"No, no, twelve thirty is perfect. Thank you so much for having J. J.," Nora responded.
"He's such a nice boy," came the reply. "Did you know that Mike will be at State with J. J.? He doesn't have a soccer scholarship, but he's going to try for the team. Joe decided to join the marines. He says he can make a good career with the marines."
"And if he decides not to," Nora said cheerfully, "he'll probably get college money out of it. Marian, thanks for having J. J. Send him home when he gets to be a pest tomorrow."
"Any time, Nora." And Marian Carter hung up.
Nora set her phone back in its cradle. She went to her front door, locked it, and threw the extra bolt. Returning to the den, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down. Had she really had a sexual adventure with two men on Monday night? Or had it just been a dream? Well, she considered with a little grin, the only way to find out was to call the cable company and ask for The Channel again. She picked up the phone again.
"Thank you for calling Suburban Cable," the automated message came on.
Nora waited patiently.
"Suburban Cable. This is Francie. How may I help you?"
"I'd like to order The Channel," Nora answered calmly, and gave the requested information.
"Just go to channel sixty-nine, Mrs. Buckley. The Channel's already operational this evening," Francie told her. "Anything else we can do for you tonight?"
"No, thanks," Nora replied, and hung up. She put the phone back, and sat back in her recliner for a long few minutes. Then she took a gulp of wine. She got up and turned off the lights in the room. She took another gulp of wine as she sat down again. Then, drawing a deep breath, Nora pressed the ON button on the channel changer, punched in sixty-nine, and waited anxiously as the darkened screen began to grow light, and her dream apartment came into view. "Kyle?" Her voice sounded jittery in her ears. Oh, let it all be as good as it was last time. Especially the sex. She wondered if she would take up where she had left off the last evening, with one cock in her cunt and another in her mouth. Where was Kyle? She was beginning to get nervous, and then she heard his voice.
"You don't need my hand, darling. You just need to put your own hand on the screen. You left in a hurry Monday night. I lost track of the time. Sorry."
Nora put her hand on the screen, felt the pop, and was back in the apartment. Before she could turn, his arms were about her waist, one hand sliding between the folds on her satin shorty robe to cup a full and firm breast. Nora sighed with utter pleasure. "I didn't mean to go," she said. She could feel the sticky wetness already beginning.
"I forgot to tell you that The Channel closes down between four and four thirty a.m.," he said, his tone apologetic.
"Does anyone have a watch around here?" Nora said. "The last thing I remember was Rolfie coming like a raging river, and you blowing off down my throat. The next thing I knew, I was back in my recliner." She turned about so she could see his handsome face. "We can't have that happen again, Kyle, can we?"
"Just pick up the phone," he told her, pointing to the elegant little portable on the living room table, "and press one. Tell them you want a wake-up call at four a.m. They'll just ring through, and that will let us know we have a few minutes to finish up our business," he said with a grin. "I didn't get my turn," Kyle murmured, kissing her ear.
"You had more than your turn last time," she chuckled.
"But Rolf got last licks," he pouted.
"No, I got last licks," she teased him, reaching down to fondle his penis. Then she turned away, pulling out of his embrace, and, picking up the phone, pushed number one.
"Concierge," a crisp voice answered.
"I want a wake-up call for four a.m.," Nora said.
"Very good, Mrs. Buckley," the crisp voice replied, ringing off.
"How did she know my name?" Nora wondered aloud.
"You're in the penthouse," Kyle responded logically.
"Oh." Was she going mad? Well, who cared!
"You didn't eat at the awards dinner," Kyle said. "I fixed you something."
"How do you know that?" She set the phone back in its cradle.
"It's my job to know everything about you and to fulfill your fantasy, Red Rover," he told her.
"I think I like that, even if it is a little creepy," Nora said. "What have you prepared for me, my handsome slave?" She caressed his face, and catching her hand in his, he kissed her palm, then licked at it, before releasing it again.
"We're going to start with raw oysters," he began. "Then asparagus with a nice tart hollandaise, some steak tartare, and finally, for dessert, strawberries, whipped cream, and maybe a little chocolate."
"Ummm," Nora replied. "It sounds delicious. Could we start with dessert first?"
"No," he told her firmly.
She pouted. "Why not? Besides, it's my fantasy. Don't I get to have my way?"
"Not a hundred percent of the time. We're going to need those oysters, Red."
"Why?" she demanded.
"Because I'm going to fuck the ears off of you tonight, that's why," he said in his deep rough voice. "After what happened earlier this evening you're going to need a whole lot of loving tonight, and I'm going to see you get it," he told her.
Nora was silent for a very long moment. If only there were men like Kyle out there in the real world, she thought sadly. Then shaking herself, she undid her blue satin robe, and shed it. "I always wanted to eat naked," she said.
"Me too," he agreed, and dropped his white silk shorts. Then he took her hand. "I set up supper for us out on the terrace."
"What if someone sees us?" Nora gasped.
"Up here?" He laughed. "I don't think so. But so what if they did?" He led her outside.
The flooring of the large terrace was made of red tile. It was warmish beneath her feet. The air temperature was comfortable too. Above them the night sky was like black velvet, dotted with sparkling stars. She had heard you couldn't see the stars in the city, but there they were, floating above her. Well, it was her fantasy, and if she wanted stars, she was damned well going to have them. There was a black terry cloth double chaise lounge. Next to it was a table covered with the food he had described. It looked wonderful.
"Get on the chaise," he said. "I'm going to feed you, Red Rover."
"But how will you eat if you're feeding me?" she asked, positioning herself in a half-upright position on the chaise.
"I'll manage," he told her. Then he took an oyster. "Open up, Nora."
She complied with the request, and he dropped the oyster into her mouth, and then took one for himself. He kept feeding her, and himself, taking just enough time for her to swallow the oyster before he fed her another. When the silver bowl of oysters was emptied he bent over and gave her a slow kiss, his tongue playing with hers. And while they kissed, he began to play with her clitoris, laughing as she grew quickly wet, and pushed two thick fingers into her vagina as far as he could, then stopped.
"Nora, darling, I want you to feed me some of that steak tartare. It's already on the crackers. I have an urge for meat."
She could feel his fingers inside her, and her lust began to boil up. She wanted him to use those big fingers, and frig her till she came, but instead she reached out to a round silver platter and, taking a cracker spread with the raw steak off of it, fed it to him. Then she took one for herself, chewing slowly, trying to ignore the heat rising from her body. She had never imagined sex could be this good, and while she was impatient, she knew he was teaching her. It was going to get even better.
"Do you like the menu, Nora?" he asked her softly, and gently moved the fingers inside of her vagina just enough to send a jolt of sensation through her.
She nodded.
"Did you even imagine eating like this?" he pressed.
"I must have, or we wouldn't be doing it," she murmured back.