Blind Date

CHAPTER TWO

“Can we stop talking?” she whispered, leaning back and turning her face so her cheek rested against his. “I don’t remember ever feeling this good.”

“Do you want to just see what happens?” he asked, his fingers trailing down her chin, her throat.

“No. I want to be what happens.”

His mouth found hers in the darkness, a slow journey from a mislaid kiss against her ear, a wet trail over her cheek leading to her open and anticipating lips. He kissed her like she was a secret he was keeping—something precious and tender and worth protecting.

Annie hesitated, waiting for him to stop her as her hand curled back to touch his cheek, expecting to find thick scars or warped flesh, but to her surprise, his skin was smooth and unmarred. She slithered her arm around his neck, slanting her mouth across his and teasing his lips with her tongue.

His fingers fumbled with her buttons and she helped him, exposing her skin to the cool kitchen air. Kitchens were always so damned cold when there was no cooking going on. She suspected it was the tile, but regardless, her nipples responded immediately to the temperature change. The angle of the kiss was awkward, but she was afraid to move and break their connection. His hand drifted over the soft material of her bra, and she was glad she had worn something with a definite texture, silky and light.

Annie believed she heard voices coming closer to the door and she pulled quickly away, listening intently. The conversation was muffled and unintelligible, but after a few moments, she clearly heard her sister say, “In the kitchen.” She looked at Eric, trying to keep her breath from being fast and audible. “Maybe we should go somewhere?” she whispered, ducking her head and moving to her hands and knees to crawl out from under the table. He grabbed her hips and she gasped, looking back at him as he held fast.

“No, we can stay here,” he insisted, sliding his hands up her bare thighs.

“Are you sure?”

“Live dangerously.” His hands roamed over ass as he lifted her skirt.

“What color are these panties?” He probed her crevice through the thin material and she wiggled and sighed, arching her back.

“Black,” she whispered as he pushed her panties aside.

“Mm, shaved.” He sounded delighted as his fingers investigated her moistness.

Annie was still worried about being interrupted and tried to concentrate on the sounds from beyond the door, but his fingers were too distracting. When she felt his tongue slip under the elastic of her panties, all logical thought was lost.

“Ohhh yesss…” She muffled her response against the back of her hand, biting and sucking her own flesh as his tongue found her clit. She arched her back, spreading her legs wider in a silent offering. He yanked her panties down, lapping at her, making her moan out loud.

“Shh.” His breath was hot over her wet flesh, and she whimpered.

Annie thought the voices were receding, or maybe she just couldn’t hear as well anymore with him sucking on her clit. As his mouth worked over her flesh, she cared less and less about someone walking into the kitchen. Even if her sister’s husband had burst in at that moment, Annie didn’t think she would have reacted to him, except maybe with her middle finger.

He rolled her over on the tile, sliding her along the cold surface and pulling her panties off. Annie hissed, cradling her head in her hands. The knot there throbbed in protest after her short, but bumpy, journey across the tile.

“Ouch, my head.” Her brief complaint was forgotten almost immediately as she swung her legs up over his shoulders, eager for his tongue again.

“Hm, oh, right…” He was silent for a moment, his fingers lost in exploring her folds. “Come here.” He helped her sit, his hands cupping her breasts again as he kissed her, thumbing her nipples through the silky material. She gasped into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling his thigh as he inched them forward, out from under the table. She slid even closer to him, knowing she was leaving a trail of her juices, darkening the denim of his jeans.

“Up we go.” He wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood, taking her along for the ride. She smiled in the darkness, thrilled at the sensation of being carried. He turned around and put her bare bottom down on the table, finding her mouth again. His hands kneaded her ass and pressed her hard into his crotch.

She reached down between them to feel the bulge there, cupping and rubbing him until he moaned against her lips. Sliding his tongue down her neck, he licked and sucked so hard she knew she was going to be covered with marks, but she didn’t care. His tongue was exquisite, and she wanted more of it- everywhere.

Annie leaned back on her elbows, trying to remember if her sister kept anything on the table, like salt shakers or placemats. She didn’t feel any resistance. She put her heels on the table and spread her legs wide, her skirt riding up around her waist and her blouse falling open. It was a position of offering, and she realized with a bemused smile that he couldn’t see her in the darkness.

“Eric,” she whispered. “Here, give me your hand.” He reached out for her, finding first one raised knee, then the other. She lifted one of his hands, bringing a finger to her mouth and sucking it, tasting herself.

He made a low noise, and she heard him unbuckling and unzipping with his free hand. It was a sexy sound, although she was a little disappointed she wasn’t going to be freeing his cock herself. She pressed his hand between her legs, making him cup her whole mound and rubbing hard. He caught her rhythm, letting her rock against his hand.

“God, please, your tongue,” she begged.

He obliged, leaning in to suck and lick at her, no rhyme or reason to his efforts, just sheer lust and abandon.

Her hands found his hair, and she was surprised at the softness, how it curled, unruly and wild, around her fingers. She had a moment to wonder what color it was before he began focusing on her clit in earnest. His mouth seemed tentative, exploring her response, finding the place that made her squirm and gasp the most. Annie gave a loud moan when he found her sweet spot and his tongue focused there with a gentle flickering that began spreading warmth through her in tightening waves.

Annie tried to be quiet, still partially mindful that she was lying on her sister’s kitchen table and someone could walk in at any moment. Her whispered responses seemed to evoke such sensational growls from him. They shivered up her spine and sent her spiraling closer and closer to her peak. She couldn’t stop chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” as quietly as she could manage.

His tongue moved faster and he eased two fingers into her, staying just at the entrance, twisting and pressing her open. The sensation made her buck her hips, her feet coming off the table. His mouth didn’t move from its position, and his fingers didn’t deviate from their motion. He simply hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and continued, persistent, urging her to completion.

She never wanted it to end, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. His tongue flickered with an unrelenting and enthusiastic insistence. She shuddered against him, lifting her hips and pressing his mouth down hard. Her hands fisted in his hair, while her whole body rolled with her orgasm.

Annie pressed his hand between her legs, covering her smooth, wet mound. He rubbed her gently, making her moan as little electric jolts ran through her body from every contact point-his hand covering her pussy, his tongue and lips moving to press against her thigh, the weight of him between her legs. She never wanted it to end.

“Don’t stop…” Annie’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as she spread her thighs wider, pulling her knees back. She felt Eric parting her with his fingers, his tongue searching again to find that tender, swollen bud at the top of her cleft. He moved his mouth back and forth over that sweet, sensitive spot, and she rubbed her palms over her hard nipples, sending pleasure waves down through her belly toward her hips. Everything was centered where his mouth tormented her. The soft, wet friction made her wiggle and pull at his hair, wanting more.

She tried to be quiet, but he was pulling her against his mouth, wild and unrestrained. His tongue was flicking faster and faster, and Annie urged him on, her thighs tightening, her hips rocking as she used his tongue for her pleasure.

This wasn’t a sweet, slow spiral upward. She was flying, racing headlong toward exquisite release. Eric’s tongue and mouth were a soft, wet, glorious push toward release. Annie moaned and twisted beneath him. She felt it begin in her belly, like a small earthquake, rumbling through her pelvis and driving her hips as she bucked and arched. Eric made encouraging noises in his throat, seeming to recognize the sounds and feel of her at her pinnacle, licking faster than ever. She gasped and quivered under his mouth, her belly convulsing, undulating. The little bud of flesh under his tongue pulsed with her pleasure and still he didn’t stop, teasing her with his tongue until she begged.

“I can’t stand it!” She half-laughed, half-sobbed as he flicked his tongue over that sweet, sensitive spot.

He cupped her ass in his hands as she began to spiral back down. His wet, tender kisses on her thighs and her lower belly made her tremble. She allowed herself to be gathered against him and relished the musky smell and tangy taste of her in his mouth as they kissed.

Her longing for him hadn’t abated, so she reached for the crotch of his jeans. She found his zipper down, his cock stiff and straining in his briefs. Annie slid off the table, noticing their height difference for the first time, how tall he was.

She sank to her knees on the tile, and he groaned when she pulled his jeans down his thighs and grasped his cock with her eager hand.

Leaning back against the table, he arched his hips toward her mouth as she explored him. His swollen cock throbbed against her tongue, the tip wet with pre-cum. She drew lazy circles down his shaft, forgetting about his pleasure and simply enjoying the slick, hard, hot pulse of him.

When she moved to take all of him, he moaned, thrusting deeper, his hand going to her hair, rocking with her rhythm. She scratched her fingernails lightly up over his thighs. When she cupped his balls in her hands, feeling their weight, she was rewarded with a pleasure-filled groan. He was slippery smooth, her saliva and his pre-cum mixing to make the perfect lubricant. Her mouth took as much of him as she could, his thick, tender flesh a delight against her tongue.

He stopped her, moving her eager mouth off his cock. She sucked at his fingers, still hungry. “Annie, I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes.” She captured his cock between them as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He bent to meet her greedy mouth and she sucked his tongue, his lips. Her hands slid up under his shirt, seeking more of his warm skin against her.

His thumbs had found her nipples again, that silky sensation over the material making her knees weak. She wanted more and unhooked her bra, spilling her breasts. He pressed them together, creating a supple swell of flesh in his hands that seemed to sway him from his immediate need to be inside of her.

Annie wasn’t so easily distracted and she turned in his arms like liquid, bending over the table and hiking her skirt up her thighs. His hands followed her in the dark like a blind man seeking his way. He seemed to be discovering her position by feel, the back of her knee, her hip. His hand pressed the slope of her lower back forward until her belly touched the cool surface of the table.

His other hand slipped between her thighs, and she spread them at his insistence. Two fingers pressed inside her, easing the passage. For Annie, it created an aching frame of reference and desire for more while she waited for him to replace his fingers with his thick, throbbing cock.

Impatient, she reached behind her for it, groping in the darkness. He helped her, grunting when she squeezed and pulled on him in her excitement.

She stroked him that way for a moment, her movements awkward at that angle, but eager. He took his cock from her hand, positioning himself between her thighs and slipping the tip through her smooth, slippery little crease. When he entered her, pressing into her until there was nothing left, his hands pulled snugly at her hips as if to make sure. She sighed and moaned when he was all the way in, caught between the desire to stay filled and the longing to be fucked.

She wiggled an encouragement into the saddle of his hips, feeling the tip of his cock nudging against some deep, tender part of her as she did. His breath drew in and he withdrew a little—only a little—before pressing into her again. She whimpered in frustration, but he teased her with those short, easy strokes until she found herself gasping with the desire for more, begging him in a whispered hiss, “Please, Eric, fuck me hard!”

He gave her a few more short thrusts-a reminder-and then pulled out of her almost to the tip and sank back into her flesh. She moaned her pleasure, spreading her legs wider to receive him, again and again, her pussy squeezing him involuntarily as if to pull him further into her body.

“Harder,” she whispered again, arching up on to her tiptoes, the wet, aching squelch a rising hum between them. “Fuck me harder… please… please…”

His answer was to shove into her so hard that the table slammed into the wall and he grunted with the effort. Annie gasped, praying no one had heard, but not willing to make him stop. The delicious friction between them built upward, carrying her with it on glorious wings. His hand reached under her to find her clit.

She moved to give him better access and angle, rocking and whispering “yes, yes, yes” with every thrust, the added stimulation of his fingers pushing her further toward her climax.

She could feel the slap of his belly and balls, and he thrust, deeper and deeper, as if he were trying to bury himself into her as far as he could. She gripped the edge of the table to keep her balance, rocking back against him, spreading wider. His hands found the sway of her breasts, moving down to rub her aching little clit as he drove onward, upward, impaling her with every delicious inch of him. Annie wanted to turn around, to see his face, to sit on his lap and ride him, but she felt transfixed, completely lost and taken by his lust for her.

She moaned and rocked back on him, sinking his cock into her again and again. Her hand joined his between her legs and she rubbed with him until her clit was throbbing for release. He pressed his palm to her belly, using the leverage to meet her as she ground her hips against him, dancing back onto the steel rod of his cock. She forgot about the party going on in the other room. She forgot about everything but the white hot sensation between her legs.

Annie begged him for release, whispering his name again and again in the darkness. She whimpered when he slowed, his hand gripping her ass so hard she thought she might bruise. Then he pulled out, grabbing her and turning her over, to slip back up into her without any guidance or direction at all, his cock already knowing the way up into her tight, wet passage.

She wrapped her legs around him, biting at his shoulder as they rocked the table against the wall. He growled and nuzzled her breasts as she arched, making her body squirm against his. She didn’t want it to end, but they were breathless and panting, and neither of them could hold out any longer. They locked themselves together, both of them careening over a rocking, slick edge, arching and falling into the darkness of each other’s eyes as they came. She could feel his cock pulsing between her thighs, spilling endless heat between them in long, shuddering waves. She sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her forearm to keep from screaming out loud, the force of it threatening to send her bucking off the table. He held her hips tight, and she knew the involuntary fluttering and twitching of her pussy were milking him as he jerked against her, groaning and emptying himself into her flesh. They stayed that way for a moment, breathless, as he collapsed over her, both of them seeming to vibrate at some higher frequency together, out of time and space.

“Sweet Annie,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her temple, damp with their effort. “Everyone was right. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You haven’t even seen me,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward.

She felt him softening, his cock beginning to slide out of her, breaking that aching connection.

“Exactly,” he said, straightening, tucking, adjusting. She did the same, pulling her skirt down, buttoning her blouse, smoothing her hair. She turned to him in the darkness and put her arms around him, surprising them both with her embrace. He held onto her and they rocked as he leaned to kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly Annie laughed, hiding her face in his shirt even though he couldn’t see her blush. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can.” He reached behind him to grab the chair, tugging it over to sit and pull her into his lap. “Do you regret it?”

“No,” she answered honestly, tucking her head under his chin. She seemed to fit perfectly there. “I’m just surprised, I guess. I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Neither do I,” he admitted. They both heard the sound of music starting in the living room. Annie couldn’t make it out, just the beat, a suggestion of a song.

She hoped that was all they could hear out there, too-a suggestion of what might have happened in the kitchen.

“My sister is going to flip when she finds out that we had sex on her kitchen table.” Annie giggled.

“She doesn’t have to know. Hey, do you want to get out of here? We can go back to your place. Or any place.”

“Yes,” she agreed, tilting her face up toward him. He was still just a silhouette in the dark, a suggestion of a man. The intimacy of their act coupled with what might still be revealed tonight settled in her belly with a force that left her feeling uneasy and troubled. “Hey, I need to find my panties. Will you turn on the light?”

“They’re right here.” He dug into his front pocket and slipped them into her hand. She fingered them in the darkness. The crotch was still damp.

“Come on, let’s turn on the light and end the suspense,” Annie suggested.

“I don’t care what you look like. I mean, obviously. We just had mind-blowing sex!

Well, at least it was for me…”

“Me, too,” he agreed, hugging her hips.

“Eric, I have to see you.”

“If it doesn’t matter, why do you need to see me?”

“I… don’t know. But, sweetie, unless you’re a vampire or something, we have to go out in the daylight eventually,” she teased.

“One thing I’ve learned, doing what I do…women often say they want something, but that isn’t really what they want at all. You’re telling me you want to turn on the light and end the mystery, but that isn’t what you really want,” he murmured, kissing her temple, her cheek, her jaw line.

“That is the most sexist statement I’ve ever heard.” She snorted.

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged.

He kissed her temple. “Annie, will you promise me something?” She looked up at him and marveled at how different she felt now than when she had stormed into the kitchen. Yet no more than an hour had passed.

“What?”

“A promise is a commitment,” he said, his voice low. “I would never promise someone something I couldn’t do, and I expect the same from others.

It’s a matter of integrity, of keeping your word. Do you understand that?” Annie swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Then let’s do this. No lights. I’ll meet you outside, okay? On the front porch.”

“It’s dark out there.” She stated the obvious.

“Not as dark as it is in here,” he countered, making her smile.

“Okay, we’ll do this your way. Let me tell my sisters I’m going.” Annie stood, using his shoulder to steady herself as she slid her panties on. She made a face she was grateful he couldn’t see. She was going to have to use the bathroom before they left, too. “Help me find my boots?” She found one right away, but the other evaded their fumbling in the dark for a few moments until they found it wedged under the edge of a cupboard door.

“No lights,” he reminded her, kissing her mouth and making her remember the heat between them. “You promise?”

Flushing, she smiled. “Yes. I promise.”

She swung open the door, her eyes adjusting to see couples paired off and dancing in the half-light. Annie spotted her sister near the bathroom, dancing with her husband.

“Chloe, come to the bathroom with me,” she whispered, tugging at her sleeve. Her sister followed, shrugging at Dave as she shut the bathroom door behind them. Annie flipped on the light.

“You are not going to believe what just happened to me,” Annie whispered as she pulled her panties down and sat to pee. Chloe stood at the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You mean while you were alone pouting in the kitchen?” Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I wasn’t alone,” Annie grinned and bit her lip, reaching for the toilet paper.

Someone knocked and the sisters both said, “Someone’s in here!”

“It’s me, Becca!”

Chloe opened the door for their sister, who came in and sat on the edge of the enormous Jacuzzi tub.

“What’d I miss?” Rebecca asked. “Holy cow, Annie, what were you doing in the kitchen, wrestling?”

“Is it that bad?” Annie flushed the toilet. At the sink, she peered into the mirror as she washed her hands.

“So what is going on with you?” Chloe asked, still propped against the door.

“There was a guy under your kitchen table.”

“What?” Rebecca echoed Chloe as she stood.

“In fact… we had sex on your kitchen table.”

“Annie!” both sisters exclaimed simultaneously.

Annie grinned into the mirror, rubbing her fingers under her eyes to lessen the raccoon-look and grabbed Chloe’s hairbrush from the shelf.

“And now I’m going home with him.” She yelped when she brushed the back of her hair, having forgotten about the lump on her head.

“Who is this guy?” Chloe frowned.

“I don’t know,” Annie admitted, grabbing a lipstick off the shelf and applying some. “Ick! Chloe, how old is this stuff? And cheap! You have more money than God, go visit the counter at Neiman Marcus once in a while, would ya?”

“What’s his name? Is he cute? What does he do?” Rebecca stood behind Annie, helping her tuck her skirt tag in and straighten the lines of her blouse.

“Eric.”

Chloe shook her head, still frowning. “I don’t know an Eric.”

“You don’t know everyone.” Annie sighed and grabbed a tissue to rub off the awful-tasting lipstick.

“I do in my own house!” Chloe insisted, reaching past Annie’s head and opening the medicine cabinet. “We didn’t invite any Eric.” She handed her a twenty dollar tube of Christian Dior lipstick. “All you had to do was ask. I keep that stuff out for the cousins to play with.”

“Thanks. Digital Brown? Who do they have naming these things now, robots?” Annie admired the way it slid over her lips, like silk. Much better.

“Don’t change the subject,” Chloe admonished. “We need to know who this mystery man is.”

Annie opened the cabinet back up to search for more. She found eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, and put them on the counter. “What does it matter?

Seriously. He’s incredible!” Annie beamed at Chloe in the mirror and then turned to grasp Rebecca’s hands, squeezing.

“She looks happy,” Rebecca admitted. She smiled back at Annie’s infectious enthusiasm.

“Yeah, and so did Diane Keaton in Mr. Goodbar. Remember what happened to her?” Chloe quipped, reaching past Annie into the medicine cabinet again. “You need darker mascara than that. Here.”

“Mr. Goodbar?” Rebecca giggled. “Wasn’t that like 1970-something?”

“Richard Gere.” Annie sighed. “Now there’s a man like fine wine…” Chloe stepped between them like she was breaking up a fight. “Listen, you two, I’m being serious, now, okay?” Annie turned back to the task of applying make-up.

“So bring him out! Let us meet this incredible guy,” Rebecca said, flipping the fuzzy lid down and taking a seat on the toilet. “Does he look like Richard Gere?”

“I’m meeting him outside. He’s…kind of shy,” Annie explained, making her mouth that strangely perfect, unconscious O as she applied mascara.

“Shy enough to have sex on my kitchen table?” Chloe snapped.

“Shy enough to hide under it for most of the party,” Annie said with a shrug.

“What, is he deformed?” Chloe asked, making a face.

“Maybe he has social anxiety disorder,” Rebecca remarked, handing her sister the eyeliner. “My friend Bill has that.” Annie smiled a thank you.

“Annie, be reasonable.” Chloe smoothed her sister’s long, dark hair affectionately with her hand. “You don’t know this guy. What if he’s some psycho? I mean, a person has to be pretty weird to be sitting under a table at a party, right?”

“Well… maybe…” Annie admitted. She rubbed her lips together and grabbed another tissue to blot them. In the harsh light of the bathroom, with both of her sisters there to nudge her, she had to admit it was a pretty strange situation.

“Just bring him out and let us meet him.” Chloe rested her chin on Annie’s shoulder, looking at her through the mirror. “I’m sure if I don’t know him, Rebecca probably does.”

“Chloe, I can’t,” Annie admitted. “He wouldn’t even let me turn on the kitchen light.”

Chloe sighed, shaking her head and pulling Annie’s hair fully out from under her collar, gasping when she noticed the marks on her neck. “My god, did he do this?”

Annie blushed. “Yeah.”

“Okay, this guy is bad news, Annie.” Chloe fingered her sister’s bruised flesh. “I’m telling you. You can’t do this.”

“Maybe she’s right,” Rebecca said, coming to look at the marks.

The pair flanked Annie now, and her eyes flickered from one sister to the other in the mirror.

Chloe crossed her arms. “Annie, you are not leaving here with some strange guy I don’t know.”

“Who are you, my mother?” Annie scoffed, picking up the make-up and shoving it back into the medicine cabinet.

“Annie, please… we love you,” Rebecca said, holding onto her arm and resting her cheek against her shoulder.

“We’re just thinking of your safety,” Chloe added.

“I know, I know.” Annie sighed, doing a last once-over in the mirror and turning to face them. She put an arm around them both and they hugged her back. “Okay.” Annie relented, shaking her head. “You win, I'll go get him.” Annie made her way back toward the kitchen. She saw John on the way, dancing with the red-haired girl, his hands way too low on her ass. He leered at Annie as she passed, and she gave him the finger. She wondered if Eric was already out on the front porch. She looked out the beveled glass in the door, but she didn't see him standing out there. She glanced behind her and saw Chloe and Rebecca talking to Dave, her sisters looking pointedly at her.

“I’m going!” Annie mouthed. She stood at the door for a moment, wondering why her hands were shaking, why her breath was so shallow and her heart was beating so fast. She had every right to go into her sister’s kitchen, every right to turn on the light. Besides, they were right, she had to know.

She took a deep breath, opened the swinging door with one hand, and flipped the light on with the other. She stood, holding the door open, staring at the kitchen. One chair was still pulled away from the table. The table itself was slightly askew from their arduous attention.

Where is he? Annie stepped toward the table, letting the door swing closed, and peered underneath, just to be sure. She smiled, remembering, her hand gliding over the smooth surface.

“No lights, Annie. It was all I asked.” His voiced was pained, hoarse. “You promised.”

She whirled around, her hand over her heart, to see him standing behind the door. “Eric?” It was a question, but she knew. It couldn't be anyone else, although the difference between her expectation and reality staggered her. He was the most physically beautiful man she had ever seen."

She whirled around, her hand over her heart, to see him standing behind the door. “Eric?” It was a question, but she knew. It couldn’t be anyone else, although the difference between her expectation and reality staggered her. He was the most physically beautiful man she had ever seen.

“You made a promise.” He turned and pushed through the swinging door.

“Why couldn’t you keep your promise?”

In her panic, Annie forgot how to breathe, and those few moments of stunned silence cost her. She followed him through the dancing couples, calling his name. The front door stood open, the porch light on. She hugged herself against the cold February wind as she peered out the door. Stumbling down the steps, she stopped at the sidewalk, looking frantically in both directions to see which way to run, but there was no sign of him. He was gone. Annie sat on the stoop, burying her face in her hands. She gave into her lament with a long, mournful wail that brought both of sisters running. They tried to comfort her, but Annie found no solace in their murmured words, lost in the sudden, unexpected breaking of her heart.