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Chapter Two - The Girlfriends
I did my best the following week to concentrate on work. I wasn't doing
a very good job of it. I couldn't get the image of Grace, laid back on
the love seat on her balcony overlooking the Potomac River, legs spread,
spasming in multi-orgasmic splendor as I licked and sucked her sweet
nectar. My penis remained in a steady state of arousal the entire week
it seemed. I'd resisted masturbation, choosing to hold out for the
upcoming weekend with Grace, when I hoped I'd be able to put it to good
use.
Mid-week I was meeting with a few of my colleagues in my office when an
email from gaandrews popped up on my computer screen. While the others
talked about the case we were working on, I snuck a quick peek at the
message.
"Are you thinking naughty thoughts? G."
Yeah - I was. I had been all week. I decided to quickly reply.
"Maybe," I stupidly dared to tease her. I clicked 'Send' and then tried
to keep up with the meeting.
Ping! A quick response.
"Maybe? Are you or aren't you? G."
Okay. I typed, "Yes - I am." Send.
Ping!
"Tell me. G."
Oh hell! She wants to play! Now what am I going to do? I'd have to
wait for the meeting to end to continue. I couldn't type a long response
right then - forget the risk of typing lewd emails on my work computer.
Someone said, "Dan? Dan? What do you think?"
"Hu, hu, huh?" I mumbled.
"Dan, are you okay buddy?" Glenn, my lead partner asked. "You seem
distracted."
Trying to figure how to get back on track, I said, "Oh! No. I was just
thinking about another way to approach the problem. I apologize. What
did you say?"
Glenn shook his head and laughed. "I asked you if you thought re-
structuring the estate assets to be delivered as an in vitro trust makes
more sense."
I was the estate expert in this conversation. I thought quickly, then
answered, "I've actually been wondering if the client wouldn't be better
off gifting the excludable amount to each of his children, their spouses
and their children each year, with an understanding that the funds gifted
would be invested in a long-term mutual fund. He reduces his estate, and
thus estate taxes, and there are no current tax consequences to anyone."
Ping! Damn! Another email from Grace.
"Danni? Are you there? G."
Darn it! I couldn't reply. I continued speaking, "...and everyone
benefits."
"Hmmm," Glenn pondered. "That actually might work. Good idea Dan. I'll
run that idea up the flagpole and let you know what Harmon (the client)
says. Okay! I guess that wraps this up boys," Glenn announced as the
meeting ended. Thank goodness!
As soon as everyone left I turned to my keyboard, "You still there?" I
quickly typed and hit send.
I waited a few minutes. No response. Crap! I've pissed her off again.
Then, suddenly, a reply.
"It was obvious you hadn't really been thinking naughty thoughts you
wanted to share. G." Sent from my Blackberry.
She was mad. I tried one more time.
"Are we still on for this weekend?" Send
I waited. And waited. The rest of the day passed at a snail's pace.
Nothing. I figured it was over between us. I'd blown it. Why did she
have to email during a meeting?! I'd have been better off not replying
to the first email. Then she wouldn't feel like I'd blown her off.
I fretted the rest of the night and all the next day. There was no
response to my last email.
Friday morning, I decided I had to do something to try to make things
right again. I sent the following message:
"Dear Grace,
I'm sorry about the other day. I wanted to play. I really did. All
I've been thinking of is you and last Friday night. But I was in a
meeting with my boss and I couldn't type more than a word or two without
him knowing I was not paying attention. To tell you all of my naughty
thoughts would have taken too long. Please forgive me. Can I take you
out to dinner tonight? This time my treat? Please.
Yours,
Danni"
All day Friday passed with no reply until nearly five o'clock. I was
feeling despondent. The entire week I had been looking forward to the
weekend and seeing Grace again. It looked like I had screwed up a really
good thing. Then, suddenly, 'Ping!' A message from Grace's Blackberry.
"Just got your message Danni. Sorry. Can't do dinner tonight. I'm
having a few friends over for cocktails. But you're welcome to stop by
if you'd like - a little after nine. See ya, G."
Shoot! I wanted to be alone with her. I didn't know any of her friends.
I wasn't a social butterfly to begin with. I'd feel like a fifth wheel.
But I was also afraid to say no, for fear that might really be the last
straw for Grace. So I quickly replied, "Sounds great! See you then."
Send
I immediately began to stress out. On the one hand, I wanted desperately
to see Grace. On the other, I wasn't looking forward to mixing it up
with a bunch of strangers. But I knew I had to go or else risk ending
whatever it was that I hoped I had beginning with Grace. Did we even
have anything? Did one night of amazing sex - well - sex for her anyway
- mean we were an item? I had no idea. I just knew I had to see her
again. So I bucked it up and made myself go.
Grace'd said, "...a little after nine," so I wasn't worried about being
late. As I entered Grace's building, I approached Walter, the doorman.
"Hi Walter," I said. "I'm here to see Grace Andrews."
He looked at me funny. Did he not remember me from the previous Friday?
"Is Miss Andrews expecting you?" he asked, as if he, somehow, doubted
that she would be.
"Yes," I assured him.
"Okay then. I'll have to call up. Your name?" he inquired.
My name? Should I use 'Dan' or 'Danni'? Shoot! This was stupid! "My
name is Dan Thompson."
"Just a moment sir," he said, as he punched a few buttons on the house
phone. Then, he said, "Good evening Miss Andrews. I have a Dan Thompson
to see you. He says you're expecting him," he added, again, as if the
idea that she'd be expecting me was absurd.
Walter looked quizzically at me as he listened. Addressing me he asked,
"Are you Danni?"
Embarrassed, I answered, "Er, yes, that's me."
"Yes ma'am. It's Danni."
There was a pause.
"Yes ma'am. I'll send him up," he replied as he hung up the phone.
Walter escorted me to the elevator, punched the button to the penthouse
and then, as the doors closed, said, "Good luck sir."
Good luck? What's that supposed to mean? Walter sure had acted oddly.
When the doors opened to Grace's apartment, I heard loud shrieks of
girlish laughter. It sounded like the party had been going on for a
while. As I looked around for Grace, I didn't see anyone I recognized.
Just as I'd expected. She ran with a different crowd.
A short blonde girl, her hair in a ponytail, bounced up to me laughing,
seemingly quite inebriated.
"Hi honey! What's your name?" she smiled.
"Um, hi. My name is Dan. I'm here to see Grace."
"Ha! So is everyone!" She turned to the room. "Hey girls! Anyone seen
Grace? There's a Dan here to see her," she shouted.
A few of the other girls - I'd yet to see another guy - called out
Grace's name.
Finally, someone hollered above the din, "Do you mean Danni?"
Blondie turned to me and before she could ask, I answered sheepishly,
"Yeah. I'm Danni."
She yelled back, "That's him. He's cute too!" To me she said, "Come on
honey. Let's find Grace for you," as she tugged me along behind her.
As Blondie pulled me along, the other girls (all beautiful!) started
greeting me, "Hi Danni!" they sang out in high-pitched girlie voices.
Still no sign of any other guys. Could this have turned out worse? Had
Grace invited me to a 'hen party'?
Suddenly, I saw Grace on her balcony with a few other girls, all having a
good time. This party had definitely been going on for a while. Just
then it hit me why Walter had, at first, looked confused that I was here,
and then second, had wished me luck. He knew what I was walking into.
Grace waved to me excitedly. That was a good sign. She was wearing a
pair of tight fitting red shorts with a sheer white halter-top, and
matching red high heels. She looked amazingly sexy, as did all of the
other girls.
As I approached her with Blondie, Grace hugged me, "Danni dear! I'm so
glad you decided to stop by. I see you've met Mandy," she said,
referring to Blondie.
"Hi Mandy. Nice to meet you," I said.
Mandy laughed and said to Grace, "He's cute Grace!"
"Yes. I quite agree," Grace answered. "Come along Danni. Let me get
you a Cosmo and introduce you to my other girlfriends."
As we walked away she reached behind me and playfully squeezed my butt.
She whispered, "I can't wait to hear what your naughty thoughts about me
have been."
We walked up to a makeshift bar where a tall red head was mixing Cosmos.
Grace introduced me to the girls standing at the bar as her 'friend',
Danni.
When she did, the other girls all made over me and said things like,
"Oooh! He's a doll!" or "Hi cutie!" I was certain I heard one of the
girls whisper to another, "He's the one with the amazing tongue!" and
then they giggled conspiratorially.
Needless to say, I felt extremely self-conscious.
After getting me a drink, Grace clinked my glass and said, "Drink up
Danni! You have some catching up to do."
"Yeah," I said. "It looks like the party's been going on for a while."
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "We've been going at it since after work!"
"Oh!" I said. "You told me after nine," confused as to why she had
invited me to come later.
"Did I?" She acted as though she didn't remember. "Oh well! You're
here now! Relax and have fun!"
"Grace?" I asked nervously.
"Yes Danni?"
"Am I the only man here?"
She looked around the room, pretending to check for other guys. It was
obvious that I was the only male at the party.
"Hmmm," she said. "It looks like you're right. Wow! This could be your
lucky night Danni!" she poked me playfully. "Come on! Drink that Cosmo.
I'll get you another. Loosen up and have some fun."
I felt extremely uncomfortable. My mind was full of random thoughts and
concerns. Why didn't Grace seem to recall telling me to arrive long
after the party actually began? Why invite me at all? The only male at
an all girl party? What did she want from me? Was I special to her?
Was she as enthralled with me as I was with her? Somehow, I didn't think
so. I could not get past the nagging doubt that I even belonged in the
same room with a woman as incredible as Grace. I wasn't being overly
humble about myself. I simply wasn't that special. Grace could have any
man she wanted. So why was she giving me the time of day? Why couldn't
I just accept that she seemed interested in me, and go with it? My mind
spun with a lot of questions - but no answers.
I downed my Cosmo and had another. I downed that one quickly as well.
Damn! The redhead tending bar mixed one hellacious martini! Looking
back, the third one was the one that probably did me in. My protective
wall came down after that. I mingled among the small groups of girls
standing around chatting and having a wonderful time with each other.
It was funny, but I began feeling as though I belonged. They spoke
easily in front of me about the things I supposed women talked about with
each other all of the time. Things like the size of one of their
boyfriend's, well, you know, penis. Though they didn't use that word,
which shocked me a little at first. But after a while, I got used to it
when one of them would say, "Cock!" As in, "His cock was so fat, I
thought I'd burst. But, of course," she'd giggle, "I didn't. I just
came and came and came." That story drew a lot of laughter.
None of the girls seemed at all concerned to be discussing these intimate
sexual matters in front of a man. At one point, one of the girls turned
to me and tried to include me in their conversations. "So Danni, Grace
told us you have a very special talent. Is that true honey?" she asked
with a sultry tone.
Even several Cosmos didn't prevent me from blushing at that point. "Er,
ah, I guess, I mean, I don't know what you mean?" I replied, trying to
avoid the topic. I was shocked that Grace would share such an intimate
detail with all of her friends.
They giggled. "Oh come on Danni dear! It's nothing to be embarrassed
about. It's something to be proud of. True, most girls like a fat cock.
But some guys don't have that, so it's nice when you have a way to
compensate."
Was she saying I had a small penis? Had Grace told them I had a small
one? I mean, it wasn't the biggest. I knew that from seeing other guys
in the locker room and stuff. But how could she know? We'd never had
intercourse. Was there something about me that made women just know I
wasn't well endowed?
The girl continued to prod me. "Grace told me it was the best she'd ever
had Danni. You should be quite pleased with yourself. She doesn't talk
that way about many of the guys she dates."
'Many?' She dates many guys? So I was just one of a stable? Wait! Was
that so bad? I mean, as long as I was in the stable, should I complain?
Without meaning to, I began to find out more about Grace. It didn't
necessarily help me to understand how I fit in, but I was more aware than
ever that she was a woman who could get what she wanted. She wasn't
unusual in the sense I initially thought - unusual in a way that
explained how she could be interested in a guy like me and not some other
more, well, manly man. She was, in fact, attracted to guys like that.
So why me? Was I a toy? I didn't know. At that point, I kinda didn't
care. I was pleased to be in the conversation. Plus, I was intoxicated
- in more ways than one.
It was late - actually early morning - when the highly intoxicated girls
began saying their goodbyes. I lingered in the background, unsure of
whether I would be invited to stay. Grace hadn't said anything about me
staying, nor had she given me any other sign that she might want me to
stick around. I decided I shouldn't presume anything, and so I made my
way to the door as the last of her girlfriends hugged her goodbye.
As I made to leave, Grace looked at me with a predatory grin. "You
aren't planning on going home are you Danni?"
"Well, I, I wa, was, just, I mean, I, d, do you wa, want me to stay?" I
asked.
Moving aggressively toward me, she grabbed me at the back of my head and
pulled me in for a deep, wet, aggressive kiss. "What do you think?" she
smiled lustfully.
"Uh, stay?" I asked, grinning happily.
She shoved me away from her and then moved toward me. As she reached me,
she shoved me again. I found myself in the middle of her den, where she
shoved me backwards, down onto her couch. "Take off your clothes Danni,"
she ordered nonchalantly. "I'll be right back." She turned to look back
at me as she walked off. Stunned at her sudden forcefulness, I hadn't
moved. "Your clothes Danni. Off! Now!" she said emphatically. She
stalked off leaving me wondering what in the world was going on.
I quickly stripped down to my boxers and sat there wondering what I was
supposed to do next. A few minutes later Grace returned. She was
wearing spiked white bedroom heels and a long, flowing, sheer white net
peignoir that covered a matching, equally sheer, baby-doll, that didn't
even begin to contain her massive breasts. I nearly came in my shorts.
"I thought I told you to get undressed," she cooed sweetly. "Please
don't make me ask again. I want you naked Danni."
I pulled my boxers off and sat back on her couch, now completely naked,
looking up at Grace towering over me, my erect cock bobbing in front of
me. Standing before me, arms akimbo, she asked, "So! What do you think?
Pretty?"
"Ye, ye, yes," I mumbled. "V, ve, very."
"Very what?" she probed.
"Er, er pretty?" I replied. "Very pretty."
"So you like pretty, do you?"
Confused, I said, "Uh, I, I guess."
"Would you like it better if I wore something a little less revealing?"
"N, n, no," I protested. "You look amazing!"
"Thank you Danni. I'm glad that you approve. Perhaps you'd like to show
me how much you approve?" she teased.
"Su, su, sure," I choked.
Still sitting on the couch, gazing up at her tower above me, she stepped
closer. "You know Danni, I think I'd like it better if you were on your
knees."
Obediently, falling immediately under her spell, I submitted, although
not quite freely. Something nagged at me as I fell upon my knees and
looked upward toward this luscious creature towering above me. Had I
lost all control in this relationship? Had I ever had any to begin with?
Was it a relationship at all? No, I insisted to myself. I wanted this.
What was this, though? No words were spoken. None needed to be. I
reached out to touch her and she shook her head, "No, no Danni. No
hands."
No hands? What then? Yes! My mouth. I leaned in closer, the drape of
her featherweight peignoir fluttering over my head and shoulders. The
lightness of the sheer fabric as it tickled my skin made me shiver. I
nuzzled my face under the ruffled hem of her nylon baby-doll. Her
brunette forest of pubic hair glistened a shiny wet glow, twinkling in
the light from the table lamp next to where Grace stood. I gently,
cautiously, tentatively, stuck my tongue out and tasted her. Mmmmm. I'd
never tasted anything so sweet. She subtly shifted her stance, opening
her legs a bit wider, silently urging me to delve deeper as she stood
over me with her legs spread wide.
And so, another long night of exploring the inner folds of Grace's vagina
began. She seemed insatiable - and utterly uninterested in anything, or
anyone, else. It was all about me bringing her to orgasm after
overflowing orgasm. The flood of emission that erupted from within her
pussy put any male ejaculation to shame. Positioned as I was on my knees
beneath her, all I could do was swallow what I could, while the remainder
of her feminine jism dripped like a torrent over my face, down my chin,
and onto my chest.
I'd lost track of time when Grace stepped backward, away from my tongue,
and beckoned me to rise and follow her. She led me to her bed, and I
thought to myself, 'At last! We're going to make love!' She pulled her
ringlet cover down, revealing red satin sheets. Laying back, her long
brunette hair flowing behind her head as it rested upon a white satin
pillow, she pulled me to her and directed my head back between her
thighs, now spread lewdly as wide as possible, giving me the fullest
possible access.
"Danni love?" she whispered seductively.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Tonight dear," she sighed, "Don't leave me. Stay here beside me until
morning. Will you do that for me Danni?"
Would I? Was she serious? Of course I would. "Yes! Of course!" I
assured her.
"Thank you," she whispered quietly, as she settled back, and I returned
to pleasuring her. Soon, just as on the previous Friday night, I could
sense her relaxation, and hear her measured breathing, as she fell asleep
while I pleasured her. As for me, my penis was throbbing painfully from
being unattended to - otherwise known as 'blue balls.' I wanted so badly
to make love to this angel, but feared her reaction if I woke her.
Instead, I slid up beside her and cuddled, content to be next to her, to
smell her, to hear her rhythmic breathing. Soon, despite the soreness I
felt between my thighs, I fell off to sleep next to Grace.
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