Three Little Words

Dinner was a mixture of relaxation and anticipation. The service was good and the food excellent—filet mignon with a baked potato for me, shrimp scampi with broccoli casserole for her. We finished a bottle of wine and then shared Bananas Foster.

The whole time, Christy was acutely aware that she was nude under her dress. The fabric rubbed her nipples and made them stand out, and she squirmed in her seat every time I made a suggestive comment or gave her a look.

“Oh my gosh,” she said at last, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“How much more of what?”

“You know.”

“No, tell me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious. Tell me why you’re so worked up.”

The waiter appeared with the check and saved her from having to answer.

I handed him my credit card without even looking at the total. I’d have a heart attack later, I told myself. He left with the promise to return shortly.

“So tell me,” I repeated to Christy, “why’re you so… hot and bothered?”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“Of course.”

She glanced around nervously. The tables nearby had other diners, but none were paying attention to us.

“Think about it while I sign the check and we get our coats.”

She nodded jerkily. Then she spent the next five minutes trying not to squirm as her imagination went into overdrive. She was a hundred pounds of simmering desire by the time we walked the short distance back to the inn and made it to the privacy of our room.

I wanted to take my time and hang up our coats, but she wasn’t in the mood to wait. She practically attacked me and would’ve bowled me over if my back hadn’t hit the door. I caught her in my arms, and she wrapped hers around my neck. Our kisses went from heated to urgent in a matter of moments.

I lurched upright and carried her toward the bed, where I threw her onto her back and held her wrists at her sides. Then I bit her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned and writhed as I shoved her wrists under her ass and held them with one hand. I pushed her dress up to her waist and

spread her legs. Her smooth pussy was already wet with desire.

I didn’t bother with foreplay, and she probably would’ve exploded if I had. Instead, she arched her back and raised her hips to my mouth. Her shoulders pressed into the bed and her body bowed as I gripped her wrists and held her in place. I licked her slit and then sucked the hard little bead of her clit. Moisture coated my cheeks as she squirmed and twisted and tried to force more of her pussy into my mouth.

She came after only a few minutes, a quiet, intense orgasm that left her gasping and breathless. Her clit was incredibly sensitive afterward, so I planted gentle kisses on her thighs instead, and she slowly lowered her hips to the bed.

I released her wrists and crawled up her body. She ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed with lingering intensity. Then she sighed and held me close while her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Oh my gosh,” she said at last. “I didn’t think I was going to make it from the restaurant.”

I chuckled, and she looked up at me with curious eyes.

“How’d you know?” she asked. “Did Wren tell you? I didn’t think I’d told her.”

“Tell me what?”

“That’s… one of my fantasies.”

I quirked an eyebrow.

“In public with no underwear.”

“You mean… you’ve never done that before?”

“Of course. But… never with a guy, and definitely not with you.” She smiled bashfully. “I wanted to do it for Halloween, but I was too chicken.

Besides, that dress was way too short.”

“Maybe you can wear it at home sometime, just for me.”

“Without underwear?”

“Of course.”

“Is that one of your fantasies?”

“It is now! Your Catholic school uniforms too, now that you mention it.”

Her smile turned sly.

“Lemme guess…?”

“Mmm hmm. I brought them back after New Year’s.”

“This is gonna sound crazy,” I said, “but I don’t want you to wear them until we’re ready to go all the way. I don’t know if I can explain, but—”

“I think I understand,” she said. “It’s because you like me shaved, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“I pay attention, remember? And I’m starting to figure out what you like.

I mean, the blowjobs were easy. Every guy likes those, and you more than most.”

I nodded.

“The Alice dress and my uniforms are different. You want to watch, don’t you? As you… um… fuck me.”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

“I kinda figured.” She smiled up at me and caressed my face. “I like doing what you want. I just wish—”

“It’ll happen when you’re ready. In the meantime, you can—”

“Suck your cock? I thought you’d never ask.”

Later we lit the fire and then ran a hot bath. I sank into the tub and Christy reclined against my chest while I toyed with her water-slick nipples. My dick swelled with arousal, and she gave a little wriggle of contentment when it nudged the small of her back.

“This is another of my fantasies,” she said languidly.

“Taking a bath with a guy?”

“Yes, Mr. Literal. But really, anything with water. Even better if I can feel your erection.”

“Have you ever had sex in the tub?”