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  “Damn,” John whispered as he watched me. “That’s hot.”

  “It makes me come really hard.” I moved it deeper inside of me, pressing the vibrating hummingbird close so the wings spread wide over my clit.

  “Lemme see,” John murmured, watching my hand working between my legs. My eyes drifted to his cock, the tip red and wet with pre-cum, his hand pumping it faster now.

  I edged the vibrator up a notch, using one hand while I tugged at my nipples with the other. John groaned, his hand flying over his cock now, as I thrust my hips up, moaning and grinding.

  “Oh, God,” I said, seeing him jerk his cock through half-closed eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna come!”

  “Yeah,” he breathed. “Oh fuck, Tara! You’re so hot!”

  “Ohhhhhh!! Yes, yes! Oh, John!” I came hard, bucking my hips and fucking myself deep with the toy. John grunted, his cock spasming in his hand as he came, waves of hot cum bursting from the tip and running down the shaft.

  I slid the vibrator out of my pussy, and John reached for it. He looked at it from a few angles, turning it over in his hand.

  “That was a surprise.” His eyes slipped back down to my wetness.

  “A good surprise?” I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. He nodded, smiling, reaching for me, and I went to him.

  “You really like hearing me jerk-off?”

  I nodded against his chest. “I’ve been listening at night,” I admitted. “Sometimes I touch myself, too.”

  “Really?” He sounded shocked. I just nodded again. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

  I looked at the vibrator in his hand and smiled.

  He didn’t know the half of it.

  Chapter 4

  “Maybe I should just tell him I know about the calls," I said, jumping off the Stairmaster.

  Kelly grabbed her towel off the elliptical machine and followed me toward the free weights. "I don't know, Tara. Do you want to have a confrontation? Because I think he's going to get defensive, no matter how you bring it up."

  "No, I don't want a fight." I sighed, picking up two five pound weights, one in each hand, and sitting on a bench. "I want..."

  What did I want? I watched Kelly as she took one ten pound weight in both hands, lifting it over her head and then dropping her hands behind her back, aiming the weight between her shoulder blades. She did this over and over, a fluid motion, and I could see the muscles in her upper arms working, her full breasts shifting under her t-shirt. The guy next to us was doing arm curls and his gaze was on her, too. I gave him a look and he averted his eyes.

  My thoughts turned back to John. I had believed that bringing my new toy into our sex life would spice things up—and it had. But John was still as quiet as ever about what he wanted, what his fantasies might be. He seemed willing enough to go along with things if they were my idea, but he wasn't volunteering anything.

  "I want him to talk to me," I finished, beginning to do arm curls, looking at Kelly out of the corner of my eye. "But I tried, again, to get him to tell me something. That night, after the, uh... you know."

  Kelly brought the weight in front of her, grinning. "How do you like your new toy?" she asked, grabbing another ten pound dumbbell and sitting next to me. Her thigh brushed up against mine as she balanced her arm against her leg, starting to do her own arm curl sets. She had a lot more muscle than I did, and could curl double the amount of weight.

  "It's, uh... fun," I replied, feeling my face burning. I refused to look in the mirror, but I knew I was blushing. "Anyway, he still won't share anything with me. It's like the minute I start talking about it, he just clams up. I don't get it."

  "But he's still making calls?" Kelly asked, stopping to look at me. I nodded. "Then maybe you should just keep listening. I mean, at least that way you'll know what he really wants..."

  I sighed. "It just feels wrong."

  Kelly smiled. "Sometimes when it feels wrong, it's really, really right." The pressure of her bare thigh against mine was increasing, rubbing against me.

  "Maybe," I said, standing up and going to put my weights back.

  Kelly put hers back below mine. "Just give him some time. Ease him into things. Keep introducing something new every time you have sex."

  "I am," I said, smiling. "He thinks I'm full of surprises, lately."

  Kelly flicked her towel at me, grinning as she walked past. "You are."

  * * *

  We went out that night, a Christmas party for his office. I usually hated these, with all the office girls crowding around John, making a fuss over him, jostling him under the mistletoe if they got a chance. His office seemed weighted with women and every year there was too much alcohol and too much skin, as far as I was concerned.

  This year, I decided that if I couldn't beat them, I was going to join them. I bought myself a little red satin dress, sleeveless and short—shorter than anything I'd owned before. I didn't wear stockings with it, just a pair of black panties, and no bra. It was pretty low-cut, although I didn't have enough cleavage to make it stand out that much. When I came down the stairs, John did a double take from the couch, putting down his paper and staring at me.

  "You're gonna be cold," he told me, getting my coat from the closet.

  "No, see," I said, picking up a sheer mesh shawl I'd left on the table and putting it over my shoulders.

  He snorted. "I doubt that will keep you warm."

  I smiled as he helped me on with my coat. "Well, you can... help keep me warm."

  He kissed my neck, exposed because my long dark hair was put up, making me shiver. "I just might take you up on that later."

  Kelly and Chris pulled their little Escort in next to John's dark blue Beemer Roadster just after we arrived.

  "I thought you weren't coming," I called out to Kelly, pulling my coat together against the wind.

  "Miss a night out of the house without the kidlet?" Kelly said, taking Chris' hand and tugging him with her toward me.

  "Plus there's the free booze," Chris added, grinning.

  "It's all on me," John said, taking my hand and starting toward the restaurant.

  John had rented an entire room and hired a DJ—it looked like a set-up for a wedding, minus all the favors. There were probably thirty people there already, although we were a little early, and they were standing around with drinks in their hands or sitting at tables and talking. I let John take my coat and Kelly's eyes widened when she saw me.

  "What?" I asked, touching my cleavage, afraid I was falling out.

  "That dress," she said, her eyes dipping below the hem. "Holy cow. I saw it on the hanger and all but... wow!"

  "Can I agree without getting hit over the head with a handbag?" Chris asked, smiling and putting his arms around Kelly from behind.

  I flushed. "Thanks. I like yours, too," I said, admiring how Kelly's black velvet dress made her hair look even redder in contrast.

  We found our seats and ordered a bottle of wine. John came over and joined us for a while, but then went off again. Thank God he let me invite Kelly and Chris, because otherwise I wouldn't have known a soul.

  "Shouldn't you be mingling with John?" Kelly had to practically yell now over the music.

  I shrugged, looking over to where John was standing with a drink in his hand, surrounded by four women who seemed to be talking at once.

  "Ooo! This is my favorite song!" Kelly said, turning to tug at Chris' sleeve. "Chris, dance with me!" Chris had found a guy next to him to talk football with and he waved her away. She made a face, standing and holding out her hand to me. "Come on," she said.

  "Me? In this?" I indicated the dress.

  "How do you think you show it off?" She grinned as she pulled me out onto the dance floor. I followed Kelly's motions, raising my arms above my head like she was, and moving my hips around like hers. She smiled, and then closed her eyes, letting her body sway to the music. It was a hot, sexy beat, and she ground her hips with it like she was fucking someone. It made me flush ju
st to watch her, and I found myself remembering that day on the phone, listening to her come.

  She moved in behind me, then, putting one arm around my waist. "Like this," she instructed, moving her hips with mine, 'round and 'round. I could feel her thighs, her pelvis making circles against my ass. Her other hand slipped around my waist, and I leaned my head back against her shoulder—she was a good five inches taller than me and wearing much higher heels—looking up into her eyes. They were green and smiling, too.

  "I think we drank too much," I murmured, enjoying the feel of our dresses slipping together, satin against velvet. Mine was beginning to ride up my thighs. I could feel it, but I didn't care.

  "Who says?" Kelly whispered, and she leaned in and kissed me, just like that in the middle of the dance floor. It didn't last long, a few seconds, but it was enough to take my breath away. The song was over then, and I looked at John as I moved away from Kelly and saw him looking at us. I couldn't read his face, but I flushed, and went back to the table to get more wine.

  "You two were having fun," Chris remarked, putting his arm around Kelly and squeezing her hip as we sat.

  "Just showing John what he's missing, leaving our girl all alone," Kelly remarked, pouring me another glass of wine and handing it to me. I drank it all, thirsty and not wanting to talk.

  We ended up closing the place down, John and I. Kelly and Chris headed home about midnight, and I sat and finished another bottle of wine while I watched John move among the tables, talking and laughing. He helped me on with my coat when it was time to go, and held my elbow as we walked to the car.

  "Are you drunk?" he asked me as he got into driver's side.

  I looked over at him in the dimness. "Are you mad?"

  "Am I mad that you're drunk? Or am I mad that you were out dirty dancing with your girlfriend at my company Christmas party?" John started the car and put it in reverse.

  "Um... that, or... whatever," I said, struggling with my seatbelt. I couldn't seem to find the slot to put it into. John accelerated hard and I was propelled back against the seat. I was still trying to get my seatbelt fastened when John hit the brakes at a stop sign and I jolted forward, reaching out my hand to the dashboard to catch myself, but my reflexes were slow, and I missed.

  "What were you thinking?" John asked with a sigh, reaching over and doing my seatbelt up for me.

  I felt tears sting my eyes and looked out the passenger window so he wouldn't see them. "I don't know," I whispered. "I guess maybe that you might think I was sexy."

  We didn't talk again until John backed the car into the garage. He always backed in, so he could pull out in a hurry in the morning. Then he turned to me in the dark of the car, his voice low. "Tara, do you know what I wanted to do to you when you came downstairs in that dress?"

  I shook my head, turning a little toward him.

  John reached a hand out and fingered the soft, satin hem that was riding high on my thighs. "I wanted to tear it off you."

  "You did?" I asked, my eyes wide. He was looking down at where my dress ended.

  "I wanted to tear it off you and take you, right there, up against the wall in the hallway." His voice was hoarse, and I swallowed hard.

  "You did?" I squeaked.

  "Seeing you dancing out there with Kelly—you don't know how sexy you are, do you?" he asked, leaning over to me, his hand running up from my knee to my thigh. His breath was warm on my face, and I could smell the 7&7's he'd been drinking all night. My own head was still swimming with wine.

  "You two rubbing up against each other, seeing your red little dress riding up and up." His hand pushed my dress up further as he sought higher ground on my leg. "You looked just like you do when you come, with your eyes half closed and your mouth open and your legs quivering."

  I moaned, tilting my face up to him, and then he was kissing me, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, down my throat, as he pressed me into the door. "I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor." He growled against my neck, biting and sucking at my flesh. "I wanted to fuck you both."

  I gasped, his hands groping me in the dark, everywhere at once. My dress was pushed up to my waist now, his fingers rubbing fast and hard between my legs. We kissed, our mouths meshing together as he leaned over the gearshift to get to me. When he pulled my panties aside and plunged his fingers into me, I hissed, putting one foot up onto the dashboard to give him better access.

  He was trying to climb over onto me but there wasn't enough room—not in his little Roadster. When I whispered that fact to him, he grunted, pulling his hand away from me and moving to open his door. A moment later, he was opening mine, and I was still sitting there with my panties askew, my heels off, and my dress shoved up to my waist, struggling with the seatbelt.

  He leaned over me and popped the button, pulling me out of the car and crushing me to him, his tongue digging deep into my mouth. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his hands roaming over my ass, squeezing and lifting me, pressing my crotch to his. I could feel how hard he was through his trousers.

  Then he was turning me around, pressing me over the hood of the car, shoving my dress up higher on my waist. His hands moved over my ass, my thighs, and I heard his zipper and the felt his cock pressing against my panties. He shoved those aside, his fingers finding me again, moving in and out of my wetness—and I was wet, soaking wet, my panties moist with my heat.

  He didn't bother to take them off, he just replaced his fingers with his cock, shoving himself deep inside me with a growl. I moaned, pressing my cheek to the metal, the engine still ticking as he fucked me, my hands out in front, just letting him take me. I could see the Christmas lights of the neighbor's house across the street, a blurred red and green glow as he rocked me against the Beemer's electric blue hood. He hadn't even shut the garage door.

  "You like that?" he whispered, grinding his pelvis into me, his cock buried so deep it almost hurt. I couldn't catch my breath to answer, I just whimpered, but I arched my back and pressed against him in response.

  He reached over me, grabbing my arms and twisting them behind my back. I gasped, wriggling and moaning, as he held my wrists with one hand, still fucking me, harder now, driving me against the cold side panel of the car. He slapped my ass with the other hand, making me squirm. The hot sting felt good in the night air.

  I could see my breath, panting out in white streams toward Mr. Klein's house across the way—and I could see Mr. Klein, walking across his living room. I wondered if he might be able to see us, and the thought was beyond exciting.

  John was grunting with every thrust, his breath ragged. My panties were snug between my legs and every time he shoved into me, he pulled them up tight between my lips and effectively massaged my clit, the friction building up as he fucked me, really rapidly now, all the way into me, working hard.

  "Oh God," I cried, feeling his hand tighten around my wrists, pulling me back against him and driving deeper, deeper still, into my pussy. "John, make me come!"

  I could still see Mr. Klein, and I think he was at his window, but I didn't care. I ground myself back against John's cock, wanting more and more, until I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I was dizzy with wanting, feeling the ache between my legs moving toward release.

  John grabbed my hip with his other hand, forcing himself hard up into me, growling and grinding, "Ahhhh God, baby, take my cum!" Feeling the first wave of him, hot and pulsing, coupled with his hips pounding against mine, forced me over, too, and I came hard, my pussy squeezing him, milking him.

  "Ohhh yes, ohhhh!" I moaned, thrashing on the hood of the car, quivering beneath him.

  He pulled out of me, and the cold of the night rushed in, making me shiver. He didn't let go of my wrists, turning me around to kiss me, his mouth a little softer now, but not much, his tongue still probing deep, his bare thighs pressing me back against the car, my ass resting against the cool edge.

  "Now," he whispered, keeping me pressed against him, his hand sti
ll tight around my wrists wrapped behind my back. "Do you believe me, that I think you're sexy?"

  I smiled, feeling dizzy, wrapping my leg around him, digging my heel into the back of his thigh. "Yes," I breathed, kissing him and holding on tight.

  * * *

  The wine made me sleepy, and I barely managed to get my dress and panties off before crawling into bed naked. John said he had some things to check on in the home office in the basement before he came up, and I was beginning to drift when I realized that he might be making a phone call. The thought jolted me awake. After that incredible display in the garage? I thought, doubtful.