Three of Spades (10 page)

It had grown colder since they entered the restaurant. When they stepped outside, Natalie wished she had grabbed a coat. Noticing how cold she was, Dylan draped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his side sharing his body heat.

As she was pressed against his warm body, Natalie thought of the couples walking along the path together and she felt cared for. They quickly reached Dylan’s Challenger and like before, Dylan opened her door and closed it when she was inside. Dylan climbed in and pulled out into the light traffic. When he turned away from the road to her home, Natalie looked toward Dylan and was surprised that he was looking at her. He looked at her with smoldering eyes and that wicked smile of his. Natalie’s voice was lost as she turned and stared out the windshield into the dark of night. After a series of twists and turns, Dylan finally stopped the car. It seemed to be a secluded wooded area that had a view of the lake and mountains off in the distance.

Dylan turned the car off and placed his left arm over the back of Natalie’s seat, while turning so his back was leaning against the driver’s door. He smiled, as her uncertainness was evident on her face. She needed to relax. He hoped what he had in mind, would be just the thing to help her with that.

“So, I thought we’d give you your first official experience right now.”

Oh
Goodness.
What could he possibly have in mind? Natalie suddenly felt excited with anticipation. Not having the foggiest idea what she needed to do, she waited for Dylan to explain more.

“Have you ever heard of necking?” Dylan asked, as his body began reacting to his vivid thoughts of what was to come.

All of a sudden Natalie began feeling inept again. So, she just looked down at her folded hands, which laid against her printed skirt. Natalie gently shook her head no.

It may have been selfish but Dylan was glad she didn’t. He wanted to teach her everything.

“Ok Natalie, get out.”

What!?!

“Come on, climb out,” Dylan said, as he too opened his door. Natalie watched as he unfolded his large form from the beautiful car and then, if she could not be any more shocked, she watched as he flipped the seat forward and climbed into the backseat. Natalie quickly followed suit. When she was sitting on the cool seat, Dylan stretched forward, closed, and locked both doors. As he leaned back against the soft cushioned seat, he lounged casually; unlike how a man of his size should be able to in such a confined space.

“Remember Natalie, you asked me to do these things with you. Also recall that I promised everything would be consensual.” Dylan enjoyed watching Natalie, as her brain wrapped around his words. When she seemed to accept his proposal, it was Dylan that filled with eagerness.

“Necking is like baseball they each have bases. First base is kissing. Second is where my hands get to roam over your top half. Third would be where we both get to explore each other’s lower halves and a Homerun is exactly that,” Dylan purred.

He watched as her eyes dilated with arousal and her breath quickened. Deciding to make her as comfortable as possible, he crooked his finger for her to come to him. He was willing to be uncomfortable as all hell, to give her this experience. Also, he thought, if she chose to stop she would just have to pull away if she was leaning over him. As Natalie maneuvered herself so she was sitting more in the middle of the bench, she became unsure of where to place her hands. As if reading her mind, he pulled her hands so they rested on his chest and she was leaning over his lap. With her this close, he could smell her wonderful clean scent and Dylan thought it was the most comforting smell of all time. Not being able to hold off another minute, he wrapped both his hands around her neck and let his fingers thread through her hair. With gentle strength, he pulled her toward him and, at last, pressed his mouth against hers. He tried to start out slow with just teasing licks and nibbles, but it soon grew to a tangle of tongues and a rhythmic tempo of changing head angles. Her lips and tongue quickly mastered the superior craft, which many take years to learn. She became braver and braver as the kiss went on. She was leading rather than following and that increased Dylan’s effects. Her scent surrounded him, as did her taste, and he needed to be reintroduced to how she felt within his hands. He slowly moved his right hand from her face and moved it down to the rise of her chest. His hand molded to her left breast and he felt that familiar electric charge that occurred whenever Natalie was near. His strong fingers flexed and pressed, as her whole breast fit in his hand. He could feel her tightening nipple against his palm. He brought his fingers down and gently pinched. Natalie’s eyes shot open at his action, however, she did not withdraw from his mouth. And as Dylan watched her acceptance, he felt a smile spread across his mouth.

Oh my, all these sensations and feelings. Natalie was sure she had to be dreaming. This could not possibly be happening to her. No matter how many romance scenes she read or saw at the movies, she never thought she would feel what she was currently feeling. When his fingers pulled at her nipple, she could feel a jolt go right through her entire body. As Dylan’s hands started to roam from one breast to the other, he moved his mouth down her chin and rested on her neck. He nibbled and kissed, making Natalie want to curl her toes. As if this new sense of torture wasn’t bad enough, his mouth began to roam lower and he focused on the spot between her neck and shoulder. Her temperature rose and she was afraid she might combust. Between his mouth and his experienced hands, Natalie was sure her request would be fulfilled right here in the backseat. And right now, she was completely okay with that.

Natalie began taking more cues from Dylan. She started to let her hands roam over his muscular chest and up toward his finely carved shoulders. She hung on to him, as if he was a lifeline and she was in jeopardy of drowning.

If he thought she smelled good, it was nothing compared to her taste. The more Dylan wanted to slow down, the harder it was for him to stop. He sat there telling himself, one more minute; then one minute turned into ten.

Finally bringing himself to a halt before it went too far, Dylan pulled away, but not before he placed one last kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Well, I think that was very successful for our first session,” Dylan said, trying to bring his breathing back into check.

“Are we done?” Natalie asked, really hoping the answer was no.

Dylan chuckled at her apparent eagerness to continue. Part of him wanted to just pick up where they left off, but he refused to let their first time be in the backseat. However, if she were willing later on, he would not be against a good old rumble back here.

“Yes Natalie, I think we should end it here, before either of us has any regrets.”

“Oh . . .” Natalie said for lack of anything else.

“Come on let’s get you home, it’s getting late,” Dylan said, as he made his body follow through with what his brain was telling him, opposed to the message his cock was sending.

As they both climbed out of the back seat and resituated themselves in the front, Dylan started the car and pulled back onto the road. As they retraced their route back toward the restaurant, Natalie began to think how much she dreaded going back home to an empty house. She wished she had the courage to ask Dylan to stay with her, but she could not, especially after how quickly he ended their necking session.

Dylan drove paying close attention to the road. He hated that he wanted so badly to turn the car around and go right back up to that secluded little spot. That spot where only he and Natalie existed. Where he could let his hands roam, feel her soft skin, and let her sweet tight little body tell him all her sensitive areas. Where could he touch her that she would become unhinged? Would she bite down on the small soft lip of hers, or would she scream out his name? Would she want his fingers to torture her most special of places, or would she prefer his tongue? Dylan’s pants were beginning to become really uncomfortable, really fast.

Too soon, they were pulling back into her driveway and Dylan killed the engine. Neither of them made a move to exit the car. Finally realizing she would never be brash enough to ask him to stay, she put her hand on the door handle. Before she could open the door, Dylan’s arm shot out with lightning speed and grabbed her knee.

“Wait, Natalie, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Dylan asked quietly, suddenly feeling like a teenager, with all the nerves slicing through his body as he waited for her answer.

Thinking of how her previous plans had been cancelled, she faced him and answered, “No.”

“Good. I’d like to spend the whole day with you. Can you be ready by 8:00am?”

Suddenly anxious for tomorrow morning, Natalie agreed. Dylan assured her he would pick her up on the dot.

Natalie climbed out of the car and was surprised that Dylan did as well. He grabbed her hand and walked with her to her door. He stood back as he watched her unlock the less than security sound door.

“Thank you Dylan. It really was a nice date, especially being my first.”

“
Natalie, the date hasn’t ended until a good night kiss is given.” And with that Dylan leaned in and took possession of her mouth. It felt as if years had passed since they last touched lip to lip. Natalie clung to his forearms, as he held her face like it was the ultimate of treasures. Jeez, had she missed so much by this not being a part of her life? Or was it not always like this, was the magical effects purely Dylan? Natalie wanted to stay locked like this together but before she knew it, Dylan had once again pulled away.

“And that, Natalie, is a proper end to our date,” Dylan whispered against her lips, as she fixed her glasses that had once again, gone askew.

Slowly backing away and down the steps, Dylan waited until she had shut the door and turned off the ugly yellow bug light. He could see Natalie peeking out at him from behind the old lace curtains in the front picture window. Only when she finally backed away and turned out the interior light, did Dylan pull out and head to his own home. But when he pulled into his garage, he looked at the Cuda and for once had no yearning to work on it. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty with oil, or to assemble specialized pieces to make this rare driving machine closer to completion. All he wanted to do was head inside and get directly into bed. The sooner he went to sleep, the sooner Dylan would be able to see Natalie again. With that final fleeting thought, Dylan walked over to the shell of the great piece of American automotive craftsmanship and delved in where he left off last night. After all, he was Dylan Cross, the man who didn’t do permanent, and wanting to change his usual routine for another had permanence written all over it.

~SEVEN~

A
fter tossing and turning most of the night, Natalie decided it was time to get up. The rare snippets of sleep she got involved vivid dreams, showing a pure sinless damsel being deflowered, both erotically and sensually, by a ferocious beast. Looking at the bedside clock and realizing she had hours before Dylan would be arriving, she decided to attack her closet. Before she knew it, she had everything from her closet and dresser piled onto her bed. After feeling beautiful in her new clothing last night, Natalie was determined to rid herself of her previous unflattering, unappealing, dowdy, and ultimately dull wardrobe.

She bagged everything that she was purging herself of and was giving to Goodwill. Natalie looked at her few pairs of jeans, the couple of sweaters and one work dress, which remained. She realized that on her agenda for this weekend would be more shopping. But, it would need to be someplace more economical than the boutique from yesterday. She pulled on a pair of the jeans. As she slid them over her utilitarian white cotton underwear, she pledged to herself some new under garments would be purchased as well.

Natalie pulled on one of the sweaters and liked how the simple lavender color looked, casual, yet still girly. She applied a small amount of makeup and, once again, promised herself this would become part of her normal morning routine. Once she had carried the multiple bags out and placed them in her trunk, she went back in and decided a cup of tea and bowl of cereal were called for. As she turned the kettle on, she went over to grab a bowl out of the cupboard when she saw the roses. As beautiful as they were last night, they were absolutely stunning this morning. They smelled of sweetness and thoughtfulness. Still stunned that he bought them for her, she ran her fingers lightly over the delicate petals and imagined how wonderful it would be to receive such a thing often. She finished making her tea and ate her cereal standing while she leaned against the countertop. She had just placed the two empty dishes in the sink when the doorbell rang. Natalie walked over to the door and was completely surprised when it was not Dylan, but rather her brother Reginald.

“Reggie. What are you doing here? Is Mom ok?” Natalie asked, with dreadful thoughts running through her head.

“Yes, Mom is fine. I thought I would come by and pick up some of her things she may need,” he explained, as he took in his sister’s not usual choice of clothing. “What are you doing dressed like that?”

Natalie looked down at her attire and said with quite a bit of bite, “Dressed like what? I’m wearing perfectly acceptable clothes for a Saturday. And what do you mean things she needs? She took some things with her when she left with Sam and she said she would be giving me a list of things to bring over after she got settled.”

“Look Natalie, I don’t need to justify or explain shit to you. So, just get out of my way,” Reggie said, angered that she would speak to him like that or question his intentions.

Before Natalie could think of a retort, she heard, “Now is that anyway to talk to your sister Reggie?” Dylan spoke as he muscled his way into the tight doorway and stood next to Natalie.

“Dylan Cross, what the hell do you want?” Reggie snarled.

Dylan didn’t know why he didn’t put two and two together last night, he should have figured out that Natalie was the younger sister of the Parker boys. Reggie played football with Dylan and Seth back in their high school days. Dylan was the star quarterback and the talk of Vermont. He was assured spots on any college team of his choice along with receiving multiple NFL invitations. Until a freak tackle in senior year resulted in a torn right rotator cuff, quickly extinguishing his future football plans. The offers were withdrawn and the invitations stopped arriving. But not before he watched as bastards, like Reggie, got to ride the Cross coattails all through their high school football careers. When Dylan got injured Reggie, a mundane player, was more than happy to pick up the torch and become big man on campus. Dylan knew Reggie got a full football scholarship to Florida State, but was surprised when he came back to the area and chose to put down permanent roots. Especially since learning from Natalie, how uncivilized the Parker household was.