My second erotic story, also the follow up to my original. I think this is quite a bit better than my first attempt, and I hope you feel the same. So sit back and enjoy.
"How's the pasta?" Nikki asked, taking a sip of her Merlot, her face bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. I swallowed the mouthful of rotini I had been chewing and wiped my lips with the white napkin.
"Excellent. Almost as good as mine. "I smiled, replacing the napkin on the table. She reflected my smile and pushed another spoonful of the tomato-covered spirals into her mouth. Her ruby red lips glistened in the dimly lit dining room of her modest two-story home as she slowly chewed the pasta, savouring it. She closed her eyes and let out a little sigh of approval at her meal. "I just love sun-dried tomato sauce. What recipe do you use?" I asked her as she placed her utensils on her empty plate.
"Oh, some celebrity recipe out of TV guide. I forget which celebrity, but I think it was some empty headed hunk who has all his food made by four star chefs." She dabbed her napkin across her luscious lips.
"Well, that certainly narrows the field." I downed the last of my wine and began gathering my dishes. It had been nearly three weeks since my chance first encounter with Nikita Arkeyedov on that hot July day, when we both very romantically slammed into each other on our bicycles. We had become very good friends since then, and great lovers. We shared a romantic evening with each other each Saturday, much deserved after a long week of work for both of us. I was the manager of a local video-game store, and she was a fitness instructor at the YMCA. Brains and brawn, I chuckled to myself as I opened the dishwasher and lined my plates into the metal bars. Nikita was far from being an airhead, though.
She had a bachelors degree in philosophy, not to mention an educational degree and her fitness training. I bumped the dishwasher door shut with my knee and turned the dial to "normal load". I stood in the kitchen for a moment, staring out the window above her sink at the dark night sky. There were very few clouds, and the bright stars bore brightly against the black canvas of the sky. The moon was full, casting a soft grey glow across the suburban neighborhood. I checked my watch. Nearly ten o'clock. Many houses were darkened, save for a few golden windows that flickered with the blue haze of TV screens. Aside from a few cars parked in the driveways of their owners, the streets were deserted and silent. There was the occasional chirrup of a cricket or two, but aside from that, the night was serenely quiet.
"Yo, Jason, are you going to join me or what?" Nikkita popped her head around the division between the living room and the kitchen. I snapped out of my daze and turned away from the window.
"Yeah, I'm coming. I was just admiring the... beauty of the night." I raised my arms and curled my fingers, bearing my teeth and doing my best Dracula impression. Nikki giggled and walked over to me, swaying her hips seductively and licking her lips. She was wearing a tight leather mini-skirt, one of my favourites, that she only wore for me when we were dining together. She also wore a white blouse that was unbuttoned at the top, giving me an eyeful of cleavage. She was wearing a lacy white bra under the thin white fabric, the intricate patterns clearly visible through the cotton. She wrapped herself around me, lifting her right leg up to rub against my thigh. "Ahh, my dear, you have a most beautiful neck..."I leaned forward and began to nibble on the side of her tanned neck. She craned it to one side to allow me to lick and nuzzle her creamy flesh.
"Mmmm. Now now, save some of your energy for later, Count." She pulled away from me just as my penis began to swell in my black dress-pants. She turned and went back into the living room, beckoning for me. I obliged and followed her, gazing at her tight, round ass as she slowly walked, knowing that I would have to be patient, for Nikita hated to be rushed. She proceeded to her television and opened her video stand, scanning the array of cassettes and DVD cases. "What would you like to play tonight?"She asked, as I seated myself on her leather sofa.
"Oh, something violent. Preferably with shooting." She ran her fingers along the row of plastic containers and stopped on a blue one, drawing it out of the stand.
"Unreal Tournament it is." She opened the case and pushed the tray release button on her Playstation 2 console perched atop her TV. The DVD tray slid out with a gentle whir, and she placed the disk into place. She tapped the button again, and it slid back into the dark unit. She grabbed the remote and hit a few buttons, and a blue screen appeared on the television She turned on the Playstation 2 and scooped up the two black controllers, handing one to me as she sat down next to me on the couch.
We were both video-game fanatics, Nikki being fortunate enough to nab one of the infamous PS2s when they were released. I only had a simple Dreamcast unit, on top of my gaming computer, but there was no need to buy a Playstation, seeing how I had hers to play with. We both watched the screen as the titles flashed by, and we both selected our characters. What a sight we must have been, I chuckled to myself. A beautiful woman and her boyfriend sitting on a sofa, playing video-games at night in our dress-clothes. Not that I could complain. The shootout began, and we both began frantically tapping buttons and control sticks as we raced through the environment, pumping each other full of lead and plasma at every opportunity.
"Boy, this is bloody hard to control with a freaking gamepad." I said, as she blew me into a geyser of body parts and pulpy blood with a rocket. "I'd prefer the PC version to this one anyday." I popped back into the game after a moments delay, back from the dead to shoot again.
"Oh, excuses excuses. You just hate to be beaten by a girl." She decapitated me with a sniper rifle, gaining another point and re-enforcing her lead. She was smiling as she blew my character into oblivion, while I was still trying to master the difficult controls. BOOM. I was gone again. Then the announcer broke into the silence and proclaimed that player 1 had won. I tossed my controller onto the coffee table and leaned back into the soft cushions of the sofa. She got up and walked over to the console and turned it off, returning to my side. She curled herself onto the couch and leaned against my chest, placing her arms around me as the adrenaline shock of the game wore off. "Beat you again." She smiled, tightening her grip around me and lifting her head to gaze into my eyes.
"I'm still better at fighting games, mind you." I leaned forward and kissed her, all the buzz of the violence melting away as our lips met. I brushed aside her long brown hair and savoured the taste of her mouth. We broke apart and she let out a long sigh, relaxing and cuddling up closer to me. She finally noticed the lump that was forming in my crotch.
"Ohh, looks like somebody is happy to see me. What would you like to do tonight, Jason?" She ran her fingers along my chest and massaged my abdomen with her delicate hands. I could feel the tingling anxiety building in my chest as she stroked me gently.
"Hmm, I think we should go into the bedroom, for starters..."She smiled warmly as she continued to rub her hands across my body. "And we'll figure out what to do from there." She pulled herself off me and stood up, straightening her skirt. She proceeded up the oak staircase towards her bedroom, and I followed her. We went into the bedroom, a medium sized room with a large bay window overlooking the area. I once again paused to gaze out across the expanse of darkness that covered the city. The stars shining high above in the sky, reflecting the twinkling glow of countless buildings below. I had always loved the tranquility of the night, of pure darkness. It's no wonder I am a fan of horror movies and dark, twisted games. My favourite weather was, strangely enough, thunder and lightning storms late at night. Nikki tossed herself onto the lace-adorned cushions of her rather large bed and spread herself out in the soft material, relaxing and letting out a soft moan as she sank into the comforter.
"Say, I've got an idea." I broke the silence, without removing my gaze from the darkened window. "Why don't we have a bath together?" I turned around to face her, sprawled on the bed with a look of deep longing in her eyes.
"Mmmm, that is a good idea..." She sat up and let her hair fall around her face, knowing that it turned me on. "I'll get the water running. Don't go away, now."She stood up and walked past me to the adjoining bathroom, the soft scent of her vanilla perfume tantalizing my nostrils. She closed the door behind her, and after a moment I heard the loud rush of water being drawn. I sat down on the bed, where she had been lying, and leaned back into the fluffy material. She certainly had excellent taste in mattresses, I though to myself as I sank into the warm comfort of the deep red blankets. I closed my eyes and exhaled, all my tension melting away into the soft bed as I lay in it, limbs in every direction. I relaxed there for several minutes, listening to the sound of the running water. Then, it stopped abruptly. I sleepily rose out of the cozy rut I had made in the blankets and watched the bathroom door. A moment later, it opened, revealing Nikita in all her glory.
She was wearing a red lace bra and matching thong, the thin material straining against her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples were stiffened and poked through the cotton lace. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned against the doorframe, posing for me as I sat in quiet awe of her beauty. The lump returned to my groin as I scanned her tanned body, across her piercing eyes, her delicate lips, her toned abdomen and her muscular legs. She beckoned for me and disappeared into the bathroom again. I stood up and began loosening my belt and kicking off my shoes, trying to remove my clothing as soon as possible.
