled, cupping his face in her hands. “Oh, no.” her tone was deliberate. “If you recall, I said I wanted you in me.”
Pushing the foil packet towards her with his nose, Brad said. “Well, in that case.”
She opened the packet as he rose. Watching him bent over top of her; his finely toned muscles, ripped abdominals, and his generous length, it sent her to a new level of arousal. Louise rolled the condom on as Brad watched her eyes, and then he began kissing her voraciously, desperately, as she wrapped her legs around him.
Observing her eyes intently, he slowly filled her; lowering his head as if in surrender, he began moving. “Oh, Jesus, Louise.” he breathed through clenched teeth. His needy sounds were so enthralling and such a turn-on. Brad was as passionate in bed as she. As he moved in deeply and then slowly out again, she begged him to go faster. “I want you to feel every inch of me.” he insisted.
“I feel it baby.” Louise said, hearing the sensual tone in her voice. “I’m so ready for you.”
“Are you sure you want to make love on the couch?” Brad asked, pumping into her gently, and glancing at her so deeply it made her want to kiss him desperately. “Would you be more comfortable in your bed?”
Picturing an everlasting image of Brad making love to her in her bed, Louise suddenly wanted nothing more than to always remember their first time, and she relented. “Well, if you don’t mind it in a bedroom fit for a child.”
“As long as it’s you I’m in bed with, that’s all that matters.” Brad said, lifting up. They did not break their intimate bond; Brad held her bottom against him and with his manly strength, lifted her up the stairs, kissing her tenderly with each step.
Reaching her bedroom, Brad closed the door and lowered her onto the bed. “Now, where were we…” he said rhetorically as he kissed her like it was their last kiss.
Admittedly, the bed was more comfortable. Louise parted her knees further as his generous length pumped in and out of her, when suddenly he lifted her legs with his arms, allowing his most sensitive part to enter her fully. She cried out as the overwhelming sensation overtook her. Brad’s mouth opened in a wide ‘o’ shape as a wave of pleasure washed over him. “Oh, Louise…you’re so wet.” He hissed.
“Hmmm…you’re so hard…and deep.” She panted as he sped up. “Don’t stop.”
Slowing for a moment and then picking up speed, Brad could feel himself climbing as Louise’s muscles clenched around him from inside. Grasping his rear, Louise forced him in further and he lost control, as they both climaxed together. Brad’s jaw muscles tightened as his teeth clenched, and then he exhaled, making a hissing sound as he found his release. Louise’s nails dug into his backside as she bit her lip, wanting to hear his sexual noises, and not have her own drown them out.
Brad released her legs and lay on top of her, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. “God, Louise. That was unbelievable.” he breathed.
“Likewise.” she whispered, running her hands through his curly, and now sweaty, locks.
Lifting his head up, Brad cupped her face in his hands, kissing her tenderly. “You are so sexy.” he kissed her again. “I’m so in love with you.”
“I love you, too, Brad.” then Louise added. “My mom was right; life is much better when you have someone special to share it with. I wonder if she’s as happy right now as I am.”