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this afternoon?
Nothing I can t postpone.
I m feeling kind of ill. I might have to take half a sick day, I said pulling out my cell phone from
my pocket.
Must be going around, he said, pulling out his. Ten minutes later, we were in his car, headed for
his apartment. I turned to him, any feelings of awkwardness trumped by naked lust.
So, I should mention that I am healthy, and get tested regularly, and my partners have always
used condoms, unless we were having a monogamous relationship. I am on the Pill too, though.
I m healthy, and tested regularly, and I always use a condom, unless I m involved in a
monogamous relationship, he replied. There was moment of silence and then he added hesitantly,
You know, this might sound crazy...
I m good with monogamy. We ll get to know each other better over time, I cut in and he
groaned and sped up. Five minutes later, he was inserting the key into his apartment door as I
fidgeted, yearning for him to insert himself into me.
We were barely inside before our tongues wrapped together again, while we tried valiantly to
undress each other. Jesus, lawyers wore a lot of clothes. Finally, in frustration I stepped back, and
practically ripped off my blouse. He freed himself of his tie and undid what buttons were left on his
shirt, as I shimmied out of my skirt and managed to escape my pantyhose. Note to self: start wearing
thigh highs.
We finished undressing at almost exactly the same time, and paused to take in the view. His body
was hard ... all over. He had great muscles, a flat belly, and oh wow. Thank you God. He seemed
pleased with what he saw too, and I also thanked my gym.
Sarah, he said in a low husky voice.
Give me a tour. Let s start with the bedroom. I panted. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to a
door off to the right. Hitting a switch on the way, a dim bedside light came on. That s all I noticed. I
would check out the décor later. At the moment I had other things on my mind.
He yanked back the duvet and turned to give me a look that sent me sailing across the room and
into his bed. Hey, don t judge; I was owning my own sexuality. Gloria Steinem would be proud of
me. He quickly joined me and pressed that wonderfully, warm hard body against mine, kissing me
feverishly again. Then he moved his mouth to suck lightly on my neck, and then lower still, to suck on
my painfully hard nipples. I arched and bucked and made a lot of noise, gasping, moaning, pleading,
demanding ... As he moved further south he paused.
Ever since I met you, I ve been fantasizing about whipped cream. I think it was the cake thing.
Later, I answered breathlessly. That can be dessert, but right now. I just need you to fuck me.
He groaned, rose and crawled up over me, lifting one of my legs and resting it on his shoulder.
Bracing his hands on either side of me, he positioned his hips and I reached down to guide him to my
entrance.
Oh God, Sarah, he said thickly, and then his cock slid into me and he got the most incredible
look of pleasure on his face as he bit out one word, Fuuuuck!
Yes, so good! I moaned, writhing under him. He was so big and hard and he satisfied the empty
ache. He began rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, groaning and swearing. I liked that he was a noisy
lover. I could hear how good I was making him feel. He was looking totally out of it, staring in
fascination at my breasts bouncing up and down as he pumped into me again and again. Craving
release, I reached down and began rubbing my clit. That got his attention.
Oh yeah, Sarah. So sexy. He changed his angle and deepened his thrusts, making me moan
louder.
Yes, please! Matt! Oh God I m going to come!
Yes, come on baby. I m right there with you, he ground out, thrusting harder and faster, his face
flushed and beautiful.
I was aware of everything, our damp skin sliding together, the sounds of our breathing and our
groans, the smell of sweat and sex, and most of all, the pressure building between my legs. I let
myself get lost in it as he pushed me closer to the edge with every stroke. And then I was there, and
there was that second, the one just before you lose control, delicious. Suddenly, I went over the edge;
my stomach dropped, my pussy clenched and my body went rigid. At that moment, Matt thrust deeply
one last time and held himself still against me.
Oh God! Sarah! he called out and shook, letting go deep inside me as my muscles continued to
contract around him. Then he collapsed on top of me and we held each other still groaning and
panting together.
***
An hour, and another round in the shower later, I sat dressed in an NYU t-shirt that almost reached my
knees. Matt sat in a Philadelphia Eagles t-shirt and sweats, doling out the Chinese food we were
having for either a late lunch or an early dinner.
So, we re dating, exclusively, wow, he said, looking thoughtful but happy.
You re sure that...
Yeah! he broke in. Even though we don t know each other well yet, it feels, okay. More than
okay. It feels right.
I do know a little about you. From court, I know that you re smart, and professional, and fair.
Thanks, and I know the same things about you. Plus, I know that you re very passionate, in the
courtroom and in the bedroom. He smiled.
Ditto. I know that you have dubious taste in friends, though, I teased.
So do you; at least Kevin doesn t dress like a hotdog or jump out of cakes.
Touché. I smiled. I know who your mom is, and that she s amazing.
Yeah, she is, he said with a proud-looking smile. My dad s okay too. He laughed. He s a
cardiologist. What do your parents do?
My mom is an English teacher ... and my dad is the District Attorney of Venango County, I
admitted with a smile.
No way! He laughed again. So my mom is the Federal PD out in Pittsburgh, and your dad is the
DA in Venango. There s something almost poetic about that.
We talked for a while longer about our families and where we grew up and then conversation
turned back to our friends.
So, Mr. Nicholas ...
You ll have to call him Kevin if we re dating.
Kevin, and I have never exactly been besties. Is it going to be really weird for him? He seemed
very conflicted about finding out I was the cake girl.
He ll get over it. What s the real Chelsea like? If he met someone too, he would be too
distracted to care.
Sacrifice Chelsea to Mr. Ni ... Kevin. I don t know.
He s not that bad. He laughed. He s just like you, tough in court, but nicer outside the
courtroom. This may be hard for you to believe, but he treats women well.
Well, if you re serious, she s not seeing anyone, and I would love to see her have a reason to not
work all those wacky jobs. Her parents are always offering to pay her tuition, and she could get
easily a job in the theater department at her school.
So why does she do it?
She says it s acting experience, but I think she s just bored.
Is she as beautiful and as smart as you are? he asked giving me a flirty smile. I must confess,
part of me melted.
She s very intelligent and very good looking. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, though. I m sure
he would find her attractive.
Well, let s double date then on Friday, but let s spend the rest of tonight alone together. I want
more time to get to know you, and I want to sleep with you. Okay, I ll admit it, when he said that, the
rest of me melted.
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