Page 7 of Payback's a B!tch

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Cameron

Sitting thereacross from her, eating this succulent meal fit for a king, made me feel like the luckiest man on the planet. Being in the company of two beautiful women had to be a dream come true for most men in my position. They were both dressed casually but that didn’t stop my overactive imagination from running overtime.

It’s every man’s fantasy to have two women at the same time. Not many are able to avail themselves of the opportunity, but that scenario was staring me in the eyes. My libido was screaming at me to turn this innocent dinner into an orgy of sexual delights-- until we were a tangle of limbs, exhausted and unable to move a single solitary muscle.

“This is exactly how I like my meat. It’s hot and juicy when I cut into it. I don’t know what your secret sauce is but it certainly does whet my appetite for more,” Constance teased with her fork lingering at those crimson lips that had been painted with finesse.

“I do like to please. It’s a pleasure to cook for somebody who appreciates my talents. I must say, you’ve gone out of your way to welcome me with open arms. We don’t even know each other and already we’re enjoying a meal together,” I said with each bite becoming a taste sensation followed by just a hint of garlic.

“I’m always happy to provide a safe haven for my friends. It tickles me when I see people enjoying the food. This house might be a work in progress but I can already envision everything in my mind,” she said, closing her tempting eyes.

That was followed by a deep breath to catch my attention from across the table. The swell of her bosom and the arch of her back had me shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

I practically jumped three feet into the air when there was something more appealing going on underneath the plastic red and white tablecloth. She looked so innocent but her feet were playing a dangerous game. Placing them in my lap was an exercise to stir the pot. She was getting a good idea about my size and dimensions.

“Are you okay, Cameron? You look a little flushed,” Constance mocked, with a small grin that was barely noticeable.

“I’m fine…it must be the heat,” I croaked.

“We should take advantage of this weather,” said Bethany. “It’s not going to be around forever. This is a direct result of climate change. Nobody wants to talk about it but it’s not going away. We used to have horrible winters in New York, but the last few years have been mostly just rain. I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m going to take a dip in the ocean,” she announced, before she surprised me by stripping off everything and running, naked and glistening, into the surf.

“You have to forgive my friend, replied Constance. “She’s always been a bit of a free spirit. It must come from living on a hippie commune with her parents until she was in her teens. They were very free with their bodies, and had no shame about walking around with nothing on. I sometimes have to remind her about social conventions,” Constance said, as her feet continued to moving back and forth right where it mattered.

“I’m not sure what to make of you, I answered. “This is very naughty. Are you trying to tell me something? There is bad reception between the head on my shoulders and the little one between my legs. You make me forget that my ego has been pretty banged up to even consider jumping into anything with you,” I stated, my body betraying my better judgment.

“If you can’t stand the heat, then get out of the kitchen,” she laughed. “I’m what you would call a consummate flirt. Bethany has rubbed off on me but I don’t want you to take that the wrong way. I’m strictly a meat and potatoes kind of girl. There’s no need to rush this when we can take it slow.” She was encouraging me, with those bare feet making it hard to sit still.

It had to be the influence of the three empty beer bottles on the table.

“I should probably retire to my room,” I stammered. With that pressure building, something was going to have to give.

Taking matters into my own hands was one option, but there was a far more pleasing one: Her giving me a foot job. It would’ve been easy to let her continue until the inevitable volcanic eruption happened. She seemed determined, but then she stopped abruptly.

“You can certainly do that. Nothing is stopping you,” Constance replied.

She dropped her fork and bent down to retrieve it.

I thought for one split second that she was going to give me more than I bargained for, but she suddenly emerged dabbing her mouth with a napkin. She had made it look like she had just finished something that I was begging for with my eyes.

“Don’t play with my heart. I live my life with no regrets,” I said. “Nobody will ever dictate the terms of my surrender. Impossible as this might sound, I do have feelings, I should’ve known from the start that this was a bad idea. You have to stop this,” I begged and pleaded with my eyes.

“I think you might be protesting a little too much,” she replied coyly. “I never mentioned anything about sleeping with you. I might act a little differently when I’m drinking a little too much. I’m not drunk. I like to indulge and I take issue with your inference. Are you saying that you don’t find me attractive?” she asked. An ice cube suddenly appeared in her hand, tracing the angle of her cleavage.

“There’s only so much a man can take,” I appealed, with my hands firmly on the table.

“I would think a big strong man like you knows what to do in these situations. I’m going to bed. Stay here and try to get yourself under control. Don’t even think you have a chance with Bethany. The only thing you’ll get from her is a cold slap of defiance.” Her tone was insistent, making me believe every single word coming out of her mouth.

“She’s not my type,” I responded. “I don’t want to take advantage of you in your current condition. Some guys would think nothing of lifting you over their shoulder and ravaging your body for hours. I have a little bit more respect for you than that. I don’t want to do anything that would be perceived as untoward.” I defended my position, but she ‘accidentally on purpose’ tripped and landed in my lap.

“I hear the words and they sound convincing but a certain part of your anatomy is seeing things a different way.” She flirted shamelessly, with those hot buns molded to my manhood.

She squirmed in my lap, pretending to try and get up, but she was failing miserably.

My breathing was a little irregular and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to jump out of my throat. My hands were at my side, twitching with this unconscious need to put them on her hips. I could feel the heat of her loins through my pants, sending signals to the pleasure centers of my brain.

“I did mention that I wasn’t drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing,” she continued. “You do know the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach?” She giggled as her hand pressed against my chest, squeezing my pectoral muscle and lightly grazing my nipple.

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