My Only Talent Ch. 28

Although I should have hit the books, I spent next 45 minutes or so daydreaming about Suzanne's visit. I got a text from Lara inviting Suzanne and me over to her apartment for 'snacks' at 10 PM, and saw Suzanne's acceptance text before I could respond. Well, well. I knew I was going to have to hustle academically this semester, and try to limit my dating to weekends, but perhaps I could make an exception just this once. Speaking of that – I needed to make contact with Nora and perhaps set something up for this weekend.

I then got two email invitations. The first was a reminder from the Dean of Engineering about the reception for Engineering Honor Roll students at the University Club under the eastern deck of the stadium. This was where I had already met Günter twice, so I knew how to work the buffet line, although this occasion might just involve appetizers. I guess this counted as school work, right? The second was from Professor Lillehammer, to an evening reception at his house for a few students in the co-operative engineering track, and some potential employers. I knew I had to pick a summer gig soon, a message that was sure to be reiterated again and again until I committed to one. Perhaps I should take Lara and ask her to wear her highest of high heels? Click clack, professor.

I made my way down to the dorm entrance closest to the building where Suzanne's class was letting out, and sure enough there she was, just coming through the door. I was stunned to find I could detect her Suzie before she even saw me, then when she did, her signal hit me like an explosion. I had heard people talk about their whole life passing before their eyes, but in my case my every interaction with Suzanne suddenly passed into my memory – that first sight of her running on the track, the ZZZ party, that first time in her apartment, the first walk over to Lara's place with her – it all zipped through my mind's eye like the best movie ever made. Every scene was right out of my girlfriend hall of fame gallery. When she made eye contact with me, it got even worse. I didn't know if I was standing or sitting, I forget to breathe, I forgot my name. But I knew then and there I would never, ever forget Suzanne.

As usual, heads turned as she walked toward me, and expressions strained as she fell into step with me and I put my hand on the small of her back and snuggled her into me. Guys and girls alike wore faces that said they just couldn't picture the two of us together. Too bad, suckers. We walked into the dining hall and got in line, the yeasty smell of cheap, high volume institutional pizza filling the air. I heard her Suzie buzzing and felt her hips pushing into mine. Life was good.

We took our trays to a table in a corner. I just stared at her, but she took up the conversational burden.

"I missed you Robbie, a lot."

I knew I didn't need to say anything. Did she know how fantastic she was?

"I took your suggestion and (she made air quotes with her fingers) 'dated' some guys as a Dominatrix."

I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.

"It got them really hot, and may have done them some good, but it did little for me. No real excitement, no fulfillment. Well there was one thing that kind of fascinated me, but I will talk to you about that later."

Her Suzie multiplied and wavered. It reached out and touched me, feeling more like an electric buzzer touching my skin than a normal signal that I sensed with my Suzie receiver.

"I need you to satisfy me, Robbie. I don't need to dominate you. I don't want to dominate you. I just want to have you. I want you to take me. Hard."

I smiled. This was the best pizza in the world.

*******

Dwight had been in Silicon Valley for six weeks now, ever since he left Carmencita standing at the airport closest to the rehab hospital in Texas. The agency had set up a legend for him and arranged for an interview at a growing navigation and tracking systems startup that was being targeted by several foreign intelligence agencies. The recent recipient of some key patents and some big government contracts, the company was in desperate need of more office space, and had just moved into some converted warehouses near Redwood City. The place still smelled like wet paint during his interview. It went well. But he had a new agency supervisor for this assignment, Roger Sherman, and the guy was a micro-manager and worry wart of the first order. That part was not going well.

Roger fretted and worried incessantly about how the interviews went, what kind of impression he made, whether or not Dwight would get the job, and if he did get inside the firm, how they could detect and deflect the attempted penetrations of the company. He obsessed about everything, and insisted on meeting with Robbie face to face every evening so he could prattle on about it. His tradecraft sucked, too, as he always insisted on meeting in the same place: Buck's in Woodside for dinner. It wasn't that bad a drive, and Dwight could go under the 280 rather than having to enter and exit it, and the food was pretty good. The prices were high but Roger Sherman was paying. The parking lot was full of Tesla's and Ducati's, and the tables were full of VC's, lawyers and techno weenies.

Dwight knew he would get the job. His legend was as a new ESU computer science graduate, specializing in Ruby and Ruby on Rails. He wasn't even worried when the company announced a 'code-off' for the top 10 candidates to pick the final three who were hired. He just wanted to come in second or third so nobody would get suspicious of how good he was, and remind himself not to use any of the techniques that only the agency should know. He could do this job in his sleep. His main focus was sketching out the informal org chart of the company, and doing a little social climbing up and all over it.

The company's product was informally called 'map and plan zipper ware' because it could stitch together information from lots of different and disparate navigational and architectural databases (including many that were hacked into rather than formally interfaced) and normalize, compare and contrast them: highlighting changes, marking and ageing them and making pretty good estimates of how accurate the information was. Since much of the data had to do with both urban warfare or surveillance, or potential combat with air, sea and space borne assets, speed and accuracy were of the essence. Not to mention protecting the information and the technology from misuse by other governments. Dwight was not allowed to do anything about misuse by his own government.

Back in DC, his lovely new fiancé Carmencita was taking the agency medical and rehab division by storm. Besides them noticing how well his recent rehab had gone, she also got killer recs from the head of the new ESU med school, and some as yet unknown other Washington insiders who must have had a lot of pull. Dwight was unconscious when his case was referred to Carmencita, but he was sure glad it happened. Her background investigation was soon accelerated, and it was made even easier when it was discovered that both her father and older brother had dossiers already, due to their previous clearances as weapons techs in the Air Force. Some of her relatives and old roommates still got visits from the FBI field guys, but soon she was pronounced fit for duty. She already had several rehab clients under her able care, and took over Dwight's apartment while he was on assignment.

They kept in touch by phone, never discussing either of their day jobs or his location. He missed her terribly. Now that the agency HR weenies had pronounced her 'marriage material' he couldn't wait to get back to DC to marry her. Given his clearance level, they both had to endure months of weekly sessions with psychiatrists before that could happen. He might even be willing to give up his field work for her. Maybe that's what the shrinks wanted to know.

*******

Lara had a strange schedule this semester. She had decided at the last minute to change her major to pre-law, which required adding some required pre-requisites into the mix, and rendered some of her past classes moot. Her late arrival in Austin had further upset her plans, and she had spent the afternoon and early evening running around to various professor's offices to get permission to be added (well after the normal deadlines) to the classes she needed. She would not get to see Robbie and Suzanne until later tonight, and by that time she would be a mess. All that polite time with her father and his new honey had been fine, but the dates with all those dumb ski bums and uptight MBA students had been tedious at best. She needed to get her ashes hauled big time, and Robbie and Suzanne were her only hope for satisfaction. They were also why she was changing her major, and squeezing in a course in human genetics.

*******

I don't know how many pieces of pizza I had, but it was fantastic. Suzane gave me the quick travelogue version of her time in DC with her parents, and glossed over her adventures as a Dominatrix, saying she would 'confess all' when we met up with Lara. Soon we were on the way up in the elevator – about the only time I used it was when I was heading up to the room for some frolic. The dorm did not disappoint – the yeasty smells of pizza and beer were readily identifiable, and her Suzie told me they were producing in her exactly the mood I was hoping for.

Joisey Al was on duty in the lounge, and Suzanne did a double take at him in his giant orange and white hoodie footie pajama outfit.

"Christmas present, huh, Al?" she said.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but not completely cowed. "Yeah, but I'd rather have you."

"Sorry, Al. I am afraid I belong to Robbie. He is the only one for me!"

I felt proud and wonderful, for about three seconds, until she whispered in my ear "Except maybe for the next few Sunday nights!" and pinched my butt. I could have done without that. I felt like an idiot having told Günter to give her his very best efforts after all, and now wished we could just call the whole thing off, despite my curiosity about me having Günter's wife Strelsa with him watching. I was not so curious about Günter having Suzanne with me watching and/or joining in. But I had told Suzanne and Günter I would go forward with their little plan to spice things us for the previously virginal and now married with an itch Strelsa and Günter. Al did not feel any of my reservations, giving me a look that was at the same time incredulous and overtly jealous as Suzanne and I disappeared into my room.

Suzanne apparently didn't feel any reservations either, as she glued herself to me even before the door closed and groped me like a wild woman. My first instinct was to let her Suzie be my guide, but then I remembered that she seemed to get off the best when I just took what I wanted and concentrated on myself. But her Suzie would not be ignored – it burned into my brain like a rotating lighthouse light on a dark night. It made it abundantly clear she was already well beyond tenderness and sweet nothings – she was ready for spanking and fucking – as hard as I could manage. I went back to my original plan – tease her slowly and make her crazy before I gave her what she needed. That meant my final hard fucking of her should be accomplished with my second and less sensitive erection – which also meant I had to make her get me off on that first one while teasing her. Duty calls!

I sat back on the bed, against the little wall mounted cushion. "Strip for me, Suzanne."

She stopped, flustered and angry, and then she got a really funny look on her face. "You mean like Nora and Alley did?"

Before I could respond, she continued. "I may have to retell some of this story for Lara's benefit, but since you are so interested, I stripped for three men and a woman while I was in DC!"

My face must have given away my shock, and she sent some 'female animal on top' Suzie along with displaying a mischievous grin. She began to bump and grind slowly, sans music, but with an attitude and grace that made it unnecessary. Her business like grey skirt with dark blue blouse and grey and white top set the mood – she looked like a very formal and proper lawyer that had just decided to strip in the courtroom. Very hot.

"I found a bar I actually liked in DC, and I taught the bartender there how to make the 'instant stripper' punch like ZZZ and PIG make at their parties. He was very good – much better than the frat boys. He was also very straight, very handsome and very much into me, and I knew I should reward him for making me such a good drink. I took my coat off, and after I finished the first one, I took off my gloves for him, slowly and seductively. He made it very clear that he was very glad to see me. So, I took of my little vest too. I had on a very sheer top, if you get my drift..."

I had to bite my lip to stop from saying anything. Her sneaky Suzie waxed further, and she continued to slither and dance, by now having removed her little vest top and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. She was cat nip, I was cat.

"He hurried to make me another drink, but I knew if I drank it I would probably get inappropriate. Besides, I had to leave for my date!"

She turned her back to me and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, her back muscles rippling under her amazing olive skin as she did so. I knew those perfect breasts were just out of sight.

"On my 'date' I then helped a poor man that had placed himself in a bad position. I made him get naked and restrained for me, and then punished him with my whip, and made him see the error of his ways, and how he could make things better. I let him see even more of me than the bartender, Robbie my love, and he got very hard. I took that as a compliment, and then I untied one of his arms and let him jack off for me."

I could not help the groan that escaped my lips, nor ignore the little cackle that escaped hers.

"He had a really nice cock, Robbie. I thought I was standing far enough away, but he really shot hard, and he almost got some on me. That did make me a little flustered."

I was pretty damn worked up now, too, but I needed to break her rhythm.

Just as she turned back toward me, I put my hands on either side of her neck and forced her to kneel. Her eyes flashed defiance, but her Suzie signal spiked hot and ready. Her blouse was now undone and spread open, and it was plain her nipples were hard as rocks. I gathered up her hair into one big knot in my right hand and as used it as a handle, making it clear I was in control of her head. Her Suzie liked it.

"Enough talk for a while, slut. Stick out your tongue and close your eyes."

She made eye contact with me for a second and I thought she was going to refuse, and then she smiled and complied.

"Just the tip of your tongue, my beautiful slut. Cover every square millimeter of my dick and get it wet."

She opened her eyes and gave me a smoking look, and her Suzie sizzled. My plan was working. She wanted hard penetration, now, but she knew it would be a while before she got it, and she had to do what I wanted first. She worked patiently on my cock, being achingly thorough.

"Now the balls, then repeat using your whole tongue."

She was too damn good at this, and she knew it.

"I am going to fuck your mouth now slut. Swallow every drop."

Her Suzie blasted again. That was exactly what she wanted. She sucked and slurped, working and flowing around my thrusting motions better than ever before. Her tongue danced around the underside of my cock, perfectly choreographed. It didn't take me long to let loose, and she sucked me ruthlessly, draining it all, Suzie crowing in triumph. She must know how wonderful she was.

She did her little low excursion back and forth lip trick, and I stayed hard. Help me now, John Henry! Give me the strength to tease her just a little longer.

I swept her onto the bed, putting the top of my arms on the bottom of her thighs and spreading them wide. I suddenly realized my entire upper body was screaming from what Saskia had done to us in her conditioning class early this morning. Every movement made me painfully aware of every muscle fiber that had been attacked. I did my best to ignore the uncomfortable signals, and locked my knees inside her thighs and pulled up and out, drawing Suzanne's perfect pussy up towards my mouth. She was dripping wet and smelled wonderful. I began kissing her just above her right knee, and her Suzie blasted impatience. Her breathing became hoarse and ragged, and her strong thigh muscles tensed and released, beautifully. Her Suzie buzzed through my head, and her pheromones pushed aside my awareness of being sore and strained. I lost myself in her, and not for the first time.

I tuned for maximum Suzie, and fought her attempts to move her pussy under my mouth sooner than my plan. She never stopped fighting me – making me even more painfully aware of my sore arms and shoulders. Soon we reached a muscular compromise and she groaned as my tongue finally found her outer lips and lightly brushed them. She made an all new noise, to me anyway, and then growled even greater impatience. I was very systematic, darting in and dashing back out – teasingly and tantalizing her. I realized she was pushing her hips forward so far that she was only touching the wall mounted bed with her shoulders – her only other point of support being her feet planted on the floor. I finally reached her clit, just barely touching it with little butterfly flicks. She made noises you usually only heard in the dentist's chair.

I burrowed in and used her Suzie signal to guide me. I circled and tweaked, heading for a crescendo I knew we would both enjoy. Her Suzie burned into my head, and I sucked on her clit, hard. She came in an ecstatic explosion, launching a sweet little dollop of extra juice, which I devoured with devotion. Her hips almost pushed me back off the bed. I fought back in and made her come again. Duty, you see.

As much as enjoyed her tongue generated climax, I realized I wanted to fuck her, and right fucking now. Tease me by talking about another guy jerking off for you, will you slut? I turned her over and jammed her up against the wall mounted cushion, and pushed her knees closer to the wall, raising her ass up. Maybe it was the suppressed anger of realizing the power she now had over me, the tension of missing her, the potential guilt from doing Candy and Orinda while she was gone, or maybe it was just the channeled energy of the legendary John Henry, the pile driving man, or perhaps all of the above, but I was now ready, willing and able. I put my knees just outside of hers, braced my right hand on the little painted bookshelf that some previous dorm resident had long ago mounted to the concrete block walls with unauthorized anchor bolts, and started in.

She spoke for the first time, through clenched teeth. "Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK ME!" Her Suzie droned like a big overloaded truck, revving its highest in its lowest gear to make it up a mountain pass. Beautiful music matched beautiful sensations. Slow and steady into the hot and heady. She was hot, like soup that was almost too hot to touch. Almost. My cock seemed to grow as it touched her, expanding to fill her available volume, just as she squeezed down to maximize my sensations. I pushed steadily in, until my thighs were glued to her butt and she was as fully impaled as I could manage. I pulled back out and started back down, very conscious of my sore upper body but even more conscious of the luscious heat that surrounded me.

I had a plan, but it didn't survive contact with Suzanne. I felt her responses and mine at the same time – we began to melt together. She pushed back against me, and I looked down like a spectator at her spectacular muscles moving under that spectacular skin. I slammed into her - she slammed back into me. I was an animal, and so was she. Suddenly she was coming – her pussy muscles were twitching and buzzing – and her Suzie signal drowned out all else. She grunted and groaned, and her breath whistled.