Belinda

After being out of work for some while, I managed to land a telecommuting job.

That worked quite nicely for me.

Except for the fact that, once a month, I was required to be in the office in person - in Indiana. I live in New York.

It wasn't ideal, but the pay, and the convenience of working from home, more than made up for it. The costs of travel to the office were covered - all I was required to "pay" was time.

My orientation was entirely online, or over the phone. My first month was entirely spent working from home. I loved it!

The time came, however, to head into the main office, in Indiana. You might think companies would be headquartered in New York City, in Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas - many are, but it's a big country. This company, so willing to pay me for my services, was in Indiana.

Vienna, precisely.

Vienna lies upon Indiana Route 356. It's a small town, not far from the Kentucky border, and a short drive from the Scottsburg Airport - quite convenient for my purposes, as my local, small, airport offered flights directly to it.

It once boasted a larger population, but that apparently changed when the railroad arrived in what's now known as Scottsburg.

In fact, the closest hotels to Vienna are in Scottsburg.

So it was in Scottsburg I made my reservation.

I stayed in a hotel not far off of Interstate 65. The name doesn't matter - it's one of several budget hotels. The company I work for was doing well enough, but, really, there wasn't a Hilton in the first place.

The flight was unremarkable. I wasn't groped. There was no in-flight movie, being a small, local, airline. I read the entire time.

I arrived, arranged for the car I would be driving during my stay, and checked into the hotel.

My evening was uneventful. I alternately read and watched TV.

The in-office meeting was early. I haven't been a morning person for years. But I slogged it out, awoke, managed to somehow swallow breakfast - or, at least, coffee - and make it to the office in time, with minutes to spare.

The meeting was boring. Database structure. Business logic. Plans for expanding our front-end; for expanding our back-end.

I chimed in as necessary, but it was rarely necessary. I pride myself on reports, and fully commenting my code!

I was done for the day in the early afternoon. I hadn't been expecting this. I was in town for most of the week, and expected to be tied up on business the entire time.

I had time to kill, and didn't know the area in the least.

As it happens, an old friend lived in Scottsburg. I had mentioned to her I'd be in the area, but had added that I probably would be swamped the entire time. Now, I had 10 hours to fill.

So I called her up, and said so.

"Belinda, hey, it's Nick! Turns out I actually have free time today. Maybe tomorrow, I dunno. But if you want to get together today, well, I'm free."

"Hi Nick! I'd love to, but I have PTA tonight. Tomorrow? I'm free once my husband gets home, really. Say six?"

I said "I'll let you know. Meeting could run late, but if tomorrow is any clue, I should be out long before. I'll call you once I know."

"Ok. It's great to hear from you. See you soon, hopefully."

I hanged up.

It was a long evening. I didn't feel like venturing out, even for coffee, so I stayed in my room all night, and again read and watched TV. I think I fell asleep by 10.

The next day, it was bright and early as before. The meeting went roughly the same. Why was I there? Yes, the database was normalized; the local admin and I had analyzed it, and were confident it was optimized. No, we weren't fully up to spec in every browser, but I was working with the other devs to fix that. And so on.

We once again broke before the afternoon.

I called up Bel.

"Hey, I'm actually free at 4 or so. I can meet you in town by 5. That work?"

"Sure! I just need to know where I'm going."

I met Bel at about 5:30 at Jendy's Pizzeria, on Main. Can you ever go wrong with pizza?

We split a pie. No, she's not a pig - she just had a couple slices. I ate three or four. Once upon a time, I could've eaten the entire thing - age creeps up on you. The rest was going to be my late night snack.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, about ten years?"

"No, longer. I saw you, uh, 12 years ago? Maybe? I was still dating my ex at the time, and that was forever ago!"

"Well, me too. Weird, isn't it?"

"What's weird?"

"Well, that I was dating your ex's friend."

"I guess. 3000 miles is a long way. But I thought you meant just how long it's been, and how we're still friends despite it all."

"That too."

She smiled.

We sat in silence for a bit.

What did I have to talk about? I had a job again, which was good. But she already knew all about it. Nothing was new on the domestic front. No kids yet. We were working on a new place... but nothing fascinating yet.

I guess she must have felt the same. We sat, looking around, exchanging small talk.

Seven o'clock rolled around.

I spoke.

"Good pizza. I didn't think Indiana could hack it."

"I've never really had New York pizza, but I think it beats New Jersey pizza anyday."

"Could be! Never had Jersey pizza. Anyway, I suppose I should let you get home."

She scoffed at me: "Home? I haven't seen you in a decade. We should get a bit more time in!"

I smiled at her. I said "I guess so."

I thought briefly, and came up empty. "But what did you have in mind? Movies? Uh, cards at your place or something?"

I guess I wasn't the only one without ideas. "Uh... I'm not sure, actually. Do you bowl?"

Sometimes. But I'm not much of a bowler. I told her so.

"Well, I'm out of ideas."

And she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Some help you are!", I cried at her.

I had watched a rented movie at the hotel the last night. I mentioned it, and told her if she felt like it we could just watch some random movie or another there, if she was ok with it.

"If I'm ok with it? I do believe you intend to besmirch my honor!"

She stuck her tongue out at me again.

So, we went to my hotel room to watch a movie or two. She called home, and told her husband she was out with me. I was surprised that there seemed to be no friction that Bel was coming with me to my hotel room.

I had - the company had - reserved a room with a single bed, no chair. Not surprising; I think all the hotels in the area would have only single beds as options. So we sat side by side on the bed, watching a movie that we agreed on. Neither one of us was really interested in it - we compromised on a choice, but I didn't watch many movies, and surprisingly to me, neither did she.

Instead, we joked throughout it.

It was a romantic comedy. I had no trouble making jokes at nearly every scene. I think my jokes are usually lousy, but I had Bel in stitches.

As romantic comedies often do, the movie had a "love scene". I guess this movie was rated R - there was actually nudity.

Movie "love scenes" give me no end of joke fodder. And Bel and I had a long history of trading dirty jokes - so I spared nothing in my joking.

"Magic penis - go! No foreplay, and only thirty seconds of intercourse, and yet, I bring upon orgasm!"

I suppose it was lame. But, isn't that life?

I didn't expect the bitter reply: "Yeah, really. He's horny, I get naked, he gets on top, and then it's over."

And she sighed.

I wasn't sure what to say.

But I tried. "Uh, is everything ok?"

She sat for a moment, just watching the movie. The heroes of the movie were awkwardly getting dressed, and then the plot moved on.

She finally said: "I guess. It's just..."

She paused. I continued "Just?".

She sighed again. "It's just that he doesn't really seem to want *me*. He wants sex, but not me."

What was I to say? I tried: "I'm sorry. I really am."

She smiled at me and said "Thanks. I'm sorry it came up. It's just hard to ignore sometimes. Movie scenes like that one."

I nodded. I sort of knew the feeling.

We lay in silence for a time, watching the plot unfold.

There was a misunderstanding. The hero and heroine got into a fight, went their separate ways. Thirty minutes later, they made up. I figured the happy ending was only minutes away.

"It was good to see you, you know, Bel. I dunno if we'll have time later in the week. But, yeah. You should get home soon."

She didn't reply. I waited a moment, wondering if I should ask her if she was ok. Before I could, she said "Yeah...".

Uh. I said: "Uh?"

She sat for a moment, then said "Yeah. Yeah."

She turned to look at me, breaking her gaze on the TV.

"Yeah. I should get home soon. But what if I don't want to?"

I was confused, and started to say "Well, I'm not forcing you to go home", but she cut me off.

"I want to stay here, with you." She poked me in the chest. Her eyes were solidly on me.

"Uh. You're welcome to. I like spending time with you." I smiled at her. I really did like spending time with her, and this was the most time I had, in fact, ever spent with her.

"Me too."

She leaned in, and kissed me. Not on the cheek. Not on the nose or forehead. On my lips - and her tongue found its way between my lips.

I was stunned. I didn't respond in kind, but I didn't fight it. I sat there, her body leaning against mine, her face next to mine, her lips upon mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.

I think I literally shook myself, as I pushed her away, gently. "Bel, what are you doing?"

She looked me straight in the eyes. Her expression was intent. I almost felt scared at how she gazed at me.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

She kissed me again.

This time I wasn't paralyzed. I tried to push her again, gently, but she pushed back. Her lips were upon mine, and now her hands were under my shirt.

I took my hands, and placed them on her cheeks, and tried to pry her lips off of me.

She struggled, but gave in.

"What are you doing?"

She spoke first.

I had to respond.

"I'm stopping this. I'm sorry. I can't do this. We're both married."

She looked down, at her hands, which she had folded in her lap. She looked up at me. She said:

"I don't care."

She took my hands in hers.

"I want you."

I wasn't sure what to do. Or to say.

I had had a crush on her since I met her. She was lovely, both in body and in spirit.

But I was married.

... but truth is, I wanted her too.

I made up my mind.

Our lips met again. This time, it was me pressing mine against hers.

I pressed against her. Now, my hands ran along her body, while hers ran along mine.

I broke from the kiss momentarily to mutter "I want you too."

Our lips locked again. Her hands found their way to the hem of my shirt, and lifted.

I helped, of course. At this point, what was I to do but help?

My shirt came off.

Her hands ran along my back. Her nails dug slightly into me. I couldn't help but moan.

That seemed to trouble her. She broke away, and asked "Are you ok?". "Yes. Why?" "You sounded like you were in pain!" "... pain? Oh! No, no, I liked what you were doing."

She smiled at me. "I'm glad. I can do...". She paused. "... a lot more than that."

She kissed me again. But briefly. Her lips moved sideways, to my neck. She nibbled me.

I think a small gasp escaped me.

Something flipped inside of me. I'm not one to sit and take. I'm one to give.

I didn't object to her assertiveness - but I decided to press mine.

I ran one hand to her cheek, caressing her face, and another under her shirt. At the same time, I pulled my face away from her mouth, kissed her briefly, and returned the favor.

I licked her neck, and nibbled. I ran down her shoulder.

I heard her exhale.

Her shirt was in my way. I took my hand away from her head, to join my other hand, and lifted her shirt up and over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Her blue shirt wound up on the floor of the hotel room. In its place, I gazed upon her lovely breasts, round and perky. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and sat in place.

She blushed. She said "I'm sorry they're not very good."

I was dumbstruck. It took me a moment to spit out "Not very good? Bel, they are fantastic!"

Both of my hands found her tits, cupping them. I moved my face close to hers, brought my mouth to her left ear: "Bel... your tits are spectacular", I whispered.

I'm pretty sure she blushed again - this time, in a combination of embarrassment and flattery.

I wasn't paying close attention, however. I was kissing her neck again, her shoulders. Now, though, I had nothing in my way. I kissed, licked, and nibbled my way down her shoulder to her right tit.

I licked my way around it, kissing here and there, spiraling my way in. My tongue found its way to her nipple.

I kissed it, licked it, and then sucked on it. I ran my right hand down her back, scratching lightly, while my left hand caressed her shoulder, her breast, her abdomen.

I heard her moan.

I pressed on. I nibbled her left nipple, and with my left hand, found and pinched her right nipple. She gasped, lightly, and moaned again.

And then she spoke: "It's ok if... you don't want to do this."

I took my mouth away from her chest, though I kept caressing her right breast with my left hand: "I want to. Damn do I want to."

She chuckled and said "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. I've been hard ever since you came back to my room with me."

She seemed taken aback. She finally managed "... really?"

"Yes, really."

And then she frowned. I was about to ask what was wrong, when she said "I'm just a lay, aren't I."

I sputtered, trying to answer this, and came out with "No. No. You're not just a lay. You're my friend. You're... you're special to me. You've always been special to me. I've... always wanted to do this with you. I wouldn't do this with just anyone!"

Her eyes were cast down, and she had lifted my hands off of her, but still held onto them. She sat for a moment, breathing. I couldn't help but watch her breasts rise and fall as she breathed.

She said, after an eternity: "I believe you. I've always wanted to do this with you, too."

Sometimes, time can pass in an instant.

My hands were on her jeans. They found the button. They found the zipper. I tugged, and she obliged by lifting, and her hands struggled with mine to strip her of them as quickly as possible.

She was wearing a black thong.

If I was hard before, now I was as solid as a diamond, as she lay there, uncovered before me, save for a small piece of fabric.

She looked at me, voraciously, saying "Your turn".

Her hands were on my belt, fumbling for the clasp. I helped. I guided her to my button and zipper, and she needed no help from me to pull my shorts away.

She considered me: "Not quite good enough!". She practically lunged for my boxers.

They came off in one piece, but barely.

I sat next to her, wearing nothing but my glasses, and told her "So, uh, this isn't very fair, is it?"

She chuckled, and told me "No. You have to earn my pussy."

Oh god. Her pussy. Was I diamond hard already? Now, just thinking about that...

I began to caress her, to kiss her, to... she laughed at me, and managed to say "You goon. Just let me take my thong off!"

Damn.

She lay before me, below me, in all her glory.

Her hair fell beneath her head, along the pillow.

Her neck was inviting my mouth to lick and bite her.

Her arms lay along her sides, fingers curling, promising arcane delights.

Her breasts lay bare, pressed against her chest, nipples pointing up and out at me.

Her stomach was under me, belly button taunting me.

Her legs below me, smooth, asking me to run my hands along them.

And... just in front of me, just below me, her honey pot, her secret place, clean shaven save for a patch of hair above.

And she took my stares in. And she took them to heart.

"I guess you really do like me, don't you?"

I couldn't find words. I guess I grunted. I managed to spit out "God, yes."

I leaned down over her, meaning to kiss her neck, caress her tits, run my hands along her body.

She had other plans: "Fuck me. Just fuck me."

My dick strained. It had been ready for this for hours, even if I didn't know it.

But I'm not like that.

I told her. "... no. I want to make love to you. I want to taste you."

She spanked my ass!

"No! Fuck me, now!"

As it was, my dick was pressed against her pussy lips. I was rubbing against her. I wanted her.

... but I wanted her. I wanted to taste her.

"No. I'll fuck you when I'm ready to fuck you."

I shimmied down her body, tongue tracing a trail to her thighs. She protested, muttering something: "Fuck me."

I ignored her.

I ran my one hand along her thigh, while my other hand traced patterns along her chest and tits. My tongue, though...

My tongue found her lips.

I ran my tongue along her pussy lips, up and down. Into the creases of her thighs, and back out. Along her lips. Stick my tongue in - just to tease! And away again. And along again.

She cried out something. I don't know what she said. But I changed my attack.

She was wet. Her lips were swollen. It didn't take much effort on my part for my tongue to find her swollen, anxious, bud.

I licked along her clit. And then away. And then the other side. And then, again, away.

Now, my hands were acting in concert with a grand plan. My one hand found its way to her pussy, teasing her lips, stroking her, as I teased her clit. My other hand ran along her chest, from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple.

I left her clit, and found my way between her thighs. I didn't waste any time. My tongue darted between her lips, and lapped up her juices.

She pushed her hip against my face. I was smeared with her honey. My nose was pressed into her clit. My mouth against her lips. My tongue as deep into her as it could go.

My hand found its way along her ass, groping her, squeezing her, as I darted my tongue in and along her pussy.

But I decided it was time to stop torturing her.

My tongue found its way back to her clit. This time, I didn't tease her. I wrapped my mouth, my tongue, around her, and tugged, sucked. My stray hand found its way around her thigh, and a finger penetrated her.

She groaned. I nibbled her clit in response. She groaned again, she moaned.

Her taste was on my tongue, in my mouth. I lapped her pussy, to gather more of her nectar, and returned to her clit, where I worked some magic - if I may say so.

Another finger penetrated her. My mouth on her clit; two fingers in her pussy; my free hand massaging and squeezing her tits.

I think I was ready to burst. But I wasn't done.

Three fingers inside her.

Sucking on her clit.

Fingers pinching her nipples.

I'm not sure if she screamed. But what I heard from her was "Goddammit just fuck me now!"

... I was ready to comply.

Condom? Fuck it.

I lifted up, covering her body with mine. My dick once again rubbed against her pussy lips - so wet. So warm.

I whispered to her "Do you want my dick?"

She said "Yes."

"That's not good enough. Do you want my dick. Inside you. Fucking you."

"Yes yes god yes fuck me!"

I grinned at her. I licked her lips. I embraced her lips with mine, and lowered my hips.

The tip of my dick touched her lips.

"Put it in!"

I did. Slowly.

I pushed into her, feeling her lips rubbing against my shaft, feeling her pussy clamp around me, feeling the warm dampness as I went ever deeper.

And then I was all the way inside of her. My balls dangled against her. I held my face over hers, and gazed into her eyes.

"... damn."

And then I withdrew, slowly, only to thrust in again.

What's to say?

I thrust into her, out of her.

I ran my hands along her chest, caressing her.

She ran a hand along my back. Her other hand was beneath her ass, lifting ever so slightly.