Untitled Sexy Romance Story, Part Three (Adult Content)
Sep 19 '03 (Updated Oct 29 '03)
The Bottom Line This is where the story gets really steamy!
When I came up with this story, I, frankly, wanted it to be one of those tawdry storylines with all sorts of steamy sexual encounters. After all, one of the main characters is specifically out for a one night stand. But, typically, it takes me nearly twenty pages to get to the good stuff, since I'm too busy writing about other stuff!
But now I can say it.... if you hate sex, run, don't walk, away from ths segment!
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The keys unlocked the door to Janice’s upstairs apartment. She allowed him to enter first, while she locked the door from the inside, keeping the distractions of the outside world to a necessary minimum.
..... oh, that wine made me feel pretty good, she thought to herself. I think I needed that......
She had consumed four glasses of wine. Beer wasn’t her thing, and hard liquor was too brutal on her system. The idea of being a bit tipsy was perhaps not the best idea at this moment. It would be great if she were sober, she thought. Alcohol influence added a bit of fraudulent emotion to the proceedings. But she was nervous. She couldn’t help herself.
“This.... this is a nice place.”, Frank said quietly. “Is this expensive?”
His body tingled with expectation. But maybe he was letting his imagination assault his rational side. He was a male, and, like most males, he was not above wanting to spend a mindless night of passion with a woman, especially if it had been six months.
“Put it this way, “, Janice answered. “I’ve been scraping by for a couple of years now, yet it’s better than living back home with your parents, so I tolerate it........”
“Is that the only reason?”, he questioned.
“Well, not totally.” Her eyes lighten up. “ I enjoy the character of this place.” She crosses the living room space, until she overtakes Frank’s position on the floor. “I love these attic apartments. The angles on the walls. So idiosyncratic, so quirky. So shadowy. Funny, huh?” She runs her palm along the angled wall. “I’ve always had this affinity for these cozy architectural quirks..... at least, I thought they were cozy. .... when I was young, I loved to go to my aunt and uncle’s place, and sleep in the spare bedroom upstairs. It was tucked away in the outskirts of the upper floor, crushed against the right angle of the ceiling. The bed was situated right on that part of the wall, where you had to be slightly cautious when raising your body from a sleeping position. I loved that room.”
Frank looked at the walls of the living room. “I’d be afraid of breaking my neck trying to navigate this place.”
Janice giggled, pacing closer to him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any extra neckbraces for the guests. You’ll have to rough it.”
“Well,”hoping to continue his facade of aloofness, “.... you could do worse... the walls could be in 90 degree angles instead of 45.”
Janice rested her hand upon Frank’s shoulder, laughing delicately. “If that were to happen, I’d have to move out, and find some place better, wouldn’t I?”
Frank laughed with her, lowering his head in a sudden bout of shyness.
The two stayed silent for a few very critical seconds.
......... don’t screw it up, Janice.......
Turning away from him, she paced closer to her bedroom. “I’ll... I’ll give you the rest of the tour. I’m certain you’ll like that.”
....... I hope you will......
She eases herself into her private domain, hoping that her gesture would give him the comfort to follow.
“So.... this is the bedroom.”, she said, watching Frank hang about the edge of the room, seemingly in a quiet, shy fear.
“Yes, I’m coming in.....”, he sighed. “Just wanted to make sure.... that the floor was strong enough for two of us.”
He slowly creeps his feet inside.
“Yea, no squeaks on the floorpanels... we’re safe!”, he grins.
“I’m certainly not hoping for anything to fall apart, that’s for sure!”, she laughs. Especially not the bed, she thought.
Frank looked up at his eyes, unable to be certain what she was thinking with that last comment.
“So,”, trying to retain his cool, “..... is this meant to be an homage to that favorite spare room from your youth?”
“Well, kind of... although I never had men in the old room.” She felt her stomach flutter when she heard her own comment. “...... but, yea, the bed’s in the same place, underneath the slanted ceiling.”
She approached the mattress, cleanly made, bedsheets washed, smoothed. “.... and the dresser drawer is on the other side.”, she continued. “The lamp is...”, hitting the switch. “.... on the small table, immediately beside my pillow. So....”, sitting on the bed. “... it’s fairly accurate to my memories.”
Frank regarded Janice’s presence. He realized that he was acquiring some strong feelings about her body.
“Ahh..... “, looking around the room, self-consciously, “..... where should I sit? There’s no other chairs here......”
“Frank?”, querying him, trying to edge him over to her position. “Sit beside me.... it’s okay.”
Frank carefully stepped closer. “Um.... I suppose I could.....”
He sat upon the edge of the mattress, a few tantalizing inches away from his recently acquired friend.
“Hey....”, softly was Janice’s voice, a voice that wanted to playfully prey on Frank’s primal side, to see if, indeed, there was one worth preying on. “..... come closer.”
She embraces him, carefully.
“I want you to kiss me... “, Janice sighed.
Frank analyzed her face, trying to read her words, her expressions, her manner. The text of her face was pleasing enough to him, so he leaned over to her, and kissed her vigorously.
“That’s one kiss. A very good attempt. But ... the number one is too basic. One is singular. Alone. Lonely. It doesn’t multiply or divide into anything other than itself.....”
So he kissed her again, bringing her body closer to his own.
“..... ahhhh......”, she sighed, “..... two! Now it’s getting a little more interesting.....”
The room was devoid of all sounds, expect the snapping and pinching of mouths against each other.
“Frank.......” Janice murmured, after what seemed like an endless series of kissing, one that she was almost reluctant to break. “I want ..... I want to make love.....”
Frank ceased his own half of their mutual behavior. He wasn’t sure if it was his mind that was playing tricks on him, or if she were reciting to him some fashion of a joke. “You do? Uh, Janice...... I .... uh, didn’t we just.... meet?”
“I want to make love.....”, she repeated. The words were chosen carefully, uttered slowly. If her voice wavered, she would betray her nervousness, and become too afraid to cross the pavement of that busy street to the intriguing thing that called out to her from the other side. “Why did you think I invited you over here.......?”
Frank’s eyes wandered across the presence of this woman, guessing at what she had to offer him. His own body felt the twinge of uncertainty. “Oh, Janice...... don’t tempt me right now.....”, he smiled.
Words ceased. Words ceased to flow, as the speakers needed to find the phrases that would be truthful, yet not too vulnerable, too revealing.
Janice spoke first.
“I’m not here to play any games with you tonight.....”, she said. “I don’t want to trick you into anything that you don’t want to do, or trick you into thinking something about me that I’m not. I could have behaved like those silly, giggly drunks that you would normally see -- they use you and discard you just as much as you -- well, other guys, maybe -- would do to them.” She paused, hoping that her fragile words were complete enough for him. “I.... well, I just wanted to be with somebody tonight. That’s all there is to say. But.....” , she smiled, a twinge of sadness on the edges of her lips, “,if you object to me, right now.... well, I can’t stop you......”
Frank regarded those lips that spoke. Lips of a woman, a woman who was bold enough to offer herself, but who didn’t have the look, or the manner, of a wild deviant, or deceptive individual. She didn’t need to speak those words to him, because his opinion of her was untainted.
........ it’s been months since I’ve been with a woman........
A woman not related to anything from his past -- who, nevertheless, turned to him, not sensing, or perhaps not even caring, about his complicated life, an ex-girlfriend, and an alternately abrasive and sensitive friend. This woman walked into his life, telling him that he had the right to take a breather, to escape from that past, even if only for one evening.
“..... where were we?”, brushing the hair from his eyes.
“I don’t want to know where we were. I only want to know where we are right now.....”, Janice smiled.
He kissed her. The kiss became more sensual, more enveloping. Their embrace grew more powerful, until the intimacy became close to unbearably intense.
“.... how many is that now?”, pausing for a breath.
“Infinity....”, she gasped.
Hands became more bold, as they researched the other person’s frame, touching all of the sensitive places, the places that wanted to be touched. Fabrics and other articles of clothing hindered full and intense study, however. Although, for a while at least, the thrill of reaching that possibility was worthwhile.
“I..... don’t want us.... to be fumbling for hours.... “, she murmured, placing his hands on his shoulders. “I want us to make love.... not to get lost... in hidden buttons and zippers.......” Her eyes were hypnotic, glittering with a languid desire. “Hold on.... for a moment......”
Quietly, she eased herself to her feet, releasing herself from her clothing. Frank got himself undressed while remaining seated on the mattress. He carelessly dropped his clothes beside the bed, while Janice kicked her pile of fabrics away from her path, sliding into the wall.
Janice fell back upon the mattress, wordlessly resuming her embrace, as did he. It felt so natural, so lovely, this moment they had.
The sensual portion of Frank’s soul had lay dormant for many months, but was reawakened by Janice and her own passionate spirit. He traced the outline of her naked, ample breast, before instinctively bowing down to taste its skin. He left his lonely, darkened cave, and could live another day......
“...... you’re very beautiful....”, he sighed, his gaze returning to her face. “Luck was what made me run into you today.....”
She smiled, her lips bending due to the force of being emotionally touched by his words. “Ahh, I thought I was the one that luck helped out..... well, maybe it helped both of us......”
She began another session of her mouth upon his. She felt braver, knowing that there was no turning back, that he was willing to follow her in her travels.
She nuzzled his neck, as her hands began paging through the contents of his body, his arms, chest, stomach. She liked what her palms told her, replacing them with her mouth, gently yet avidly sampling his skin.
“I want to.....”, she hesitated. She was unwilling to form her words to create a crude, vulgar request. “I want to....... do something with you.........”
Frank traced the edge of her hair. “....... yes...... I won’t object......”, he grinned. “.... as long as it’s legal!”
“Well..... it’s legal here.... I believe.....”, she smiled, a naughty twinkle in her eye.
She slipped carefully from the bed, until she knelt upon the floor, wrapping one arm about his waist, resting the other upon his knees. She had no desire to cause him pain, physically or emotionally. Sex was a conversation of the body, not a battle or a war, and what she initiated was another subject of that conversation. From her vantage point, he did not seem to desire a changing of the subject.
She set her hand upon his sex, gently touching its length. She harshly swallowed, and felt as if she would choke on her own breath. The terrain was not new, but she had to travel carefully across it, lest she found herself lost, and fall into a panic. She kissed the edge of his penis. She could have turned around and said, no, I can’t go any further. But she planned this trip, and there was no turning back. She became more involved with what she was doing, shutting away all those doubts.
He gazed at her, at her hair, at her entire body, at her mouth as it had intercourse with his body. He watched her face, her eyelids fluttering, as her focus was diverted to the depths of her sensual soul. He watched her tangly hair as it painted the curve of her shoulders and the bend of her back, and began playing with the strands. Many strands, touching, wrapping around each other, knotted together in both smooth and erratic ways.
He never felt this way before. Something about this woman stirred a place deep within him. It was sexual, no doubt about it. But it was not disguised in something socially acceptable, or as a drunken mishap, or as a vapid conquest of one over the other. It just was. An admission that passion can be by itself, and be meaningful.........
He held her body, sensing her slow, deliberate movements. He and Christine never made love in this way. Sex was almost a duty to them; a duty of being in a modern relationship. This was different. This wasn’t a duty, this was a need that swirled around them.
He trembled, feeling loosened from himself. What she was doing to him, was something that he never felt before. He closed his eyes, as his concentration shattered. All he could pinpoint was the sensation that he was feeling, at this moment, as she brought him to orgasm..............
........ she felt the taste of him in her mouth. She didn’t care. Only a fluid, anyway, she thought. She wanted this to be fun; she wanted him to experience it with her. Hopefully, hopefully, he would return the favor somehow.............
She raised her body to equal his again. Her cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat pricking at every pore.
“Janice....... “, he panted. “I..... I......didn’t mean to.......I mean, I didn’t expect......”
She gently kissed him. “Don’t apologize...... for reacting the way that you should.”, she murmured. “I tasted you...... thousands upon thousands of you, that were incomplete, by themselves.... but added up to something ..... really wonderful........ “
“Oh my god!”, Frank sighed. “You’re so amazing.... I want to make love to every place of your body......”
Janice smiled, stroking his cheek. “Well..... then make love to me.......”
She pushed her body further to the center of the bed, and laid on her side.
“Look at me.”, she softly demanded. Her body was a tableau upon her mattress. “This body is a math book. With all sorts of questions and equations. Your assignment is to solve as many of these problems as possible........”
Frank was entranced. “Yes..... Janice........”
He threw himself over her body, as they both began to kiss hungrily, their bodies feeling like warm gelatin molding into an unbreakable whole.
“Your body... against mine... “, she sighed in between kisses. “.....multiplying every piece of us by two. Twice as many legs..... twice as many arms ... twice as many lips...... twice as many orgasms.......”
She allowed him to leave her lips, to taste every other portion of her body. This was nothing like the boys from high school, or even the few men she was with since then. They weren’t terrible people, but they didn’t know her. She didn’t know herself very well, either, until she spent an unfortunate amount of time alone, where she explored her own body, understand what it was that she wanted.......
She felt his breathing against her lower stomach. “My sex....”, she spoke, “...... is an equation all onto itself. The answers are difficult to find for some, for those who aren’t looking... or who don’t care to look.........”
She blatantly offered her sex to him. Her legs were relaxed, opened. Her vulva was exposed, aroused.
“.... I would be so happy, though.... if you gave me the answer......”, she sighed.
She gazed at him as he placed his mouth upon her sex. She felt the tingling of his taste across the sides of her vagina, and over her c!itoris.
“The torrent of numbers that go through my body. Thousands and thousands of impulses... shooting through my body. Many nerve endings... multiplying with others. My pleasure.... increases exponentially.......”
A warm, lovely surge emanated from her sex, blanketing her entire body. Janice was so completely happy at this moment. All her weeks, all her months of loneliness, of mind-numbing boredom, of unwilling detachment from the rest of the world, evaporated into the sky of broken opportunities, a sky she no longer cared to look up to, now that the ground she stood on felt so much better to walk on, to live..........
She tied her hair back, creating a messy ponytail that tickled the back of her neck. She felt too lazy to wash her hair this morning, even though she had made love during the previous evening, and had the sweat of herself and her lover lingering upon her body. The odors were still there -- strong, not repellent, but obvious. Anyone who saw her would be able to recite the story of what happened on her bed mere hours ago.
She wanted everyone to read her story. She wanted the results of the sex to procrastinate around her for a longer time than the hours in which she slept afterwards.
Frank had left her as the sunrise spilled across the windows. He needed to resume his normal life once more, just as she had to as well. Another mundane shift at the gift shop, unpacking new items, mindlessly shifting them about on the glass panel shelves. Today would be different, however, because she could detach herself from her work with the reflections of the previous evening.
And she would be happy. Happy that someone eased her away from her barren loneliness, even if only for one evening.
She gave Frank her phone number, seconds before he left. She had wanted to tell him with her gesture that he could call on her whenever he liked.
But once he left, another grouping of seconds later, she doubted herself and her actions. She made herself vulnerable again. She understood that she shouldn’t expect him to return her call. This was a one-night stand. Why would he care to see her again? It was just sex -- one body reacting to another, who cared about the personality beneath the skin?
Darker became her thoughts. That’s not what she wanted to linger the morning after.
She caressed her body. The dark thoughts slivered away.......
It had been a troubled sleep for Rebecca.
Not enough to fully incapacitate her in the morning, mind you, but effective enough to render her grogy-eyed, and to maintain a flimsy film of grumpiness for the rest of the day.
Her friend abandoned her last night at the club. No longer was she able to string him along for the evening if things got a little too tedious. No longer was she able to keep him around as a crutch to lean on if the conversation became indispherable, through the influence of either alcohol or simple disinterest.
He left her -- for that strange woman. Damn him, what a desperate fool. Had to jump on the first willing gal he struck a conversation with. What an idiot he was. She supposed that Frank had little choice -- after six months, he was bound to go a little insane and find someone to cure him of it.
Rebecca imagined all kinds of scenarios. Frank didn’t even tell her that he was leaving, by himself or with anyone else. He merely escaped her line of vision, during one of her weak moments when she let herself wander, and focus on her friends at her own table, rather than maintain her subtle spywork. She would like to believe that Frank just went home, by himself, bored with the club. But Frank rarely left Rebecca behind............ it was that damn woman, no other possibility.
Rebecca’s friendship with Frank was unconditional. She defended him against all threats -- actual or perceived. She didn’t stand idly by and allow such threats to invade the personal space she created with him. Christine was a threat. And so was that strange girl from last night.
Why were they threats? They seemed all wrong for him -- they were tricky people. They behaved strangely. One woman played at political involvement, while the other liked to rip off customers with number games, and pick up strangers at bars.
These activities were so ruthless against what was normal. Normal people didn’t act in that way at all. Normal people were like her, sitting at a club, drinking till she was feeling very good, until she blanked out all the petty stress of her life. That’s what normal people do. That’s what normal people will always do. Christine and that other girl, they weren’t normal. Why couldn’t Frank understand that he had a normal young woman right in front of.....
A mournful, gaping yawn interfered with her thoughts.
“Where did you disappear to last night?”, Rebecca asked Frank, pointblank, as they sat on her sofa, later on that evening.
Frank had came by for a visit later that day, after they had both finished their respective employment for the afternoon. He almost felt obliged to say something to her friend, just out of simple ethics. The ethics of being a friend include sharing what was going on in one’s life. But something chewed the tendons of his soul, suggesting to him that their would be a stronger amount of such pain if he forcibly shared any information.
“Ah, I didn’t think you noticed.”, Frank muttered. “You seemed pleased with your jug of beer. I didn’t care to interfere.”
“Well, I noticed.... I noticed you with the numbers-runner from the gift shop last night.”, smiling as if her teeth were about to crumble into fine particles of dust. “So I know that you weren’t just trying to keep the blood flowing in your legs.”
“No.....”, he began.
“The blood was apparently flowing in other parts instead!”, she said, her peculiar grin sustained.
Frank knew that there wasn’t any way out.
“Well, my friend..... maybe you are right!”, he commented, sardonically. “Maybe I just wanted to get laid. Ever thought of that?”
“Now, Frank, that’s not like you to speak that way......”, Rebecca sighed. “I didn’t think you went for the locker room talk.”
“I’m not speaking in a locker room with the guys. I’m speaking with you.”
Rebecca felt her throat dry. “Surely you weren’t stupid enough to ......”, even though she knew the answer.
“Stupid? If that’s what you call it, then I’m completely incompetent, dear.”, he grinned, equaling the intensity that Rebecca granted that allegedly warm facial expression.
Rebecca felt horror creep within. “Oh, Frank!”, she exclaimed, almost in a shout. “A stupid one-night stand..... well, I love you, but I shouldn't have been surprised. Sometimes I find that you get too deep in things like this; you don’t have a lot of control.”
Thanks a lot, a*shole, Frank wanted to say. But he didn’t. Not completely. “Occasionally, it’s good to lose control, isn’t it? To do something that you’re not accustomed to doing.......?”, he said ruefully. “That’s what I did.... I did something out of the ordinary, that’s all......”
“Would you consider meeting up with that girl once again?”, Rebecca inquired.
He tried to discern his friend’s motive inside her eyes. “I would consider it --”, he said, truthfully.
“But, Frank, consider something!”, Rebecca insisted. “God knows the sort of woman that she is. Maybe she’s a crack addict, and she’ll want you to help her score something. Maybe she’s a bloody psycho like in Fatal Attraction! Why would you want to get mixed up in that sh*t?”
“Jealous?”, he smirked. Why else would she paint a nearly complete stranger in that way?
“No!”, she grumbled, defensively. “why would I ever be jealous of you?”
“Oh, just wondering.........”, he grumbled, sarcastically.
“I don’t have a jealous bone in my body!”, Rebecca claimed, her voice morphing into a snarl. “I just don’t believe that you need to deal with people like that in your life. You always seem to take that route -- you go for people who screw you over in the end. Janice is just a little vixen -- she’s obviously just some big tease if she would flaunt herself to a stranger in a bar.......”
“What does that make me, then?”, he asked, hiding his upset.
“Ah, you’re a man, so you’re excused........”, she believed. “You’re just a victim of hormones.”
Frank had an epiphany at this moment. Rebecca was using an argument similar to how she felt about Christine. Sure, Christine left him, for something different. But it wouldn’t have been a brutal separation, if it weren’t for Rebecca’s volatile opinions. Christine was a back-stabber, she was selfish, she was many things that decent people should know better than to call anyone. Rebecca..... it was clear that her feelings extended to any woman who dared try to slit the walls of the bubble that surrounded her and her dear, male friend.
“Hey, let me have my own life, for once!”, Frank said, harshly. “I was the one that made the choice to go home with her, not you. You’ve had a one-night stand yourself, didn’t you, a few months back?”
Ah, those pesky events of the past. “Ah, that was different.”, Rebecca justified. “I was very drunk. I listened to that smelly pig’s bullsh*t, and, sure enough, I went home with him. Next day, I said, I’m leaving --- god, what a fool he was, and what a fool I was! I washed my hands of the whole thing -- as far as I’m concerned, it never happened. So....so...”, she faltered, “.... don’t mention it.”
“Fine, fine......”, he rolled his eyes.
“But, you’re making Janice out to be someone who could mean something to you.......”
“Maybe she could.......”
“Bullsh*t!!”, she exclaimed. “Bull Sh*t! She’s a weirdo! She’s not normal, like me. Or like my friends at Myrons last night. She’ll probably tell you that she has some hulky boyfriend who’d kick your face in, and that she just slept with you to get him all jealous.”
Frank wasn’t violent. He wouldn’t have struck Rebecca. But he certainly wanted to dig his fist inside one of her living room walls.
“Whatever!”, he sighed, feeling his fury shaking inside his stomach.
Time passed. The two knew that any more words would create a major conflict. They allowed the television to flicker, hypnotizing them for untold seconds, minutes.
“Hey, love......”, Rebecca later drawled, fighting the urge of the chatter on the screen. “.... we can do something tonight. Let’s go and play some pool or something, how about that?”
There was something that he wanted to do tonight. But not with Rebecca.
“Ah, I don’t feel like doing anything......”, he said. He held his breath before speaking further. “I’m fairly tired, actually..... a long day at work. How about I just leave you in peace tonight........”
He slowly rises from the couch, not willing to look to Rebecca’s face, which was marked with confusion. She suspected a lot from his words, but didn’t want to believe what was behind them.
“...... Frank, where are you going?”
“Home, of course..........”
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END OF PART THREE
Part Four at http://www.epinions.com/content_3513950340
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