She was clearly surprised that I knew her name. She went to the next table and did her presentation again.
“How do you know her?” Zoe asked.
“Karen was a senior when I was a freshman. We never hung out, but I came to know who she was through her jerk of a boyfriend,” I said.
Zoe then got the whole story out of me. When Karen brought us our drinks, appetizer, and salad, she was still trying to puzzle out who I was. The cocktail was excellent. You wouldn’t think salt should be part of a drink, but it brightened the flavor of the Meyer lemon and sage. I would have to try it with a little vodka sometime. The appetizer was delicious, while the salad was salad.
Zoe and I had a wonderful meal, and we acted like old friends. We simply had a level of comfort with each other greater than one might expect. There never seemed to be any awkward pauses or uncomfortable questions, as so many first dates seemed to have. When the bill arrived, it was pricey for our area, but for something this special, I would come again.
I grinned when we left because I had paid cash and could tell Karen still didn’t know who I was.
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I figured out who one of Zoe’s helpers was when we next went to Brook Davis’s home. Zoe took my hand and led me into the woods to the fairy-tale-like clearing. There was candlelight coming from one of the cabins, and when we entered the setting was right out of a romance novel. There was champagne chilling in the living room and soft music playing. Candles lit the room, giving everything a warm glow. Whoever had planned it was smarter than I was because the candles weren’t scented. I think I’d about killed myself when I tried to be romantic with Tami.
“Would you like some sparkling cider?” I asked.
“Please.”
I opened the bottle, poured two glasses, and then made a toast.
“Here’s to fond memories. May you remember tonight the rest of your life, and have only kind thoughts of me when you do.”
There are times you need to be a man. This was one of them. Zoe needed me to take the initiative. After we drank our toast, I took her glass from her and set it on the end table. I turned to her and looked her in the eyes before I kissed her. That was what she needed. I recognized I was in for a good night when she pushed me back and kissed me with more passion than I’d realized she had. I was amused that Zoe had suddenly become so forceful. It wasn’t that she wasn’t an active participant in what we’d done in the past, it was just that she never seemed to initiate what we did.
Zoe broke our kiss and pulled back to gaze into my eyes. The smoldering look was enough to cause Mr. Happy to come fully awake. She gave me a mischievous little smile and got off me. She did a sexy little walk to the bedroom door and turned back to see if I was following her. Zoe wiggled her butt and walked into the bedroom.
I got up and followed her in. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she leaned back, propped up by her arms behind her. Zoe bit her bottom lip and checked me out. The bedroom had candles burning, and someone had put rose petals on the bed. The whole setup looked like it had come out of a chick flick. Zoe pulled one of her hands forward, revealing a remote control. She pushed a button, the music got louder, and then she switched songs. I laughed when Pony by Ginuwine, which was featured in the male stripper movie Magic Mike, started playing. Angie had rented the film on Netflix, and she had teased me until I’d shown her I had better moves than Channing Tatum.
I stepped into the room, planted my feet wide, and began to do the striptease dance I’d learned as the lyrics described a bachelor’s come-on line.
I pulled my sweater over my head, and Zoe clapped and giggled as I rolled my hips and wiggled my butt at her as the song continued its suggestive message.
By now, I was down to just my boxers. Zoe was into it as I came close to her and gave her a lap dance. I had one hand over my head and the other behind my head as I leaned back, put my groin in her face and did hip-thrusts. The naughty girl grabbed the front of my boxers and pulled them down until my package was exposed. Zoe would be kicked out of a strip club if she tried that. My hip-thrusts slowed down as she grasped my member and then wrapped her lips around it.
I forgot about the song, closed my eyes, and slowly worked her face. Zoe used both her hands to stroke and twist my pole as she took the top third into her willing mouth. She popped the head out of her mouth and then began to suck and lick my sack. All I could do was moan my pleasure. She then held my member up towards my stomach and then proceeded to lick it. When I was wet, Zoe looked up at me with a mysterious expression. She held my eyes as she took me in her warm, wet mouth, and then surprised me when she tried to swallow me whole. Zoe gagged and had tears in her eyes as she pulled off me. A long strand of saliva was attached to the head and her bottom lip. Damn!
“You okay?” I asked.
Zoe ignored me and tried to jam me into her throat again, which met with similar results. My eyes rolled back into my head when on her third attempt she took all of me. On her next successful try, I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded. Zoe surprised me when she didn’t pull off but began to swallow. The feel of her throat as it throbbed added to my exquisite pleasure. My knees finally unlocked, and I found myself on my butt looking up at a smiling Zoe.
“How was that?” she asked.
“I loved that. Now it’s your turn,” I said and stood up. “Let me help you get out of that dress.”
Zoe stood up and turned around for me to unzip her dress. She carefully took it off and put it on a chair. She was naked underneath. All she had on was thigh-high stockings. I took in her nude form. Her large breasts were capped by her upturned nipples which begged for attention. I picked her up and gently laid her on the bed of rose petals. I joined her, and we quickly became entwined in a passionate kiss.
“David, I can’t wait any longer. Make me a woman,” Zoe begged.
I’d planned to give her the full treatment. I wanted to make love to her body, but this was her night. I got off the bed and found a condom to put on. I put my extra ones on the nightstand so if we went again, they were within easy reach.
When I got back onto the bed, I covered Zoe’s body. Her legs came open, and my hips fell into position. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. The feel of her stockings made for an added pleasure. Mr. Happy was like a bloodhound and soon nosed his way between her folds. I pressed forward and felt her hymen stretch and then break. I was suddenly halfway in the tightest vise I’d ever been in. Zoe cried out when I broke through. I held still as she gripped me tighter.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” I said.
She gave me a little nod, and I began to slowly worm my way deeper. I had thought Suzanne had been the tightest ever. Virgin Zoe was as if I had put a warm, wet vise-grip on my member. When I was finally able to get myself all the way in, Zoe grunted. I began to make a circular motion with my hips to try to loosen her up some. This caused my pubic bone to rub her in the right spot. She responded to the stimulation and groaned in pleasure. At least I wasn’t killing her.
I continued to grind her, and Zoe must have been very aroused before we started because she surprised me when she climaxed. I thought she was going to snap the big guy off when she clamped down and began to shake. Damn, Zoe was a wild ride. After her orgasm, her legs and arms released me and they flopped onto the bed. I waited until her eyes opened, and then I began to slowly move in her. I sat up on my knees to get a better view as I invaded her tight little sex.
“They said I’d probably not enjoy it the first time. I think they lied to me. I can’t imagine it being any better,” Zoe said.
I gave her a feral grin and began my long, slow strokes followed by short, quick ones. I’d found this varied approach would quickly cause any woman to reach her peak. Zoe’s eyes got big, and she became flushed. I leaned down and kissed her as she had another screaming orgasm. Her tight little body clamped hard on me, and that was all I needed. The only problem was she had such a grip on me, I couldn’t get my release. It became almost painful, so I pulled out of her to relieve the pressure.