Tracy insisted she needed to supervise me getting dressed. I was in my boxers, ready to take my shower.
“Tracy, I love you.”
She just smiled, spun me around and swatted my butt.
“Get in there and don’t forget to shave.”
I took care of my shower and shave. I came out of the bathroom nude and saw Tracy on my bed, watching my every move. I dutifully put on the clothes they had picked out, then put my belt on and was putting my wallet in my back pocket when Tracy stopped me.
“Let me see that.”
I handed her my wallet and she found the condom, which she inspected to verify that it wasn’t damaged. She then opened my nightstand, got out two more, put all three into the wallet and handed it back. Her meaning was clear: I was to use all three tonight or not come home. I would bet the farm that she would count how many I had left after my date.
I finished dressing and we went to the house. Mom offered to drive us because the destination was a surprise. I held Tracy’s hand as we crossed the driveway to the back door. A glimpse showed me that she was sad. She had hidden it well, up to that point. I stopped, and she was pulled up short. As she turned to see why I had stopped, I kissed her. It was a gentle, loving kiss intended to tell her that we were together. When we pulled apart, she smiled, and she blinked back a tear.
“Tracy, we need to talk about our relationship. Before you freak out, it isn’t anything bad. I know we have expectations for each other. If we don’t know what those expectations are, we’ll end up disappointing one another. I feel like tonight is disappointing you, and if it is, I’ll not go through with it.”
“What’s funny is, I’m not really worried about tonight. I know you both need to get physical to find out if there’s more. I don’t know why, but I know you’ll find out you make better friends than lovers. I hope you don’t think I’m nuts, but in the long run, this is best for us. I want you to rock her world. Don’t hold back. I don’t want you to come home thinking you wished you’d done something more. I want you sure when you’re done.”
I shook my head in disbelief, but she seemed sincere. One of my biggest issues with Tracy was trust. If we were going to succeed, I had to trust her again. I decided I’d trust her on this, not the ‘I trust you but I need to verify.’ I gave up my doubts and truly trusted her.
WHEN BETH OPENED THE door, we both looked at each other open-mouthed. Our moms weren’t playing fair. Beth was dressed in a white dress that showed plenty of cleavage.
I looked her in the eyes.
“You take my breath away.”
Mrs. A, who was obviously spying, burst out in laughter, which got us both to laugh too. I grabbed her hand and we went to the car.
“You guys aren’t making this easy, are you?” I told my mom.
She didn’t say a word and drove us to the Henderson. It was a landmark hotel that had one of the best restaurants in town. I helped Beth out of the car and gave her my arm as we went inside. We went through the grand lobby and found where we were going. The maître d’ had our reservations, and we were seated quickly. Dinner was very enjoyable. Beth and I had been friends forever, so there were no awkward moments until dessert was almost finished.
“David, I, uh, I guess I’m not good at this,” Beth said.
“What? You know you can tell me anything.”
“I know, but I’ve never asked someone to, uh...” Beth said and blushed.
“Are you asking if we should continue our evening in private?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly. Then she finished in a rush, “I got us a room.”
I paid our bill, and Beth handed me a keycard holder with 1111 written on it. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into me as if it were something we were both used to doing. We entered the elevator and Beth turned into my arms and looked me in the eyes. Some unknown signal must have sounded, because we went into a lip-lock, and freely explored each other’s bodies. When we got to the 11th floor, we staggered to the room as our lips never parted. We stumbled into the room and I pushed her up against the wall.
She pushed me back, which caused our lips to part. She started to ask a question, but I staved it off.
“Can we talk about it later?” I asked with a crooked grin.
“Sure. Are you sure?” she asked, not able to help herself.
“You have no idea.”
I could tell she did. We’d always been friends, longer than even I could remember. This was Beth Anderson. I’d never really thought of her in terms of possibly ‘us.’ She’d always been intended for my brother, or so I’d thought. Something happened their freshman year of high school to change their relationship. It was never talked about, and now wasn’t the time to ask.
I was happy for Angie and Greg. Things with Beth just hadn’t worked out for my brother. I didn’t feel like I was her second choice; I think she just finally saw me as someone she could be with.
This was Beth.
I stepped back and really looked at her. This was a woman I could really fall for. While I cared for Tracy and Peggy, there was a deeper connection here, only something that could be developed from knowing each other for years, something I didn’t want to mess up.
“We could just ...” I began, but Beth surged forward and we kissed again.
There was no need to overthink this. I ran my fingers along her throat and I could feel her pulse beat; its pace matched my own. Her lips tasted of strawberries from her lip gloss. As she opened to my kisses, I drank in the deeper crème brûlée flavor of her dessert.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I pushed her against the wall to mash our bodies even closer together. I groaned as we crushed our lips together. I felt a bolt of power, as if from the heavens, course through our bodies. Beth seemed to feel it too, and I could tell it shook her to the core.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned against my lips.
I wanted her ... wanted to ravish her body ... wanted to own ... simply wanted.
I reached down and pushed her dress up over her hips. He skin felt hot to the touch. I felt her shudder as if my fingers burned her skin as they glided upwards. My hands gently molded her breasts and she gasped against my lips.
She helped me take her dress off and then our lips came back together. She slipped her hands to the back of my waist and pulled my t-shirt out of my pants so she could touch my bare flesh. Her hands traveled up my hard-muscled back. She pulled one hand down and pushed it between us as she grasped my length. My pants did nothing to disguise my arousal.
I laid my head against the side of hers, a guttural rumble escaped from deep within my chest, and my hot breath caressed her neck. Her grip tightened and my breath caught as I stiffened. I pulled back to scan her face and a small smile touched my lips as I saw the intense look on her face. I bent forward and trailed my lips and the tip of my tongue along her ear and then down her neck where her pulse pounded.
She rolled her head to the side to give herself to me as I tasted her, as my mouth branded her, as I staked my claim. Beth was no longer intended for my brother. She was intended for me.
She wanted to taste me too. Beth turned her head and began to lick and kiss my neck. I turned my head to give her access as she did the same to me.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her head rested against my chest, and I was sure she could hear my heart pounding. I lowered her onto the king-size bed. I stood up and removed my shirt as I drank in the sight of her body in just her bra and panties. This felt right.
I reached down and placed my hand on the base of her throat to let her know I was in control. The crush of my kiss was like a hungry wolf devouring its prey. Her hunger matched mine as she answered each challenge I gave her. I pushed my hands under her bra to push it up to free her breasts. They were firm and pliable. She moaned her approval as I touched her, as her body answered my need. I kissed my way down her neck until I came to her hard nipple and laved it with my tongue. My thumb and index finger trapped her other nipple between them and rolled it gently, then harder, the gently again.