Sin and Desire (32 page)

The temperature in the bedroom increased, the oxygen level decreased. Our chests were pumping for air. Her right cheek was pressed to the bed, her face was red, nostrils flared.
I loved watching Emma's pussy lips get pushed in and then drawn out as they followed every stroke of my cock. Her bumhole flexed with her pussy lips. I was like a voyeur, gazing at the details of a porno film that I was starring in. Fully involved, but somehow detached. It only fueled my addled brain, pushing me closer to the edge.
Her brown bum hole was tightening and loosening, seeming on it its own volition. I dribbled some spit down and hit it squarely. I licked my right index finger.
Just between flexes, I slipped my finger in.
"Ahh," her head shot up. After a moment as I continued to fuck her relentlessly, her head found the bed again.
I twisted my wrist and my index finger as I pounded into her. Her neck and head was bright pink.
Emma's relentless clit rubbing was pushing her. Her bum and thighs were shivering uncontrollably even though I was holding her hip with one hand and grinding my finger into her bum with the other.
I fucked with my cock in and out, angle to one side, to the other, angle down, roll my hips so that her bum hole was pushed out so I could penetrate more with my finger. Deep jab and another. Such joy!
"Aaauuughh," her orgasm hit her as if she was smacked suddenly. Her spine arched up. I could feel tightness around my cock. I saw her bumhole contract around my finger. "Uuughh," she did it again. Fingernails nipped at my scrotum as I buried my cock deep into her and finger as deep as it would go. "Nngghh," she was gasping for air. Drool was collecting on the bed next to her face. It was too much to watch and feel.
I burst inside her. My hips flexed uncontrollably in recoil to each spurt. Everything was suddenly hot and wet. I was aware of my need for air. My heart was beating rapidly.
Emma's spine arched up and down as she reacted to my orgasm.
I fell on the bed, rolling onto my back. My rapidly deflating pecker flopped to the side, still glistening.
Emma's fingers were on her pussy searching. "You came didn't you?" she asked. Her fingers shifted to her mouth.
"Yeah." I thought that was quite evident.
She flipped herself off the bed and squatted on the floor next to the bed. Her legs wide open. Her right hand cupped under her puss.
Still on my back I watched the entire proceedings with my head hanging off the edge of the bed.
"There we go," she smiled and pulled her hand to her mouth. Scoop, lick, finger, lick, she repeated four or five times. She stood to get access to my cock and managed to slip one of her cummy fingers into my mouth. "Nice?"
"Mnnng," I managed before she pulled her finger out. Why does she do that?
Once her post coital ritual was complete s we lay on the bed wrapped in each other's arms. I pulled the sheet over us.
"Thank you," we whispered to each other.
"Tell me about your family," she said as we lay cuddling.
"I have a mother and a father, both retired and doing well, and an older sister. She lives in Chicago. Mum and dad live in the same house we grew up in, in town. He was with the post office. She used to work for a printing company. What about you?"
"I never worked for a printing company."
I smacked her bum.
"Three older brothers. One's a lawyer in Ottawa, one's a doctor, a podiatrist..."
"He delivers babies?" I interjected.
"No that's a pediatrician, he's a foot doctor," she corrected me then continued, "and the third is a chemical engineer working for an oil exploration company."
No wonder Emma grew up thinking she wasn't good enough.
"What about your parents what do they do?" I asked.
"My dad's semi-retired. He was partner in a downtown law firm. My mom never worked except for raising us."
"Wow, sounds like a well to do family," I commented.
"We did okay," she said casually and yawned.
After a few moments I asked, "Where did you learn to cook?"
"In a kitchen."
"What? Did you take classes or work in a restaurant?"
"No. From my mom. It was her job and then my job to feed the men in the house."
"That's a bit sexist isn't it? In today's world?" I asked.
"We were traditional Catholic, what can I tell you?" She yawned.
"What did they want you to become?" I asked.
"A mother of twelve children. Other than that, I don't think they cared." I could see her eyes closing.
"Shut the light off," I said. She did.
"Goodnight sweetheart," I whispered.
"Goodnight Sam," she whispered back and yawned.
 

*

On Monday we packed up the bench rails but didn't call numb-nuts to tell him they were ready for pick up. That could wait until Wednesday. I didn't want him to get the impression he overpaid for the work.
That morning a landscape architect that I'd worked with several times called me and asked me to stop by his office. We needed to deliver a bunch of stuff up to Whistling Swans anyway, so I combined the two events. Plus I wanted to get the dress for Emma.
I asked her to come along.
We off loaded at the golf course then went to the architect's office.
"Frank Proulx, this is Emma Progue. Emma, Frank." They shook hands.
"So you're the new Alfie?" Frank sized her up.
"New and improved," I said.
"Oh?"
"Emma has talents, which Alfie never had," I turned to her grinning.
She blushed. I knew what she was thinking...'Sam, you prick'.
Frank described the job. He was doing the landscaping for a very well-to-do couple's house. The work included a large deck with an outdoor kitchen, a hot tub spa area and a gazebo together with a privacy fence in two locations. "The whole garden is themed on lilies as the guy's wife's name is Lily and it's her favorite plant," he said. "Day lilies, he added as an afterthought.
"Do you have this job or are you just bidding on it?"
He laid out a set of drawings. They had his logo on it.
"I've got the job. It's a go-ahead."
"Excellent," I said.
He wanted us to do bas-relief carvings of lilies on the woodwork. "Nothing gaudy or garish," he said. "And no paint."
Looking at the drawings I asked, "Where exactly do you want the carvings?"
"You tell me. Give me your proposal and your price."
"Okay," I said, "is the work to be done in situ or can it be done in my shop?"
"In your shop would be better, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, and less expensive. Let me ask, is it the same lily pattern to be used everywhere?"
"No I don't want to brand it. But I don't think the budget is there to custom carve everything. I need your carvings to tie everything together. To make it flow. What do you suggest?"

"That we develop six or eight patterns and use them over and over. Butt two together if it has to make a larger piece. Put three or more together if it needs to be larger still."
"Hey Sam, this is why I go to you."
"When do you need drawings?"
"End of week?" he was stretching, he knew it.
"Emma, is that enough time for you?" I asked.
She looked at me in shock. Her face completely changed as she turned to him. She smiled at Frank and said. "That will be plenty, we'll have drawings to you by Friday afternoon. Thanks Frank."
What a pro.
"Together with our cost estimate proposal," she said as she smiled to me.
Oh the devious little wench.
"What makes you think that I can design a bunch of lilies?" she asked as we drove away.
"If you can design and draw up that tattoo of yours, you can design and draw up a bunch of stupid lilies."
She was grinning as we drove along.
We stopped by Talbot's dress shop on the way home. Emma had horror written all over her face as we approached the older sales lady. "Could you please set up this young lady with a sexy dress? Something flowery and feminine? Preferably pink. I'll be back in a half hour to pay for it."
"Certainly, come right this way dear." She smiled and held her hand out to Emma.
Emma took the lady's hand and turned her face to mine. Poison darts flew at me together with an upturned middle finger behind her back.
I left the store chuckling.
On my way to the food court I sussed out a couple of other stores. Shoes and a handbag. Plus make-up. All pink.
Emma was going to kill me.
It was perfect.
I didn't see her in the dress, it was packed up ready to be paid for when I got back.
We went to the other stores. I sat on the bench outside as she sorted herself out inside. I just showed up at the cash register at the right time.
By the time we made it to Victoria's Secret the look of horror on her face had been completely replaced with a mischievous smirk.
I needed to figure out a coming out event.
Dinner that night was T-bone steaks, fried potatoes dashed with paprika, peas and carrots with melted butter and a lettuce, cucumber and avocado salad with a lemony vinaigrette dressing.
She followed me outside to watch me barbeque the steaks. I flipped them onto the hot grille. Steak on a gas barbeque? Man's world stuff, right?
Wrong.
"Not like that," she said as she lifted the steaks off. She repositioned them at a forty five degree angle to grille.
"And when you flip them, flip them a hundred and eighty degrees so it's still at a forty five degree angle to the grille. Then the next flip is at ninety degrees," she showed me with her hand, "and then the final flip is a hundred and eighty degrees. And that's it. No more flipping. That way the steaks will have perfect X's from the grille marks, back and front."
I stood then with my mouth open in disbelief.
"And turn it up to high," she said as she walked away.
"Yes ma'am."
She was right. They were perfect. They tasted the same I suppose, but they certainly looked better.
"So when did you lose your virginity?" I asked as I gathered salad on my fork.
"Oh gees, it seems like last week. I remember his name, yes, it was Sam Rockwell."
"Fuck off, I wasn't your first."
She chewed her steak for a while then said smiling, "Maybe not my first, but certainly my best."
"Oh, that's so sweet. Liar." I cut into the steak. Maybe it tasted better too?
"It was only when I went to art school. I was a virgin all through high school."
"Really?"
"I told you," she said, "no one wanted to date me."
I sliced another piece of steak and chewed for a moment, then said "As I remember high school, yes there were a number of dates that I went on, but for the most part it was a bunch of kids hanging out together. That's where the social and sexual interaction took place."
"Is that how it worked for you?" she asked and then added, "when did you lose yours?"
"It was exactly like that. It was a house party. I was fourteen. So was she. Maria Lopez. I'll never forget her."
"Was she cute?"
"Cute and drunk. So was I."
"Cute?"
I smiled at Emma and sliced another piece of steak, purposely ignoring the last question. I said, "You must have been in similar social situations during high school, you know, hanging around with other kids and then fooling around."
"Yeah, I did I guess. But that's how girls got reputations, like my friend Carly did."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, and it's not fair," she said, "if a girl sleeps with four or five different guys she's called a slut, but if a guy does that..."
"Then he's gay. Most definitely he's gay." I interrupted smiling.
She laughed.
"So you managed to avoid having a reputation in high school by not having sex?" I asked.
"I didn't say I didn't have sex," she corrected me, "I just said I remained a virgin."
"And you avoided getting a reputation?" I asked.
"Yes, but that was by mutual threat. I told Billy that if he told anyone that I sucked his cock I would tell everyone the truth."
"Which was?"
"That he had a tiny cock, which was true."
"Oh so you came to a mutual agreement. Did you only suck him off once?"
"Hell no. And he'd eat my pussy and fingered me. We just never fucked." She smiled at me.
"So you 
did 
have a normal high school upbringing." I said.
"I guess," she answered as she picked out the last of her salad. "I remember my first time. Looking back on it now it was quite comical. He came in about three seconds."
"Poor bastard," I said, "quick and tiny."
"Yeah," she laughed, "he was a bit of a nerd." She bit into her last piece of steak and asked, "Do you remember your first blow job?"
"Yeah, I do." I answered. The image of Gina popped in my mind.
"Did you swallow?" she asked smiling.
"Fuck off!" I threw my crunched up napkin at her.
"What, you've never had a gay experience?" she asked grinning.
"No, have you?"
"Maybe," mock innocent eyes again.
"Get off, you did not." I said.
"All I can say is that art college was full of crazy chicks."
I stood up and picked up our empty plates. "That is quite evident," I said.
She smiled as she followed me into the kitchen with the salad bowl.
We cleaned up and made our way upstairs.
After brushing my teeth and doing all the usual stuff I walked out of the bathroom naked. She was already on the bed, naked too. It was that little bit of an awkward moment. We knew what we wanted to do, just didn't know how to get it started. I lay down next to her and rubbed her pussy gently.
"Cate, tell me, what was the best sexual experience that you ever had?"
"Honestly?"
"Seriously, what was it?"
"The first time we made love."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
I tried to recall exactly what we did. I licked her pussy. Pulled my fingers out in a vee. I remembered that. Then we fucked. She came first. A lot. I remembered that too. Still, that couldn't have been so special.
"What was so special?" I asked.
"It was when you came inside me. The other times when we've fucked, I was still convulsing from my own orgasm and I didn't really notice you cumming. But that time, I could feel you cum inside me. Every pulse. It was unbelievably sexy. I think about it a lot. It drives me wild. So fucking sexy."
"Really?"
"Duh?"
"Do you want me to do it again?" I was grinning.
She rolled over onto me and planted a big fat kiss on my lips. "Do it again."
Music to my ears. I had to think it through for a moment but then I said, "Masturbate for me."
I rolled to the side and then perched myself between her legs. They were splayed wide open. Nothing was hidden. She was a glorious sight.
Her fingers found her clit.
Mine found my shaft. It was hard already.
Our eyes, briefly, found each others.
I focused on her pussy as she rubbed it. She, laser like, stared at my cock. I stroked it languidly up and down.
She licked her lips.
I stroked. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Her fingers were busy on her clit.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Her nostrils flared.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her left hand fingers were on her left nipple ring. I added my fingers to her right.
Up. Down. Up, down.
She stared at my cock. Up. Down. Up, down.
She was in a frenzy.
Up. Down. Up, down. I squeezed my cock and brought a dribble of pre-cum out.
"Ohhh!" she reacted immediately. Her head bobbed down. She couldn't resist.
"Lick only," I said, "don't suck."
She licked. Big time. She hit the vee under my cock head, my eyes rolled in their sockets as she did. Her fingers never let up on her clit. Her face was all red when she lifted it.
I kept stroking myself. She kept watching. Her whole body was twitching.
Briefly, she glanced into my eyes. Her green eyes were glassy. Her mouth hung open. Nostrils were flared. She was breathing hard.
I continued to stroke. I squeezed some pre-cum out of my cock. I scooped it up with my finger and slipped it into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she licked my fingers. I could see the satisfaction in her face.
Her fingers were still a blur. We both tugged at her nipples.
Up. Down. Up, down.
"Fuuuuckkkk!" she screamed as her entire body convulsed before me. What a sight to behold. The whole bed shook. I had to let go of the nipple for fear of permanently damaging her.
I watched her vagina contract and open and contract again, over and over. She was oozing Emma heroin from her pussy. I couldn't help myself. I scooped some up with my finger and popped it into my mouth.
Bliss.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down Up. Down. Up. Down.
No longer were they languid strokes. I was going to cum soon. We both knew it.
Emma sat back and opened her legs up wide, knees bent. I lunged forward. I pushed my dick into her, balls deep.
"Ohhh!" she gasped.
"Lay still," I managed to get out.
My flaring cock pulsed inside her pussy, ready to blow off. That was what she wanted. Me too.
She was breathing hard. "Lay still," I whispered. She did.
It only took me two slow strokes before I got to the point of no return and stopped, deep inside her. I held my breath.
My sphincter contracted as I shot my semen. And again. And again. And again.
I took a deep breath and the last of my cum escaped from my cock.
I'm sure my face was contorted into a grotesque. It felt like I pumped a ton into her. Her pussy was suddenly warm and wet.
Aside from breathing hard, she didn't make a sound. Her eyes rolled around her head.
Her face reddened, her breathing accelerated and her pussy muscles contracted. Over and over and over. She didn't make a sound aside from a gulp at the end of it.
I guess she liked it.
We lay there for a few moments. I needed oxygen. My dick started to shrink and slip inside of her.
"Don't fucking move," she commanded in a low voice.
I complied.
Her body shuddered again.
"How do you do that to me?" she whispered.
"Do what?"
"Make me cum like that," she answered.
"It's all in your head," I whispered.
"No, it's all in my cunt."
"Do you want me to feed it to you?" I could feel my cock slipping in her warm hole.
"You bet." She smiled and her eyes sparkled.
I pulled my cock out and immediately placed my fingers at her opening. Cum oozed out. I scooped it with my fingers and fed it to her open mouth. She licked my fingers with relish. My fingers made it back just in time to catch another dribble. I repeated the process. On the fourth scooping I had to push my two fingers inside her to coat them with cum.
She insisted that I put my elongated, softened cock into her mouth so that she could clean it off too. I hadn't realized that she fingered herself as she cleaned me off.
That glistening finger found its way into my mouth as I pulled my cock out from her and repositioned myself on the bed. How does she do that?
"Do you like it?" she asked with a playful list to her voice.
"No, not particularly." I answered to her giggles.
"You know you have a cum fetish," I said.
"No I don't. I have a Sam Rockwell fetish."
"You're crazy."
"Crazy about you."
I kissed her cum drenched lips. She plunged her tongue into my mouth.
We hugged and kissed. I tickled her nipples. She played with my flaccid cock. I gave her a full body massage. She rubbed her clit to orgasm again. She scratched my back.
I fell asleep.