Undying Love (6 page)

My eyes widened. “Like what?”

She drained her wine. “Oh, just some crap I don’t want to think about.” Her eyes darted to the right. “Hey, look, here come the chicken potpies.”

She was obviously glad to change the subject. And I wasn’t about to pursue an obviously sensitive issue this early on in the game. We both dug into the steaming dishes. I admired the gusto with which she devoured her crusty pie. So unlike Charlotte, who picked at her food (usually meager salads) like a bird. She even wiped the bottom clean with a chunk of bread.

“Dessert?” I asked.

“Sure… if we split it.”

I ordered one of those delicious hot fudge sundaes that I so fondly remembered from my childhood. When the waiter set it down on our table, my eyes widened. It looked to be everything I remembered it to be. A mouthwatering, overflowing glass of vanilla ice cream, gooey fudge, and whipped cream.

“Do you want the cherry?” I asked Allee, remembering how my sister and I used to fight over it.

“Nope.” She lifted the bright red candied fruit off the heap of whipped cream by its stem and then twirled it around. “Open your mouth,” she ordered.

Taken aback, I did as she asked. She sensuously brushed the cherry around my lips and then dropped it into my mouth. “Swallow.”

Another command. I swallowed it whole. Jesus! The cherry thing was having a strange effect on me. I was getting a serious hard on! Plus, it gave me X-ray vision. I could see Allee’s tits right through her blazer and blouse. They were full and firm, dotted with rosebuds the diameter of the cherry I’d just consumed. I had the insatiable urge to tear off her uniform, lather the whipped cream all over her breasts and then lick it off.

“What are you waiting for, Madewell?” she said. Holy fuck! Was she a mind reader?

Her lips curled up into a saucy, dimpled smile that made me want her more. “The ice cream’s gonna melt.”

I was what was melting. Distracted by my arousal, I dug one of the long sundae spoons deep into the mountain of whipped cream and scooped up a heaping of vanilla ice cream that was dripping with rich chocolate fudge.

“Taste,” I said. My turn to be in charge.

She parted her lush lips, and I slipped the spoon into her mouth. She clamped her lips over the spoon and moaned. It was such a deep, sensual sound that I felt my erection press against my jeans.

After savoring the creamy ice cream a little longer, she spread her lips. I slowly glided out the spoon.

“Mmm. That was so good.”

“Let me give you another taste.” I was getting off on feeding her.

“No, Madewell. Let me feed you.” She reached for the other spoon and filled my mouth with a heaping portion of the hot fudge sundae. It was every bit as good as I remembered it. My eyes met Allee’s. There was only one thing my mouth watered for more —her velvety tongue.

We continued this sensuous back and forth feeding until we were scraping the bottom of the sundae glass. I don’t think I had ever shared a dessert with Charlotte as long as I’d known her.

Before the check came, I asked Allee if she wanted anything else.

“Yes.” She smiled wickedly.

A coffee?

“I want to suck you, Madewell.”

The temperature in the restaurant suddenly rose ten degrees, and my already hard cock boinged under my jeans.

My eyes stayed wide as she gracefully slid under the table. I squirmed as she unzipped my fly. My dick shot out. She wrapped her moist, sweet lips around the crown and rolled her tongue, chilled from the ice cream, around it. Holy shit! She knew how to give good head! Slowly, her mouth descended on the thick hard shaft. I could feel my cock growing bigger, filling the hollows of her cheeks. I was shocked by how much of me she could take in. When she reached the base, she slid her mouth back up and then right back down, her velvety tongue trailing along the back of the shaft. I arched my back and dug my fingers into the leather banquet. The elderly woman in the booth next to ours looked away from her book and eyed me strangely. God knows what she was thinking. As Allee went down on me again, I chewed my lip to stifle a groan. She picked up her pace, exerting gentle pressure with her teeth. My cock was throbbing. A tingling feeling spread from my head to my toes, and my face felt flush. The pressure was quickly becoming unbearable. I was building to a climax. On her next visit to my crown, her tongue flicked the tip. I helplessly could not hold off. My cock spasmed, and I pumped into her mouth with a hiss of relief. She lapped up my release with her tongue as if were creamy, flavorful ice cream. Jesus. I had just gone to heaven. Charlotte had never done this to me. Never. She actually found oral sex repulsive. With a final titillating lick of my dick, Allee zipped up my fly and magically reappeared, her glasses perched atop her head. The little old lady across the way gaped, like she was about to have a coronary. Allee licked her upper lip and shot her a wicked smile. I stifled my laughter.

Man, this girl was too much. The check came before I could say a word. “Let me take care of dinner.” That was the least thing I could do for the mind-blowing blow job she’d given me. She reached for it before I could and, from her purse, pulled out two crisp twenty-dollar bills. “My treat,” she said brightly.

I thought about asking her to spend the night but, in the end, decided against it. Despite the outrageous blow job and my thirst for more of her, it felt too premature. I needed to slow things down, get to know her better, and wrap my head around this new relationship that was taking me to places I’d never been.

“Where do you live?” I asked once we were back on the city streets.

“Queens.” Just as I suspected.

“Can I take you home?”

“Nah. I’ll just take the subway.”

I didn’t like the idea of her going home by herself even though it wasn’t that late. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, Golden Boy.”

I ended up walking her to the subway station. She walked briskly and deliberately stayed a distance away from me, making it difficult for me to hold her hand or wrap my arm around her. Man, she was a hard one to figure out. One minute she was down on me, the next almost a stranger.

At the entrance to the subway, I gripped her by the shoulders and flipped her around so that she was facing me. A saucy, dimpled smile played on her face. Balls! It turned me on.

“Can I see you tomorrow night?” I asked.

“Maybe. I work some nights to help pay off my college loan and some other bills. It’s one of those jobs where I’m on call. Sometimes I know in advance, and sometimes it’s last minute.”

“What do you do?” I asked, intrigued and sorry that she had to work two jobs.

“I’m a masseuse.”

“That figures.” The memory of her delicious massage flashed into my head. I suddenly yearned to have her hands all over me. And her tongue.

“I’ll call you in the morning. What’s the best way to reach you?”

“Just call the museum. They’ll get a message to me, and I’ll call you back.”

I leaned in to kiss her but before my lips could reach hers, she gave me a peck on my cheek. “Keep your pants on, Madewell.” With that, she flew down the steps to the subway.

SIX

I
woke up in the morning with another boner. I’d dreamt once again about fucking Allee’s brains out. This time she came around me with multiple orgasms. After kicking my covers off, I jerked off, peed, showered, shaved, and got dressed. In that order. Before I left for work, I peeled the Band-Aid off my wound. I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror. The nasty gash was already healing. With luck, there wouldn’t be a scar to leave me with the memory of Charlotte written on my face for the rest of my life.

What surprised me most, however, about my reflection, was that I looked refreshed and relaxed. My bickering with Charlotte and sleepless nights had taken their toll. But this morning, for the first time in a long while, my blue-green eyes twinkled, and the dark circles beneath them had faded. What an effect this strange girl was having on me. I couldn’t wait to see her again. Hopefully, she would be free tonight.

“Where were you last night, dude?” asked Duffy when I got into the office. “We missed you.”

For a minute, I was perplexed, but then I remembered I had missed my weekly poker game with Duffy and a bunch of guys I’d bonded with at my health club.

“Something came up,” I mumbled.

“Hot date?”

A sly smile whipped across my face. He read my lips.

Duffy chortled and we both got down to work. I reviewed a couple of articles, and just before noon, I called the Met and left a message for Allee. Fifteen minutes later, she called me back.

“Well, are we on for tonight?”

“Not sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“One of my regular clients may need to switch his standing appointment to this evening. I’ll know by five.”

Balls! I was going to have to wait the rest of the day to find out if I could see her. My dick could fall off in the meantime.

I impatiently tapped my pen on my desk. “Call me as soon as you know.”

“I will.” She hung up on me before I could say goodbye. She could be so irritating. And distracting. It was hard for me to focus on my work when she was all I could think about.

To make matters worse, Charlotte left me five messages on my cell phone in addition to several more via text. The last one was a shouty, all-caps, CALL ME NOW! After some deliberation, I chose not to call her.

At 5:15, my cell phone rang. Charlotte? I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the Met’s main number on my caller ID screen. For sure, it was Allee. I eagerly swept my index finger across “answer.”

“I can see you,” she rasped before I could say “hi.”

“Great.” I had done some research. The Walter Reade Theater at Lincoln Center was doing a retrospective of Paris-based films. I was positive that this would appeal to her, so I’d reserved two tickets online.

“I’ll pay you back for my ticket,” she said after I told her about the plan for tonight.

I rolled my eyes, but there was no point in arguing with her. She simply didn’t like to take anything material from me. I’d just have to give into her quirkiness—probably some kind of power play—although during the day I had fantasized taking her shopping at Barneys and buying her a wardrobe of fabulous designer dresses that would show off her amazing body. Wishful thinking!

“I’ll pick you up the same time, same place as yesterday.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll meet you at the theater at 7:30.” CLICK. She hung up on me.

Man, she was infuriating.

Infused with nervous energy, I left my office early and headed over to my health club. I did forty-five minutes on the treadmill and another thirty lifting weights. I worked myself hard. My body showed it; sweat glistened on my well-toned muscles. I felt pumped. After a hot shower, I had Marcus take me to Lincoln Center.

With the tickets in hand, I stood outside the bustling Walter Reade Theater, eagerly waiting for Allee. The temperature had dropped considerably, and I was glad that I had worn my overcoat. I put my hands in my pockets to stay warm.