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Thursday morning, Susan received a phone call from Miss Stoneburner.
"Mrs. Cervini, have you made a decision regarding a full-time position?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been preoccupied with...personal matters. Family business."
"I see."
Susan smiled and said, "All right. Yes, I'll do it. I accept the full-time teaching position."
"Welcome aboard. We're a friendly family and you'll be an asset to our school."
Susan's chest puffed. She felt her tummy tickling. This was a good thing. She just knew it. "Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity, Miss Stoneburner."
"I'll see you after the break then."
"Yes, ma'am. Bright and early. Happy New Year!"
"Right. Happy New Year to you, too, Mrs. Cervini."
* * * *
Susan went shopping at Victoria's Secret.
The sweet young sales associate said, "Good morning, can I help you find something?"
"Yes. Can you show me your latest styles, well, the best sellers in panties and bras and whatever sexy thing is out for a special occasion?"
She followed the girl, who looked like she'd stepped straight out of their catalog.
"The boy briefs are really hot now. Just a scrap of lace, made so that your bottom is on display nice and high. The cheeks hang halfway out on purpose. And thongs are always popular. A sheer lacy bra to match. What color did you have in mind?"
"Color?"
"We have aquamarine, red, black, champagne, shell pink and white."
Susan stretched a pair of white lace panties in her hands.
"Oh, girlfriend, that's too boring. How about aquamarine or black or red?"
Susan remembered Johnny had worn teal briefs. "I think he likes aquamarine."
"Good. They're buy one, get one free. Will it be black or red?"
"He loves my hair, and picked silk sheets that would contrast against it, so I guess black."
The sales associate smiled. "If I may...we get a lot of guys in here buying gifts. If he's got a thing for your hair, then you don't want to cover up the black with black then."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I get your point. I guess I'll get red then."
"What size?"
"Medium panties. 34C for the bras."
"We have lace cat suits, which are hard to keep in stock."
Susan followed the girl across the store.
"What do you think about these?"
"Wow." Susan shot a look at the big catalog photo blow up on the wall. What a body that model had, to pull-off that stretch lace. "I don't think so. I don't really know what he likes yet."
"Oh, is this your first time with a new man?"
Susan blushed. "How about fragrance? Do you have samples?"
The sales girl led her to the other half of the store and Susan sniffed until they all smelled the same. "I don't really know what he likes fragrance-wise."
"Okay. How about a gift for him?"
"You sell men's things?"
"Only a few select pieces. She led her to a small niche in the rear of the sore. Silk robes and thongs.
"Umm...no, I don't think that would be..."
"Okay, is there anything else you need? Hosiery is on sale. Buy three get one free."
"No, this is everything."
Susan paid the girl and carried her tiny pink and white Victoria's Secret signature bag outside. She dashed across the avenue and into a shoe store. She purchased two pairs of stiletto heels. Red leather thongs and teal open toed shoes with laces that wrapped up her leg. Shoot. She raced back over to Victoria's Secret and bought two short silk robes to match.
* * * *
Lt. Van Dyke barked, "Newman, here's your orders. You'll report to the National Emergency Training Academy in Maryland, for a course in the Chemistry of Hazardous materials. Two weeks. First class, Monday morning."
"No. Un unh."
"Excuse me, Newman? You have no choice. You've put it off twice. Your number is up."
Johnny snatched the envelope out of his commanding officer's hand. He exhaled and muttered something the lieutenant didn't like.
"Watch that mouth. Travel expenses will be reimbursed. Potter over at Twenty-three Engine is going, too. You might want to car pool with her."
Johnny dredged up a visual of Firefighter Mildred Potter. Coke bottle figure. Three liter jug, that was. And her obsessive hand cream usage. He snarled.
"Fine, drive by yourself."
They heard the bells. Johnny ran into the truck bay and climbed up to his position.
* * * *
After extricating a two-year-old stuck between a display case and a marble column at a museum, they returned to quarters and Johnny called Susan. "Hi, sweetheart."
Her heart raced, she couldn't help but smile.
"How's the bleeding coming along?"
She blushed. "Almost done."
"Well, we need to move our date up to the morning. I have to go take a class in Maryland on Monday. So we'll have to make morning glory instead of midnight at the oasis."
"What time?"
"As soon as I get relieved. I'll give ya a call. Can you meet me at my place? I should get there before you and I'll take a shower."
"It's a date."
* * * *
Susan set the alarm clock for eight, but sleep didn't visit her. Visions of Johnny and his sculpted body kept her mind spinning and her hips softly writhing. She hadn't been touched since a few days before Brandon died. The spirit of her husband's love was now tucked away as an eternal flame, one she'd cherish in her heart forever.
The shower incident at the Austin hotel replayed in her brain. How much of it was her imagination and how much was history, she now had no clue. Panavision photos of Johnny's chiseled arms, bulging biceps, little strawberry blonde curls down to his hands. She visualized the muscle in his lower arm. Tendons taut. And those long fingers. Susan could feel them on her. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed her cotton nightgown over them, back and forth. She pictured his face. Brown, blond, and red whiskers, courageous jaw, provocative lips.
Oh, did she want his lips. And his...hungry erection. She couldn't believe she'd touched it. And how he could make it move. She wondered if he worked out with that muscle, too. To strengthen it and make it firmer and more flexible. And those were the biggest set of...jewels she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen more than one other set. Susan felt her feminine parts swelling with desire. Juices flowed. She resisted the urge to touch. She wanted to save that for Johnny. Nothing she could do to herself would match the total sensory cataclysm he could create for her. The moment he slid his rock hard shaft inside of her.
Susan switched the alarm button off at 5:45 a.m. and enjoyed a hot shower. She cleansed herself more than usual, because today was a very special day. Her life was about to change. Either she'd lose Johnny, her closest friend, forever or else they'd take their friendship up to the next tier. Or maybe two tiers. What if she fell into romantic love with him this morning? What if once they'd stepped over that forbidden line, he decided he didn't want her anymore?
Maybe she should hold back on her feelings and wait to take a cue from him. She certainly didn't want to say, "I love you," and have him say, "It's been fun, see ya." He wouldn't do that, would he?
Susan applied hot oil to her hair and let it soak in as she shaved her bikini line, careful to make her inner thighs smooth and silky for him. Smiling as she slid the razor over her flexed legs,she imagined how perfect they'd look in the heels.
She finished shaving her underarms. After she rinsed the oil out, she stepped onto the white vinyl floor. Susan toweled off.
As she stared into the mirror, she pinched her needy nipples and ran her hand down her smooth flat stomach. She curled a few clusters of black silky curls around a manicured finger. Venturing lower, she gasped as she circled her hooded flower. Staring in the mirror, one hand pinched a nipple as the other stimulated her clitoris. She wondered how she'd look to him. What passion he'd see in her eyes. On the brink, she stopped. Susan dressed in her hand-washed and line-dried lacy boy briefs and bra. She'd chosen aquamarine because she hoped he liked that color and the matching shoes were sexier.
Oh, no, what would she wear on top? Darn it, why hadn't she thought of that? She donned a pair of freshly pressed jeans. As she was zipping them, it occurred to her that she'd have to take her new shoes that laced up her leg off in order to get the jeans off. And he'd never see how sexy the shoes looked.
Well, she could wear a skirt. Nothing was clean but the long brown plaid. School marm-ish. Might as well wear the high collared blouse and wind her hair into a bun. Hey, he might like that.
No. No role playing. She wanted to be herself. Besides, the teal shoes wouldn't match the brown.
Susan smiled. She slipped into her aquamarine silk robe. It hit her mid-thigh, just above a mole. She tied the belt in a bow, then trotted out to the bedroom and slipped on her new shoes. It took a few tries to get the laces comfortably and functionally tied.
Susan stood in front of the dresser mirror. Couldn't see anything but part of the robe. Using the antique silver hand mirror her mother had given her, she turned to see the back. Not much. She climbed up on her bed. There, that was better. She turned and looked over her shoulder with the hand mirror. Oh, yeah. Great legs. She inhaled and let the robe fall onto the bed. The girl at Victoria's Secret was right. Her rear view had never looked so sexy.
The phone rang. Susan grabbed the bed post and stumbled down. The caller ID read FDNY E10. She picked up the handset and purred "Good morning."
"Good morning back at ya, sweetheart. Did you have sweet dreams?"
"Couldn't sleep. How about you?"
"They kept us busy. I'm leaving now. You want to meet me at my place?"
"Of course. I'll be there."
"Be careful."
"You, too. Oh...wait. Do you like makeup? Should I wear makeup?"
"Lipstick. Lots of lipstick. And the other stuff, too. But don't forget the lipstick."
"I'll see what I can do. I should get busy. See you soon."
They hung up.
She realized she hadn't fixed her hair yet. She slid her fingers under the towel. It was still damp. Susan ran into the bathroom. She moisturized and applied foundation. A little blush and some waterproof, sweat proof mascara. Black. And lipstick. Dark red matte crème. And cherry gloss on top.
Susan blow dried her hair just enough to fluff up her bangs and so that the ends didn't drip. She took a boar's hair brush with her. Shoving her arms back into the robe, she tied it going down the stairs.
She let Bob out, careful to dodge him. One well placed paw would snag the silk. Susan made a cup of tea to go. She fed and watered Bob and locked him back up. In the foyer closet, she grabbed her full length blue wool coat and shoved her arms in. She buttoned it to the neck, picked up her purse, keys, and tea and drove over to Johnny's house.
* * * *
Johnny twisted his way out of Manhattan, cursing any idiot who got in his way. His fire engine red pick-up truck was full speed ahead. He was personally responding to a fully involved raven haired structure with flames blowing out her basement window. And he was the only fireman who could take command of the incident and extinguish the inferno.
He ran into his house, leaving the door unlocked in case he was in the shower when she arrived. First he restarted the clothes dryer. The new white sheets were inside and he wanted to warm them and get some of the wrinkles out. Thank goodness he'd washed them on Friday night.
He took a record breaking short shower and towel dried. Stopping to look at the man in the mirror, Johnny's confidence soared, as did his cock. He rubbed the rough towel around his balls and thoroughly dried the length of his shaft. He rubbed deodorant on, then a splash of after shave lotion. No time to shave, though. He hoped his beard wasn't too rough on her. Well, she could stop and shave him if need be. He grinned.
Johnny ran naked, two flights down, to the basement. He snatched the hot sheets and kicked the dryer door shut. Zipping back upstairs, he spread the white silk sheets onto the bed and was stuffing the third pillow into the case when he heard the doorbell.
Johnny pulled on a pair of black silk boxers, guiding his erection toward the left side. They weren't long enough to contain his length. He shoved his legs into a pair of jeans, smoothed out the sheets, and ran downstairs. Out of breath, he flung open the door. And there she was.
"Hi, Johnny."
A tear fought its way out of his left eye. She really did come to him. "Come on in."
She did. He shut the door. She stood there, looking at his biceps and triceps and pecs and those abs...
"Well, take your coat off. Come on in. Are you hungry?"
Susan unbuttoned her coat and looked down at his beige ceramic tiled foyer floor as she removed the blue wool. He grinned and hung it in the closet. Johnny walked over to Susan and eyed her up and down. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently kissed her lips. "Susan, you look beautiful. Turn around, let me see you."
She couldn't suppress a Mona Lisa grin as she spun. Her nearly dry hair lifted off of her robe in the soft current of air. He nestled up behind and caressed her waist.
He whispered, "Are you ready to give your body to me?"
"Yes." She sighed.
He turned her around. His voice deepened as he gazed into her crayon blue irises. "I've got so much pleasure to give you, Susan. So much to teach you. Ecstasy you've never experienced. I'm you're man. Born to love you. Are you sure you're ready for me?"
"Yes." She nodded.
He squatted and picked her up around her knees and stood, causing her to fall forward over his shoulder. She giggled.
"Haven't you ever been carried by a fireman before?" Oh, shit. Johnny thought he'd blown it. Why'd he say that? Of course she had. That's how she'd met Brandon. But wait, she wasn't conscious. Okay good, maybe he hadn't blown it.
Susan said, "Nope."
Johnny carried her up the stairs into the master bedroom.
Susan gazed at the carpet as he set her down. She spotted his king sized bed. The headboard must've been eight feet tall, ornately carved mahogany. She said, "Wow. Your bed looks like it came out of a castle somewhere. This is a really nice room. I like the carpet color and the bed is exquisite."
He drew her close. "I selected the carpet color to match your eyes."
"But you've lived here for over a year—"
"And I've loved you from the moment I was blinded by your bewitching eyes." He kissed Susan. Feeding on the hunger in her mouth. She tasted so hot.
Susan trembled.
Johnny pulled away. "So do I need to get a towel?"
"No, I'm all done."
"Good."
She watched him walk over to his chest of drawers. His shoulder muscles rippled as he inserted a CD into the stacked stereo. His back was perfectly developed. Susan took in the whole sight, from his perfectly cut auburn hair and down a strong neck. To broad well developed shoulders, down the deltoids to a slim V waist. The indigo blue jeans fit perfectly over a well developed rear end. Long legs down to strong bare feet.
"I've made a mix tape for this historic occasion. Well, that's what we used to call it in high school when we used cassette tapes. Technically, I burned a CD." He adjusted the volume so it would create a nice backdrop to their intimacy.
Her lover-to-be turned toward her as the first song began. "Layla." Susan walked toward him with feline grace. She gazed into his ravenous brown eyes as he untied the bow on her aquamarine silk belt. The front of her robe gaped open. Johnny pulled the tie out of the loops. He tossed it onto the white silk sheets.
With a voluptuous sway, Susan turned and crossed the room, stopping at the foot of his king sized bed. Johnny followed at arms-length. She turned toward him, not meeting his gaze, then let the robe slip off of her shoulders.
Johnny inhaled at the site of her creamy breasts straining against the plunging teal pushup bra. He examined the twin raspberry outlines peeking under the lace. Cleavage that begged to be fucked. He stroked his left thigh, near the bottom of the pocket of his jeans.
Her robe fell to the floor.
The heat kicked on, gushing through the two vents in his cathedral ceiling.
As his eyes dropped down her smooth stomach, past her bellybutton, to the top of low cut lace panties, Susan turned toward the foot of his bed. Her heart pounded. Not knowing how to act. What to expect. Trying to be sexy, she spread her legs shoulder width. Got a good footing in those four-inch heels. She bent over at the waist.
He groaned.
The panties only covered the top three inches of her ass. She stretched down toward the sea of blue Berber, reaching for her silk robe.
Johnny fell to his knees. He bit and kissed the naked flesh. Gentle bites. Hard, wet kisses.
She grabbed the mahogany footboard of his bed. It was cool and slippery with wax under her fingers.
He ran his tongue down her left leg, inside the silk laces around her ankle. He licked a trail back up to her panties.
His whiskers felt wicked on her skin.
Johnny's chest heaved. Six long years of fantasy. Today Susan was his. To do with whatever he desired. He was going to taste her entire body and seize her soul. He slid his mouth along the seam of her lace crotch, as far forward as he could. Then back up to her other opening. His tongue lingered, serpent-like.
Susan's grip tightened. She'd never been licked like this before. She was embarrassed. But intoxicated by his face all over her, back there. She gasped for oxygen.
Feeling her tremor sent a jolt to his loins. This was his woman and he would take her. He continued his mission down her right leg. Then Johnny stood.
Susan released her sweaty grip on the wood and stretched to her full height. She slowly turned to him, swinging her hair. Side to side. She flung it back over her shoulders. He yanked his jeans off. Susan dropped to her knees and nestled her cheek against his crotch. She grabbed his left leg and inhaled deeply as she ran her tongue up and down and all around the bulge in his black silk boxers. She kissed him with firm, hungry puckers.
Immersed in his fantasy come true, Johnny watched the red lipstick bullet marks appear on his shorts. When her swollen weapon reached the naked head on his thigh, he moaned. "Oh, baby..." He pulled her face away. "Not yet..."
He took her hand and coaxed her to stand up. They proceeded to the bed. He threw the top sheet back. She lay across the white silk sheathed mattress, sideways. Her ankles hung off the side.
The next song began. "Feel Like Makin' Love."
Johnny kicked his boxers off. His cock sprang up. He fervently grabbed the tip and soothed it.
Susan felt her face flushing again. Embarrassed to watch him touching himself there. But she instantly enjoyed it. She blinked. How would she ever be able to take him? All of him. He was so thick, she might come before he fully penetrated. Nervous again. So much could go wrong. So much could go so right.
Johnny said, "I've gotta get the edge off or I'll explode. I've gotta be able to sustain it for you, baby."
As she watched him tending his fire, Susan fondled her breasts. Squeezed them through the lacy aquamarine bra. Panting at the roughness of the lace on her sensitive nipples.
Johnny let go of himself and knelt on the bed, straddling her waist. He kissed her forehead, running his fingers along her hair. Hovering just above her. Not letting his pulsating hard on touch her pure skin. Tangling his callused fingers in her long black silk. She was the most bewitching creature ever to have graced his gaze.
Johnny lay on his side next to Susan and rolled her over onto hers. They both faced the music. His erection was eager to slip in between her ass cheeks. In one quick motion, he unhooked her bra. He kissed her shoulder and slid the lace off. She lifted her other shoulder to allow him to remove the garment. Johnny tossed the bra onto the bottom bed post. He wrapped his arm around her then rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She was on top on him, on her back.
He said, "Raise your hips."
She trembled, fearing the unknown and yet begging for it. He maneuvered her over so that his pulsating manhood was tucked between her legs, the tip resting above the front waistline of her panties.
He tenderly extended her arms straight out. Johnny slipped his hands under them and around to her firm, warm breasts. His fingers teased, circling around the areolas. She writhed, willing him to touch her nipples. Johnny enveloped a breast in each hand and began squeezing in circular motions.
Susan lay limp, her head turned, trying to kiss his whiskers from the side. Johnny took her hand and placed it down on his scrotum. She felt the movement inside his soft, heated flesh as she gently caressed him. Traced the seam with her finger.
"Harder," he whispered.
She hesitantly increased the pressure of her hand, squeezing and twisting tenderly.
His cock reacted, jerking involuntarily. She felt the first drop of his pre-ejaculate drip into her bellybutton.
He gently tweaked her rigid nipples.
She gasped. "Pinch them." She couldn't believe she'd said that out loud.
He did. He turned his head, burying his face in her hair. She squeezed and released her glutes and kegel muscle, writhing around as she rubbed her clitoris against the shaft of his penis. He moved in rhythm with her to the song.
Susan had never wanted a man so badly in her life. Johnny had just flung open a hidden door she never understood existed. This guy knew his way around a woman. Susan tried to slip her panties off.
Johnny wouldn't allow it. "No. Not yet."
The tempo of the music increased. She intensified pressure on his jewels as the friction of the lace between her clitoris and the base of his penis inched her closer to madness. Panting, she said, "Please. Inside me." She tried to take her panties off.
He caught her wrist. "No. The panties stay on."
She whimpered.
Johnny worked her breasts masterfully with one hand. His thumb and index finger spread to pleasure both nipples at once. He shoved three fingers into her mouth. He maneuvered the tips of his forth finger and his thumb inside her mouth. "Suck them, get them wet." He panted.
Susan slowed her attention on his scrotum as her writhing intensified. She couldn't concentrate anymore. She lifted the waistband of her panties and shoved her fingers inside.
As soon as he was sure she was coming, he grabbed his cock with his fingers full of her saliva and jerked off.
She screamed in ecstasy, arching forward to catch drops of ejaculate with her tongue.
He groaned, "Layla..." Johnny had done it. He'd taken his best friend's wife. She came for him. Susan Cervini was his woman now.
He rolled Susan off of him, onto her back, and hungrily sucked both nipples as he kneaded her perfect breasts. He licked his cum off of her throat, then shoved his tongue into her cherry lipsticked mouth.
She enjoyed the salty sweet liquid, licking it off of his tongue and swollen lips.
Then he lay back on the white silk sheet and closed his eyes.
Susan placed her head on his chest and he stroked her hair. Was this a dream? Had she really leapt through the door and let herself be pleasured by another man? She gazed at his contented prize, wondering how much of a rest he needed before...before the next level. Oh, she hoped he could resurrect it. He had to. She had to have him inside her.
Johnny kissed her forehead and got up. He slipped his black silk boxers on.
"No..." She whispered.
"Complaints?"
"It was just that I—"
"What?"
"Can you get it up again?" She blushed.
He laughed and nodded. "I'm gonna check the coffee maker, sweetheart. I've been up all night and I have a long drive ahead of me."
"So you're really going to Maryland for two weeks?"
"Have to. But don't you worry none. I'll make sure you've got enough afterglow to keep your embers smoldering for me, until I get back."