Page 66 of To Save Him

 

JUNE WAS WELL underway and JR was gone for the evening, at the first of what I was sure would be many summer sleepovers.  This first one was at Cash’s, of all people, and JR and one other friend were invited to play a new fighter videogame with him all night long.  I didn’t envy Cash’s parents, but that event, combined with Annabel going on a late date with Liam, afforded Brandon and me our first opportunity to explore his new interest.

But when we sat in my bedroom, he said, “I don’t really know where to start, Kimberly.  I’ve had so many ideas running through my head, and then there’s all this stuff about contracts and safewords and—”

I put my finger to his lips.  “We’re going to do what it takes to help you feel better. I’mgoing to do that.  Okay?  So stop worrying about the details.  If something bothers me, I’ll tell you to stop.  If it requires a safeword, we’ll go back to the drawing board and come up with something.  For now, though…let’s just get started.”

There was no way I was going to admit that I was a bit nervous about the whole thing.  I had no idea what my young lover had in mind.  For all I knew, he wanted to chain me to the wall and whip me into oblivion—but, somehow, I doubted that.

He nodded.  “All right.  So…I haven’t really thought of anything specific I want to dohere.”

I paused, taken a bit aback, and so I chose my next words carefully.  Was he a closeted exhibitionist?  Was he wanting to have sex in public places?  “Well?”

He smiled then, looking a bit like the innocent twenty-something he was, but he appeared more like a seasoned devilish rogue with a naughty idea.  “I want to go out to dinner somewhere, and I don’t give a shit who knows we’re on a date.”

Okay, sothatwasn’t so bad.  I smiled.  “We can do that.  Tonight? Now?”

“Yeah.”  He stood.  “That’s what I want.”  I got up from the bed, trying to think of where we should go—if we wanted to dine in town (and risk seeing someone I knew) or if we wanted to go out of town.  “And wear that red dress you wore to the concert at the high school.”

Hmm.  Hehadnoticed.  I smiled, feeling a little warm.  “I can do that.”

But I hadn’t expected his next words.  “And no panties.”

I blinked twice and nodded, smiling, but my mind started racing, wondering why he would want me without underwear.  In spite of the risqué writing I did, I’d been pretty tame throughout my life, and I was especially vanilla when it came to hanky panky.  I was certain I’d feel a little strange about it, but I’d promised to do whatever Brandon had wanted and needed me to—and going without panties on a date seemed pretty damned easy.  As long as he didn’t want me to get up on the table and hike my skirt, I could do this.  My smile turned into a grin as he grabbed me about the waist and pulled me close.  “Let’s get ready.”  He nodded but kissed me first.  “I can be ready to go in an hour.”

He seemed a little disappointed, but I wanted to shower and shave, especially since I’d be wearing a dress.  And, hell…without panties, I knew anything would be possible.  As I stood under the warm water pelting my back, I realized that whatever the hell this was doing for Brandon, it was doing it for me as well.  Just thinking about all the possibilities—even the riskiness of it all—was making me feel a little squirmy.

Sexy.

Naughty.

Horny.

God, I hadn’t felt like this in years.  Maybe never.  No, I knew that wasn’t true, but it had been so long, I could barely remember the sensation.  That sense of anticipation, of eagerness—being with my guy doing something fun, knowing it was going to end with some amazing sex…and itwouldbe amazing, with this kind of buildup.

I was ready faster than I’d planned and then I joined him in the living room.  And my desire amped up once more.  He was wearing his suit again but, more than that, the way the light was hitting his chiseled features made him look older in that moment, more mature, lovelier, stronger, more masculine than ever.

I wanted himnow.

But, still reveling in the feeling of newness, I reminded myself that anticipation had also once been a huge part of some of the best orgasms I’d had in my youth.  Surely, this one would be no different.

So I decided not to give into my urge to give him a passionate kiss.  Instead, I said, “You look good enough to eat…which reminds me.  We forgot to pick a place to eat.  Do you have anywhere in mind?”

“I think pizza’s out of the question.”

I laughed.  “Yes, I agree.”  Not that pizza didn’t sound good…but we were most certainly overdressed for it.

“That big hotel on the north side—it has a nice restaurant, doesn’t it?”

Itdid.  And, I thought, the kind of people who usually ate there weren’t folks I spent time with—the restaurant there was home to politicians, the moneyed, the folks who didn’t like to mingle with regular riffraff:  those were the regular customers of the Sedgwick’s restaurant, and the idea that we’d be dining at an expensive place where I’d definitely not see anyone I knew made me decide it was the perfect choice.  “The food is said to be out of this world.”

“You’ve never eaten there?”

I hadn’t had the opportunity for many reasons, the first of which was that, over the past decade, I’d eaten out with children in tow, and the Sedgwick’s restaurant wasnotthe kind of place where you’d take kids.  “No.”

“Then it’s settled.”  Brandon wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me close, his hand pressing into my lower back.  Being closer to him made me forget the thought that, even though I could afford it, I wouldn’t want to spend that much money on food.  As his lips gently touched mine, he let his hand roam downward, sliding over my ass, his other hand holding my hipbone as if controlling me.

And then I realized that was probably subtly what it felt like to him too—the main benefit he was seeking from all this.

Control.

I felt his hand bunching up the soft fabric and it tickled as it moved up the back of my legs.  It was then that he let go of my hip and slid his other hand over my exposed ass cheek.

And I grew wet at his touch, even though his fingers were nowhere near my nethermost region.  It was excitement at the possibility and at wondering what the hell he had in mind for the evening.  “Ready?”

I was breathless…and most certainly ready for whatever the night had to offer.  “Yes.”

 

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