Just before Jeremy was about to drop his pants all the way to the floor, I got over my initial shock. I blurted out my objection and covered my eyes with my hand.
“Jeremy! Please! Put your clothes back on!”
“Are you sure you want me to?”
“Yes! Yes! Pull your pants back up!”
I put a second hand over my eyes, just in case. Like he did when we first met at Starbucks, Jeremy continued to speak to me in the same casual, chatty manner, as if completely unaware of his nakedness. Was he some sort of exhibitionist? A nudist?
“Eve, I see you drive a hard bargain. You’re a tough negotiator. OK, I’ll make you another deal, much more favorable to you this time. I’ll promise to go to church with you this Sunday and you can attempt to save my soul, if you’ll at least try on this lingerie I picked out for you.”
“OK, OK! I agree! Church this Sunday! Just put your pants back on!”
“Do I look that ugly to you, Eve?”
“Of course not. You’re very attractive…down there.”
“I am? Thank you, Eve. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Are your pants back on, Jeremy?”
“They are, Eve.”
I put my hands down and opened my eyes. He was back to normal, if you could consider being shirtless, with a towering erection pressing up on one’s pants normal. He might as well have been completely naked. I think I lost in the deal we made. He meets me at church on Sunday, but now I had to dress up in these skimpy, sexy clothes. Jeremy helped me carry the outfit into a large ornate bathroom and we laid the lingerie and shoes upon the long marble vanity countertop. I looked at Jeremy in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. He rested his large hands lightly on the back of my neck.
“Can I see what you look like if you let your hair down, Eve?”
I took a deep breath in and out and did what he asked before he became naked as a monkey again. I took a few hidden pins out and my hair cascaded down over my shoulders, covering my breasts and sides and falling down to the middle of my back.
“Oh my God, Eve, you have such long beautiful blond hair. It’s really quite fetching. You should always wear it down like this.”
Jeremy ran his fingers slowly through my hair, sweeping it over my left shoulder, the back of his hand brushing over the mound of my left breast.
“Now, I’m going to leave you alone for a minute so you can get dressed in private. There is also a little makeup and lip stick in the bathroom cabinet. I’d love to see how it looks on you. I’m sure it will only enhance your natural beauty.”
Then he leaned over and kissed me lightly on the right cheek and left the bathroom. I thought I might as well get this humiliating ordeal over with. I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra, looking at the rather ordinary size of my breasts. Cynthia’s breasts were a few cups sizes bigger than mine, although her hips were somewhat wider, not that it probably mattered to a virile guy like Jeremy. I’m sure he liked women of all shapes and sizes, I bet. I removed my skirt, panties and shoes and shimmied into the outfit, pulling up the stockings, attaching the straps to the garter belt and slipping into the camisole and thong. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked naked, very feminine and pretty, but naked nevertheless. I found the lipstick, mascara and eye shadow in the mirrored cabinet and applied the makeup. When I was finished I was shocked at how alluring I looked. My friends and family wouldn’t even recognize me. I felt different too, like a real warm-blooded woman for the first time in my life. There was a light tap and the door opened. Jeremy froze in the doorway, with his hand still on the knob when he saw me.
“Oh my God, Eve… You’re stunning. You’re making my heart beat fast…”
Like Cinderella, if she were a stripper, I slipped on my high heels and turned to face him, remembering too late that the opening of my vagina and both breasts were totally exposed. Jeremy walked across the floor, gazing at my body. He brushed his fingers through my hair and then wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed me tightly against his body and kissed me again, this time not caring that the full length of his erection pressed against my upper abdomen. I put my hands lightly around his waist and held them there. While kissing me with his tongue, he suddenly picked me up off the floor under my thighs and spread my legs apart. To keep from falling, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his back and linked my heels together.
He carried me out of the bathroom and laid me gently down on the bed. I didn’t resist, didn’t say a word, and couldn’t utter a sound. Kneeling on the bed directly in front of me, he kept both hands firmly on the back of my knees. He spread my thighs open and tilted my body back, while kissing down my neck. He made me moan when he took a mouthful of flesh from my throat and sucked it into his mouth. I shivered, feeling him suck the skin on my neck. It was a glorious, wonderful sensation. I felt moisture growing between my legs and a wet warm tingling sensation deep in the core of my womb. With his teeth he pulled the loose straps of my top over my shoulders and took the nipples of each my breasts in turn into his mouth and sucked passionately on them. He nibbled and sucked upon the rings of my breasts, until my tender aureoles became quite swollen and my nipples elongated and red from the attention. My breath shallow, my heart racing, and my head spinning, I felt Jeremy’s lips, tongue and teeth kiss, nip and lick their way over the mounds of my wet breasts, down my torso and below my naval. Then, Jeremy stole what breath I had left when he buried his warm wet mouth into the middle of the gap in my panties. He licked and kissed me in my most intimate spot like some kind of starving animal. He slid his hands down to my inner thighs and spread my legs apart as wide as they would go, licking on the unfurled lips of my sex. He found the most sensitive spot at the upper end of my vulva took the nub between his lips and sucked and sucked upon it. The muscles of my thighs quivered and trembled, beyond my control. As I let go, I moaned out loudly, repeating his name over and over, and experienced my first orgasm with Jeremy. I had never felt anything so exhilarating in my life.
I suppose our time was up because I heard the voice of Billingsley through the intercom asking Jeremy to meet a new guest back in the library. He ignored the summons, slipping out of his pants and placed his large erection directly over the outer lips of my sex. Without entering inside my vagina, he rapidly thrust his warm hard shaft over and over my slick outer folds, pressing his rounded tip down upon my moist clitoris. Once again I felt a release building from deep within me. It was a wonderful sensation. Every cell of my body was on fire and tingling.
With another uncontrolled tremor, I came a second time, moaning out his name several times, even louder than before. Could anyone hear me? You know what? I didn’t care. Jeremy had set me free. What an experience!
We heard the second summons. Jeremy leaned back and literally growled, pulling away from me and taking in deep breaths of air. He got up, unzipped this black bag on the vanity table and took out what looked like a diary and zipped it back up. I wondered what else was inside of it. He threw on his robe and held his hand out to me. I swung my legs off the bed, but I felt very light-headed and had to lean on Jeremy for support as we walked at a brisk pace back to the living room. When he caught his breath, he spoke.
“God, that was amazing, Eve, better than I ever imagined it could be. I told you sexual intercourse is overrated. I hope you had as good a time as I did. Are you OK?”
I nodded, biting my lower lip. More than OK, Jeremy.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go meet another guest. You’re welcome to spend the night here, in my bed or in a separate guest room, if you’d like. If you do decide to go, don’t forget to leave the address of the church on the table with the time we should meet on Sunday. I intend to keep my end of the bargain. I’m sorry if I got undressed in bed a moment ago and kissed you inappropriately, I just couldn’t help myself. I’m afraid I may have gotten a little carried away. I’m sorry, Eve, but I think I may have left a bit of a mark on your neck when I kissed you there a moment ago. Don’t worry. I’m sure it will go away in a few days. Eve, I can’t wait to see you again. You’re such a sexy woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if your lucky husband doesn’t eventually die in your arms one day. I nearly had a heart attack just now myself!”
As we entered the living room, Cynthia and another woman looked over at me with knowing smirks. I noticed them staring at my chest, and I realized in our rush to leave the bedroom, I had neglected to cover my breasts.
Embarrassed, I pulled the shoulder straps back up and lifted the gauzy material back over my swollen nipples. Jeremy seated me on a couch and handed me the diary he had taken out of the black bag and an expensive pen clipped to the cover.
“Here is a journal for you to write in and some other surprises. Bring the bag next Friday and we can try out some of the things I bought for you.”
“Can I leave the bag here, Jeremy? I live with my parents and I know my Mom will snoop around in my room and find it.”
“Certainly. I’ll leave it in your room here. By the way, if you ever need to get away from your house or and need some privacy, please feel free to crash here, if you need to Eve.”
“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
“And don’t forget to leave me the address of the church, so I can meet you on Sunday, like I promised.”
“I won’t.”
“Do you have time to meet me later in the week?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll have to check my work schedule.”
“Where do you work?”
“At TGIF, on Rockville Pike.”
“Really! I go in there all the time. Why haven’t I seen you there before?”
“I just started recently.”
Mr. Billingsley’s voice summoned Jeremy again.
“Master Jeremy, your new guest is waiting.”
“I’ve got to go, Eve.”
Jeremy kissed my cheek and I closed my eyes.
“I can’t wait to see you again…” he whispered in my ear.
When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
In conclusion, all I can think to say is this. Thank you, Jeremy. You’ve made my first sexual experience overwhelmingly beautiful. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. You’ve changed everything, like a meteorite soaring down from the Heavens, shooting through the sky in a streak of smoke and bursting my life into flames. Into brilliant, beautiful, all-consuming flames. I came to your Harem to save you, but you ended up saving me.
Jeremy.
My friend.
My lover.
My Lord and Master…
Chapter Six
Cynthia
Ok girls, I’m back and here’s the dish. I arrived at the Rockville Harem Friday night, a few minutes before 9 and rang the doorbell. This odd-looking butler guy, who introduced himself as Billingsley, ushered me through the foyer, down a paneled corridor and into a vast impressive library. I noticed all the classics of English literature that I loved, bound in expensive hardback covers. How lovely. An American man who likes to read! I thought they’d gone extinct a long time ago. There must be at least one left in the world. I love you already Jeremy, so much my heart is about to break.
I sat down on a leather sofa and the weird old servant handed me some kind of contract. I scanned it quickly, signed it and put it aside. The guy took it away and left the room briefly. Hey, Jeremy, you reeled in a live, if fat one! Billingsley came back in a minute later and handed me a copy of the contract. I left it on the side table. The butler dude left, telling me Jeremy will be with me shortly.
As I was waiting, the doorbell rang and this mousy, conservatively dressed woman entered the library with Billingsley. What in the world was she doing here? She smiled at me, like she was the official greeter of all the new PTA members. If she’s my only competition vying for the affection of Jeremy, I’m not too worried. I may be overweight, but that slender stick of a girl looked like she’d be a cold fish in bed. Her blonde hair was all tied up in a bun on top of her head like a spinster.
The mousy girl smiled at me. I felt bad for being so catty so I smiled back at her. Oh crap. Actually she had a pretty face and a well-endowed attractive body. And she was skinny, the goddamn little bitch! She was pretty too, but with her lost look and trembling hands she looked like she just wandered out of the door of a mental asylum. Still, with this kind of competition, I better put out with Jeremy tonight. When was my last period?
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the weird mousy girl staring at her contract and reading it over and over, holding the pen, but not signing it. She seemed to be caught up in some moral dilemma, a great spiritual conflict.
Listen, sister, it all boils down to this. There are just two choices, option A or option B. Option A: I want the hunky guy to knock my lights out. Option B: I don’t want the hunky guy to knock my lights out. If you pick option A, sign on the dotted line. If you choose Option B, there’s the door, adios. At the Rockville Harem, it’s simple, yet direct, like the prose of Hemingway.
So as they say, the early bird catches the worm and Jeremy, my luscious worm, arrived in the library with a serious case of bed head, looking and smelling freshly fucked, the slut. He had slapped on some of his signature cologne to cover up the raw smell of sex, but it didn’t completely mask the odor of his last client’s cha-cha. Oh well. I suppose I’ll be getting sloppy seconds. I hope he has something left in the tank for me. Bye, mousy girl. First come, first served. I hope you figure out a way to catch your share of the cheese. Jeremy grabbed my hand and whisked me out of there. On the way to our “room”, he put his arm around the blubber on my waist.
“I’m so glad you came, Cynthia.”
My mouth always got me in trouble. Sometimes things just slip out of my pie hole, unbidden.
“You haven’t made me come yet, Jeremy.”
Jeremy gave me a deep-throated chuckle and squeezed me tighter around my spare tire. That’s right, Jeremy. I’m a sex kitten and not a chicken-shit. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushing, right? Despite my bravura, I started to get nervous. Suddenly I wanted to get the hell out of there. We kept walking.