Jeanie led me by the hand into the hotel. My heart was racing in anticipation as we crossed through the lobby to the elevator. She led me inside and pressed our floor number. As soon as the doors closed she pulled me into her wordlessly. Our mouths found one another and we kissed passionately, tongues dancing in our excitement. When the doors opened we separated momentarily as we stumbled into the hallway. She fished into her little purse and pulled out the key card for our room.
She gave me a devious look as she slid the card into the lock. "Can you believe this is happening?" she asked coyly.
"I can't believe anything that happened tonight is real," I replied.
The lock clicked and she pulled the handle. I pushed the door open for her. "Disappointed?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
I shook my head. "Wondering how I could be so fucking lucky, actually," I said.
She smiled seductively as she brushed past me entering the room. I stepped in after her and let the door swing shut behind me. I put the empty champagne bottle down on the desk, and deposited my jacket on the desk chair. No lights were on but the curtains were open and bright moonlight spilled in. Jeanie clicked on a light, but it made everything seem artificial.
"No," I told her, "leave it off."
"Don't you want to see me?" she asked smiling.
"Yes, I want to see you in the moonlight. I want see you the way you looked on Overlook Ridge, when we first kissed."
She clicked the light off and stepped into me, pressing up against me. "That's so romantic, Jim," she said. I ran my right hand along her cheek and returned her smile. I let my hand caress her cheek and the back of her neck, while I ran my left hand up and down her arm, soothing her. I knew this moment had to feel monumental to her; I wanted her to know I was going to treat her kindly. We stared into each other's eyes for several moments.
"Are you scared?" I whispered.
"No," she whispered back, "I'm with you."
I smiled. "Jeanie, I want this to be wonderful for you. If you're not comfortable or if things feel like they're too overwhelming or anything, just tell me."
She nodded slightly, letting me know she appreciated the gesture. But I could hear her breath coming in shorter, quicker gasps. I knew her heart must have been pounding as hard as mine was. We stared at each other. There was nothing left to say. We'd shared an amazing night. I'd done the best I could to make it memorable, an evening she'd always cherish and remember. Now here we were. Everything we'd shared as friends and as admirers had led to this moment.
I pulled her softly into me and kissed her deeply. She met my kiss with fervor, running her hands around my back and pulling me into her. We explored each other's mouths again, as we had so many times that evening. Again I found myself wondering how the hell it had come to this. I had begun the evening telling myself that I wouldn't lay a hand on her. That she was off-limits and that out of respect for her brother I would not let this happen. Now here I was, alone in a hotel with her, kissing her passionately, about to make love to her. I couldn't believe it was happening.
But she was right. I owed it to her to respect her wishes as well. And she had assured me that this was what she wanted, and that I was the right man for her to be here with. When I searched my own feelings, I knew I felt that as well. I did care about her. I wanted nothing but the best for her, and I respected her completely. I knew my intentions were good.
Once I told myself this, I let go of any inhibitions I had left. I felt her soft tongue searching my mouth and it was as though I melted into her. It's ok to want her, I thought. It's ok to want to touch her, to feel her, to explore her. You care about her. Genuinely and deeply. And she cares about you. It's ok to take her. She wants you and she's offering herself to you. Take her.
As soon as these thoughts entered my head, it was like a switch going off. I ran my hands down her back to her sides and lifted her up slightly, so that we were level and our kisses were straight on. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and moaned, running her tongue in a circle over my lips. I let my hands drift down slightly onto her behind. She responded by wrapping her right leg around me.
I could feel the firm roundness of her ass beneath the dress. My heart skipped a beat as I ground myself gently into her. I thought of the few layers of clothes between us and how easily they could be removed. Her beautiful dress, which she had looked positively gorgeous in all night, was just a thin, delicate piece of fabric. This airy little garment was all that separated me from the heavenly delights of Jeanie's femininity beneath.
I squeezed her tightly to support her weight and began walking her slowly toward the bed. She moaned again when she realized what was happening. I was taking her there. I was taking her to where this evening was going to meet its inevitable climax, to where our destinies were leading us.
We got to the bed and I sat her down gently. We broke our kiss and looked into one another's eyes. I felt like I should say something reassuring.
"Jeanie..." I began, but she cut me off.
"Jim, I want you." She said it quickly and authoritatively, dispelling anything I may have felt compelled to say. I put both hands on her face and just looked at her for a moment. Then I slowly and seductively ran them down onto her shoulders, slipping my fingers under the straps of her dress. I let my hands run lower onto her chest, moving agonizingly slowly. Her shoulders heaved with the depth of her breathing, anticipating my touch on her sensitive flesh.
I ran my hands down under her dress onto her bare breasts, giving the tiny little handfuls a gentle squeeze. Her head dipped back, as though her neck suddenly became soft, and she exhaled deeply. I cupped both tits gently and squeezed them firmly. I let my thumbs trace little circles around her nipples, and I felt the sensitive flesh of her areolas begin to tighten and harden as the blood rushed into them. I was dying to see them, to slip the dress off her and see her beautiful breasts in all their glory. To pinch the nipples until they were engorged, to lick them, suck them, bite them. I could feel my eagerness boiling up inside me.
I ran my thumbs over her nipples repeatedly. They had hardened to fullness and I tweaked them softly. Jeanie moaned deeply, and I pushed my mouth into hers. I gave her a little push and she fell weakly backward onto the bed, breaking our kiss. My hands slipped out from under her dress and I stood above her, gazing down at her lying on the bed.
She met my gaze for a moment, then broke eye contact, letting her eyes drift down to my crotch. My cock had hardened in my pants and I felt it twinge involuntarily as she stared at it. She looked back up at me and grinned deviously seeing my cock twitch. She grabbed me by my belt and pulled me down onto her. I let myself fall on top of her into a deep kiss. I pushed my tongue immediately past her lips and into her mouth, simulating exactly what I was absolutely dying to do to her. She accepted it willingly, curling her own tongue around it and sucking it gently with her soft, fleshy lips.
