Chapter Fifteen

Teddy ran through a checklist in his head on the way to his place. He’d pushed the cigarette butt into the bushes with the tip of his crutch and aired the apartment. A bottle of wine, purchased after he disposed of Ella at the ranch, chilled in the refrigerator. On the coffee table lay a selection of DVDs—romantic comedy, chick flick, suspense, action. He’d considered some soft porn, but no. He’d stocked his night table with all the accessories. No need to raid Mack’s room this time. Planning counted.

They smoothly transitioned to his apartment. “Want to watch a movie, or we could catch a late show at the Grand?”

Jessie fixed her hazel eyes on his. The gold flecks caught the light from a couple of spicy cinnamon scented candles he’d lit to provide atmosphere in his rather plain space. “I’d like to sit on the sofa and make out.”

“Hey! You’ve pre-empted all my smooth moves to get you snuggled against me.” He took that as a good sign, a very good sign.

Smiling, she moved to the sofa and moved on him, taking off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over the smooth muscles of his chest, her fingers stirring the light hairs that covered it and making him shiver. He shrugged out of his jacket to free his arms, which went around her, pulling her close, her lips so soft and full, like the bosom pressed against his naked pecs. Teddy removed the dress that came off so easily, not a zipper or button in the way. A bra of black lace with her nipples straining at its seams opened in the front, spilling her breasts into his hands like precious gifts. His fingers stroked, fondled, worshiped them. He wasn’t the only one who’d planned ahead.

His hand moved down to that little scrap of provocative panties and worked inside, thumb on her clit, one finger inside. Jessie wouldn’t need lube this time around. She slicked his hand. His tongue kept busy in her mouth. When she came, she almost bit him. Quick withdrawal. With her shuddering in his embrace, Teddy brought both arms up, holding her tight to his thudding chest. His own need pressed hard against the fly of his trousers, but he waited to see what she desired.

Jessie’s head raised, and he realized the light in her eyes did not come from the candles. “What’s next?” she asked.

He had anticipated this question. “The wheelchair straddle, the wedge, you on top, me on bottom or vice versa in the bedroom.”

“Let’s try the first one.”

Teddy removed the armrests from her chair and the suggestive panties from her hips before seating her there. “What about my shoes?” she said.

“Let’s leave them. There is something so sexy about a woman naked except for a pair of red heels. Don’t go anywhere.” He shoved up on his crutches and headed for the bedroom.

She threw back her head and laughed. “Sure, I’m going to roll out of here completely bare.”

“That would give the campus cops a treat. Way better than chasing drunken male flashers.”

Teddy hobbled to his night table where the penis ring laid waiting. He should have placed it in his pocket. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he positioned it, glad the cuddle time and the banter had given him a break to deflate a little. He put on his black velour robe, palmed a condom, and went back to Jessie. She laughed again at the erection poking out of the front.

“What? This is my seduction attire. Note the chic black ostomy cummerbund matches.”

“You look like a handicapped Hugh Hefner.”

“Exactly what I was going for.” He handed over the condom. “Would you do the honors?”

“With pleasure.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” Her hands smoothing the rubber on his shaft got him ready to go in no time at all. He removed the little tube of lube from the pocket of his Hefner robe. “To make sure you are ready.”

“I am, but the tingle is nice. I’m anxious to see how this works.”

“Simple.” He drew her forward to the edge of her chair, spread her legs wide, settled on her thighs, and drew back to enter her hot, wet orifice. It closed tight around him, a perfect fit. He moved slowly. Jessie closed her luminous eyes. Teddy gauged her excitement by the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the soft panting noises emanating from her lips. He held back until she convulsed around him, the best feeling known to man, especially when an explosive ejaculation follows. He laid his head against her shoulder, and she stroked his fine blond hair.

When they’d both settled down, he said, “We should adjourn to the bedroom. I’m guessing we need rest.” Teddy backed onto the couch, taking his weight off of her.

“We can do that, but tomorrow I want to try the wedge.” Jessie placed her feet in his lap, and he removed the red shoes.

She wanted bathroom time and wheeled off. He’d prepared before the date and would take care of himself again in the morning. For now, he required some downtime. In the bedroom, he disposed of the condom, put the ring back in the drawer, removed his braces, and retired under the fresh, clean sheets. With his hands clasped behind his head on the pillow, he wondered how he compared to Troy Gilbert in the sack. Couldn’t help it. The girls he’d attracted previously tended to be artistic types not given to worshipping athletes, but Jessie had been engaged to one.

She got into the bed on her own, rolled close to him, put her head on his chest. He inhaled the scent of the shampoo she used, light and floral. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“You read minds, do you? Even Xochi can’t do that.”

“I believe all men wonder how they compare to others. Troy wasn’t giving. We had sex when he wanted sex. If he finished first, too bad for me. He didn’t plan or try to make the act something beautiful for me. You do, and you are good at it.”

He smiled into the darkness. Yes! “There is more to come, lots more, Jessie.”