Knocking on the door got no answer, so they let themselves in, laughing when they saw the table. It seemed that their two friends had decided to give Scott a helping shove. The candles on the table were lit and there were two wine glasses waiting.
"Seems like a terrible thing to waste. Shall we?" Scott escorted Stacy through the door.
"Please," she answered, although to her ears it sounded more like a begging plea than a statement. If he didn't do something soon, she was going to throw him down and do it for him.
The jazz that was playing softly in the background pulled amused chuckles from them. While it was one of their mutual favorites, Ron and Carol hated it and forbid the mention of it in the house. Walking to the table, Scott picked up the wine glasses and handed one to Stacy, tipping his for the mandatory glass touch, the ping hanging in the air.
Scott watched Stacy bring the glass to her lips and wished his lips were there instead. He wasn't sure if the moan he was making on the inside escaped or if she just noticed him staring, but when he glanced up into the eyes looming over the rim, he saw them sparkling with more than candlelight. He jerked his eyes down, his face heating, and found her cleavage waiting. Forgetting that he just got caught for staring, he let his eyes travel across the smooth contours of her breasts, the tanned skin setting off the delicate lace of her bra. Prying his eyes away, he finished his trip down to the bright red polish on the toes peeking through the open toes of her heels.
Stacy had done her homework on the care and feeding of the man in front of her, and did her best to fill his four food groups; eyes, lips, breasts and heels; the dessert for him was legs and ass. She had spent more time with him over the past two months, than she had with all of her previous "boyfriends" combined. All of them just wanted in her pants and she had never found one that could qualify as her friend, until Scott came along, now all she had to do is get him to take the next step.
She knew Carol was up to something when she wouldn't tell her anything but when to be at the house. Figuring Scott was going to be there, she took extra time getting ready, the rose scented bubble bath a given; he had said he liked it the first time they met. Lying back in the thick bubbles, she let her hands wander as she thought of the blue eyes and rugged good looks, her fingers tickling her nipples. She could feel the tightness starting already, a condition that had been permanent since that first night. Putting aside the part of her that must have been in heat, she took the time to shave, again. The strokes of the razor on her pussy were making it hard to think, and had to bite her lip to keep the images of him doing it for her at bay. She felt the lips swelling and stifled a moan when the side of the blade cartridge brushed her begging clit.
Pulling her thighs back until they were rubbing her nipples, she reached around her ass and ran her fingers along the smooth skin of her pussy. Letting her knees fall open, she teased her lips open with one hand, and started slowly rubbing her clit in circles, mentally substituting his strong hands for hers as she felt her orgasm start. She had a hair trigger lately, and that was just from being in the same room and only talking. Imagining his lips caressing her clit, she gave in to what had to be the two hundredth orgasm he had unknowingly caused. She let her knees slip back together and sighed when her hands slid across her breasts, finishing with a tight pinch on her nipples. When she felt her pussy clenching, she stopped and ignored her out of control body; the next time she came, it would be with Scott even if she had to wrestle him to the ground.
She had to resort to wearing pads to keep from soaking through whatever she was wearing in the evenings, unable to keep her hunger in check, and it was worse now. Not knowing what had been arranged, she avoided wearing the skirt she had been saving for him, the top of the slit hitting her a few inches below her pussy. No, tonight was a jeans night and the pair had already made an impression on Scott the first time she wore them. The faded denim conformed to her like a second skin, the seam in the center slipping between the cheeks of her ass on its way through her pussy lips, finishing the trip by caressing her clit.
Holding the wisp of the g-string she had laid out to wear, she thought of the way the jeans fit and put it back in the drawer with a smile. The lacy bra did more to accentuate the swell of her breasts, each nipple showing in sharp relief, and she clipped it together between the firm globes. The blouse was modestly buttoned for the walk across campus, after that all bets were off. She had left the jeans until last, knowing that the seam would make it impossible to think straight, pulling them between her lips and against her clit with a sigh.
Stepping into the strappy three inch stilettos, she looked in the mirror, imagining that she was modeling them for Scott. They sucked to walk very far in, normally she would wear flats then change when she got to where she was going, but she thought that the sore feet would be more than worth it. With one last check of her outfit and makeup, she grabbed her purse and the herd of butterflies that seemed to be her constant companions lately, and pulled her door closed behind her.
Stacy felt her heart beating faster when she saw him staring at her, smiling when he turned red and made it as far as the result of the extra buttons she had undone. While she waited for him to finish his thorough once over, she felt the heat rising to her own cheeks, and leaned in to kiss his lips when he looked back up. Heat flared through her when she felt her lips against his, part from embarrassment that she had done what she did and part from finally doing what she had been craving for so long.
Scott was just looking up expecting to see a disapproving look, and was shocked when he felt her lips on his. The look on her face told him that she was just as shocked as he was, if not more. When he saw the color leap up her face and her turning her head away, he stopped her with a touch and leaned back in to continue what she started. He relaxed when he felt her slipping into his arms, her lips parting and her tongue meeting his.
Stacy ended up on her toes with a hand behind his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss, their tongues twisting through the other's mouth. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand settle on her ass, her arousal already spiraling higher.
"Yessssss," Stacy sighed when they took a break to breathe.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the bright red on his cheeks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I've just never had that effect on anyone before."
"Good. That just means I won't have to slap anyone," she said and a shy smile slipped back on her face, "Now come back down here, my lips are already lonely."
Putting his wine glass down, he reached under Stacy and picked her up by the ass that drove him nuts. Walking over to the couch, he sat her down and leaned over to kiss her, squeaking when she pulled him down on top of her. It was his turn to moan when he felt her heels on his ass, pulling him tighter, and her hands everywhere. Lifting up so she could pull his shirt over his head, he noticed that all but the last two buttons on her blouse were undone; he would have sworn they were all buttoned when he last looked.
Unable to resist the urge, he slipped down far enough to lightly run his nose into the valley of soft skin that had been tormenting his thoughts for the past six weeks. Each time they had managed to run into each other, there would be a little more to see, tantalizingly close but achingly out of reach. He took his time and savored the feel of each touch, his tongue adding its worship as he covered the exposed flesh.
"May I?" Scott had reached the clasp of her bra, and was looking up into the simmering heat behind the brown eyes watching him love her tits.
Stacy only thought she was horny before, the way he was making love to her tits had her climbing the walls and she could feel her wetness soaking through her jeans. It was obvious to her that he wasn't going to be satisfied with a single piece of her, he wanted it all, and she was ready to give it to him.
"Oh, fuck yes," came out, surprising her, but she meant it.
By the time he made it to her nipples she was beside herself from the feelings he was tapping. He had nibbled and licked in spirals around both of them, his hands staying out of the way for the time being. Holding his mouth open, he brushed the boundary where the pale skin of her breasts changed to the dark brown of her areolas.
