"Yeah, that's why I didn't really consider asking if you wanted to go with me. If you came, I'd... we'd... jeez, you know what, forget I said anything." I felt like a fucking idiot even bringing it up.
"You'd want to stay on the down-low in front of your
Abuela.
Take me as a friend."
"Yeah, listen, never mind, I'm fucking dumb. I know how insulting that must--"
"I'd love to go."
"Wait... what?"
"I said I'd love to go. I love weddings, and I'd love to see you in one. I'm not saying I'm okay with being a secret from your grandmother forever, but it's early for us. We can pretend I'm just a friend while we're there."
"Uh... wow. Okay, I mean it's not like it's... I mean my brother knows about us and so does his fiancé. They're fine with it. He says, anyway."
"Will there be dancing?"
"Yeah."
"And what will you be wearing?"
"I'm gonna wear a tux."
"A tux... You're going to wear a tux..." A hungry look crossed her face.
"Yeah, with a vest and bow tie and everything."
"That is
definitely
a selling point. I assume no dirty dancing quite like at the Latin club last week?"
"No... have to keep at least a little daylight between us."
"So, we'd have to keep our hands off each other. So, if I wanted us to get really inappropriate with each other for the first time, we should maybe do that before we go to your brother's wedding then?"
"Last week in your car wasn't really inappropriate?" I grinned at her.
"No, that was only mildly inappropriate," she said, her grin matching mine.
We walked in her front door exactly nineteen minutes later, as the sun was giving up its last light to the evening. I spun her and pressed her back to the wall of her entryway, and kissed her hard, running my hand from her hip up her side towards her breasts. She stopped me.
"Wait..." she said breathlessly, looking out the window in the door towards the street, "Not here. Upstairs."
"Get going then. I'm not going to wait long."
As I followed her up, I tried (and failed) to keep my hands off the smooth globes of her ass as it jiggled its way up the steps. The way she pushed back against my touch told me it wasn't unwelcome. When we reached the top, she said "Alexa, I'm home." All the lights came on, while her Bluetooth speakers started playing R&B music.
"Alexa, turn off all the lights," I called out, and the apartment was plunged back into the twilight gloom coming through the front windows. She turned to me as I grabbed the hem of her University of Wakanda t-shirt. Raising her arms, she let me pull it up over her head to reveal a black satin bra and a gold hoop through her belly button, a tiny charm dangling from it.
I traced the backs of my fingers over the tops of her breasts and her chest rose and fell with as her breathing quickened. She reached for my shirt. I helped, snagging my sports bra and whipping both layers of cloth over my head. Jane's eyes tried to pop out of her head as she took in my naked chest for the first time. She reached behind her with both hands, then tossed her bra after my clothes. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her. We pressed against each other, and the warmth of her skin flooded sensations into my mind, like the kiss of a sunbeam through a window, accompanied by a fleeting memory of feeling safe. A feeling of home. I kissed her again as I slid my nipples over hers, and was rewarded with her sharp intake of breath against my mouth. The R & B music continued from the speakers on her bookshelves, all brash horns and drums as a man's falsetto voice sang about rolling on and on.
"Not that I don't like your playlists, but this isn't really the right vibe," I said, looking into her eyes.
"Do you want something sexier or no music?"
"Dealer's choice."
She grinned as she called out, "Alexa, it's sexy time." The under-cabinet lights in her kitchen came on at maybe twenty percent brightness, but blue instead their usual warm yellow. The man's falsetto voice was replaced with Alicia Keys.
I snorted. "You're a dork."
She giggled, which turned into a gasp as I leaned in, fastening my lips onto her neck. I felt her hands fumbling with the button to my cargo shorts and they dropped to my feet. I stepped out of them, kicking off my knock-off Birkenstocks at the same time, then I pushed her back towards the couch. Just as we reached it, she spun me around so that I was the one who flopped down onto the cushions.
"This time it's my turn," she said, standing over me. Once again, I felt like a fish out of water. I was always the one who took charge. But... I wanted to let her do whatever she wanted, as long as this kept going. She shimmied out her shorts, leaving her in just her panties, black satin and lace that, of course, matched her bra.
Jane knelt between my legs, running her hands over the tops of my thighs. Her nails raked down my legs as Miss Keys told me that everything meant nothing if she ain't got me. Jane ran her fingertips smoothly back up my legs, past my boxer-briefs, and along the skin of my stomach. I wasn't anywhere near as well-endowed as she was, her hands easily covered my breasts. I sucked in a little breath as she gave a tug on the tiny silver barbell that pierced my left nipple.
She leaned forward to kiss me as she twirled my already hard nipples between her fingers, then traced her tongue down my neck, until her lips fastened over my unpierced nipple. An inarticulate sound escaped me, as I felt her hands in the waistband of my underwear, tugging. I lifted my butt off the couch to let her slide them down my legs. I raised my feet together, to allow her to pull them off, then after she tossed them aside, she gripped my knees to spread my legs wide again, quickly moving back between them.
"I wouldn't have guessed you for a shaver," she breathed, as she ran her fingers over the smooth skin above my pussy.
"All the better to eat, my dear," I intoned in my best Big Bad Wolf voice. I could go weeks without shaving when I had no one to impress, but I usually cleaned up the joint if I was going on the prowl at a dance club. Or going on a third date with someone with whom I would never have dreamed I'd be actually getting lucky with.
She giggled again.
Fuck, I love making her laugh, it's--O-o-o-o--
I sucked in a deep breath as she leaned down and ran her tongue over my clit. "Fuck yes," I breathed.
Her only response was a happy sound, as her tongue was busy tracing circles. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, so I jumped a little when one of her slim fingers caressed my lips for the briefest moments before sliding smoothly into me. I was so wet, there was almost no resistance. I raised my knees higher, my bare feet lightly resting on her shoulders, while my hands caressed her cheeks, then moved to the top of her head to tangle into the mass of her ringlets.
"Can I...?" I whispered, curling one finger under the edge of her ever-present head wrap.
She paused the ministrations her mouth was bestowing on me, but her fingers never stopped. "If you want to. You'll see why I wear these once you take it off though."
I gently tugged on the elastic cloth band, pulling it up over her hair. The tower of curls piled over her head promptly flopped down, covering her face to almost her chin. In the dim glow from the street lights outside I could see her adorable grin as she pushed the mop of curls to one side.
"It has a mind of its own," she said.
"It's fucking
hot
," I answered. That was apparently the right answer, because she dove back at me with her tongue. I gasped loudly. Her hair refused to stay to the side, falling down and covering her face while she licked at me.
Can't have that.
I grabbed her hair with both hands and held it up out of the way so I could watch her. As I lifted her dark curls, I revealed her hazel eyes, looking up at me in the dim light.
Fuck, she is so sexy!
Much as I felt like I should have been the one taking charge, I couldn't help but revel in the attention.
"Jesus, Jane, that feels so fucking... ah... ah...
Ah! Good! Yes! So good!"
I was shocked how quickly my orgasm was coming. Usually I wasn't this fast but
Jesus!
"
Yes... yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't--
gaaaaah!"
The guttural cry involuntarily slipped from my mouth as tremors wracked my body. My thighs clamped onto the sides of her head, my fingers tightening in her hair.
When I could breathe again, I sat up, pulling her face to mine. I kissed her deeply, relishing the taste of myself on her tongue.
"God, Jane, that was really good."
"Returning the favor from last week. Now we're even," she said, leaning her forehead against mine, her hair falling around our faces.
"Yeah? Time to get you back into my debt, then." I pulled her to her feet as I stood. "Show me your bedroom. Time for round two."
What must have been two hours later, we were sitting in the middle of her king-sized bed facing each other, legs intertwined, covers thrown to the floor, pillows scattered. Jane was panting, one hand gripping my arm as our hips rocked.
"You are entirely too good at this," she said between breaths as we scissored against each other. She was leaning her head back to keep her hair out of her face, but she never took her eyes off me. I curled my leg around her back, pulling her tighter to me. The coarse triangle of hair above her pussy was grinding into my clit.
"You inspire greatness in me," I said, panting myself.
I wish I could say we both came at the same time, but the truth was this wasn't the best sex move for getting me there. It apparently was for Jane though, as she had another of her trademark quiet, intense orgasms.
"Yes... Viv, yes,
yes!"
I loved how she barely whispered when she came. I kept grinding against her until she pushed me away, flopping down to her back.
"Lord in heaven, I can't take anymore!" she said, chest heaving. Such a nice chest. I really enjoyed the heaving.
I reached over the side of the bed and tossed a couple of the pillows to her, then grabbed a corner of the sheet. I dragged it back onto the bed to cover us as I turned around to lay down on my back next to her. She wasted no time snuggling up to me, head on my shoulder. Her hand caressed my stomach.
"Can I take care of you again? I think I'm at least a couple ahead of you."
I reached down, pulling her knee over my leg. "Nah, I think five rounds is plenty for our first real time together. We can go for more next time if you want."
God, I wanted there to be a next time.
"More? Good Lord, you've worn me down to a nub."
"You're pretty good yourself, you know."
"Thanks," she said through a huge yawn. She snuggled tighter to me. Her hair tickled the side of my head, it's faint lavender scent mixing with the delicious smell of sex that filled the room.
"I'm starting to see why you always wear a head wrap," I said, gently stroking it away from my face.
She didn't answer. I looked down to find her sound asleep.
Nice work, Esparza. Did yourself proud.
I stared at the ceiling, thinking back to the night we'd met, when I'd assumed she was a student, only to find she was my professor.
Boy, I really thought I'd fucked myself that night. Now I've spent the last few hours fucking my teacher.
The laugh slipped out before I could catch it. Fortunately, it wasn't enough to wake Jane. She stirred against me in her sleep, her arm pulling me tighter.
I have no idea how long this is going to last, but I'm going to try and enjoy every second of it until it's over,
I thought. I pulled the high school boy move, lifting my fingers to my nose and savoring her scent on them.
I closed my eyes. Usually after a session like that, I'd be keyed up and thinking about a shot of tequila to get to sleep. Tonight, the sound of Jane's breathing was all the lullaby I needed.
~~ Lorton, Virginia ~~
"Ladies and gentlemen, may present, Mr. and Mrs. Diego Esparza! Diego, you may kiss your bride!"
Jeez, could he be any more patriarchal?
I thought as I clapped along with everyone else in the church. My cheeks hurt from grinning at my little brother, who was taking the priest's advice and thoroughly kissing Virginia.
I hadn't been happy when Diego had told me Father Esteban would be performing their wedding mass, despite his having retired as the priest at St. Mary's. I guess I couldn't blame Diego and Virginia for asking him to do it, as they'd both grown up with him as their priest. As had I, but he and I had a different relationship. The new priest was supposed to be nice, but they'd known this guy for their whole lives.
Father Esteban had glowered at me when I'd walked to the altar with Diego, wearing my tux. His grey hair and steel-rimmed glasses were as intimidating now as they'd been when I'd taken my first communion with him. I'd tried to ignore him, letting my half-inch too tight collar distract me. Since I wasn't technically 'out' to him or anyone at the church, he had no reason to deny me communion and I didn't think he'd make a scene at Diego's wedding. Instead I focused on being there for Diego and the delightful memory of the expression on Jane's face when I'd opened the door of my apartment wearing my monkey suit, minus the bow tie.
