18
I change into my business suit on the limo ride home, rolling my leathers into a ball to carry inside my suit jacket, I don't know why, I guess I don't want anyone to see the leather.
I finish preparing the roast beef supper I started this morning in the slow cooker.
I set everything on the table and call Rachel.
Sitting on stools at the island across from each other, she hasn't spoke at all.
"Ok, why go on like this; I've got to know." I put down my utensils,
"Please don't interrupt me Rachel, I have something to say."
I pause to align my thoughts as a good lawyer, I'm about to present my case.
"We need to move past this, this childish behavior of yours." I stare at her; she has no facial expression whatsoever.
"You invited me here, knowing nothing about me. You took me for a sensuous massage before you knew my last name and a lunch with a sexually delightful dessert. You admitted to seducing me and explained you wanted an intellectual roommate. You gave me a bank account, only then finding out my full name.
You shared me with your friends in an orgy; you unleashed a dormant sexual animal."
I pause again, mainly to control myself from getting more upset.
"Sunday, you teased that beast, pushing me to an extreme fervor. I already craved you; the accumulation of your lewd, sexy behavior drove me to a frenzy; I lost control, my increasing ardor erupted, my passion for you was overpowering and I acted on my uncontrolled newfound lust; knowing you disliked quickies. I felt this was different than that, this was a tremendous amount of foreplay culminating in spontaneous sex. I actually thought you were testing my breaking point, how was I to know you had a control issue"
Once more I gather my thoughts, to keep on track.
"Ok, you were agitated and rejected me. You never shared any rules of conduct, or guidelines I needed to follow; I had no idea what I did wrong. I was hurt, fiercely horny and you shunned me, after arousing me to a height I'd never known. So, I texted Sarah, not knowing anyone one else to talk to. She agreed to meet me, then soon after you phoned her, which I feel was to spite me."
Rachel opens her mouth, starts to defend herself.
I hold up my hand to indicate I'm not done.
I don't want to listen to you yet; hear me out."
I take a swig of wine.
"Since then, you've been cold, made me feel unwelcome, unwanted, except for a brief teasing in the tub Monday, after you knew Max fucked me. At which time I thought you'd gotten over your childish pout, but you abruptly went to bed; you haven't spoken to me since."
I give her a genuine smile, calm my voice.
"Rachel, you're stunning, sexy, seductive, enjoyable to be with and interesting, but you have some serious social skill and relationship issues. I suspect your previous partner leaving the way she did, is partly to blame." Another brief pause.
I'm not her, I'm naΓ―ve Bridgette, from Kansas. If you rue your invitation; regret I'm here, I'm ok with leaving, and will depart tomorrow. I won't be on the street, I've made friends, I can get an advance. Rachel, do you want to continue with me, or without me?" I fill my wine glass.
I was maybe too direct because Rachel begins crying.
I move to a stool beside her; hug her, drying her tears.
After several minutes she spoke.
"Dammit you're bang on," She's whimpering.
"I was pouting; I had a specific plan to seduce you, to keep you sexually elevated all day, I got upset when you became the aggressor; I am sorry, my bad. I want you to stay but please promise me one thing." She rubs my forearm and looks up at me with tear filled eyes.
"Ok, what." I kiss her forehead tenderly. Drying the remaining tears with a napkin.
"You'll always be open and honest like this and won't take 3 days to call me out when I'm being an asshole." She pulls me closer, embraces me tightly.
"I was scared I'd pushed you away for good." She rubs my bum, nuzzles my neck. We hug and passionately kiss for several minutes.
"Let's get wasted, I want you to sleep in my bed tonight." Rachel kisses me passionately, her fingers on my tit.
I remove her blouse, fondling her beautiful boobs, I reply.
"Rachel, I'm a farm girl, I struggle with patience. Sorry if I'm too aggressive, I discovered today I enjoy being a Dom."
I nuzzle the nape of her neck; my fingers go inside the elastic waistband of her shorts. She moans as my forefinger finds her wet labia. Our passion escalates.
"I don't care about getting wasted, I'll gladly share your bed, but don't you dare expect much sleep."
I pull her to the floor. Pin her arms above her head and hold them with my left hand. My right hand lowers her shorts, and my thumb teases her clit, my first 2 fingers separate her lips and my middle finger slides in her slick slit.
"Rachel, you're so damn sexy, I can't wait any longer." My mouth goes from tit to tit then to her mouth. My fingers and thumb playing with her pussy making her hips writhe, heaving in response.
"When you were masturbating Sunday, I had my hand on the doorknob. Your damn bull story, made me walk away." I release her wrists, her arms surround me, and we kiss, feverishly, passionately, I thrust my fingers into her cunt.