Author's Notes: This story is deliberately short. The title refers to the style as much as to the "conventional" sex described . . .
Vanilla is a flavor derived from orchids of the genus Vanilla, primarily from the Mexican species, flat-leaved vanilla (V.
planifolia
). It is the second most expensive spice after saffron, because growing the vanilla seed pods is labor-intensive. Despite the expense, vanilla is highly valued for its flavor.
Vanilla sex
is what a culture regards as standard sexual behavior. Different cultures, subcultures, and individuals have different ideas about what constitutes this type of sex. Often, it is interpreted as sex which does not involve such elements as BDSM, kink, or fetish activities, and is therefore considered plain or conventional.
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Lily's mother sipped her coffee while admiring her beautiful red-headed 21-year-old daughter across the dinner table. Carol loved her with every breath in her body, but she worried about her.
Lily was the proverbial "love child"—the unexpected result of a passionate affair Carol had had late in life. She'd never had any intention of getting together with the father, even when he left his wife, so Lily had grown up without one. Carol worried constantly that the lack of a male presence in the house had made her daughter skittish of men. Lily rarely brought boyfriends home, and never seemed to be that interested in the ones she did. She seemed more excited about her schoolwork than anything else.
Carol hoped that Lily would meet someone, but then again, she often thought, who would be good enough for her? The young boys she had brought home had been so agog at her beauty they could barely speak, and had not seemed nearly interesting enough.
Lately, however, she had noticed a change in her. Something, a small incident, had made her wonder, but if Lily didn't want to tell her . . . "So what are your plans for the summer? Any dates lined up, dear?"
Lily smiled. "No, not yet . . ."
"What about your friends? I haven't seen them around lately."
"They're off with their boyfriends. No time."
"You should try and meet someone. Have some fun! Go out!"
Lily walked over and wrapped her arms around her from behind, while Carol reached up and held onto them. "I will, Mother, I promise."
"So, are you off to the store?"
"Yes, I'll close up tonight. Don't worry about anything." Lily kissed her on the cheek.
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As Lily sped up the freeway from Orange County in the opposite direction of where she was supposed to be going, she cringed once again from the guilt of having lied to her mother. She hated it, but she was in the middle of something she knew she would not understand.
She had left someone else in charge at the store, and was on her way to see her lover. He had a little painting studio in Venice on the canals, their favorite place to meet. As she thought of Robert waiting for her, she pressed on the gas and forgot about her mother. Opening the window to inhale the scent of the eucalyptus trees lining the freeways, Lily's body ached with anticipation.
The desert night air of Southern California swirled around her like a hot liquid bath. Los Angeles was a foul pit during the day, but the most erotic city on earth at night. The endless strip mall landscape clogged with cars disappeared when the sun went down, and a magical world took its place. Misted blue hills dotted with twinkling white lights emerged as a ring on the horizon to frame the star-filled sky. The glimmering ocean turned into a gigantic mirror reflecting the moon and clouds, the lights from the hills, and the lazily spinning carnival rides lining the boardwalk piers. A heavy scent of ocean mixed with jasmine seeped into every house. The city became softer and more primitive as nature reasserted its power. Bears, wolves, and coyotes wandered down from the hills. And everywhere was the promise of something secret, sexy, and seductive going on.
As long as she lived, Lily would never forget these nights.
She pulled up to Robert's pink bungalow. Seeing a light on in the back, she walked around to the side door.
He met her there, opened the door, and pulled her in. In seconds he had her petite, voluptuous body pushed up against the wall, his massive arms pinning her as he kissed her mouth and fisted her thick russet ringlets with his paint-splattered hands. "What took you so long?"
Closing her eyes, Lily smiled and leaned against the wall like a rag doll, passive and weak as she sunk into a thick languor. She luxuriated in it as if she had just jumped into a deep pool.
Robert's mouth found her throat and slowly licked and sucked its way down to her shoulder blades, stopping at the base of the neck and staying there with his hot breath against her skin. He whispered, "I've missed you, baby." He kept his mouth on her neck, enjoying teasing her and making her tremble.
He brought her hands up over her head, holding them there, while pushing his cock into her belly through her dress and looking into her eyes. Their fingers stayed intertwined as they looked at each other. Powerful lust knotted them together—the raw lust of new lovers that Robert hadn't known for a long time and that Lily was experiencing for the very first.
Robert leaned in to her wet, pink lips again, opened her mouth wide with his, and kissed her for a long time, as slowly and hotly as the desert night around them.
With her arms stretched above her, Lily felt the thick gold ring on Robert's left hand and, being unable to do a thing about it, her nipples jumped with pleasure and hardened against his chest. He was so attuned to her body that he felt it immediately and smiled, "Mmmmmm . . . ." He brought one hand down and traced it down her throat to her breasts, and watched her nipples get harder.
Lily had no idea why his being married turned her on so much; she only knew that it did. She gazed at Robert's body, taking in his soft, worn, plaid flannel work shirt hanging open over a too small t-shirt and faded cords. He was tall and lean, and the dark curly hairs on his stomach formed a trail downward to his creased leather belt. As her gaze went lower and she thought of his cock, a sharp, intense ache ripped through her. Knowing he was married, that he was hard, that he was here, and that he was staying late so he could fuck her made her groan involuntarily.
She hadn't sought this out. She never thought she would have been the type to be the "other woman." It had just sort of . . . happened, when he kept coming into the store. He was the first man she'd ever really wanted. Lily didn't understand it; she only knew that once it had started, she couldn't stop it.
Robert reached down to her waist and held it where her hips began to curve and then grasped her and lifted her up like it was nothing, hoisting her up so she was wrapped around him like a vine, her legs straddling his hips, her face buried in his neck. The few minutes it took to get her to the couch seemed much too long.
He sat down on the couch, leaned back, and pulled Lily down so she was lightly straddling his lap. This was where they had first had sex, and it was still the most erotic place for them to be. The smells of paint and turpentine and fresh canvas had become a permanent part of their bodies and minds. The sharp chemical odors would forever evoke jasmine and ocean and eucalyptus, hot winds, and sex.
Robert looked up at her wild red hair spreading out behind her and her creamy skin glowing like a lily, and groaned as his cock swelled. Lily made him harder than he had ever been in his life. The illicit nature of what they were doing made his cock harden and pumped up, pulsating with the intense desire that had hit him the moment she walked through the door. He whispered, "Spread your legs." He needed to feel her through their clothes.
Lily moaned when she pulled her thighs wide open and moved forward to position his cock directly between her legs.
As Robert fondled and caressed her breasts through her dress, he started grinding up into her white cotton panties.
He loved this moment. Not fucking yet, but already fucking with their eyes as he pumped up into her in slow circles while they smiled at each other.
Lily rode him like this for a long time, reveling in their building passion until Robert couldn't stand it anymore and pushed her gently backwards and off him.
