AND IT was the longest three days of my life.
I drove Wesley to his appointment on Monday morning at eleven. I sat in the waiting room and flipped through an old Newsweek. Wesley finally appeared after a long twenty minutes. I set the magazine down and Wesley was smiling broadly.
“I’m A-OK. Everything’s in the right place and working as it should be,” he said cheerfully, chuckling softly at my loud sigh of relief. “Let’s go. Gimme the keys,” he added, patting my back.
I happily, yet regretfully, handed over his keys. I had gotten used to having the car and I was sad to go back to walking and riding the bus, but it was all well worth it.
Wesley turned over the engine and backed out of the parking spot. “Ah, I missed driving,” he sighed nostalgically, as if it had been years since he was behind the wheel.
I gazed at the rolling scenery then turned to Wesley with a happy expression. “Do you wanna go out for lunch? In celebration?” I asked and then touched my lips in thought. “Or we could swing by the store and get something really good for dinner?”
Wesley glanced at me sideways with a puzzled expression I couldn’t figure out. He looked back at the road. “Maybe later,” he said, chewing on his thumbnail.
“Why? Since we’re out, we might as well stop….”
“We can’t right now. There are things I have to do first,” he said, looking at me with a grin.
“What?” I asked, innocently walking into his trap, though I should’ve known better by now.
“Like take you home and fuck you up, down, and sideways,” he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I blushed to the tips of my ears, but nodded with a smile. My passion briefly ebbed in the anticipation of a healthy checkup, but now it was back with a vengeance. There was no more waiting or holding back anymore. Suddenly, Wesley couldn’t drive fast enough.
Barely inside the front door, Wesley turned and pulled me into his arms. He slammed the door shut and pulled my coat off. He kissed me as he took off his own jacket and let it drop to the floor.
“Wait. Wait,” I murmured, reluctantly pulling away from his warm lips. Wesley looked at me with a “now what?” expression and I smiled and patted his cold cheek. “I have to go to the bathroom. So just go to the bedroom and wait for me.”
I used the bathroom and zipped up my blue jeans, but left the button undone. What was the point? I washed my hands and glanced in the mirror. My cheeks were still red from the blustery cold outside.
I was expecting Wesley to be completely naked in some embarrassing, sexy pose, but when I stepped in the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, with his elbows resting on his knees and his fingertips touching. He looked up at me and I felt a shock of shyness overwhelm me. He was really handsome: brown eyes in a strong face, dark glossy hair, and supple pink lips. I swallowed hard, overcome with a sudden nervousness, like it was our first time all over again.
“C’mere,” Wesley said in a deep, throaty tone and already I felt myself react to the sound of his voice.
I walked over to him and he slid his hands around my back, pulling me closer and leaning his head against my stomach. I looked down and ran my fingers through his hair.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled. He pressed his hands against the small of my back. “You don’t know how hard it was, not to touch you when you were lying right next to me.”
I lifted his head in my hands and looked into his deep eyes. I kissed him lightly and smiled. “I do know how hard it was,” I answered, kissing him softly again. “I missed you too. So don’t make me wait anymore.”
I kissed him deeply, sliding my hand around to the back of his head. He returned my eager kiss and gripped the back of my shirt in his large, strong hands. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like so much longer. He excited me like no one else, and I could feel his pulse through my entire body. He inched back on the bed and pulled me down to straddle his thighs. Our lips never parted and his cool, hard hands warmed my skin, and everywhere he touched me felt like a flame was lit. He lifted my shirt over my head and looked down at my chest and erect nipples. He circled the firm buds with his fingertips, and I brought his mouth back to my lips while grinding my hips against his.
We kissed like we were starved for it. He kept one hand on my chest and smoothed his other hand between my shoulder blades as I unzipped his pants and rummaged around like a kid looking for the prize in a box of cereal. Wesley followed my cue and lowered my jeans enough to get his hand inside. I wriggled on his lap with the sensation of his touch and Wesley pulled away from my kiss long enough to grin at me. He glanced down and took me in his hand and then scooted closer. He stroked both of us in one large hand and I joined my hand in the mutual masturbation, turned on beyond expression. I licked and nibbled his lips while rocking my hips against our moving hands and Wesley firmly grasped my backside in his free hand.
I came quickly and Wesley followed within seconds. I gasped for breath, resting my forehead against Wesley’s and kissing him intermittently. We rested long enough to catch
