Authors: Dee Dawning
As we entered the bedroom I explained,
"Laurel and I spent the day at a spa and guess what?"
"
I'm sure I don't know, but from the way you're acting I'd guess you got that Brazilian wax treatment you've been threatening to get for months."
Was I disappointed? Of course, but I was also pleased. I stood in front of him and pinched his nose as he lifted my skirt and started to drag my panties down.
"You're just too smart for your own good, doctor. Maybe that's why I love you."
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And you are too sexy for your own good and that is why I love you. Mmmm. Look at this? It's all red." He touched me. "It's warm too. Let me lick it better."
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Seth, the sex crazed doctor."
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Only with you baby and the doctor prescribes copious amounts of cooling saliva upon the injured area." He stuck out his long tongue, wiggling it, slowly heading in the direction of my suddenly sodden pussy.
I reciprocated by edging in toward him.
"You are evil."
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I know and you love it."
My cell phone rang.
"Let it ring."
I wanted to. I wanted that tongue bad.
"I can't. It could be your mother—the kids."
He groaned as I kicked the panties around my ankles off and pulled down my skirt. I reached in my purse, which I
'd set on the nightstand, grasped the ringing phone and quickly flipped open the cover.
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Hello."
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Hi Baby. It's Dad. I didn't disturb anything, did I?"
Only a little blissful oral sex.
"Of course not! Nice of you to call."
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I've been meaning to ring you, but this isn't a social call."
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Oh?"
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No. Laurel just visited me. She's very conflicted about this young man."
I shooed Seth over. He flashed a disgusted look, but moved and I sat on the bed.
"I know. I met him. I like him. I think he'll be good for her."
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That's what she said. That you seem to be pushing him on her."
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Daddy, I don't have to push very hard. I know they've only known each other a short time, but she is enthralled by him. And frankly, he seems every bit as beguiled by her."
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I know. They even slept together."
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She told you that?"
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You know Laurel. She's an open book. After I figured it out she admitted it. That bothers me some, but not as much as the fact she can't remember."
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Why Daddy?"
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Something bad must have happened for her subconscious to expunge the memory."
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Daddy. I think we better talk. I'll be there at eleven tomorrow. And don't make lemonade."
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I thought you like my lemonade."
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I do but for this discussion, coffee is in order. Oh. One more thing Daddy."
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What Sweetheart?"
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Julian reminds me of you."
Chapter Seven – Laurel does it (sort of)
"Thou art to me a delicious torment."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
I
closed the lid on the cauliflower, flung off the apron and raced to the door. Peeking through the peephole confirmed my expectation. It was her. I yanked the door open, stepped outside, directly in front of her and taking her in my arms, kissed her madly.
Coming up for breath and backing away slightly, she sighed,
"Wow. That was some greeting."
Smiling, I took hold of her hand and led her inside.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I haven't seen you for ten and a half hours. You monopolized my thoughts all day." I lifted her hand as I bent down and kissed it.
"
I missed you too."
I broke an awkward moment by shrugging and asking,
"So would you like a glass of wine? Oh that's right, no wine or alcohol."
* * * *
A flash of heat surged though me. Darn, once again my body betrayed me at the mere suggestion of what I'd planned tonight. I smiled at Julian. "It's alright a glass of wine would be nice. Could you water it down though?"
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Sure have a seat, dinner will be right up." I sat on the couch and he turned to go into his kitchen. All of a sudden, he stopped and turned back toward me. "If you would like, I could add sparkling water and make it a spritzer?"
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That sounds nice."
He started to turn again.
"Julian, before you leave. There is something I should tell you."
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Yes."
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I know it was my idea to make love tonight, but I'm afraid I've gone and done something that is going to cause us to postpone it, if you want to do it at all."
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Why's that sweetheart?"
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Tess and I went to your sister's spa this afternoon."
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Yes."
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I wasn't using my head and to make a long story short I got a Brazilian wax and well…"
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I know what you're going to say. You're a little raw. It doesn't matter. We can take it easy or we don't have to do anything. I love your company. Let me get dinner up and afterward we can talk about it."
Dinner was delicious. Julian is a fantastic cook. After dinner, Julian made coffee. We had coffee and dessert—homemade lemon bars in the living room on the couch. We talked. He told funny stories about his work and I told him about our day at the spa. I mentioned my meeting with father and how he wanted to meet him. Then I asked him about Sarah. He didn't really want to talk about her.
He set his coffee down on the coffee table and took my hands. "Damn, I wish she hadn't told you. I actually liked Sarah. Not like I do you, but enough that I would have kept seeing her if she hadn't become so needy. She became possessive, buying me presents, dropping in, trying to monopolize my time."
"Sounds like "Fatal Attraction.'"
"No, I'm still alive. Luckily, she wasn't like that. We had a talk. I told her she was a great gal, but too old for me."
"Well, I'm glad, 'cause now I have a shot at you."
Did I just say that?
He laughed. "You have better than a shot. Is thirty-six hours enough time to fall in love?"
Love? He's talking love and I'm committed to God
. Then I remembered—he took my virginity. "I hope so since we had sex after what, fourteen hours?"
His bright smile faded as his gaze lowered. "Yeah right. There's something I should tell you."
"And there's something I should tell you. Tess got a wax job also and she told me that her you know where, was too sore for sex, so she and Seth were going to have oral sex. We could try that tonight and maybe by tomorrow I could find out what it's like to have you inside me."
"That's one of the things I wanted to discuss with you."
I didn't respond, but my eyes urged him to continue.
He pursed his lips as he framed his words, "I feel a little uncomfortable having sex just so you could see what you missed. It's just not romantic."
"That's easy for you to say seeing as how you didn't miss a thing. What reason should I have for having sex with you?"
I could tell that fine mind of his was working as he stared off up toward the ceiling. "That you feel close to me. So close that you want to share the closest, most intimate thing in the world with me."
My eyebrows rose even as my eyes narrowed. "Is that why you had sex with Sarah and other girls?"
His beautiful, silver blue eyes showed conflicted frustration. He blushed. Then he smiled and his silver tongue flowed, "No, I was filling a physical need, but with you it's different. When I first saw and talked with you, it was like my life, which had been on hold, was finally starting. It was as if what had happened before I met you had lost most of its importance and only you and life with you from this point on really mattered. Does that make sense?"
I had to admit it made sense because I felt the exact same way.
What am I to do? I need to talk with Mother Superior or Father Brennen. But not until Julian and I make love again. I want to confess all my sins.
"You misunderstand my motives. I want to be intimate with you, because I need to know if what I'm experiencing is real. I need to feel you inside me, to be an extension of you. All sleeping with you last night did was speed things up." I rose and took his hand. "My sister says oral sex is just as good as intercourse. I'd like to find out. You're the experienced one. I'm counting on you. Will you show me how?"
Julian rose and placed one hand behind my thighs, the other behind my back and swooped me into his arms. My heart fluttered as he carried me toward his bedroom. I wrapped my arm around his neck as we passed through the portal to the room we'd made love in last night.
He set me beside the large bed with his arms still wrapped around me. As he leaned his head down to for a kiss, I raised up on my toes to meet those luscious lips. His lips pecked mine gently two or three times, then I felt his silky, moist tongue traversing the groove between my lips.
I sighed, parting my lips and teeth as if it was a symbol of his seduction and my submission.
His tongue slipped into the opening and swirled across the length and breadth of my mouth.
The warmth I felt was overpowering, but I welcomed it. My vagina was getting warm, too
…and damp. Our kiss in the museum came back to me as his large hands took hold of my breasts and squeezed. After I regained the breath I'd lost, I begged him, "Undress me, please."
He chuckled and backed away staring at me with a naughty sparkle in his eye. "With pleasure." His hands released my breasts and grasped the hem of my sweater, raising it until it had cleared my hair. My pulse raced as he bent down to my neck, where his lips perforated it with tiny wet spots while his clever fingers maneuvered the clasp of my bra. When he'd succeeded, my bra fell loose and fresh air assaulted my nipples. Stepping back he pulled the straps over my arms. Topless, his steel blue eyes gaped at my naked breasts, hardening my nipples and pebbling my areolas even more than the cool currents had.
My heart raced as a large hand surrounded each breast and squeezed softly.
"I have never beheld such beautiful breasts." As his thumbs began to pleasure my jutting nipples by circling each nipple, a tingly feeling teased my clitoris. He smiled and leaned his head down. Topless, I closed my eyes and readied myself for a new extraordinary sensation
—a man suckling upon my nipples. I fought off the dizziness, but not the pleasure I felt by grasping the bulge in his pants. Pausing at my nipple, he gasped loudly. I liked it. I wanted to make him gasp more, so I undid his belt and unzipped him.
With his mouth now entertaining my second nipple, shivers ran through me as he unzipped my skirt and together, dragged my panties and skirt down to my knees. As I reached into his fly and retrieved his rigid cock, he reached between my legs and a talented finger touched my clit. I nearly jumped through the roof at the extremely strong feeling that his finger sent coursing through me.
Not to be outdone, Julian groaned loudly as I squeezed and stroked him.
Tess was right. Sex was indeed wonderful with someone you love.
A pang of regret flowed through me when Julian's mouth left my breast. He straightened up, his head bending back. "Oh God, that feels good."
I loved making him feel good. He sighed as I kissed his nipple. Even that seemed to excite him.
I asked, "What else can I do. Should I take you in my mouth? You'll have to tell me how to do it." His head came forward and his fierce gaze met mine. "Yes, I'd like that, but first I must lick the juices from your sexy, smooth pussy."
I know I blushed, at his vivid description of what wanted to do to me. However, picturing his beautiful face between my thighs, while his tongue worked it's magic on my most personal of all possessions, caused chills to run up my spine. I couldn't yet imagine what it would feel like, but it sure looked sexy.
Grasping my shoulders, Julian gently pushed me back until my naked rear rested on the bed. After pushing me down onto my back, he reached down and removed the last of my clothing—my skirt, and panties, which had wrapped around my knees and my shoes. I was aware of being naked in front of a man for only the second time in my life. I would have expected to be embarrassed, but instead, I gloried in my exposure. I loved the way his eyes seared my body and when he got onto his knees and spread my legs, a tingle of lusty expectation coursed through me.
"You are beautiful. Every inch of you is exquisite. The petals of your sweet
cunt
even remind me of a blossom."
I know I turned red. I couldn't believe he said cunt, but
the audacity of using that forbidden word turned me on even more.