An Evening with the Queen

It was the first week of November, so it's not a surprise that the 12 pack of bottles in my fridge was Sam Adam's Octoberfest. There was also an unopened bottle of cheap chardonnay and one solitary strawberry wine cooler. The only other thing inside was a plastic container of pre-cut cantaloupe and pineapple chunks. I guess that is ample evidence of where my shopping priorities lie.

I called out, asking Cindy what she would like. She choose the wine cooler, so I grabbed a Sam Adams for myself and carried the two bottles across the kitchen to the window that opened onto the fire escape. Twisting the cap off, I offered her the cooler before I climbed out the window. She smiled that glorious, sexy smile that had so much to do with her being elected the college's homecoming queen and pulled it from my outstretched hand. I hesitated before climbing out onto the fire escape with her, but only because I didn't want to look away. She's more beautiful than any girl I've ever dated, and I'm still more than a little shocked that she first accepted my dinner invitation and then agreed to allow me to cook for her. There was still a few vegetables and a couple shrimp in the wok on the stove, with a slight essence of lemon and garlic being stirred through the apartment on the breeze coming in the open window.

I figured a stir fry would be hard to screw up and I guess I was right. Cindy had practically gushed over it, apparently just thrilled that I had put in more effort than calling for pizza. I made a mental note that making the effort was worthwhile and wondered why such a simple thing struck her as unusual. Surely, someone else she had dated had done far more. She was worth every moment I had spent chopping veggies and tossing shrimp through the heated oil.

I swung my leg up over the window sill and scooted out next to her, glancing down at my VW bug parked a couple of stories below. She asked me about the stop sign and post on the roof of the convenience store on the corner, and I admitted that it was the result of one of our drunken evenings. My roommate had hit it with his Bronco on the way home from a bar a couple months ago. We had scooped it up, tossed it in the back, and upon arriving at our place downtown had been mystified what to do with it. Larry had tossed it up onto the roof and there it had stayed, at least so far. There was a betting pool among the brothers about how many snows it would take for it to slide back down, but so far the weather had been unseasonably warm for this part of the country.

Even as I had that thought, the wind picked up a bit and a chill ghostly hand ruffled Cindy's skirt, lifting it off her thighs and sending a shiver up her back.

"Sun's getting low. You want to go back inside?"

"No, " she replied, "not yet. It's nice out here. But I wouldn't mind a warm body next to mine." She patted the steel grid of the step she was sitting on, and I immediately moved to the spot indicated. She lowered her head onto my shoulder as I settled down next to her and slipped an arm around her waist. I gave her a slight squeeze and she sighed. "Dinner was wonderful, Will. Thank you for inviting me. I have to admit, you caught me off guard a little."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, you aren't exactly as aggressive as most of your friends. As a matter of fact, some of the girls have wondered..."

"Oh, this again. You know, I've had a girlfriend all this time until a few months ago. Just because she's in California..."

"Yes, but it's not only that. I mean, you dress different, you drive that cute little convertible down there and you never play grab-ass at parties. You're super polite and your hair is always perfect..."

"So because I wear shirts that have buttons and know how to brush my hair, that means I'm gay? Seriously, it's not like I haven't heard the rumor, I just think it's silly."

"Well, there have been some times... I mean, Susan basically threw herself at you at the Zeta's party a couple months ago and we all know nothing happened..."

"Come on, Cindy. She was absolutely plastered. I couldn't do something like that; it would have been halfway to rape. I would never pull that, it's just not in me to take adv...."

"I know, I know! But, you know, most of the guys on campus wouldn't have held back."

"That just means most of the guys on campus are assholes."

"Well, you're not wrong. And I'm not saying..."

"Good. Because I didn't ask you out to try and heal my reputation. I asked you out because I like you. We've had a bunch of classes together and we've always got along... I just was waiting for an opportunity. So when you broke up with Robert..."

"Don't remind me. Speaking of assholes on campus."

"You were with him for two years, Cindy. People already had you two married and raising kids, which just goes to prove my point about the rumor mill. If I had listened, I'd have kept my distance until you got back together like everyone expected."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too."

The moment seemed right, so I reached out and lifted her chin slightly with my fingers. I looked in her eyes and there didn't seem to be any hesitation in them. Her lips were warm and soft, and her tongue flickered out and I captured it, slightly surprised but happy. She didn't make any effort to break the kiss, so I continued, and I ran my hand across her shoulder and into the soft mass of red curls behind her neck. I pressed harder against her lips and she didn't pull away, but leaned into the kiss more firmly. Just then, the wind picked up again, but colder and with just a hint of moisture. Reluctantly, I broke away and looked at the hills to the northwest. The sun in the west was painting the edges of the clouds with silver, but they remained more blueish-gray than white.

"Looks like we've got some rain coming, Cindy. It might be time for us to move back inside."

"Alright, I guess. I don't want to get wet and need to leave. The conversation is just getting interesting. I feel like I'm discovering a lot of new things, although nothing you've told me really seems like a secret. Just answers to questions no one has thought to ask."

"I'm glad you're asking them, though."

"So am I. I don't even mind being so wrong about some of them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, for example... I've always been attracted to you, but I just had been lured into thinking I didn't have a chance."

"Are you telling me you thought that rumor was true? I guess that would explain some things."

"Hey, better late than never, right?"

"I guess so, I mean yes.... definitely. So, shall we go sit on the couch? I need to close the window in there before that rain hits anyway."

"That sounds fine."

I led the way into the living room, and Cindy followed. Walking to the outside wall, I pulled the blinds out of the way and shut that window as well. No drops were falling yet, but the sky sure looked like they were about to. Thunderstorms commonly swept down from the bluffs, though not as often this time of year as they did in the summer and earlier in the fall. The sun was still peeking through to the west, but it wouldn't be long before it made it's exit for the evening. I couldn't see it directly from the north-facing window, but the shadows were growing outside.

Cindy walked across the room and sat on the couch, facing the television. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, "Or should I just put on some music?"

"I don't know. What have you got?"

"Feel free to browse. Everything is on the shelf there, next to the TV. Most of them are mine, but that doesn't really matter. We can watch anything you like."

"All war movies and sports stuff. Well, this doesn't fit with the "gay" thing, does it? Haven't you got something besides Top Gun or Days of Thunder? Oh wait, here we go. The Princess Bride, that's one of my favorites."

"Mine, too. Sword fights and Andre the Giant, what's not to like?"

"Wait, what's all these on the bottom shelf?" Cindy suddenly had a bit of an evil glint in her eye.

"Honestly, those are mostly Larry's. Not that I am necessarily opposed, but I wasn't thinking in that direction. But I'm okay with anything you want to watch, like I said."

"Okay then, here." She picked up the remote from the top of the VCR that sat in the milk crate that acted as our tv stand and tossed it to me. Then she removed one of the tapes from the bottom shelf and loaded it. I couldn't see what she had chosen, but based on where she pulled it from...

"What, are you embarrassed? You're blushing." Cindy walked over and sat back down next to me.

"Maybe I'm a little surprised. And okay, yes, maybe a little embarrassed. I didn't think about those when I said 'anything'. But if this is what you want to watch, I guess that's fine. I just didn't expect..."

"Why don't you let me worry about expectations? I know what I'm doing." So saying, she took the remote from my hand, turned on the television and pushed play.

A short haired brunette came on screen, looking straight at the camera.. Cindy turned the volume up as the camera shifted briefly to a man in a black tee shirt, seated on the ground next to her, leaning against a concrete block wall.

I recognized the video. The Devil In Miss Jones, a classic porn movie from 1973. It was one of the first actual porn movies I had ever seen, one my Dad had owned and I watched on the sly back in high school. I wasn't sure how I should react to the fact that I was sitting here next to Cindy on our first date while Georgina Spelvin was on the screen playing with her pussy. It was a scenario I had never imagined.

Uneasy and completely unsure how I should react, I leaned back into the couch. I kind of felt like I should pull back the arm I had laid across Cindy's shoulders, but I was as nervous about pulling away from her in this instance as I was about touching her. While I owned a few pornos, I had never watched one with a girlfriend, let alone had a girl put one in on our first date. I didn't want to overreact, so I waited to see what Cindy would do.

What she did was lean back into me, eyes on the screen and a neutral look on her face. After a moment, she reached up over her right shoulder and pulled the hand that I had laid half on her shoulder and half on the couch fully onto her shoulder, laying it on the sweater she wore, my thumb and index finger against the side of her neck. Still trying to play it cool, I gently caressed the skin below her ear. One half of me was screaming to be more direct, while a rational side tried to talk me into staying calm, screaming that this was not a suggestion but a test... that she was seeing if I would control myself.

Cindy made the idea of controlling myself harder as she put her left hand on the inside of my knee.

"I know what you're thinking, Will. Trying to decide when it will be okay for you to touch me. Like I said, I know what I'm doing. But let's just watch the movie for a while. Unless you're worried that your roomie's going to come home and interrupt us..."

"No, he said he would stay at Kaitlyn's tonight. Didn't want to 'cramp my style'. Honestly, I think he's just desperate to break me out of my obsession with my ex... he'd call it 'breaking my slump' but it amounts to the same thing."

"Well, we're definitely going to break your slump tonight, baby. I've wanted this for a long time and I wasn't gonna let you get away. I was beginning to worry you were never going to ask me out no matter how obvious I made it that I wanted you to."

"I think we are definitely past that point now."

"Are we? Then why haven't you kissed me again?"

I immediately rectified that mistake, leaning in and capturing her mouth with mine. She still tasted faintly of strawberry and lemon, and when she opened her mouth slightly wider I eagerly slipped my tongue inside and ran it across her teeth before entangling her tongue with mine. She made a small sound, not quite a moan but enough to reinforce that my intrusion was completely welcome.

"It's a lot warmer in here with the windows closed."

"Well, that sweater's kind of thick. Maybe we should take it off." I ran my hands underneath and started to lift. The front of the sweater bunched up beneath her generous bosom.

"You're sure Larry's not coming back anytime soon?" I nodded and she raised her arms, which gave me the opportunity to slide the front over her chest, I tossed the sweater on the coffee table and enjoyed the sight of her large and shapely tits, entrapped in a beige-colored bra that blocked my view of what I really wanted to see. Her nipples made two pencil eraser-shaped tents under the fabric. Leaning forward, I bent my head and took the nearest of them between my lips while cupping its mate in my left hand. As I sucked and licked through the fabric, I took her other nipple between my fingers and pinched, not gently but not too hard either. "Harder," said Cindy, and I obliged while also bringing my teeth into play on the one in my mouth. Her back arched, and I could tell she appreciated the change. I traced my right hand along the bottom edge of the bra to her back, took the clasp between my fingers and slid it open. Bereft of support, the weight of her breasts pushed into my mouth and hand. I released her enough to slide the shoulder straps down her arms and tossed the bra on top of her sweater before resuming the actions of my mouth on the opposite side, this time without any barrier between me and the hard pink nub. She smelled faintly of vanilla, but I tasted nothing and searched a bit with my tongue before realizing that the whiff came from the crook of her elbow and her wrist.

"Essential oil," she said, noticing my slight distraction, "less expensive than perfume but just as effective." Silently, I agreed; she smelled delicious and I wondered where else she might have placed a drop or two, now certain that I would have a chance to search it out.

I buried my face in the firm silky flesh of her chest, enjoying the pressure of her left breast against my cheek as I continued to suck and pull at the tip of her right. It was heavenly, and quite different from the slim globes of my ex, Jennifer, whose body had the lean strength of the swimmer she had been in high school and the dancer she was now. Cindy's body was more lush and a totally different experience, softer and with more flesh between my fingers rather than the slight pinch of skin over hard muscle. I pulled my head up and looked into the light brown of her eyes, which seemed to hold just a hint of a lighter color, rather than the pale blue I was more used to seeing. Her auburn curls framed her face more bountifully than Jen's straight, flat blonde locks that had always seemed to have a touch of green from chlorine and sea salt.

I pulled Cindy in close and hugged her tight, my chin resting on her shoulder. Her hand slid up from my knee to my thigh, giving a squeeze to the thick muscle that came from my time as the catcher on the baseball team and the constant squatting that was required to play the position. I knew that some girls really liked my 'thunder thighs' and I had an awareness that many girls on campus had voiced the opinion that I had a 'nice ass,' the information relayed to me by the Zeta Phi sisters who seemed to so enjoy making me blush. I wondered if Cindy was one of them.

She rose from the couch and I followed, leaning in to kiss her again while her hands traveled around the waistband of my jeans and into both back pockets before giving a two-handed squeeze that I took as confirmation that she was indeed an admirer of that part of my anatomy.

We stood and made out for a few minutes before I reached for one of her hands and started to walk backward towards the alcove that led into the living room, leading her with me, but not to the kitchen this time, instead slipping to the right and putting my other hand behind me to search for the knob that would open my bedroom door.

"If Larry's really not coming home tonight, there's no need for us to be in a rush."

"It's not that I'm in a rush, it's just that I don't want to wait. But if you prefer the couch to a mattress, that's fine too. I'm not going to be the one diving for cover if he does show up unexpectedly. He's already seen me naked, after all."

Cindy's eyebrows lifted for a moment, then she said, "Oh, right. No separate stalls in the boy's locker room, you all share the same space. No wonder all you jocks are paranoid about Homoeroticism. But I'll bet you all look on occassion. So tell me, Will, who's the biggest on campus? Which of those rumors is true?"

"Not sure I could rank them. It's not like I ever really cared."

"Oh, really? Not paranoid about being the short man on the totem pole?" She reached down and for the first time ran her hand across the front of my jeans, where my arousal was very obvious. "Hmmm, no... I guess you wouldn't be. But there's gotta be somebody..."

"Okay, well I guess I can confirm one rumor, but it's not like it's a mystery anymore. I know from the Zeta's that it's a very open secret to say the least. Damon basically has three legs."

"Admittedly, I knew that. And it isn't like you need any inside knowledge for that one. All you need to do is see him in a pair of shorts."

"Yeah," I laughed, "It's a miracle he can stay conscious when he gets excited. He's a freak of nature, for sure. I wouldn't even want to be him."

"Why?"

"Well, I bet he scares girls more than he excites them when they get a look at that monster. It looks like it would rip a girl in half."

"That's one way you don't have to worry about me going then. Pain isn't really my thing."

"I'm not going to worry about you going anywhere. Not tonight, and not tomorrow or next week, no matter what we decide going forward. I'm not Rob. Jealousy isn't my thing, and I'll never treat you the way I saw him do a couple times. Any time you spend with me, I'll be grateful for... I won't expect or demand it. I promise." I slipped a couple fingers inside the waistband of the skirt she still wore. "That said..."

"Oh, don't worry, lover. I'm not going anywhere until that sun comes back up."

"Good. That's exactly what I was hoping to hear." I wasn't gentle this time. I grabbed her hips and crushed her against me before spinning her into the wall next to my bedroom door. Lifting her slightly off the ground, I kissed her hard as I could, betting that she would react positively. She pushed back against my lips with hers and our mouths opened to dance our tongues across the space between us, hers in my mouth and mine in hers.

"So, shall we actually go through that door now? I admit that it's not the Ritz-Carlton, but there is a mattress and we won't need to worry about someone coming in the door or about falling off the couch into the coffee table."

"Whereever you want, just quit talking. I have better uses for your mouth."

"Oh lover, you have no idea yet. Just wait...."

I lifted her off the tippy -toes she had been resting on after being thrown into the wall and carried her into the bedroom. The light inside was dim, basically just the bit streaming in from the living room. I hadn't had the time or the money to purchase an actual bed yet, but I had a full size mattress resting on the floor and Cindy apparently found that to be enough, as she didn't protest when I laid her upon it, instead using the time to unzip and remove her skirt while I shut the door and turned on the small floor lamp in the corner behind the short love seat that served as my only chair.

Staring down at her in only a pair of red satin panties, I suddenly felt immensely overdressed. I pulled off the polo shirt I had been wearing and tossed it on the love seat, but as I went to do the same with my jeans, I felt a pair of hands hooking the waistband and looked down to see Cindy kneeling before me. "Let me take care of those..: she said and I spread my arms wide and quoted the movie I had thought we were going to watch before she surprised me. "As you wish."