I Saw Him Standing There

The silence was back. As if neither of us could think of something to say and perhaps he was wondering if this was a mistake and was ready to bolt out the door. "Was that why he sat next to the door?" I wondered.

In all my brainstorming about the possibilities behind the book, I didn't come up with when exactly it would be a good time to bring it up. I decide to go into my room to change my shirt, eliminating bra, so that I will be more "comphy" and come up with a better idea.

We both start talking at the same time, though granted not very bright conversation, by saying "Uh" and "Um". Followed quickly by raised eyebrows and asking the other "Huh?"Then both of us laughing.

Dave was the first to get himself back on the right track saying, "I was going to ask if you would mind if I turned on the radio."

I laugh again and say "Sure. I was going to say that if you didn't mind I would go put on a tee shirt. This sweater is kind of warm."

"I don't mind at all."

"Great. Be right back. Feel free to change the radio station or put in a CD. Whatever you like."

"Thanks."

I go into my bedroom, and close the door to "get comphy" and reassess my idea on when to ask him to see the book and get it moving in that direction. Deciding that if conversation doesn't start flowing then I'll ask to see it real quick. That should open up conversation as well as lead in to things that are more intimate. If conversation begins flowing though, I won't interrupt it by jumping on the book too quickly.

I reach into my drawer and pull out a tee shirt, solid baby blue tee shirt. I strip off my sweater and bra and pull the tee shirt on. I glance in the mirror and study myself a moment. The shirt is a little baggy, and with the way it hangs over my breasts, it will be obvious I am not wearing a bra, if he is interested in looking. I like the way it looks with my jeans, but decide to go for broke and change them as well. Reaching into another drawer, I pull out a pair of black shorts. They are made out of the same material as sweat pants and too short to be publicly worn since they cover to only about an inch below the ass cheeks. However, considering that I hope to seduce someone, it works nicely. I also decide to go commando, and ditch the panties. I check quickly with my hand to make sure that my legs don't feel like a porcupine or anything and am glad to find that they don't feel that way.

I look into my mirror again and think that I look like someone begging to be fucked. Not the way I was going for, but I'm not disappointed by it either. I'm just glad that today isn't one of those "feeling fat" days or close enough to a period that I look all bloated and stuff.

Deciding that this is as good as it gets and Dave will take me up on it or not, I let out a big huff of air and reach for the doorknob.

I had always thought that "eyes popping out of your head" was just a goofy statement, but when I opened the door and Dave saw me, his eyes did just that. I mean not in a gory kind of way, just his eyes got huge and I had to wonder how it didn't turn gory. Must give him credit though, he recovered quickly. He even glanced away from me to say, "You've got good taste in music. I liked all your CDs. It was hard to pick just one."

"Thanks. I listen to the stereo more than watch TV. I like to have my choices and will listen to all kinds of music."

"I listen to a lot myself. Do you feel better now that you've changed clothes?"

"I do actually. It got warmer today than I had expected. I got hot when I went outside of Shadows."

"Yeah it is warm today. For March anyway."

I chuckle and say, "Yeah. In July we will be wishing it was this cool."

Dave joins my laughter admitting that "Yes we will."

Another silence and he goes back to scoping out my apartment. "Is now the right time?" I wonder and answer myself, "YES. Just go for it. See what happens. Worst case, he will go home."

"Uh," I begin, "would you like a glass of tea?" Call me chicken, I won't mind.

"No thanks. I had plenty at Shadows."

"Okay. Also, I was wondering something."

"Okay, shoot." Dave says.

"The book you bought for your friend. May I see it? A friend of mine was telling me about this article in her husband's magazine that I should read. I just don't have it yet. Since you do, I was wondering if I could glance at it and see if I want to buy the book for it. See if it's the right one anyway."

"Uh. It probably isn't the right one." He says.

I can't help but notice the blush. His whole face turns red and I have to wonder what is provoking that blush. I can't stop myself from digging deeper.

"Why not? She said that he just got it last week. I can't imagine they have new ones out already."

"Uh..." he says, turning a deeper shade of red. "It isn't in the book I have because I didn't really tell you which book I got. I didn't want to give you the wrong impression, so I gave you a not so factual answer."

"Oh really..." I think, "Could be interesting." Aloud I say, "Okay. How would I get the wrong idea?"

If possible, he turns another shade of red as he replies, "Because it has naked men in it."

I can't help it, I start laughing and can't stop and before long, Dave is laughing right along with me. I am laughing because of the image that I would have developed had he told me it was naked men instead of women and because it shot the whole seduction thing, I was hoping for right out of the window. I can't seduce a man with pictures of naked men. It just doesn't happen.

He continues with his sentence once the laughter slows a little. "My friend is a woman. Her boyfriend likes looking at naked women in magazines. It drives her nuts so I told her to start getting her own books of naked men and maybe he would stop. She didn't want to buy them and asked if I would get her one. Today was the first book for her."

I start laughing again, remembering that I thought it was odd that he was blushing when I questioned him about the book. It was all making sense now. I had so firmly believed that the blushing was him trying to play sweet and innocent. Now that I knew the whole story behind it, it was just hilarious. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and try to stop laughing.

When I step out of the bathroom, I am in control of myself, for the most part and Dave is sitting on the couch, near where I was sitting before. He is holding the magazine in question.

I look at him questioningly.

"I wanted to prove that I was telling the truth." He states.

"Oh, you don't have to. I can't imagine you lying about that."

"I know, but here." He says holding it out to me.

"I haven't looked inside a naked man magazine in years." I say honestly. "They changed the ones I use to buy, so I stopped. I use to like the stories in them and they got rid of those. Now we have the net and pure story magazines. Who needs pictures?" I take the book from him anyway. He has already opened it, but left the black bag over it.

I sit down on the couch beside him. He had sat in the middle so there were only a few inches separating us. I pull the book out and look at the cover.

The cover shows a man wrapped in a towel. He like some blond haired God, by most women's standards, all muscles and baby oiled so that he looks like he just climbed out of a steamy hot shower and is now sweating like no tomorrow. Things on the cover stated Man of the year and Damien would rock your world and other stuff.

I opened the book and the first several pages were advertisements, then there was some black hair guy on a beach. He was fully dressed at first but each picture showed him taking off a little more. At the end of the shoot, he was laying on the beach holding his somewhat impressive half-hard package. I didn't find it very impressive though. I never much cared to see a guy holding himself, much less holding it at half-mast so I turned the page.

"Didn't like that one?" Dave asked.

"Not really."

"Why not? Not good looking?"

My turn to blush. "Well, he just isn't my type." I keep it simple.

"Most women would like him, I think."

"Maybe."

Dave takes the magazine from me and turns back to the page. "Tell me what you don't like."

I find it hilarious that my idea to use the book on him has backfired and now is being used on me, but I decide to play along. I'll be honest and blunt and try to keep my blushes to the minimum. "Well, he is good looking, I guess, but he is too muscled. A pretty boy. He is holding himself, trying to make it look bigger than it is because it's only half-ready. I don't want to see that. I want to see the real deal."

"Okay. That makes sense to me, I guess." Dave says, "on to the next one." He turns the pages and finds the next male on display. "What about this one?"

The one in question was a set of pictures of the blond on the cover. Each picture of him taking the hot shower had a caption underneath it stating how Eric liked his showers hot and that he was wishing you were there with him to make him enjoy his shower more.

Dave asked, "This one?"

"He has a good body, not too muscular, but still not really my type. He is blond. I've never really been attracted to blonds. I dated one once and he was an ass. Turned me off them. He isn't holding his own package so that gets him brownie points."

"Okay." Dave says and turns a few more pages.

We continue going through the book, each male is discussed and dissected. I've never known a man who would look through a book of naked men and want to know opinions but admit that it was kind of fun to do so with a man. Since I didn't know the man sitting next to me that well I wasn't afraid to say what I really thought of the men in the book. If I liked what he showed, I said it. If I didn't, I said that also.

Near the end of the magazine, we found stories. Well, rather...it was more captions, describing what Damien would do if he could get his hands on you. Dave and I both started reading silently. "Damien" discussed how he would kiss "your" lips and work his way down over your neck. He would suckle on your breasts making sure to dodge your nipples until you were begging him to suck them. At which time he would hold them still with his teeth while flicking his tongue over them.

When it got to where he was doing the same thing to "your" clit I couldn't help but shift in my seat a little bit. I give the author credit, they knew what they were doing and what a woman wants to think about, or maybe it has just been so long since I've felt it that it sounded unbelievably good to me. I'm not sure. I began to wonder if Dave was still reading, and if the "story" was having any effect on him at all. I needed a second to cool down a little anyway so I stood up and said, "I need that tea now. You want some yet?"

His face was turned to the book, obviously still reading when I stood up. "Uh, yeah. That would be great." He said.

Dave set the book aside and I couldn't help but glance down and I was almost certain that I could see a bulge through his jeans.

I turned to go to the kitchen and pulled glasses from the cabinet. As I was putting ice into the cup, I heard Dave, "I would make sure you came on my tongue and I would then kiss my way back up your body.

"OH my god. He is reading it to me." I thought silently, kissing my chance to "cool off" good-bye.

Dave continued reading, "I would kiss your mouth and bury myself inside your wetness. Pausing to make sure you were comfortable with my invasion before I slowly start sliding myself in and out. I want to feel your body respond. I want to feel you cum while I am inside you so I'm taking my time, rubbing against you when I am inside you the deepest."

I walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch, handing Dave his tea. He takes a quick drink and I look down at the book, figuring we would read in silence again. Dave continues reading before I can find where he left off.

"I feel you trying to urge me deeper. I feel your body tightening around mine and I know that you are close. I speed up, anxious to take you there and when your body starts shaking I stop pulling myself out and simply rub against you, urging you on until finally your passion takes you over that peak again and I speed up to my movements in an effort to meet you there."

With the ending of the story, Dave puts the book aside and reaches for his tea, which he had at some point put onto the table.

I'm not sure what to say or how to respond. Hearing him reading it had been more of a turn on than reading it myself. I feel as though my seduction of him had somehow turned around and was now him seducing me. Should I let him continue to lead or should I take matters into my own hands? I wasn't sure.

"What did you think of the story?" Dave asked.

"It was good. Not sure it was a story, but it was enjoyable."

"I thought so too."

Dave was looking at me, as if wanting me to do something and I didn't know what to do. I just looked back at him. I took a deep breath and let it out. It sounded shaky to my own ears. I felt like some kind of innocent virgin. Sex shouldn't be so hard. I start chewing my lower lip as I often do when nervous. I watched Dave's eyes lower to my mouth. In another show of nerves, I lick my lip, without thinking.

Apparently, that was the clue he was waiting on because at that moment Dave half moaned and moved toward me, putting his lips on mine. I was a little shocked by the suddenness but I wasn't going to pretend to not want it. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer to me.

I opened my mouth to freely invite him to come in and visit. He did and by the time he stopped to come up for air I was darn near panting and aching to be touched from head to toe.

"I guess the story kind of got to me." Dave said when his breathing calmed a little.

Breathing deeply in a continued effort to calm myself a little, I say, "That's okay. I don't mind."

"Yeah, but I don't have anything to, um, put on during that."

I laugh and say, "I don't know what the shelf life on them is, but I think I have one in the bedroom. Do they go bad?"

Dave laughed and said, "I'm not sure. How long has it been there?"

"Probably close to a year."

"It should be okay. But I won't push any further unless you're comfortable with that."

"I'll be okay. I'm also on the pill."

Dave said, "Good" though it was muffled by the fact that he came in for another kiss, which I welcomed completely.

Our tongues battled together for a while in that duel that been around forever. Both of us were once again breathing hard when we broke for air. This time though, he didn't pull away to catch his breath. Instead, he kissed my nose, forehead, and cheek and began working his way over to my ear and down to my neck.

He nibbled and suckled on my neck for what seemed an eternity while his left hand squeezed and massaged my right breast through my shirt. Then he worked his way down over my tee shirt with his mouth.

There was something unbelievably erotic about his warm damp mouth closing over my tee shirt covered nipples as he sucked each one into his mouth.

He slid his hands up under my shirt and the shock of his hand on bare skin while his mouth was still on the outside was both a pleasure and torture. I wasn't sure how much of it I could handle. Already I was aching to be filled by him.

I was both relieved and disappointed when he finally pulled away from me, taking my hand to help me sit up when I hadn't even realized I was laying down. He continued pulling my hand until I was standing.

When I was all the way vertical, he looked into my eyes and began slowly lifting my shirt up and over my head. Then he kissed me again so that I could feel his shirt, his body heat against the bare skin of my chest and stomach.

I wrapped my arms around him, in part because I wanted him closer and to keep myself standing upright.

Dave put his arms around me also, though eventually slid them down and inside my shorts. I heard his muffled groan of approval upon finding out that no panties were inside the shorts, though for the life of me I couldn't tell you what it was he said.

When he broke the kiss, he bent down and pulled my nipple back into his mouth. If I had thought through the tee shirt was great, then this was pure heaven. If his arms hadn't been around me, I'm not so sure that I could have remained standing.

When he broke off from my nipples, he pulled his hand from inside my shorts and dropped to the floor on his knees. He put his face to my pussy through my shorts so that I was able to feel the heat from his mouth that way and my knees almost buckled. Then he put his hands on me and began moving my shorts down my legs.

Before my shorts hit my ankles, he had pushed me slightly so that I was sitting on the couch. He pulled my shorts off my feet glancing at my neatly trimmed bush.

When they were off Dave came in close to kiss me again, though apparently his impatience was getting to him because it didn't last as long as previous ones and he was working his way back down my neck and chest, kissing my belly and moving lower still, forcing me to lay back and let him go.

I wasn't going to complain. I was ready for it myself. I wanted that and more.

I knew what was coming but the shock of his tongue on my more than ready pussy almost sent me over the edge. I managed to hold back, somehow, wanting to enjoy it before I gave in to it.

He licked slowly, up and down and around, testing my responses. When Dave found the spot that made me shudder, he stayed there. Slowly teasing it. I again found myself feeling a wonderful pleasure/torture mixture. Both wanting him to do more and less all at once.

He teased me like that for a while, softly hitting my good spot varying the pressure he put there, until I was sure I would go insane. Then suddenly he got on it consistently.

His tongue moved back and forth rapidly over my spot. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I could feel it coming. When he slid his finger inside me and began moving it in and out, I was lost. My body tightened around his finger one time before pleasure hit and I was lost in pleasure-filled clench and release, followed closely by shudders, moans and smiles.

Dave slowed down his tongue's caresses, but didn't stop until I had totally finished my peak, and I felt almost certain that if he kept going in that way I would be back there again in a very short time.

When all the shuddering finally left me, he stopped, kissing his way back up my body, before standing up in front of me.

I was still lying back on the couch, same position I had been in while he was there and the thought occurred to me that I was the only naked one. I hadn't even considered it until that moment but now that I had, it was definitely time to remedy that, and I told him so as I sat up to start working toward that goal.

Dave didn't seem to mind my suggestion and instantly began pulling his shirt over his head and as every inch of his stomach and chest was revealed, I couldn't help but watch.

His stomach was nearly flat, though not six pack abs or anything. His chest had a little hair on it, but it was only in a small patch. Fine by me, hairy chests aren't something I'm seeking. I know from experience that it tickles your nose. His nipples were soft, almost puffy looking, and I wondered if he liked them sucked on or if he liked fingernails scratching over them lightly.

I didn't have the desire to stand up and suckle them so instead, while he pulled the shirt over his head I reached up as high as I could and lightly ran my fingernails down over his chest. He didn't seem to mind that either and even inhaled a soft gasp when my fingers traveled over his nipples. They hardened instantly, as mine might have with the same treatment.