Elanna in the Par

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For the first time since spring break, it's a relaxing Saturday morning. There are no more assignments to grade or lessons to plan. Students will take their final exams starting first thing Monday morning.

I take a sip of my mocha latte, a bite of my vanilla bean scone, and just people-watch in the coffee shop. I'm fairly certain that the couple sitting at the far table are the ones who ordered a custom painting from Elanna a few weeks ago.

"Michael," Angelo called out. He nodded his head toward the glass door where a very determined Elanna was approaching from the parking lot carrying a large box. The box was nearly as big as she was! I darted to the door and held it open as she made her way inside. The waiting couple hopped up as well to lend a hand with the box.

"Elanna! This is much bigger than we expected!" The woman remarked as her husband helped lower it carefully to the floor.

"There are several inches of bubble wrap on each side for protection. You could ship this thing around the world and back again safely!"

"That makes it a little hard to see."

"Yes, it does. So here is a print of it." Elanna reached into a large manila envelope taped to the side and pulled out a glossy replica of the painting. "The actual painting is twice as tall and twice as wide. I think I captured your vision."

"Oh my gosh! It's magnificent! Honey, look!" The couple both gushed over the print.

I returned to my table and watched the exchange. Talking, laughing, smiling, studying the print. After a while the conversation wrapped up, the print returned to the envelope, and cash changed hands. More smiles, talking, and laughing followed. Then the couple left with the painting and Elanna took a seat at the table.

"They seemed quite happy with the result. You must be proud."

"They were so excited that I couldn't help but feel excited too. It's going to a great home, I just know it. But I'm a little sad too. I spent a lot of time with that painting."

"Do you feel attached to all of your paintings?"

"Not all to the same degree, but yes." She paused for a moment, then a mischievous grin formed on her face. "I'm more attached to paintings I really put myself into."

I chuckled. "I'm pretty attached to one of those myself."

Angelo arrived with Elanna's usual order.

"Thank you, Angelo. Say, do you have room in the back to store an extra painting or two? Michael and I are going on a camping trip, and I want to be sure you can fill in any gaps that may arise."

"I've got room for a couple of paintings, just make sure they're covered. Where are you two going?"

"We haven't made a final decision, but we have a couple of parks shortlisted."

"Sounds like fun. Drop off the paintings before you leave and I'll take care of the rest."

"Thanks, Angelo, you're the best."

Angelo left to man the counter once again.

"We should decide where we're going and reserve a campsite," I noted.

"Yes, but there are more pressing matters."

"Right. I need to finish my breakfast and head home to get ready if I'm going to have any chance of tying my bow tie in time."

"A bow tie?"

"Yes, it is a somewhat dressy party, and I look dashing in a bow tie if I do say so myself."

"I need to go meet a friend of mine. She's promised to do my hair on a study break."

"I wish your friend the best of luck on their exams. Are we still okay with arriving an hour early to help with last-minute setup?"

"Yup. I'll be ready. Don't forget to stop by and pick me up. I believe you promised a horse-drawn carriage."

"Did I? It must've slipped my mind. Well, I'll see what I can arrange. See you later. I love you."

"I love you too, Michael."

A goodbye kiss and she was off to settle her bill. I scarfed down the last bits of scone, gulped the last bit of coffee, and lamented that my relaxing Saturday morning was already over.

***

I opted for a cream-colored shirt, a grey vest, a matching grey bow tie, and my brown tweed jacket. Dark slacks, socks, and shoes finished out the look. It was a versatile design, suitable for soliciting donations from wealthy alumni or marching off to death by PowerPoint in a faculty meeting. Or, in this case, rubbing elbows with fellow faculty and their spouses.

I rang the doorbell, with a single long-stem red rose in my hand. No corsage, this wasn't a corsage kind of gathering. But I didn't want to arrive empty-handed.

Elanna answered wearing the most incredible purple cocktail dress. Long sleeves with a short skirt. The top went up to her neck. The material was shiny with a kind of wavy pattern to it. Her hair was pulled back, and two barrettes secured two tiny braids, one on either side framing her face. She was wearing a black ribbon choker with a gold pendant on the front.

She reached for the rose. "Thank you, Michael. You do look quite dashing in a bow tie. I'm sorry I ever doubted! Come on in while I put this in some water."

She turned to get a tall glass from the kitchen in place of a vase. The back of the dress was open across most of her back. There was a clasp around her neck, then nothing but her perfect skin down to about her waist where fabric swooped back in and hugged her figure down to the hem. I'm not sure how far she can bend over before showing off more of her perfect... assets.

She's wearing matching purple heels. Is that shade of purple called lilac?

The rose went into a tall glass with some water sitting on the kitchen table.

Elanna returned to me, brought one hand up to caress my cheek, and said, "Michael, my love. Breathe for me."

I inhaled. She stood tip-toe and leaned in for a kiss. My hands found her butt. We kissed. My hands massaged her cheeks for a minute when I had a realization.

"No panties?"

"I want my plus one to have easy access tonight."

"You do realize we have never had a naughty little secret that stayed secret for more than 30 seconds, right?"

"That just means we need more practice."

"Oh."

"But hey, you can already form complete sentences. This could be a new record! Are we ready to go?"

"Almost." I produced a small square of paper with a scribble across it. "I asked the horse to draw a carriage, but he could barely hold the marker."

We both laughed until we teared up.

"Now, miss Elanna, we are ready to go."

She retrieved her purse from the table. "Very well, mister Michael. Lead the way."

***

"Elanna, my dear, you look absolutely ravishing! In fact, I'm a little surprised Michael isn't ravishing you this very moment." You have to admire Helen's directness. Or not. "Michael, Ed is out back stocking the ice chests. Elanna, help me set out the finger foods, will you?"

I headed out back in time for Ed to take a look at the women through the sliding glass door. "I tell you, Michael, we are two very lucky fellows."

"That we are, my good man. That we are." We stared for a bit too long and earned a cross look from Helen. And a little laugh from Elanna, I think. "Alright, what do you need me to do."

"Take the soft drinks there out of their packs, put them in that ice chest there, and add ice. Bags of ice are in the deep freeze in the garage." Ed got back to stocking another cooler with the hard drinks.

"Great. Did the pool table arrive?"

"Yes, it did. They delivered on Tuesday. I figured it would be good to have a couple of days to hone my skills before the party."

"Ah, Ed the pool shark."

"Hehe, I wouldn't bet money on that if I were you. Say, I give my last final on Wednesday morning, so Helen and I are taking a long weekend and heading to the coast. The table will still be around if you want to come over and try honing your pool shark skills."

"Sounds like fun. I'm sure I'll need a break from grading exams before the end of the week."

Drinks and snacks were soon ready, and guests started to arrive. Mostly fellow faculty members and their dates. Other friends from elsewhere were invited, of course, but the timing suited the college professor crowd. Some of the younger faculty graduated from accelerated programs, so they weren't much older than Elanna. I don't know if Elanna cared one way or the other, but I was glad she'd have people close to her own age to talk with.

The Dean and his wife showed up as well. I need to introduce them to Elanna at some point tonight. Speaking of, where has she gotten off to?

I found her in the living room chatting with a few people looking at one of her paintings that Ed and Helen purchased from the coffee shop.

"Michael, my love, could you fetch a handful of cards from my purse?"

"I'll be back in two shakes, beautiful."

I went to the master bedroom where purses and jackets were being stored. I took the opportunity to deposit my jacket before finding Elanna's tiny lilac purse. I'm here to say, there is no task more terrifying than retrieving something from your lover's purse for the very first time. You simply don't know what to expect, or how you'll react to whatever you find. Sure, the cards Elanna requested will be in there, but what else? It's just a tiny purse though, how bad could it be?

I opened the purse and, naturally, I didn't see any cards at all. I did find a small pack of wet wipes and a few tampons. A key to her apartment. A key to my apartment. Notepad. Pen. Lipstick. Is this some sort of magic bag that's larger on the inside? Aha! There are the cards, hidden behind the notepad. I'll bring the stack, and return extras later if I need to.

"Here you go." I handed Elanna the stack.

"Thanks, love." She set the stack on the shelves just below the painting, then grabbed the top two and handed them to... I think he was a history professor, and I think she might be the wife of an English professor? Let's just say, faculty meetings aren't always the best place to get to know people.

Elanna was back to talking art, paintings, and extolling the virtues of a particular local coffee shop. I wasn't needed, so I wandered off to talk shop with some colleagues.

After some good conversation, I replaced my hard cider and decided to check in on Elanna again. This time she appeared to be running the pool table. There were several guys in the garage and a couple of ladies. I noticed a few gazes watching the player more than they were watching the game. *Crack* She made another shot, then repositioned herself. *Crack* That time she missed. She stood back from the table, a little disappointed before she saw me.

She walked over, stood tip-toe, and kissed me. My hands found her bare back - arguably more appropriate in front of my colleagues, but touching her bare skin while kissing was invigorating, you might say. I looked up to see that the offending gazes from a few moments ago had all shifted elsewhere.

"Having a good time running the pool table?"

"I am. Though that may be an optimistic assessment of my skills."

"We might have to come back and practice before the end of next week. The table will still be here, but Ed and Helen will be traveling."

"Good. I do enjoy a good game of pool. Say, is there somewhere to slow dance?"

"Maybe the living room? There's plenty of space. We just need to change the music selection I think."

"Wonderful. Could you go arrange that while I finish up here? I'll find you when I'm done."

I found Ed and put in a request for some slow dance music. He was happy to oblige and set up a playlist before heading off to entertain other guests. Elanna found me and we made our way onto the dance floor. She didn't care that no one else was dancing yet, and looking at her face, the delight in her eyes, I wasn't even aware that the rest of the world still existed. Her hands found my shoulders. My hands found her hips. We started swaying in time.

I think there was a song playing. I can't be sure though. I was mesmerized by her face. Maybe she could hear the music. She leaned in closer and laid her head on my chest. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding for her. Probably.

She stopped swaying. I stopped too. She stood tip-toe and kissed me once more. My hands found her butt. Wait, last time I didn't grab her butt. I forget why.

She ended the kiss, took me by the hand, and led me off the dance floor.

I hadn't quite collected my thoughts again before we ran into the Dean. "Michael, good to see you."

"Dean Lewis, this is Elanna. Elanna, this is Dr. Tye Lewis, Dean of the college."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Lewis."

"Please, call me Tye. And I assure you, the pleasure is all mine. I understand you are the artist behind the Baker's new painting. It's a beautiful piece. My wife has one of your cards, and I understand you have work on display at a coffee shop?"

"Yes, Angelo makes the best coffee and consigns the work of local artists. It's well worth a visit."

"Sounds great, we will make it a point to stop by. Anyway, I'm afraid I have to get going. I'm trying to find my wife. It was a pleasure meeting you Elanna. Michael."

"You as well, Tye."

Elanna took my hand again and escorted me to the master bedroom and opened her purse. She pulled out a tampon and the pack of wet wipes. She held them up in one hand, shook it a bit, and said, "want."

I responded, "will." I paused for a moment, then changed my answer. "Want." It turns out that if you just remember key items from the want, will, and won't lists, you don't have to carry around written lists. Or a pencil.

She smiled, took my hand, and lead me to the master bath. I closed and locked the door as she set the stuff by the sink. She went ahead and got a wet wipe ready to go and opened the tampon. Then she slid the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her butt to me.

She turned to me, two fingers in her mouth. She took those fingers, reached down, and began rubbing her pussy. I'm not sure if she was playing it up for my benefit, or if she was really that turned on, but the reaction on her face to her touching herself was quite sensual.

I had more fabric than usual to contend with, but I managed to unzip my slacks and feed my rapidly stiffening penis through the opening.

She took her hand back to her mouth and moistened three fingers this time. She reached out and began lubricating my penis with her saliva, then lubricated her pussy a bit more. She turned back around and bent over the counter. The giant mirror above the counter afforded us a view we haven't had before. I'm about to fuck her from behind, but I'll be able to see the look on her face as I do it. And she'll be able to see my face too!

She reached down to spread herself just long enough for me to get started, then removed her hand to prop herself up on both arms. I started thrusting and reached a hand down to stimulate her clit. In a few minutes, I could feel her tense and squirm before she loudly whispered, "stop!"

I froze in place, and after a few moments, she reached down and removed my hand. She whispered, "Okay, thrust only."

I thrust until I came inside of her. I pulled my penis out most of the way and let her feel my penis pulsing at the entrance of her pussy. After a couple of pulses, she thrust herself back, fully inserting my penis again, and whispered, "not this time." I'm still not entirely clear on what edging is, but I think that's what she's doing.

I was a little confused, but now was a time for quiet. And a short time later, cleanup. Once I was done, she placed a wet wipe at the opening of her pussy and I withdrew. She caught most of the cum in the wet wipe, though a bit did splash on the floor. She inserted the tampon and proceeded to clean herself with a second wipe.

I grabbed a wipe, cleaned the drips from the floor, and then cleaned myself. Wipes were tossed in the waste basket, clothes were repaired, hands were washed, and we were ready to return to the party.

"Michael. For the rest of the night, every time you see someone looking at me with lust in their eyes, just remember that my pussy is filled with your cum." She gave me a quick peck on the lips.

Wow!

We exited the bathroom to find the Dean's wife fixing her lipstick in her compact mirror.

"Oh, Mary, you know Elanna?"

"Why yes, we've met. She's quite the artist."

"Mary is married to Dean... married to Tye."

"Thank you for the kind words, it's nice to see you again Mary."

"You two need to get back to the party before anyone becomes suspicious."

Nope. We will never have a naughty secret last longer than 30 seconds.

"You go ahead, Michael. I need to freshen up my perfume."

I swear there wasn't a perfume bottle in that tiny purse when I opened it earlier. The bag is magic, she's magic, and I'm bewitched. But I am having a great time, so I can't complain.

Elanna lead me onto the dance floor again once another song came on that she liked. A few other couples started dancing too. I could hear the music this time. I thought I saw a couple of jealous looks from the sidelines. Then I looked at Elanna's face. She would smile, and I would smile. Let them be jealous.

She went off to join another game of pool, I grabbed a water and hung around the backyard chatting before stopping by the garage to see how the game was going. I was treated to a wonderful view of her butt as I walked through the door. She was lining up her next shot and I was impressed with the stretch of the fabric. It kept her pussy just out of sight unless you bent down I suppose. *Crack* She sank her shot. One more ball to go.

I look around the room as she moved around the table. I'm not the only one enjoying the sight of her butt. But they can only imagine what I enjoyed a little earlier in the evening, watching my penis slide in and out of my beautiful Elanna, watching her face in the mirror as she edged close to orgasm and then stopped.

*Crack* The eight ball is in and Elanna has won! Congratulatory handshakes ensue before she places her cue in the rack under the table. She walked over, threw her arms around my neck, stood tip-toe, and kissed me before saying it was probably time for me to take her home.

We collected our things, found Ed and Helen to say our goodbyes, and set off for Elanna's apartment.

"No, Michael, you're not staying over tonight. I don't want to cum until tomorrow, and having you with me would make that impossible."

I'm not sure I like this edging business at all.

***

I was unlocking the door of my apartment when my phone chimed. "I love you so much, Michael. Check your email."

I fired up my computer, and there was a video attached to an email.

The video opened with Elanna still in her dress holding the rose I brought her. She smelled it and put it back in the glass of water.

Then she pulled out a chair and placed one of her now bare feet on it. She slid the bottom of the dress up enough to bare her pussy - the hem didn't need to move very far.

She reached into her vagina to pull out that tampon, now soaked in our cum. She tossed it into the trash before the camera returned to her face.

"Thank you for the best evening I've ever had. I love you, Michael." She blew a kiss to the camera before stopping the recording.

Okay, that was kinda weird, and kinda hot too.

"I love you, Elanna." I texted my response.

"A love I felt very deeply tonight." A moment later, she texted again. "Meet me at my place for supper tomorrow?"

"I'd rather not wait that long. Can't we meet up sooner?"

"Sorry, I have things I need to do. But I have an idea for an after-dinner show."

"Do you mean you'll put on a show?"

"It's just an idea."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I love you. Goodnight!"

"Good night. I love you too."

***

The door opened and Elanna welcomed me in. My shoes and socks came off to match her bare feet. She's in her purple dress from the party, but her hair has been taken down and brushed out.