Tonights The Night 2

"No, T., tonight's the night. No, you don't have to worry about it, really! Ok, ok. Love ya...uh-huh, Bye!"

That's me on the phone. And tonight is really the night. The night I'm going to go all the way with Brendan, my long-term boyfriend.

T, short for Tanya, my best friend and spit-sister (since 3

rd

grade), has been pressuring me to take things to the next level with Brendan. And don't think I'm just doing it because of the pressure! Nah, I've thought this one through. Honest!

Brendan and I have been together for eight and a half months now and it really is time. It's just that he's so relaxed and so serious and never pressures me, not like my former lovers would. And, oh yeah, did I mention I'd been burned before?

But enough about that. Tonight's the night! I have it all planned out (a surprise for Brendan, of course): a quick Italian dinner, followed by some lovely dessert paired with local wine, and I'll whisk us back to his plush digs to do the deed.

But enough of the abstract. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name's Andrea and I'm 24. I work in Santa Cruz, California as a medium-level researcher at the local UC.

I'm by no means a classical beauty and certainly not some buxom blond. I am, however, a rather statuesque dark-haired, full-bodied young woman. Voluptuous comes to mind. I'm the kind of girl who really fills out a dress, for better or for worse. Thank God for the free gym pass and the large hills that came as bonuses for my position, they keep my butt toned and allow me to actually use the word 'statuesque' to describe myself.

Gosh, there's Brendan's car in the driveway below my apartment! And I'm way behind schedule.

"I'll be right out. Just need to grab my purse." I call down to Brendan to let him know what's going on. It's a bit of an understatement and I hurry and slip a black sheath dress over a pair of the raunchiest panties I've ever owned. A dark green silk push-up bra and a matching dark green thong with lace trim. They'd better impress, cost me $46.50 at the local lingerie boutique. True lust, I've found, doesn't come cheap.

Grabbing my purse, glancing in the mirror and it's time to go. I lock the door and run to Brendan's sleek, eco-friendly mobile and jump in. T-minus 3 hours and counting!

"You seem a little on edge tonight. Anything I should know about or is the usual UC bureaucracy getting you down?" Brendan leaned over and stroked my arm, looking concerned.

Damn. Too perceptive by half. I

was

a little bit nervous. "Nothings up, just something that T told me. Listen, Brendan, why don't we just skip dessert and head over to your place. I'd really like some us time." I wagged my eyebrows naughtily as I said the last part. No risk in letting him know I was interested. It wouldn't ruin my surprise, as we'd certainly gotten hot and heavy before tonight.

Brendan smiled. "I'd like that. In fact, I was just contemplating some us time." Clasping my hand, he ran it over a rather prominent bulge near the zipper of his perfectly tailored slacks. "I'm ready when you are." He leaned down and kissed me – with tongue!

My eyes glazed over and I hardly remembered Brendan taking my arm and leading me back to the car. Looking back on it, I really can't believe Brendan was as oblivious to my plans as he let on. I must have positively exuded lust.

When we reached his house I at least had the presence of mind to call a time out and rush to the bathroom, where I reapplied makeup, flossed and brushed, and adjusted my lingerie.

Emerging from the bathroom I saw that Brendan had gauged my mood correctly. He was pouring a bottle of rather expensive wine into two large wine glasses. "Ok, Andrea, take this and then remove your dress, Doctor's orders." Smiling darkly he held out the blood-red concoction.

I rolled my eyes, "Gee, you definitely know the way to a girl's heart. How suave does it get?"

He grinned and replied, "Bond. James Bond."

After I had taken the glass, Brendan shrugged out of his sports jacket. Mmmmm, I thought as I sipped the wine. Brendan was well-muscled and trim. His dark hair and hazel eyes emphasized one of the most handsome faces I'd ever seen. Still, it was really his self-assured and intelligent manner that had drawn me to him in the first place. But, at the risk of sounding shallow, the whole package was quite a bonus. It just screamed

powerful

.

In record time I finished the wine (which, thank the lord, had cooled my nerves and filled me with sexual confidence). Slipping sexily out of the dress was a challenge but I handled it quite well, turning so my back faced Brendan and carefully undoing the side zipper to let the dress pool about my feet. The feel of the sheath dress slipping down my body and the cool air caressing my skin made me shiver with anticipation.

The view I presented Brendan with, I must say, was quite stunning. Long legs, a trim waist and a round derriere clothed only in strips of green silk greeted his eyes.

Turning, I let my full breasts thrust forward enticingly, my pink nipples peaking over the top of the bra. Feeling giddy, I approached Brendan, swinging my hips in that age old way women do, and finally going down onto my knees in front of him. By this time Brendan was sprawled out on the couch, arms akimbo, near to panting as my body teased his eyes.

Eyeing his grey slacks, I reached for the zipper and began to draw it down. Thankfully, he'd already removed his belt so I didn't have to fumble around and ruin the mood.

As my small hand worked the zipper, Brendan looked at me and asked, "Are you sure about this?" I nodded, only slightly timid. We hadn't done this before and, in fact, this would be my first time doing anything like it, as I'd never felt like bestowing this particular gift on my previous boyfriends.

The zipper was completely undone and I reached in, unbuttoning his boxers as I went, and pulling out his fully erect penis. I hadn't thought it was possible but it grew even larger before my eyes, pulsing with warmth and life. I shuddered nervously (I may not be the Virgin Mary but I'd never dealt with anything like

that

before).

Caressing the sensitive head with my cupped hand, I stoked his passion until a drop of wetness appeared on the head. Delicately using my fingers, I coated the head with his semen and continued my torture.

"Andrea," Brendan groaned. He reached to cup the back of my head and move it toward his throbbing penis. Willingly I went, opening my mouth to take him inside me.

My lips met the silken skin of his manhood and slowly enveloped the tip. I could taste his saltiness and feel his pulsating warmth. Just this small part of him filled my mouth almost to bursting and working my lips around him rhythmically was a challenge.

A challenge I soon found I delighted in. Getting into the swing of things, I used my tongue to tease the sensitive tip and lick the underside of his manhood. By this time Brendan was groaning and harshly begging me to take more of him. I taunted him with my tongue, exacting punishment for the unrelieved state of lust he had me in.

Just when I thought he would plunge himself into my mouth with or without my consent, I released him from the agony and took him as deep into my mouth as I could. Groaning, Brendan flexed and I struggled to meet him thrust for thrust, feeling him slide deeper and deeper each time. Every thrust had me opening my mouth wider while each time he withdrew I rushed to lick the sensitive head and suck gently on his length.

After an interminable amount of time, probably only minutes, Brendan withdrew and grasped my shoulders, levering my body gently onto the couch.

"That was wonderful but I've got other plans for us this evening." Carefully reaching around my waist, he lifted me effortlessly and started towards the bedroom.

As he strode purposefully down the hallway, I felt my anticipation return; this promised to be a night I'd never forget.