Page 119 of Naughty Nelle

While I’d piled my plate up with all the delicious-looking dishes, I didn’t have much of an appetite and mostly nursed my Sangria. Ari kept shooting me flirtatious smirks that didn’t go unnoticed by his suspicious sister. Her eyes darted back and forth between us, catching the sparks flying in the air.

The conversation was also casual. I mostly listened. I lived by the saying: Speak only when spoken to. Ari’s mother chatted about her philanthropic endeavors that ran the gamut from fundraising for MOMA to educating children in third world countries, while Gwen mentioned that her husband Greg, an economist, was at a global warming conference in Norway. All Ben wanted to talk about was the superhero movie he’d seen in the afternoon and his new train. I was pleased he liked it so much.

Hunger kicked in as I began to relax. I dug into the Mexican food and was glad I did. Luisa’s burritos were absolutely delicious, filled with chicken, beans, cheese, and just the right amount of hot salsa, while the salad Gwen and I had made had turned out well. Then, suddenly as I ingested my last forkful of the cheesy burrito, cleaning my plate, an unexpected sensation under the table made me jolt in my chair and choke. Holy guacamole! Ari had taken off one of his loafers and was rubbing his bare foot up and down my leg. I managed to swallow what was in my mouth as his deft foot made its way under my flowy dress—just in time before his big toe found my clit and started to work it. Hard little circles of erotic pleasure. Oh God! He was making me wet and wild. Stiffening, I gripped the sides of my chair so that I wouldn’t squirm. A mixture of love and hate surged through me. The liar! He said he wouldn’t try anything in front of his family. To rile me up more, he shot me a deadpan stare.

“Saarah, you really must have another one of Luisa’s homemade burritos. They’re the best this side of the Rio Grande.”

How did he seriously expect me to eat at a time like this? If I let go of the chair, I was going to leap to my feet and scream.

Gwen eyed me suspiciously. “Sarah, are you okay?”

I nodded. If I dared open my mouth, shrieks and whimpers might fly out. Ari’s big toe was relentless, and my clit was going crazy from his latest game of footsie.

Gwen’s legal eagle eyes stayed on me. “Why don’t you tell us a little bit more about yourself?”

I’m hot as hell, and I want to scream. “Um, uh, I work for a toy company.”

“That’s the bestest job ever!” beamed Ben.

“Which one, my dear?” asked Ari’s mother.

For a second, I didn’t remember. The hot, pulsating sensation between my legs was taking up all of my concentration. Yikes!

“Ike’s Tikes,” I finally stammered.

“That’s so cool!” exclaimed Ben. “I’ve got lots of those little beanbag thingies. Wanna come see my collection?”

Ari looked my way again, his beautiful face a total poker face. “Sarah will come as soon as dinner is over.”

“I’d love to!” I gulped.

Holy shit! I might not last that long. Slathered with my wet heat, his big toe rammed into my pussy. Once inside, he jabbed it in and out. The pressure was building. My heart was racing and my temperature rising. I was falling apart, my pussy begging, desperate for release.

Ari, the madman, was enjoying every minute of his ministrations as I began to unravel. I couldn’t take it anymore. Waves of ecstasy started to crest through my core. Oh my God. I was going to have an orgasm right here in front of Ari’s mother, sister, and son! Oh please, not here…Oh please, yes now!

I was so close. Just as I thought I would scream out in divine pleasure and create a scene I’d regret forever, Luisa entered the room with the candlelit birthday cake. Everyone shouted “Happy Birthday,” including happy, happy me.

As Ben made a secret wish and blew out the candles, my wish came true. Sweet spasms coursed through me, zapping every cell in my body. The flames on the candles might be extinguished, but I was on fire.

“I hope everyone enjoyed dinner,” said Ari as Luisa sliced a piece a cake for everyone.

He withdrew his toe and shot me a playful glance. I tried to keep my cool as he stuffed himself with a mouthful of the cake and then sensuously licked the creamy icing off his fork with his tongue.

Unable to form words, I gulped down a big bite of the cake. Gwen shot me a dirty look. The intensity of the fire raging in my body was equal to that of the iciness coating her eyes. Damn him! Damn her!

Shortly after the cake was served, Ari’s sister and mother dismissed themselves from the table to call it a night. While Ari’s mother gave me a warm embrace and said she hoped to see me again, Gwen left with a cold goodbye. The chill in her eyes told me that she had not warmed up to me one bit. The feeling was mutual. Not only did I dislike her, I distrusted her, and the less time I had to spend with her the better.

“Do you wanna come see my playroom now?” asked Ben as I, too, was about to say goodnight. Before I could utter a word, he clutched my hand and led me down the long foyer. Ari trailed close behind us. I could feel his eyes on me and imagine the satisfied smirk on his face. I was still experiencing intense tremors from my orgasm, and I bet he knew it.

The huge paneled room, located at the end of the hallway, was lined with built-in shelves filled with toys. I recognized them all—from Moshi Monsters to Transformers. On a wall facing a plumped-up slipcovered couch was the biggest flat screen television I’d ever seen. It must have been close to five-feet long. Bringing my attention back to the toy-lined shelves, Ben proudly showed me his sizeable collection of Ike’s Tikes. He must have owned every one of the collectible little beanbag characters. And then my eyes landed on a toy that brought a smile to my face—a Green Power Ranger. For sure, the original one from the 1990s. I had loved the Power Rangers growing up, and my favorite had been Tommy, the Green Ranger, because he was somewhat of an outsider like me. I’d actually had a secret crush on him.

“Wow! Where’d you get the Green Ranger?” I asked Ben.

“It was Daddy’s when he was growing up.”

Ari gazed at me sheepishly, looking almost embarrassed that he had once played with Power Rangers. Now, I suppose he only played with power. And clits.

“My father bought it for me,” he said, flushing. “The Green was my favorite because I was really into the martial arts. I still practice.”

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