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AS HE WALKED IN, NICK called out: “You’re late. Thought you might have gone hunting with Billy Bob.”
“Would have liked to, but Kurt couldn’t finish the gun in time.”
“Maybe next year” — Nick said. “Here, drink this beer and take a load off your feet. You look tired.”
“Didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Sounds like a woman to me.”
“Could be...could be!”
It was 8:30 p.m. and there she was, standing in the doorway, looking hard to find someone. He knew that someone was him. He began to wave like a small schoolboy waving to his Mom at the end of the first day of school. She saw him and responded with the same wave. This time he couldn’t help himself. He met the love of his life on her side of the room. They folded into each other’s arms as if they had been separated for months, and at that moment they were the only two people in the world. When they broke from their kiss, the dancers around them gave them a round of applause. It was hard to tell which had the reddest face, Jim or Peggy. They laughed because they really didn’t care who saw them, as they were in love.
“Where are your friends?”
“Oh, they will be along shortly, but I couldn’t wait to see you.”
“Is this an overnight?”
“You better believe it!”
She whispered in his ear: “Let’s dance a couple of slow ones and then go home.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I’ve never met anyone who loves to dance like you.”
“Can I let you in on a secret?”
“Please do.”
“The quickest way to get a woman into bed is to dance with her.”
“Is that a secret?”
“Yes, every woman knows that.”
“So, then, I’m wasting my time with flowers and candy?”
“You’re not wasting time, but dancing is the quickest way.”
“Always the teacher, aren’t you?”
“That’s my job.”
“Is it okay for me to be in love with my teacher.”
“Only if you make love to her later.”
As usual time flew when they were together. Looking at his watch, he was surprised to see it was already 10:15 p.m. He whispered in her ear: “Let’s go. I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, I love surprises! Can I wear it?”
“Be patient, dear. You’ll see.”
They quickly left the club and headed straight for his apartment. As they approached the Blue Ridge City limit sign, Peggy commented: “I better slow down or Billy Bob will have a real reason to give me a ticket.”
He had a flashback of Billy Bob sitting on his tree seat like a dead cockroach. Jim smiled. “Yeah, we don’t need him to spoil our night.”
“Are you hungry?”
“For you!”
“I know that, but could you eat a hamburger? I think this could be a long night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess this dancing thing really works.”
Peggy parked across the street in the little parking area. That meant she didn’t need to move the car until Monday morning. It was a sign to him that the night was theirs. As the door of his apartment closed, they began to kiss and touch each other like possessive animals. Then they tore their clothes off. He realized that if he didn’t slow down his plan for a very special night could be lost to another quickie.
He pushed her away. Struggling to take a deep breath, he said: “Wait a minute. We are about to ruin your surprise.”
“I wouldn’t want to do that. What is it?”
“This surprise has rules, like Monopoly.”
“Rules?”
“Yes. You must be honest at all times. Can you do that?”
“I have always been honest with you and that will never change.”
“Good. Here’s the surprise” — he said, showing her the bed with her side covered in rose petals. Peggy squeezed his arm.
“That’s wonderful. You old romantic, you.”
“That’s not all.”
“What else?”
“You need to take all of your clothes off, put on this blindfold and lie on the bed.”
“Are you trying to take advantage of me?” — she said.
“Do you mind?”
Smiling, she quickly undressed and got on the bed. “What do you think?” she said.
“Put on the blindfold. This is where the rules and honesty come into play.”
“How’s that?”
“When I touch you, you can only respond with it feels cold, warm or hot.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Cold means where you feel me touching you at that time, has felt better in your past. Hot means you have never felt so good. Understand?”
“I think so. Cold, I have felt better. Warm feels as good as before. And hot means new pleasure.”
“You got it. One other thing, if you want me to keep doing it, you say very cold, very warm or very hot. If you say anything else, I’ll stop. Do you understand the rules of your surprise?”
“Yes, give me a kiss before we start. No one has ever made me feel so special. I will love you forever.”
“Now lay back and here goes.”
He took a rose from the vase on the nightstand and let it touch her lips. “That feels soft.”
“No. Is it cold, warm or hot?”
“Oh yeah. It’s warm.”
“Just warm?”
“Ok, ok!” — she said.
He then rubbed her ear.
“Warm.”
He moved the rose down to her neck.
“Warm! Warm!”
He moved towards her breast.
“Warm, warm!”
He circled her nipple.
“Hot, hot!” — she said, gasping for breath.
He moved to the other nipple.
“Hot! Hot!”
He moved back to her breast.
“Why did you stop?” — she asked.
He took the rose away. “Remember; cold, warm, hot. If you want me to keep doing it say very warm or very hot.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot. My nipples, very hot.”
“No, you missed your chance.”
“You are not fair!”
“I gave you the rules.”
“Okay! Keep going.”
He then returned the face of the rose to her stomach.
“Warm.”
He traced small circles around her stomach and abdomen.
“Warm, very warm.”
“That’s good. Now you know how to play the game.” He was in heaven. Slowly he loved every part of her body. He was almost about to explode himself. He decided this time he did not matter. Her high was the only thing of importance. He knew if he blew this chance he would always regret it. He slowly guided the rose down her leg.
“Warm.”
When Jim reached her knee he let the rose drop down to the inside of her leg. As he moved the rose up the inner side of her leg, she gasped: “Hot. Hot!” Without thinking about it, she spread her legs. He saw how it was affecting her and his balls ached for release. He moved the rose closer and closer to her vagina.
“Hot, very hot! Very hot!”
He traced the rose along her outer lips. She could not speak. Her hands were squeezing the blanket at her side.
“You really are a redhead.”
She was oblivious to anything except where the rose was touching her.
“Very, very hot.”
The more he let the rose touch her, the more excited she became. After a few minutes on her outer lips she started to swell which gave him access to her inner lips. When he touched her clitoris with the rose, she seemed to suck all of the air out of the room.
“Very, very, very hot,” she screamed.
He saw the effect it was having and slowly started to move the rose back and forth across her rock-hard clitoris. She grew tense and her neck began to turn blood red like before. Her juices very quickly covered the rose. He had never seen anyone look so intensely happy. He kept moving it up and down until she quickly grabbed his hand. “No more. You will kill me. It’s so sensitive there now.”
She pulled off the blindfold. “A rose? It felt so soft and wonderful. Please just hold me.”
After a few minutes she said: “It’s your turn now.”
“I can wait.”
“Why?”
“When I saw how excited you were when you climaxed, I came too.”
She laughed: “That’s got to be a first. Someone coming without contact?”
“What did you think of my surprise?”
“Looks like we’ll need a rose garden.”
“A rose garden? — Jim said— hell not, we should need a rose plantation!”
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