Surprisingly his lips were supple, but gentle; it only took a second for his shyness to fall away, but he was by no means challenging her for ownership of managing this.
'Really?' he said as their lips parted, 'I always thought-'
'No thinking now,' she whispered, her voice now thick and husky. She kissed him again, feeling him respond more to her, placing his hands on her hips.
Their kisses grew in intensity until their tongues touched and tantalizingly teased the other. Liz felt alive, as every synapse fired in unison. Her hands drifted down his body, feeling the firmness in his groin.
'Take them off,' she said in his ear as she pulled at his belt. He stood and dropped his bottoms, then kicked them off and into the corner. She had to admit surprise at seeing that he was completely shaved under his boxers, though she wasn't sure why.
He looked clean, virile, and downright sexy. Liz got off the tub, undid her shorts and shimmied them and her panties down and off of her, tossing them down on top of his.
She pushed him back down onto the commode and sat on his lap, facing him. Playfully she moved his sex up until it lay wedged against hers.
She kissed him again, but this time gyrated her hips against him. He felt divine, delicious, and devilishly good. She could feel the dampness his erection gave her and she was almost positive he could too. That coupled with the sudden fullness of her bosom made her skin tingle- and this time she knew is wasn't the drink talking.
He was fumbling with her bra strap, but wasn't making much progress.
'Let me,' she moaned between wet kisses, and expertly reached behind her back and almost using only her nails slipped the catch, letting the band fall limp, though the cups still covered her for the most part. 'You do the rest, Jack.'
He gently reached up and slid his fingers under the straps of her rather frilly pink bra and pushed them off her shoulders and tossing it aside. His touch was electric and gave her almost a shock which was immediately followed by a cold chill. Liz could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention and she involuntarily arched her back to enjoy the wonderful feeling.
Seeing her breasts exposed and now elevated upwards at him, Jack bent slightly and took one of her erect nipples in his mouth and teasingly sucked it, while seductively squeezing the other just enough to drive her mad with desire.
'God,' she moaned, grinding just a bit more against his cock, 'You are not so shy now are you?' She took her breast and held it closer so that he could latch on better to her now fully engorged nipple. 'Suck,' she asked, 'Firm but gentle.'
She saw him glance up at her for a moment, then regain a firmer lock on her nipple. He alternated gentle nips with his teeth with an erotic swirling of his tongue. No man in her brief life had made her want to fuck- no, not fuck she realized. Perhaps for the first time, she wanted to make love, even if it was in a hotel bathroom.
She felt her hands begin to run down his front, until she felt the softness of the head of his shaft around the level of his navel. Grabbing it, she played with just the head, enjoying the feel of its opening against her fingertips.
She heard Jack gasp as he lost his seal against her breast. She began to slowly work her hand up and down his elegant shaft while again taking his tongue in her mouth. She felt his hands firmly grab her ass and pull her against him. The time was now.
Still working his cock, she lifted up slightly until she could position it properly. As she slid back down, she tried to slow things down so that she could savor every moment. She felt his breath hot and ragged on her shoulder as she grabbed the counter with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
'Jack,' she said as she began to slowly ride him, 'You feel wonderful. I never thought-'
'Me neither,' he replied, 'But I was almost out of time. Had to. Do. Something.'
'I like,' Liz answered, letting her rhythm build, feeling him inside of her. 'Hope I was worth the wait.'
'Yeah,' her voice become fainter as a trickle of moisture began to bead between her breasts. Seeing it, Jack sweetly kissed the moisture away.
Liz felt the pressure begin to build and was torn between letting herself go or trying to prolong this most wonderful experience. 'Spank me,' she said, 'Just lightly.'
He did and at that moment Liz felt the pressure build to an almost instant fever pitch. She was going to come but somehow fought it off for the moment.
'Your cock,' she said, 'In me. Heavenly.'
'Oh, Liz,' Jack moaned as he gripped her ass hard with both hands, 'I'm-'
'Wow, I feel it,' she answered, feeling him explode in her. It was warm and somehow knowing he'd come for her turned her on all the more. She imagined for a moment more of his slippery shaft inside her and felt herself pop.
She shook, and dug her nails into his shoulders as wave after wave rolled over her. She slowed her ride on him, but somehow made it more sensual all the same. After a seeming eternity, the waves finally subsided and she collapsed, letting her head fall on her shoulder.
'Goodness,' she said, trying to recover her breath but suddenly enjoying his post coital caresses, which were gentle and loving. Being used to Curtis' rather quick exits from their lovemaking — or actually fucking, given how much different being with Jack was — Liz relaxed and enjoyed the attention.
Jack was a good man. Even if this was their only time together like this Liz knew she didn't want to miss or forget a moment.
After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a couple of minutes she whispered, 'We should get going, love.' Yikes, she said love? 'We've been gone awhile.'
Slowly they got themselves put back together and Liz was pleased to see that neither really looked the worse for wear in spite of what they'd just done. They agreed Jack would go out first and, if asked, say that she was sick and he was helping out. She'd follow a few minutes later.
The plan worked, though it really wasn't that difficult. In their absence, the others had left to get ready. Only Curtis remained, and he was so out of it he wouldn't be able to remember if a bomb went off.
Liz and Jack shared a quick kiss and then he too departed, leaving her to get ready and try to get Curtis to be somewhat presentable in two short hours time.
Somehow she'd managed to do it, having decided to get him started first. Eventually he was put together somewhat, though she'd been unable to get a tie on the boy, and he still wasn't sober enough to do so.
Leaving him on the couch, she went through her ablutions, and found herself wishing Jack was her date tonight instead of Curtis. She found that thought inspiring, and giving herself one last look in the mirror thought she was ready for her big night.
She turned to slip on her pumps and looked dejectedly at Curtis, who actually appeared rather sullen, which made it a good probability that he was sober for the most part now. And ready for his surprise.
'You coming?' was all she said as she went to the door.
An hour or so later, the event was in full swing and dinner had run its course. Liz was still feeling wonderful after her run in with Jack. She made suggestive eye contact with him a few times, but didn't want to push her luck and be caught. She sipped her wine in a very ladylike manner — at least if you asked her — while her Curtis had downed another six-pack during dinner.
Thankfully, he was still coherent and merely buzzed for the gallery presentation. As the lights dimmed and Claire hooked up her iPad to get the show started, Liz was torn between excitement and a weird uneasiness. How would this go over?
A few minutes in, Liz realized just what a good job Claire had done in making all the video and photo edits meld together seamlessly. Given that it was mainly from things the sisters either videoed or photographed with a smartphone — sometimes while rather drunk — made it even more remarkable.
Liz found herself reliving the events of the year as they flashed over the big screen. All of her friends and all the great memories were right there for all to see, though if you missed one or two everyone got the file to keep anyway.
Suddenly the hall gasped and fell silent, with the only sound coming from the soundtrack of Claire's presentation. There, on the screen, was Curtis. He was naked except for a blue bra, his face contorted mid- orgasm, and his hands working himself over.
