****Fans, I am so sorry for the tardiness of this latest story. Unfortunately I have experienced some serious health conditions which have prevented me from creating. I thank you for your continued support and readership. - Kimberly****
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René watched my college softball team, the Eagles, play two exhibition games against his college's team, the Ravens. Although I was a freshman, I had played all seven innings of each game as the Eagles' catcher, even though they had a veteran catcher.
After the games finished, we shook hands with the Ravens and wished them luck in their regular season as we were not in the same division. Claire, the other freshman on our team and I were in charge of gathering the equipment after games so René waited for us to finish up and took my hand as we walked to his car. We stopped by the sports centre to drop off the equipment before going back to my dorm to change.
René pulled up in front of my dorm and turned to me, and suggested, "Kimberly, just bring your uniform to my place and Lucille will be able to get the dirt out of your softball pants."
I smiled at him and laughed, "I figure this is your way to get me out of my pants!"
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, "I don't think I really need an excuse to get you out of your pants, do I?"
"Maybe last night was a one-time thing?" I teased.
René cocked his head to the side and said, "Well from my count, it certainly wasn't one-time. Do you have plans for this evening?"
"I really need to get some schoolwork done, how about a raincheck?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't think I was trying to brush him off.
"Kimberly, it's Saturday night, studies can wait until tomorrow, can't they? How about we go to see a broadway show?" suggested René.
I loved that idea but I had nothing to wear. I felt the redness creeping up my cheeks and replied, "I'd love to go but I have nothing to wear. Plus I really need to study."
René sighed, got out of the car and came around to my side, opened my door, held out his hand and helped me out of the car, giving me a goodbye kiss that sent shivers throughout my body. When he returned behind the wheel and sped off; I watched until he was out of site. I turned to go into the dorm, my bottom lip still tingling from his kiss.
I immediately hit the showers, lathering up in a rose scented body wash and washed my hair with something called 'White Tea' I think. After toweling off, I slipped into sweats, a tank top, pulled my hair into a messy bun and for the next three hours, I studied with my music on, making real headway until I heard a knock on the door. I got up, stuck my pencil behind my ear, walked to the door and opened it. There was René, dressed in a tuxedo, holding a single red rose and a dress bag.
"May I come in?" he asked.
I stepped back, holding the door open wide for him to enter. "Of course!" I said excitedly. I eyes him suspiciously and asked, "Did you find another date?"
"I hope you don't mind, but I picked up a couple dresses for you to try for this evening," René explained. "You can't spend Saturday night in your dorm room studying."
I filled up an empty water bottle and stuck the rose in it so it wouldn't wilt. I took the garment bag from him, set it on my bed, and unzipped it. I didn't know much about brand names but I didn't really need to as I could tell these were expensive. "René, I can't," I stammered, "these are just too beautiful."
"A beautiful woman deserves to wear a beautiful gown, love," he said quietly and kissed me on the cheek.
I looked at the two dresses he brought. One was a beautiful black, fitted, sequined gown with a very racy, plunging neckline and a high slit on one side. The other was an off-shoulder, red chiffon and lace mermaid style gown with a lace train. Red, being my favorite color, I chose the chiffon/lace gown and went into the shared restroom to change. When I emerged, René helped me zip up the gown in the back. I wished I had some nice jewelry to wear and it was almost like René was reading my mind. He reached inside his tuxedo jacket and pulled out two boxes from a jewelers.
Before opening the boxes, he removed the elastic from my hair and it fell, cascading over my shoulders. He brushed my hair off to the side and fastened a very expensive pearl-drop diamond pendant on a white gold necklace around my neck. He then opened the other box and affixed a diamond bracelet around my delicate arm and held matching pearl-drop diamond earrings for me to put through my ears.
"René, I can't wear all this!" I exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it Kimberly. I borrowed the jewelry from my parents' store," he said matter-of-factly.
When I turned to look in the mirror, even with my hair messy, I thought I almost looked decent. I asked him to sit tight for a few minutes while I went to find someone who could put my hair into a French Twist and help apply some make-up. When I returned, René let out a small whistle. I was pleased he was pleased.
"Just one problem," I said to him.
"You can take one night off from your studies," he said sarcastically. I agreed but asked if I could bring along my books as I had a feeling I wouldn't be making it back to my dorm tonight.
He nodded and we walked down the hall, arm-in-arm to a SUV parked out front. "What kind of car is this?" I asked.
"It's a Bentayga," he stated, and when I clearly had no idea, he finished, "it's a Bentley."
He nodded to a man dressed in a tuxedo who then opened the back door of the SUV. René held my gown off the ground as I ducked to get into the backseat. Once I was seated, René slid in, put his arm around my shoulders and started to sing quietly, "'The lady in red, is dancing with me, cheek to cheek...'"
I laughed as I was nervous, no one had ever serenaded me before.
"You don't like my singing Kimberly?" he asked.
I stammered, "T- t-t-that's not it at all. I've never had anyone pay this much attention to me other than when on the ball field."
"You are a sexy woman who demands attention, no matter what you are doing. I thought you were so adorable when you answered your door wearing sweats, hair loosely piled on your head and a pencil behind your ear, then within minutes you come back into the room looking sophisticated and sure of yourself. I love that you aren't high maintenance," René whispered in my ear.
His warm breath in my ear was making me want him, now. When René started to nibble on my ear, I moaned softly, feeling my nipples hardening, straining against the inside of the gown.
"René, please stop or we won't make it to the show," I begged.
He pulled away just as we arrived at the theatre. We waited for the door to be opened for us and when Sven, our driver, came around, I noticed René tipped him $100.
We strolled in arm-in-arm inside where he led me to a private viewing booth. We spoke quietly until the lights went down. I was engulfed with the love story that was unfolding on the stage in front of us.
After the show, we exited the theatre and Sven was waiting outside for us. It was raining gently so René removed his tuxedo jacket and draped it over my shoulders. We slipped into the backseat and when Sven got in, he closed the privacy window. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. René unzipped the back of my gown and slid his hands between it and my skin. Just the feel of his touch on my skin made my nipples grow taught. René pulled me closer and crushed his mouth down on mine in one of the most exhilarating kisses I'd ever had.
He wrapped one arm around me and guided me backwards on the seat of the Bentley. He struggled to get my dress up, so he peeled it down, my breasts spilling out as he took one of my taught nipples in his mouth. I arched my back and moaned under his weight. I could feel his cock beginning to harden against my leg and I hoped he would peel the rest of this dress off soon; I wasn't wearing any panties and I didn't want to get anything on this dress!
As if he could read my mind, René ran gentle little kisses down my stomach, paused at my belly button and tugged gently on my belly button ring. He continued his path to my sweet spot, stopped and looked up at me when he discovered I chose to go 'commando' for the evening. I offered no explanation, grinned and winked. He pulled the gown completely off, the only things I was wearing were a smile, the diamonds and a pair of racy black heels.
"Leave the heels on, baby," René said just before he started to feast on my pussy. He spread apart my pussy's lips with his thumbs and began to lick me gently. He became more aggressive, sticking three fingers in my pussy as he lapped away. It wasn't until he put extra pressure on my clit that I noticed an orgasm building.
"René, babe, I'm close to cumming," I managed to squeak out just before squirting into his mouth, and all over his face.
"Mmm, you taste wonderful, baby," he said as he lifted his head momentarily. This was the first time I'd ever made love in a moving vehicle. It was strange noticing the street lights going by and then those same lights becoming further apart. Without warning, he lowered his head again and had started to nibble on my swollen clit; I began to buck against his face, which triggered another orgasm. This time, as my juices exited my body, I held completely still.
