A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!
CHAPTER SIX
Time really does fly when you're having fun. When I woke up the next morning I found that Ken had called in that morning and taken the day off - and he sure didn't have shopping on his mind. Aside from a couple of breaks for meals, we spent the day sucking and fucking and cuddling each other...the inertia from the night before carried Ken through five orgasms that I remember, and I had more than I could count!
Yet by dinnertime I was neither tired nor sated, just a bit stiff from so much time between the sheets, so I jumped at Ken's suggestion of a walk to the local fast food joint. I threw on my usual jeans and T-shirt - regular ones, not the hot ones that had helped our night before so much! - and we headed off.
I hardly even tasted the food, being out in the beautiful early evening with the man I loved and lusted for occupied most of my thoughts. By the time we returned to our front door I not only had no conscious memory of the day or the time.
Dave Johanssen arrived at the door the same moment we did.
My eyes widened. God, is it Friday already? And it's eight o'clock....
"Hey, Dave, just on time," Ken said jovially.
"Ahh," Dave began, eyes glued to me; then he dragged them away and looked at Ken.
"Ah, yea, I always like to be on time."
"Great!" Ken unlocked the door and motioned Dave inside ahead of us. I grabbed Ken's hand and pulled him back toward me, and whispered at him urgently,
"You should have reminded me!" I hissed. "I'm not dressed for company, I'm dressed to schlep! And look at him, he looks like he's dressed—"
"Don't worry about it," Ken interrupted me, "he's always dressed like that. You look fine as you are, or you can slip away and change if you want." Ken gave me a huge smile and patted my hand. "Just play the evening as it happens, and everything will be fine."
I looked in his eyes for a moment and was surprised to see lust beginning to gather there. I blinked at that -
what does he have in mind?
I wondered - and finally just shrugged, nodded and followed Ken into the house.
Dave was dressed as elegantly and sexily as the first time I'd seen him, tight pants already showing a noticeable bulge that seemed to grow slightly as he watched me follow Ken into the living room. And bang! Like an electric shock I was grabbed by the same hypnotic spell I'd been under when I saw Dave at the club. The residual effect of a day - and the night before! - of fucking, the feeling I'd had when Ken and I headed for dinner that the fucking wasn't through for the day...they all grabbed me at once, and made my hands twitch as they had before,
oh, god I want that cock
resounded through my head....
And Dave's eyes were riveted on me.
They were riveted on me, I realized a moment later, but there was a different look in them. Not quite as hungry, not quite as lustful - glowing with sex, still, but without some of the urgent drive that had had us groping for each other a few nights before.
For a moment I was hurt. Then I mentally slapped myself as I realized,
of course he's not as driven by the sight of me like this! There's not much of me he can see right now!
And with that I realized what change was in order....
I tore me eyes away from our guest and gathered my wits with my voice. "Great to see you again, Dave," I said, wondering if my voice was as steady as I hoped. "But you're going to have to give me a minute to go change into something more, ah, suitable. Ken, why don't you get the video ready while I go change?"
"Oh, you don't have to get dressed up for me—" Dave began.
"Nonsense!" I waved a hand at him. "I'm not going to do much, be back in a sec."
Ken smiled at me encouragingly. "Great, Kathi," he said warmly. "I'll have the video ready when you get back."
I blinked once more at Dave, then turned and fled for my bedroom. I knew what I had to do - what I needed Dave to see, to get that magic back in his eyes. I didn't let myself wonder why I wanted the magic there; I didn't need to - my body was humming with the knowledge without the help of my brain!
I let my jeans lie in a heap where they fell on the floor, and nearly ripped the T-shirt over my head. Pulling open the drawer where I'd begun keeping my 'special occasion' outfits, I grabbed the stunner from my strip-show evening and raced to the bed.
He devoured me in this before,
I thought,
it's what he's looking for now.
I had the bra on and was reaching for the panties when I paused. "Wait a minute," I told myself. "I don't need to accentuate tonight...I need to
flaunt
!"
I took the bra back off and tossed it on the bed, then quickly velcroed on the strips skirt and virtually transparent blouse. I glanced in my full-length mirror; looking back at me was the same hot woman who'd wowed a roomful of men (
and Dave!
I amended), but without an ounce of petty showiness or false modesty. I was sex on the hoof...and I was ready for whatever was going to happen!
The two men were seated in out TV alcove when I got back, and I smiled as I noticed Ken had taken the only chair, leaving the love seat for Dave - and me. Both of their heads turned to me as I came into the room: Ken looking at me with that combination of pride and joy and lust I'd come to know so well the last few weeks; Dave's eyes growing as wide as saucers and drilling into me with the intensity of a wild man. I could feel my nipples rising against the sheer cloth that showed them off so well. I gave Dave my biggest, sexiest smile as I came to a stop in front of him.
"So," I said lightly, doing my usual pirouette especially well for his sake, rejoicing as I felt the strips of my skirt fly high to show off my best features, "this is much better, don't you think?"
Dave licked his lips and sucked in his breath. I could see him trying to form words for several seconds before any sound came out.
"You...you look even...more lovely than the other night," he finally stammered.
"Oh, go on with you," I answered lightly, and flounced down on the seat beside him. He had his legs crossed, desperately trying to hide the growing bulge threatening to overwhelm the zipper of his pants; I reached over and put my hand on the bottom leg, letting it drift up to within a couple of inches of that bulge. I could feel my own breath beginning to quicken as I added,
"This outfit's like wearing nothing at all."
Ken's smile was as broad as I had seen it. He picked up the universal remote and said, "Well, the tape's ready if you two are."
Dave jerked his head around to face the TV so fast you could almost hear a thunderclap. "You bet, let's go," he said jerkily.
Ken pushed play, and our big 45" screen sprang to life with a scene of a brightly lit but empty stage. It took a moment before it registered on me - it was the stage at the strip club!
"This is a special video I just got," Ken said smoothly. "Kathi hasn't even seen it yet. She and I went to this club, Dave, actually it was the same night we ran into you. Anyway, they asked if Kathi would like to—well, just listen, it's starting."
Before my eyes, the club manager walked out on the stage and introduced me - and then I was watching myself, in living color in my own living room, bobbing and weaving around the stage!
Dave watched in such fascination at first that I felt him almost relaxing under the hand I'd left on his leg. Then clearly audible voice called out for me to
take it off
...and as I began to do so to the music, rather well, I noted with satisfaction, Dave began to squirm and seemed to clamp his legs even more tightly together. A glance at his face showed his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. I smiled to myself,
now's the time for step one,
I thought, and moved my hand the last couple of inches up to the bulge that even crossed legs couldn't quell by this time.
He didn't slap my hand away, in fact, his legs uncrossed and, I think unconsciously, drifted apart. His hands, which had been clasped on his crossing knee, were suddenly at large; I reached across and grabbed his left hand with mine and lowered it to rest at the apex of the V formed by my spread legs. I left it to him whether to start fingering the pussy just barely covered by a strip of skirt, but silently hoped for the best.
I could barely believe the size of the cock I could feel through Dave's pants. And it didn't seem to be fully-grown yet! My hand continued its gentle rubbing of Dave's now throbbing member as the three of us watched me on the stage. I was nearing the end of the dance now, bobbing in front of each man who leaned on the edge of the stage, weaving just enough that their grasping hands touched only the visibly throbbing nipples that seemed to be growing nearly as large as small cocks. Suddenly his fingers seemed to find their own life at my crotch, quickly pushing aside what cloth there was and probing, gently but urgently, between the lips of my pussy and into the well beyond!
The music crashed to an end and Dave drew a shuddering breath, but before he could relax he realized that the show was far from over. Whoever had shot the video was good; there had been strategic close-ups all along of the most interesting parts of my anatomy as those flashed by. But now, as I knelt there on the stage in the afterglow of my dance, the picture zoomed unerringly down, down to my nether regions, to the pussy that I was fingering there for all to see. Gently at first, as I remembered; then faster, more urgently, drawing into a rhythm clearly visible on the big screen. I felt Dave's fingers begin to move to that same rhythm in my live pussy, then heard him gasp as the picture pulled back to show two young men beating their cocks to the same beat!
His fingers faltered slightly at my crotch; I encouraged him by both patting his left hand and stepping up my own hand's action on his cock. Somehow he got the hint, and fell into rhythm again, building the bubble in my cunt bigger and bigger until....
