It Could Happen (6)
As we walk in, I’m glad I had just given my place a thorough cleaning. At least, I know I don’t have to run around picking up bits of clothing that had blended with the décor during my months of depression. Like most people, Jill’s eyes are immediately drawn to my entertainment center. She gives a little gasp and heads in that direction.
“What are you, a music store?” She exclaimed, flicking through one of the wall-to-wall CD racks. “You must have every album ever released.”
“Well…hardly.” I followed as she moved through the racks.
“How do you decide what to play? It looks like it would take a year to listen to all of them!” Jill turns to me with a look of amazement.
“It kinda depends on my mood. There’s always a song that says something I want – or need – to hear…and I have a computer database that helps me find it.” I pick up a remote controller. “Sometimes, I don’t need to hear any words,” I hit a button, and the haunting sound of a saxophone emerges from my recessed speakers. I pull Jill into my arms lower and my lips to hers…it’s been a while since the last kiss. But Jill leans back and smiles.
“Got anything to drink?” Oh well. She did say she’d let me know.
“White wine Ok? I ask, moving into the kitchen.
“Sounds good.”
******
When I return with the wine, Jill is sitting on the carpet, with her head on the seat of the couch behind her. Her eyes are closed, and she has this sort of half-smile on her face. I put the drinks down on the table beside her, and join her on the floor.
“I love this song.” She says, turning to me after picking up her glass.
I can’t help but agree. ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’ gets me every time, even when it’s an instrumental version like right now. “Hoping, believing, wishing…it’s a bittersweet experience for me. Somehow fills me with longing, and saddens me at the same time. I love it too.” I smile at her.
Jill is quiet for a moment. “So you talk that way even when you’re not on the air, huh?”
“I guess. Anyway, I don’t play any song that doesn’t first do to me what I want it to do to others.”
She puts her drink down and cuddles up to me. I put an arm around her, and gently kiss her forehead. She sighs…I hope contentedly, because that’s how I’m feeling right now. I kiss her again and she leans back to offer her lips to mine. It feels like a first kiss, with so much more to come. Jill moans softly, triggering intense longing in me…I want to feel and know every part of her body.
I ease her back unto the floor, breaking away for a moment to gaze at this…woman. This beautiful being who is looking back at me with eyes that foretell her own desire and passion. I draw patterns on her face, first with my fingers and then with my mouth. Her breath grows ragged.
“Come here…” she pulls me back to her lips. I willingly return to their soft possession.
Her tongue takes the lead and I am eager to follow. My body is rocked by spasms as I imagine that tongue making its presence felt between my thighs. I need to feel more, so much more.
“Jill,” I breathe against her lips. “Jill…I need…I want--”
“I know…me too. Help me get this off…”
She reaches for the buttons on my shirt and even manages to get a few buttons open before I simply yank it over my head. I slip my bra off as well, while she takes off her top. My gaze is fixed on her when her bra comes off. A pulse beats in my head, matching the rhythm in my pussy.
******
Jill watches me watching her. Watches as I lean over her again. Now she’s looking at my breasts. I feel my nipples constrict even more under her gaze. I kiss her neck, then skirt around her breasts to run my tongue over her stomach. I lay my cheek on her for a second, and feel her muscles clenching as she thrusts her pelvis against me. I want her to want me like I want her.
Finally, I can’t wait anymore. Thoughts of skillfully stroking her desire go out the window as my hands hurriedly cup her breasts. Jill moans in satisfied heat when my fingers tug and twist on her nipples. Her hands urge my face down to her. I lick her breasts in succession before latching on possessively to the object of my desire. I am entranced by her response to every nip, every touch, every squeeze. I am born anew, feasting on the first source of sustenance.
Jill’s thighs are fused with mine, grinding and thrusting in a frantic expression of want. I pull away from her. She looks up at me, and with a groan takes my hovering breasts into her hands. Yes. Take whatever you want of me.
I brace myself on my hands, bringing a knee up between her thighs. Letting her imprint her secret place on me. I can feel her wetness seeping through her slacks, as the scent of arousal thickens the air. So I reach between us to replace my knee with fingers that were made for this moment. I cup her pussy and her thighs clamp tightly on my hand. I feel the heat…the damp. She is whimpering now. I close my eyes, letting my fingers give me sight.
******
My free hand moves down to undo her pants, and that’s when Jill freezes. She stills my fingers with hers and releases my captive hand from the cocoon of warmth that flowed from her flesh. I close my eyes. Trying to understand, trying to breathe, trying to fight the ache of desire that has gone from sweet torture to pure pain.
I drop from my perch and roll over to lie on my back beside her.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to take it that far.” I say this looking up at the ceiling. Lying beside me is a half-naked woman my body still wants to sing to. So, I look up.
Jill props herself up on her elbow and takes my hand in hers. She kisses and lifts it to her cheek. The tenderness threatens to undo me. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Danny. I obviously want you too…more than you know.”
I turn to her then, watching as her eyes take in my face, my breasts…all of me.
“Danny, I want you to make love to me…to touch me. Your hands…your mouth…I need to feel you in me….”
“But?” I prompt.
“But it’s like you said before. I want to see if there’s more than this. Although I can tell this would be beautiful too.”
Sometimes, it sucks to agree.
“I should have kept my mouth shut.” I grin at her.
She kisses me…not a chaste kiss, but definitely not up to par with a few minutes before. “I’m glad you didn’t. And I’m not at all sorry about what just happened. We don’t have to take baby steps, but there are a few rungs to climb yet.”
I get up and pick up discarded clothing, then drag Jill to her feet while chanting words of wisdom in my head. You know, stuff like ‘Do not pay attention to the breasts right in front of you. Step away from the breasts right in front of you. Do not touch the nipples on the breasts right in front of you..’ Didn’t quite work. I reach out and make like a human bra. She bites her lip as I pull her close.
“Jill…” I speak into her ear. “Why don’t you cover these up before I change both our minds?”
She laughs and pushes me away.
“I also think we should go for a walk or something.” I conclude.
“That’s an exceptionally bright idea, Ms West.”.
