Lily felt like she had been painting for days. Her arms and shoulders and back ached like a sore tooth. But what was worse, she was bored. Rolling paint onto bare, white walls in the still, empty house was lonely work. It was satisfying to see the color take over the space, to put her imprint on the house that would soon be hers. But right now, she was cranky and tired. Her mind wandered as the roller continued to glide over the bare expanse of walls.
Her cell phone rang at her and she ignored it. Was determined to ignore it. Was determined to ignore the fact that her body actually responded to the sound, despite her best intentions.
"I am a grown woman, not a dizzy fan girl" she thought as she continued to roll paint. "I have discipline and do not have to drop what I'm doing just to jump up and grab that phone just because I've got a message." It was him, she knew it was him. She could tell, just from the excited, hot feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Oh for Christ's sake, this is ridiculous!" she said and set the roller down. She made herself reach for the phone with control. She would not scramble for it. Would not.
WHAT R U DOING?
It was him. Dave. Just like she had thought. And he knew what she was doing. The jerk. They had been talking for weeks now. She had talked to him just last night. When she had been near tears from exhaustion. Had finally broken down and told him about how her husband was leaving all the painting on the new house to her. She had never, ever complained about her husband or family to him. It was an unspoken rule that she had and she had never broken it. Until last night.
She messaged back.
STILL PAINTING. SAVE ME!!!
She hit send and sat on the bare floor, surrounded by the paint cans and brushes. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, careful not to smear paint on her face or in her hair. She didn't dare sit for long, for fear the muscles would start to stiffen and it would hurt more when she got up. Right now, she was loose, limber. Better to just keep going. And to ignore the persistent ache between her legs that the text message had started.
Up with the roller and down again. "Almost done with another room. Just trim and replace the face plates and another one down," she thought as she got back to work again. But as she continued she did think that it was strange that he hadn't messaged back. She continued to work at a steady pace. Not fast, not slow. But steady. She didn't want to have to come back later and find that she had missed a spot.
She was up on a ladder, reaching overhead to touch up a corner when the doorbell rang.
"Shit."
She thought about ignoring it, she did. But there had been enough vendors by that morning already that she knew that if she tried, they would just keep ringing, ringing and knocking -- until she finally came to the door to send them unceremoniously on their way. So she climbed down off the ladder, wiping her hands on her torn t-shirt and her drawstring shorts as she trudged down the stairs. She didn't bother looking through the peep hole. It was a good neighborhood. Mostly families with young children.
She opened the door, ready to do battle with whatever sales jerk she found there. She wasn't prepared for Dave.
"Oh my God."
He looked...well...not the same obviously because she hadn't actually seen him in more than ten years. Older, different, but still the same. And her stomach clenched. She hadn't actually thought he'd do it. They had joked about it, but she hadn't thought he'd do it.
"Hey gorgeous, you did say to come save you, right?" he said. His voice was the same. Just like it had been last night on the phone. Flirting. Teasing.
She was frazzled, that was the only word that fit. Just frazzled. She couldn't even fuss with her hair, because her hands had paint on them. She stood there staring for a second and Dave started to look a little worried. It finally occurred to her that she wasn't showing her appreciation very well at all.
"I can't hug you, I'm covered in paint," she said. "But I want to. It's so great to see you. I can't believe you're here!" She ushered him into the cool, dark house and out of the blistering heat. They did the whole "you look great"...small talk and she gave him the grand tour of the house.
"So," she said laughing as they came back down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen to wash the paint off her hands, "did you bring a paint brush with you"?
"No, I didn't actually."
"Some help you'll be." She smiled. Some things didn't change. She remembered how he always managed to weasel his way out of the difficult work back in high school.
"I didn't come to help, I came to save you. Remember?"
She turned around from the sink, her hands still wet. Looked at him closely. He was much closer than she remembered him being a moment ago. He was watching her intently.
"Dave, what are you talking about?" she laughed shakily and glanced away. She was unaccountably nervous. This was one of her oldest friends and just because she had been fantasizing about getting him naked and writhing for the past month, ok for the past decade, didn't mean that he had been thinking the same thing about her.
"You're not wearing anything under this, are you?" he asked. And ran one finger under the torn collar of her t-shirt. Her skin was hot and damp from the work she had been doing and his closeness was not helping. She could feel her face flushing hotly. She had always been a blusher. She tried to brazen it out.
"Well, painting is hot work Dave" she said and looked him straight in the eye. "Why do you want to know?"
"I want to know how much I'm going to have to peel off of you before I've got you naked and wanting underneath me."
Oh Lord --
He moved quickly, pinning her between the counter and him. He leaned in, crowding her, still not quite touching her, but letting her anticipate him. "Do you still play Lily? Do you? Or do you lay in your bed at night and remember what it was like?"
His deep brown eyes were intense and looking right through her. She couldn't look away. Couldn't pretend that she didn't know exactly what he was talking about. And she knew that he could see the yearning on her face. She tried to keep her wayward body from leaning towards him. From bridging the distance that he had so carefully left between them.
"I'm married now. I don't play those games anymore," she said shakily. The protest sounded weak, even to her own ears. She could have made his argument herself, before he even voiced it.
"Just because you're married, doesn't mean you can't play. And you want to play Lily, you know you do. You're trapped, drowning." He framed her face with his hands and wouldn't let her look away. Not that she would have. "Come out and play Lily."
In the end it was such an easy decision. It shouldn't have been. It should have been gut wrenching. But she stood there staring into his eyes, feeling the blood rushing in her veins, the pulse starting to throb between her thighs at the very thought of what he was suggesting. And she chose. Just because she was married didn't mean that she couldn't play, right? No one had to know. And it had been so long. Too long to be so good. So boring.
She leaned up on her toes and closed the gap between them. Reached arms up around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She poured all her pent up passion and frustration into that kiss. That one meeting of lips and tongues. She had always loved the taste of him, and it hadn't changed. She drank him in and reveled in the feel of him pressed against her. He pressed her back even further and the counter bit into her back as he bent her backwards slightly and deepened the kiss. He sought out the depths of her mouth with his tongue, rubbing hers lightly, teasing the sensitive roof of her mouth. She let out a light moan, loving the fact that there was no one there to hear her.
He ran his hands down over her arms and back up under her shirt. She could feel his hands running over her ribcage and up to the undersides of her breasts. She arched her back, giving him better access, wanting his touch. But it didn't come. Instead he pulled her shirt up over her head so she stood in front of him topless. In the kitchen. Her mind started to make a comparison that it shouldn't have. She forcefully shoved it aside. Then her eyes widened as his mouth was back on hers and her thoughts flew away. She closed her eyes and let her hands roam.
She ran her hands up over his chest, unbuttoned his shirt and moved to pull it off. But he stopped her. His hands circled her wrists.
"Not yet"
"I want to feel you."
"I said not yet."
He pulled her arms behind her back, pinning them there. Held her still while he applied his mouth to her heated skin. He ran his open mouth down her neck and her collar bone, using his lips and nipping with his teeth. Until he reached her tits and flicked and rolled the nipple with his tongue. He looked into her eyes with a warning. So when he moved his hands from her wrists, she didn't move her hands from the counter behind her. She just held her position, in a slight backbend, while he cupped and molded her tits, sucking and licking.
Her body was responding. She could feel her panties growing wet inside her shorts. She wanted to cross her legs , rub and find relief. She wanted to arch towards him and grind against his hardness. Because she was sure he was responding to her too. He had never been able to resist before. Surely that much had not changed. She felt him murmur his approval against her as he licked a trail down her belly to the drawstring of her shorts. He pulled and loosened them.
She knew he was just teasing her. She knew better than to hope that he was going to let her come this quickly. He was going to torture her for much longer, she knew it. She felt him drag his nails down her lower back and over her ass, adding just a slight level of pain, but not enough to gouge her sensitive skin, as he dragged her shorts over her hips. He left her in her panties, squirming now, as he kissed and licked down from her belly button over where her panties were covering her curls. She was panting and desperate to get her hands on him but she still had not moved.
"Please."
He pulled her down on to her knees with him and stood. She reached for his belt and made quick work of freeing his cock from his pants. If she wanted a chance to tease, this was it. And she did. Flicking her tongue over the head of his cock, swirling and circling. Sucking him into her mouth but never as deeply as he would like. Pulling back and sitting on her heels when she could feel him thrust his hips forward. She ran her hand over him, stroking him, reaching down to cup his balls as she continued her slow cock tease. Finally he couldn't take anymore and he threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled hard, as if to say "enough." The pain was sharp enough to bring tears to her eyes and she took him all the way into her mouth, deep, until she could feel his head against the back of her throat.
She thought that he would let her suck him off until he came, but he didn't. He made her slow and stop. He pulled her to her feet. Kissed her, sucking on her lower lip which was red and sensitive from rubbing over his cock. His hand reached down and cupped her between her thighs and she couldn't help it, she groaned and arched against him. She had been so patient. Had let him go first -- surely now?
He pulled the panties down over her hips sharply and she could feel the cool air on her hot, damp skin. His hands were everywhere, stoking down her back, kneading the globes of her ass. Suddenly he spun her around so that she was facing away from him. She could feel the press of his cock between her cheeks. Her pussy was hot and aching for him and she pressed back, begging for it.
SMACK -- "Not yet."
Heat spread over the cheek of her ass as he bent her over the kitchen counter and spread her arms out in front of her. She could feel the heat of the imprint of his hand on her. She wanted to wriggle. She wanted to beg for more. There was a roll of painter's tape on the counter, he grabbed it and taped her wrists together. It was the most amazing feeling. The vulnerability of the position and yet the incredible power to be doing this at all. Lily reveled in it as she tried to hold the position without using her arms to support her. And then she felt his hand reach around her. He pulled her tight against him and began to stroke her soaking wet curls. She tried to be still, she tried not to move. But she was so ready for it, she wanted to melt into a puddle when his fingers finally found her clit. Every time she arched her hips-
SMACK-"Be still."
And the heat of the spanking spread over her bottom, making her want to move even more. Her inner thighs were trembling with the effort of supporting her and her abs were quivering as she felt that delicious tightening deep inside her. FLICK, FlICK on her clit. God she had to move.
SMACK- "I said be still. Come for me. Come on baby, come. You know you want it."
The tightening continued, to the point of pain.
SMACK- "I said come. Now."
"GOD, I'm trying. But it's been a while, Ok?"
And then she felt it, like a wave breaking inside her. She wanted to scream. But knew that was against the rules. He was kissing her neck and her shoulders while the trembling subsided.
"Good girl."
She laughed. They made it to the living room and onto the carpet. He laid her out in the middle of the empty room with her bound wrists above her head and ran his hand down her glistening, sweaty body. She arched and twisted, following his hand. Now that she was on her back, she wasn't as worried about the spanking continuing. Her bottom was still warm from his attentions. His hand ran down her inner thigh.
"You're going to take what I give you, aren't you?"
She wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about. This hadn't been part of their game before. But since she had just had his entire cock inside her mouth, she wasn't all that worried, although the clenching in her tummy told her to be a little nervous.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He pinched her nipple until it hardened and came to attention.
"Yes, I'm going to take what you give to me."
His fingers found her again and started to stroke and fondle. The heat quickly, quickly built again. And when he slipped a finger into her pussy it wasn't nearly enough. But he slid it in and out again, teasing the sensitive folds of her lips. Then he added two more fingers. The extra made her gasp and twist to accommodate him, and the stretch was fabulous. He curled his knuckles inside her, hitting that spot he still remembered. She was frenzied as she felt him twisting his hand inside her to fit a fourth finger in alongside the others. She couldn't breath as he continued to finger fuck her with short, steady strokes and that tension started to build again, but stronger than the last time.
"It's too much."
"You said you were going to take what I gave you. You need to relax baby. Relax."
He kissed her deeply, one of those mind-melting kisses that used to make her willing to do anything he asked of her. Anything. And felt her pussy relax around his hand, felt her inner muscles stop guarding and accept his thrusting. The orgasm came so fast it hurt and her pussy juices soaked his hand as he squeezed his thumb in and she took him in almost to the wrist.
She was floating a little as he removed his hand and she moaned her complaint and reached for him. Shared the attention a little more, taking his cock into her mouth, sucking on the head and the sensitive ridge underneath until he was ready to shoot. But instead he rolled her onto her back, pulled her legs up over his shoulders and bent her in half like a pretzel.
She felt him at the entrance of her pussy but he didn't slam it home. No, he started slow. Teasing her, thrusting in and out. Shallow thrusts, with deep ones interspersed. Until she was lifting her hips up off the floor to meet him, to keep him inside her. Slowly, he built the rhythm until he was fucking her slow and deep. Almost pulling all the way out on each stroke, only to push all the way back in until he hit that sweet spot deep inside. Faster and faster still, until she had to brace her hands on the wall overhead. Then she just held on and let that last big one build. Her ankles were next to her ears and she could hear his breath and her heart pounding in her ears. When it hit, it was like a fist and she couldn't help it. She screamed. Really screamed. And fought the darkness that encroached, because damn it she wanted all of it. He pulled out a second later and came all over her belly and her tits. She drifted in the ether and enjoyed the feel of him, on her, around her.
When their breathing had returned to normal, he propped himself up on one elbow and started to carefully remove the tape from her wrists. It stung a little, but was nothing.
"You still remember the rules."
"I do," she said, smiling.
"Did you ever get to..?"
"No, it's not something I ever really wanted to do with my husband."
"You know, I came up here with my roommate Mike."
"Really?" Oh Boy.
Originally Published February 2007: Winter Heat