“So this is Nick’s brother Chris?” Liza asked her mother, Carol, over the phone.
“Yes, you remember Chris, right? He’s a year older than Nick.”
“I haven’t seen either of them since high school. It’s been seven years. Nick wasn’t even in my class.” Liza paused. “Remind me again, why do I have to do this?”
“Because Stella, their mother, is a domineering, relentless woman…who just happens to be in my church committee,” Carol explained. “Liza, please do this for me? It’s just for lunch, I promise. The woman won’t get off my back and I’ve already said no to her holding the fundraiser at our house. Daddy wouldn’t speak to me for a month after the last one.”
Liza laughed. “Why, what happened?”
“Let’s just say someone spiked the punch,” Carol said flatly.
“You’re kidding!” Liza reeled. “And I missed that!”
“We didn’t replace the carpeting by the entrance for kicks.”
“Oh no!” Liza groaned. “Dad must have been pissed!”
Carol gasped, “Your language, young lady!”
“Sorry.”
“Okay.” Carol changed the subject. “So, Daddy and I will be back in four weeks. Can you stop by and water the plants?”
“Sure, mom. I already told you I would.”
“And you’ll meet up with Chris for lunch tomorrow?”
“I will, but if he’s a dog I’m outta there.”
Liza could hear Carol’s foot tapping as she paused. “Sorry. Yes, I’ll make nice…for you.”
“It won’t be all that bad, Liza. You haven’t dated in a long time. You never know, maybe you’ll hit it off.”
“I doubt that,” she grumbled. “Any man who has to get set up by his mommy, and on a bribe no less, is no prince to me.”
***
Liza straightened her knee-length skirt and smoothed her blouse, making sure she was not showing too much cleavage. Her mid-length hair was tied up in a knot with a few stray brown curls hanging down her face. When she arrived at the hostess’ podium, she was gestured to where Chris was sitting. Thankful she wore a skirt and not the pantsuit Carol suggested, Liza followed the hostess to the table.
Chris rose and offered Liza his hand. “So happy to finally meet you,” he smiled. His teeth were almost perfect and he had all his hair. This is good.
“Likewise,” Liza returned, sitting down in front of him.
“I want to apologize,” he said, “for my mother’s behaviour.”
Liza played dumb. “What do you mean?”
“I know my mother can be a pill and I pity your mother for having to put up with her,” he explained. Liza watched his gleaming blue eyes as he spoke. “She’s just dying to marry me off and she’ll go to whatever lengths she can.”
“Sounds like my mother,” she said, taking a menu from the waitress.
“She’s run out of colleagues’ kids to match with me, now she’s on to the church,” he scoffed. “My brother finally found himself a girlfriend…no thanks to my mother, of course.” Chris crossed his eyes. “Lucky bastard.” Liza laughed, and Chris nodded toward her and smiled. “So, do you date much?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I know this is going to sound fluffy, but I believe what’s meant to be is meant to be. I’ll meet someone when it’s the right time.”
“That doesn’t sound fluffy at all. I feel the same way.”
They scanned the menus in silence for a moment. “You hungry?” he asked.
“Famished,” she answered. “This chicken salad looks delicious.”
“Shall I order two? With a glass of wine? Or do you prefer something else?”
“I don’t really drink.” Liza blushed.
“Neither do I.” After the waitress took the orders, Chris turned to Liza. “So what was your last date like?” He folded his hands together and she looked at his well-manicured fingers.
Liza answered, “Boring. So far you’re fairing much better than he did.”
“Excellent.” He smiled. “My last date mumbled to herself. It was annoying. I couldn’t tell who she was talking to.” He chuckled. “After a while I just let her keep talking. It was quite entertaining…the conversation she had with herself was enlightening.”
“Really?” Liza half laughed. “You poor thing!” She patted his hand. His cheeks coloured slightly.
“It wasn’t so bad. She was sweet.” Chris grinned. “It could have been worse.”
The food arrived and he gestured her to eat. “You’re right, this does look delicious.”
When the meal was over, he asked if she would like to take a walk downtown. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, so she obliged. As they walked, he took her hand. “I hope I’m not being too forward,” he said.
“Not at all,” she answered, enjoying the warmth and his finger stroking the inside of her palm.
“I really like you, Liza,” he said as they approached a small, empty seating area. “I hope we can do this again.”
“I’d like that,” she said, and his lips were suddenly on hers. At first she recoiled, but then she relaxed from his gentle touch. He didn’t use tongue; just a simple, chaste kiss.
“You smell wonderful,” he breathed. “Like flowers in a meadow.”
“Thank you,” she said, feeling awkward talking while kissing. Liza felt a mixture of reluctance and longing; a strange blend of physical need together with years of ingrained repression. His hands found her waist and he embraced her tenderly. When their bodies finally met, he looked at Liza softly and turned his head, opening his mouth. The gush of warm, wet sensation was incredible. There was a pull in her gut that travelled down to her toes. She wanted to grab his hair, but was afraid to.
“You want to get out of here?” he asked, lifting his lips off hers.
She pulled back and craned her neck. “And go where?”
“There’s a hotel about six blocks from here,” he answered. “I could fuck you and have you back to the office in thirty minutes.”
She abruptly released him. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” He was aghast.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t do that kind of thing.”
“You don’t have casual sex? Ever?” he asked as if it was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.
“No,” she answered flatly.
“Well aren’t you a tease,” he murmured, adjusting his pants. “Fine. I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Never mind. I can find my own way.” She walked away.
He caught up and reached for her arm. “Hey, I’m sorry. This was a misunderstanding. No hard feelings?” He made a steeple with his fingers, like he was praying. “Please keep this between us?”
Liza glanced at the tent in his pants. “Well I don’t have any hard feelings, but I can’t say the same for you,” she scoffed. “Don’t worry, your mommy won’t find out that her son’s a pervert.”
***
“Good morning, Lola.” Liza walked by the pharmacy on the main floor of the medical office building where she worked. Her friend Lola waved back and winked as she served a customer.
Liza opened the door at Carl Jenkins Accounting and set her purse on the desk. Marsha, the cleaning lady, had tacked a smiley-faced note to a bottle of Hungarian wine on the desk for Liza. When she sat down and fired up the computer, Mr. Jenkins came out of his office. “Hi, Liza. I didn’t hear you come in.” His eyes were warm and he looked well rested. “Did you have a good weekend?”
Liza nodded. “You?”
“Can’t complain.” He handed her a large, bulging file. “Hang on to this for me? My desk is a mess and Dr. Abernathy should be here any minute.” Liza took the file and placed it beside her purse. He winked and headed back into his office.
The phone rang and when she picked it up, it was the same annoying fax machine that called at least three times a day. She hung up and noticed a figure entering the front door.
“Good morning.” He smiled. His smoky blue eyes crinkled at the sides.
“Good morning, Dr. Abernathy. Mr. Jenkins will see you shortly. Have a seat.” She gestured to the warm leather armchair in the waiting area. “Coffee?” she offered, rising and removing her headset.
“Sure. Did you get my year end trial balance? I had Esther email it yesterday.” He placed his briefcase on the floor. As he sat on the chair, he removed the cellphone from his suit jacket pocket and began keying something into the keypad.
“Yes. Mr. Jenkins had a look at it already.” She emptied the sediment from the coffee pot and added fresh water to it.
Dr. Abernathy watched her from behind his phone. The long pencil skirt she was wearing cradled her behind nicely while revealing her calves as she bent down to get a coffee filter from the cupboard below.
“Free for lunch?” he asked, placing his phone back in his pocket.
As she opened the cupboard above to get a mug, she answered, “As I’ve said before, no. I don’t date clients.” Liza peeked at him from behind the kitchenette with a warm smile. He winked. The coffee smelled delicious as she poured it into the mug. She rubbed at the nagging pain in her neck and opened the mini fridge below, taking fresh coffee creamer from the shelf in the door.
Dr. Abernathy was silent as he waited for his coffee. When she brought it to him he smiled brightly. “Thank you, Ms. Waters. You look particularly lovely today.”
“You’re welcome.” She beamed. “I’ll let Mr. Jenkins know you’re here.”
“No rush.” He took a sip. “You should really get that neck checked.”
His stare was intense as she walked back to her desk. His glances were subtle yet dignified; like he was admiring a sculpture rather than picturing her naked.
Mr. Jenkins’ office door opened and as he walked past, he handed Liza the file from his last client. “Ah, Randall, come on in.” He gestured towards his office. Dr. Abernathy rose and walked towards Liza, carrying his briefcase and mug. “Wonderful coffee.” He winked.
“You leaving shortly?” Mr. Jenkins asked Liza as Dr. Abernathy passed him.
“Um, yes…my doctor’s appointment is at three,” she said, looking at her watch.
“See you Monday then.”
***
Later that evening, Liza arrived home to find a party going on. “Liza!” Brenda yelled as Liza walked through the door. The condo was full of women screaming and laughing hysterically. Brenda staggered over to Liza from her chair, grabbing a beer from the console table on her way.
Brenda saw the stunned look on Liza’s face. “Did you forget? I have my Potions and Passions party tonight.” Brenda was flushed and her blouse was undone, revealing her black bra underneath. “Come on in. I saved you a seat!” She handed Liza the beer.
When Liza entered the living room, a large black dildo was being passed around. Some of the faces she recognized, except for the lady who was next to examine the dildo. Her face turned beet red as she flipped the switch and watched it spin around slowly at first, then faster, then at lightning speed. She almost dropped it on the ground, grasping at her belly in hysterics.
“Oh, Wanda! I bet Marvin’s cock doesn’t do that!” Brenda yelled. Wanda lifted her head just long enough to shake her head, and then the woman next to her picked the dildo up and turned it on the high setting, putting Wanda back into hysterics.
Brenda nudged Liza. “Drink. You have to get caught up. I’m on my third.” She clinked Liza’s bottle with hers and took a long sip.
After the day Liza had she didn’t hesitate; she downed half the bottle immediately. The beer eased down her throat and hit her stomach with a cold, refreshing thud. As she put the half empty bottle down, she was passed a tray of green Jell-o shooters.
“They’re lime; your favourite,” Brenda yelled. “Drink.” Liza took a small container from the tray and squeezed it, letting the slimy yet sweet mixture slide down her throat. Instantly she felt relaxed as the beer and shot took effect.
Next was a set of nipple clamps being passed around. When it was Liza’s turn to examine them, she followed suit and undid her blouse, attaching the nipple clamps through her bra. An alluring sensation was sent through her nipples and breasts down to her crotch, making her moan softly. The girls responded by howling loudly.
“I’ll take a set of these,” Liza said to Brenda.
Her mouth popped open in shock. “You?” Liza nodded, taking another sip of beer.
“And what are you gonna use them for? Have you changed your ways, Ms. Waters?”
Liza closed her eyes and pushed her hair off her shoulder. “Maybe.”
Brenda was impressed. “Good for you. It’s about time you ditched your whole ‘I’m waiting for Mr. Perfect’ ridiculousness.” She patted Liza on the back. “Enjoy life girl! Get laid!”
Jenna, Brenda’s sister who was sitting beside her, said, “I could hook you up.”
Brenda cackled. “Trust me, Liza doesn’t need to be hooked up.”
Jenna gave Liza an evaluating glance that made her uncomfortable. The next item landed on Liza’s lap: a vibrator that resembled a rabbit. Its head swiveled as the ears pulsed rapidly. The body of the rabbit pulsed as well. Brenda leaned toward Liza and pushed a button on the bottom, which made the rabbit vibrate at a constant rate, sending shivers up Liza’s spine.
“I’ll take one of these too,” Liza laughed. Some of the girls laughed too, and a couple nodded emphatically.
“You can have all my demos if you want, girl.” Brenda beamed, clinking Liza’s beer bottle. “Come. Give me a hand in the kitchen.”
Liza followed her, noticing a gentle buzz from the alcohol. “How’d the doctor’s go?” Brenda asked, handing Liza a tray of vegetables and dip. “It wasn’t ‘doctor quacks a lot’ was it?” Liza was diagnosed last year with the flesh eating disease by an under qualified doctor, when in fact all she had was psoriasis.
“No. I told you I changed doctors. This one’s pretty good.”
Brenda looked at Liza, unconvinced. “Well, what did he say? What’s with the headaches?”
“It’s nothing that won’t go away in a few weeks,” she shouted over the laughter. Brenda shrugged and picked up a bowl of chips and another of pretzels.
“Follow me back into the herd. We’re doing lingerie next.”
They placed the food on the console table and took a seat as an exotic-looking teddy was being passed around. When it arrived in Liza’s lap, Brenda yelled, “Who wants to model it?” Everyone squealed, but Liza rose with the item. “Where are you going?” Brenda laughed.
“To model it,” Liza yelled, draping it over her arm and swaying her hips.
“Alright then!” Brenda barked, sending another piece of lingerie down the assembly line.
Liza closed her bedroom door and began removing her blouse. When she unzipped her skirt, Brenda walked in. “You don’t have to model it. I was just kidding.”
“I know. I just thought it’d be fun.” Liza removed her skirt.
Brenda closed the door. “Are you okay? You’re not acting like yourself.”
“I’m totally drunk. But to hell with it, life’s too short you know?”
Liza’s skirt dropped to the floor and she undid her bra. As her breasts popped out of the bra, Brenda closed her eyes and turned her head. “Would you like some privacy?”
“It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”
She removed the rest of her clothes and slid into the teddy, which was a bit too small. Her breasts were bulging, but it fit her rear end perfectly. The thong hugged her buttocks nicely and as she stood and looked at herself lengthwise in the mirror, she sighed, “Time to put this baby to work.”
Brenda opened her eyes and joined Liza by the mirror. “You really are beautiful, Liza. Look at you.” She took a lock of Liza’s long brown hair and draped it over her shoulder. “Hell, I’m not even gay and I’ve got a boner.” They laughed and Brenda hugged Liza. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. “Shit, that’s Tara. Her brother Ethan’s dropping her off. Stay in here, okay?”
“The cop?” Liza whispered. “I should answer the door,” she blurted, trying not to laugh.
“Liza, you’re drunk. I can’t let you do that.” Brenda opened the bedroom door. When she left, Liza stuck her head out. Tara’s brother was standing at the door and the girls were inviting him to come in; either because he was exceptionally good-looking or because they were all horned up from the party. Either way, Liza decided to join in on the fun.
They were removing his jacket and handing him a beer in a mock strip tease. Brenda went over to the stereo and turned up the volume. Ethan was being a good sport about it, and he began to dance, laughing with them. They began clapping and encouraging him to take his clothes off and just as he turned around to pretend he was going to strip, Liza entered. His mouth dropped open. Liza met Ethan briefly at one of Tara’s Potions and Passions parties. “Liza?” he yelled over the noise. She nodded, suddenly a little bashful. “Wow,” he mouthed, looking her up and down.
“Take it off! Take it off!” One of the girls yelled to Ethan, but his eyes were on Liza.
As she stood in the white and red laced teddy, Liza came closer to him and his eyes nearly bulged out. Liza looked at Brenda. “I’ll take one of these too.”
She laughed, “Ethan or the teddy?”
“Both if they’re available.”
Ethan’s eyes were wide. “Geez, this was well worth the trip.”
Tara walked to Ethan. “Okay little brother, it’s time to say bye-bye to the nice naked lady.” He smiled at Liza, then winked, mouthing “beautiful” as Tara walked him out.
When the door closed, Brenda high fived Liza. “You got the goods girl!”
A few whistled and shouted “Woohoo!” and then Brenda said, “Okay, go throw something on over that. I mean, you’ve got a great body and all, but you’re ruining my sales!”
***
The next day Liza woke up with the urgent need to use the bathroom. As she walked past Brenda’s room she saw Tara sleeping in the chaise next to Brenda. The teddy was still on underneath Liza’s robe and as she brushed her teeth and freshened up, she realized just how comfortable it was.
The condo was a disaster. Brenda was a great hostess, but a terrible housekeeper. Liza started picking up streamers and empty beer bottles. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Fastening her robe tighter, she walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. Shit! It’s Ethan! Liza peered over towards Brenda’s room and there was no movement. I have to answer it. She rolled her eyes, remembering the spectacle the previous night.
Ethan was standing on the other side of the door, fresh as a daisy. “Good morning,” he said as if he was about to tip his hat.
“Good morning. Tara’s still asleep. Did you want to come in?”
He entered and began to remove his shoes, but Liza stopped him. “Leave them on. The place is a mess.”
Glancing at the mess, he shook his head. “Geez. You want a hand? Brenda sure knows how to throw a party.”
“Sure, if you want. How about some coffee?”
“Sounds great. Have you got any garbage bags?” He followed her into the kitchen.
Bending to open the cupboard below the sink, the tie on Liza’s robe came apart and, unbeknownst to her, the robe opened slightly when she stood up again. She took a garbage bag out of the cardboard box and handed it to him. He didn’t take it right away and she furrowed her brows. His eyes stared deeply into hers and his hands went towards her.
“Your um…your robe is open,” he whispered, gently trying to tie it back up without looking down. His touch radiated through her body and she froze. Taking a step closer, he looped the tie over, looking down. When he finished, he gently placed his hands on her waist and looked at her. “That’s better.”
Ethan’s hair was damp from a recent shower and his close shave revealed a baby soft face. He had deep green, penetrating eyes and his hands were so warm that Liza could feel herself dampening from his touch. She inhaled and his scent traveled deep into her lungs, sending a response she’d never felt before. He watched Liza’s eyes reach his lips and took it as a signal to kiss her. His lips parted and he leaned forward, touching her lips gently at first. Then he tilted his head and caressed her tongue with his.
Liza grabbed a handful of his soft, full hair in each hand, wondering why she’d waited so long to feel this pleasure. His hands moved down to her robe and he loosened the ties, placing his warm, large hands on either side of her waist, working his way to the skin revealed along her hips. Liza ran her hand down his neck and he kissed deeper, softly moaning as his tongue and hers danced together. As she kissed and nipped down the length of his neck, Ethan mouthed, “Oh God.” She lifted her head to see that Brenda and Tara were still asleep.
“Bedroom,” she whispered, and he gently lifted her by the waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they kissed deeply all the way into the bedroom. His hardness pressed against her body as he carried her to the bed, freeing her for a moment to close the door. He removed his shirt and Liza rubbed his soft yet tough pectoral muscles.
“Oh god, Liza,” he breathed as she kissed and sucked his nipples. Ethan removed her robe and it puddled on the floor. His hands immediately caressed her ass and he drew her closer to him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck, forcing her eyes closed with pleasure.
His lips were warm and soft and his touch was gentle but firm. She moaned and could feel him smile against her neck. “You like that,” he said. He found the straps on her teddy and pulled them down gently, kissing her shoulders, then her chest, not yet revealing her breasts. Liza reached down and unzipped his pants, forcing her hand inside. To her surprise, he was very large…and underwear-less. His cock reached his navel and was poking up out of his pants.
She pushed his pants down and he climbed out of them one leg at a time. He was standing there naked and she looked down, admiring his size. When she looked into his eyes, he ran a finger along her chin and looked at her lips, kissing her deeply. Liza craved his touch. She’d never wanted anyone so badly before. She quickly removed the teddy and he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her skin against his as he laid her down on the bed.
Laying on her, he reached for the blankets hanging on the bottom of the bed and draped them over their hot, naked bodies. No movement was heard from Brenda’s room, so he began kissing and sucking Liza’s breasts and nipples. She arched her back, wanting him more, so he sucked harder and licked faster. His cock jerked each time she moaned and soon he was sliding inside her with more ease than she thought possible. He was slow at first, but then his pumping gained speed. As she listened to the bed squeak slightly, she could see his chest heaving.
He inched up a little, hitting his throbbing cock on a spot that made her gasp and grab hold of the sheets. “Oh Liza, you’re so wet,” he breathed, and then he moaned and moved faster, kissing her longingly. She wrapped her legs around him and he stretched his arms so his back was arched upward and he was deep inside her, slowing his pace.
The pleasure was so intense Liza closed her eyes and arched her back further, feeling his entire cock inside. “God, you’re so hard” she said, wanting to say something naughtier, but unsure what.
He spread her legs wide with his hands and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Kneeling on the bed, he began to move quickly, making the bed squeak loudly. Their skin was touching, making a slapping noise. Liza felt a strange, but glorious sensation inside and begged him not to stop. His pace quickened and his eyes closed. Suddenly there was a huge rush of pleasure that ran between her legs all the way down to her toes, which made her moan uncontrollably. Liza looked at Ethan, his mouth open wide as he moaned, “Oh God, Liza! Oh God…Oh!” His eyes shut tight and the veins in his neck bulged. Liza felt a gush of wet, so wet it was unimaginable.
Ethan lay on her; their hearts beating fast. She could feel his cock jerking inside. He released her knees, slipped his hands under her back and held her in a tender embrace that she reciprocated. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her chastely on the neck. Their hearts slowed to a normal rate and then he leaned on his elbows and looked at her.
“That was amazing, Liza.” He kissed her lightly on the lips and looked deep into her eyes. He turned his head toward the door and smiled. “I hope they didn’t hear us.”
Liza laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve heard Brenda a hundred times.”
“Yeah, but Tara knows I’m here.” He smiled. “Ah, what does it matter anyway? It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
She thought for a moment. “Nah. Not really. It’ll make for interesting breakfast conversation.”
Ethan laughed softly and kissed her on the chest. “You want to go out for breakfast?” he asked, moving onto his side.
“Sure. Brenda and Tara will probably want to come if they’re up. Is that alright?”
“I don’t hear any movement. Maybe we can slip out unnoticed…” he said in between kisses.
“Or,” she said, kissing him harder, “we can hide here all day.”
“Mmmm…” he murmured. “Do you have any…um…fantasies?” He continued kissing her as she thought.
“Hmmm…fantasies? Well, I just did one of them…”
His brows furrowed. “Really? Which part was the fantasy?”
Her face turned red. He doesn’t have a clue.
“What?” He lifted her chin so her eyes met his. “What is it?”
“Um…” She chuckled softly. “This was my first time.”
His eyes went wide. “Really?”
She nodded.
“But there was no…resistance,” he observed. “And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t painful.”
She shook her head. “Nope. Definitely not painful. Definitely not.”
He smiled shyly. “I’ve never been anyone’s first before. I feel like I should have worn a tux or something.” She laughed and smacked him playfully on the shoulder. They both heard the bathroom door close.
“Shit!” she whispered, jumping up with him. He began dressing quickly. She grabbed underwear and clothes out of the drawer and got dressed. Ethan swiftly smoothed the sheets and comforter and picked Liza’s robe and teddy off the floor, placing them neatly on the end of the bed.
Liza zipped her jeans, watching him. “You’re hired.” His cheeks coloured slightly.
She tidied her hair and he opened the door a crack. “It’s Brenda. Looks like Tara’s still asleep,” he whispered.
“Oh well, let’s go.”
They exited the bedroom as Brenda flushed the toilet, leaving Liza just a few moments to follow him into the kitchen without looking conspicuous. Liza immediately started making coffee.
Brenda walked out of the bathroom and looked at Ethan picking garbage off the floor, and then she looked at Liza and back at Ethan. Liza looked at her, trying to keep a straight face although she could feel the heat on her cheeks.
“Hey, Ethan. When did you get here?” Brenda asked.
“I don’t know…a little while ago,” he answered, placing a small box in the garbage bag.
She looked at Liza, who was busying herself with coffee mugs and the serving tray. Brenda walked up to her and gently took her chin in her hand so they were face to face. Liza’s face was red.
“Uh huh,” she said and let go, smiling.
“Staying for breakfast, Ethan?” she said loudly.
“Er…I thought we could go out after we clean this place a bit.”
“Sounds good. I’ll go wake up Tara.” She smirked.
Ethan glanced towards Liza and winked. “Give her another hour. She pulled a double shift at the hospital yesterday.”