Is She Smiling at Me? Pt. 13

"Matt, can you help please?!" Liz's voice was heavy with exasperation as she turned to me.

It took a minute to corral the dog, who darted about the room, dodging us as he bolted and leaped, playfully wagging his tail the whole way. When I finally backed him into a corner, I scooped him up and lifted him off his feet. Surprised by his sudden ascent, Ranger lost his grip on the toy and it fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Quickly, Liz bent down to snatch it up before the animal could wriggle free of my grasp and make another attempt to abscond with it.

"There are teeth marks in it!"

"Dimpled for her pleasure?" I offered with shrug.

"It's not funny, Matt!" She pouted adorably.

"I'm sorry, baby. Let me see."

The dog's teeth had left only the faintest indentations where they bit into the dildo, and the surface was still smooth and unbroken. I didn't want to be dismissive of Liz's dismay, but the damage done was hardly worth pointing out.

"Babe, they're barely even dents. I bet they disappear by the next time you see it."

"I guess..." She turned and shook the phallus at Ranger angrily, "Bad dog! You have your own toys, leave mine alone!"

Alex and I looked at each other and laughed quietly while Liz went back upstairs to finish getting dressed. When the young woman finally came back downstairs, she was dressed to the nines and looked stunning. Alex let out a cat-call and I whistled a long, low note while Liz wound her way down the staircase, grinning brightly at the attention.

"You look amazing, sweetie!" Alex praised, a lustful look in her eyes as she scanned Liz up and down.

"Total knockout." I concurred with a nod.

"Aww!" Liz cooed.

Her smile turned into a slight frown when her gaze drifted over to the dog sitting next to me.

"I feel bad for yelling at Ranger. Do you think he's upset with me?"

"No, baby, dogs don't work like that. He's already forgotten about it. He loves you." I answered assuringly, but the dubious look on Liz's face told me that she wasn't convinced.

"Ranger, where's Liz?"

The dog lifted his head and looked towards her, then turned to me with his head cocked to the side as if to say; 'She's right there. What are you, stupid?'

"Go get Liz!"

With that, Ranger rose from the couch and trotted across the room towards her, tail held high as it wagged back and forth excitedly. When he reached her, he jumped up on his hind legs, bracing his front paws on her chest as he stretched up for kisses. Liz giggled as she bent down to meet him, scratching him behind the ear while he tried to lick her entire face.

"I love you too, puppy!" She gushed happily.

While Liz reconciled with the dog, I went to the kitchen counter to retrieve the book I had gotten for her from my bag. It was a copy of 'The Art of Mixology: Classic Cocktails and Curious Concoctions', the same book I had learned so much from until I lost it when the girls and I moved in together. I was excited that Liz and I would share a skillset, and I was happy for her that she was receiving what amounted to a promotion. With her stunning good looks, Liz was a natural choice and I saw the wisdom in the decision; the simple fact was that hot bartenders were good for business. More than that though, she was friendly and personable, and I knew she would flourish in the role.

"Don't try out too many of these drinks tonight, you don't want to be hungover for class." I teased Liz, handing her the book.

"Okay, thanks, dad." Liz rolled her eyes cutely as she started thumbing through the pages, "This is really cool, baby! Thank you!"

"Hey, why didn't you ever work as a bartender, Matt?" Alex inquired.

"The hours are terrible," I replied with a smirk.

"Ugh, tell me about it!" Liz groaned, "I can't believe they scheduled me for a shift after class."

Soon later, Alex and I wished Liz good luck and saw her off. Without the more energetic member of our trio to keep us on our toes, we spent a quiet night watching movies and cuddling on the couch until it was time to go to sleep. Our bed always felt a little empty without all three of us in it, and I knew Alex felt it too when she turned her back to me and pulled my arm over her. I drew her into my chest, sighing at the feel of her smooth, naked skin against mine as our legs intertwined and she pushed her firm little ass into my crotch. Delighting in the warmth of her body and the smell of her hair, I quickly drifted off into unconsciousness.

*****

I woke up alone in our big, empty bed and reached for Alex before I realized she wasn't there. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I yawned and stretched as I resisted the urge to roll over and go back to sleep, noting with some amusement that my morning erection was rock hard and throbbing as always. Finally, I rolled out of bed and went to greet nature's call before slipping into a pair of pajama pants and following the smell of coffee down the staircase. The full pot on the burner and conspicuous lack of slobbering dog kisses told me Alex must have woken up recently and taken Ranger out, so I poured us both a mug and sat at the kitchen island to await their return.

It had only been a few minutes before I heard the jingle of keys outside the door, followed by the dull, metallic clunk of the deadbolt sliding open. When Alex stepped through the door with the dog in tow, looking mildly irritated with her hair still messy from sleep, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her. She was wearing a brown leather jacket over a black nightgown with a pair of Birkenstock sandals; clearly, she had just thrown on whatever was most convenient in her early morning stupor.

"That," I said, dramatizing my words for effect as I made a performance of checking her out, "Is an amazing look on you."

"Shut up." She smirked.

The truth was I always appreciated seeing Alex au naturel, without all the makeup and fashion bells and whistles. She was strikingly beautiful before all the primping and preening, and her innate poise and grace weren't something that she simply painted on in the morning; Alex rolled out of bed an alluring goddess, whatever happened after that was just icing on the cake. But primp and preen she did, and by the time we left for the festival, she looked phenomenal in all her sublime beauty.

Alex had worn my favorite maxi skirt; an elegant number with a printed pattern of mottled, feathery black and gold around the hem that faded to white as it rose. The garment hugged her perfect ass enticingly and sat low on her alluring hips, showing off her shapely figure. A short, black tank top conformed to her small chest and slender torso, displaying a few inches of toned, pale stomach both north and south of her cute belly button. To complete the look, she had chosen a wide-brimmed hat to keep the blazing sun off her neck and shoulders which, combined with her sunglasses, lent a glamorous, movie star quality to her overall presentation.

A long stretch of a major downtown street had been closed off to traffic for the event, and stages had been erected at intervals to showcase the different artists and bands that would be performing during the day. True to form, we meandered through the crowds, taking in the sights and sounds as we gradually made our way toward a fenced-in area next to a stage that sold beer from under the shade of tents and patio umbrellas.

"Why don't you find us a table? I'll get us some beers." Alex suggested after we made it past the burly, irritable-looking security guard.

"Sure, baby." I patted her on the butt.

Wandering around the enclosed space, I zeroed in on an empty table far enough from the performers that we would be able to hear each other speak and sat down, looking around at the crowd while I waited for Alex. A diverse cross-section of humanity was represented at the festival; from young to old, couples, friends, and families, everyone was enjoying the music and the atmosphere as they smiled, laughed, and sipped their cold beverages.

When my gaze turned back towards the beer tents, I found Alex in line just as the man behind her tried to strike up a conversation. They were too far away to hear what was being said over the music, but I could tell by body language that he was flirting with her. I watched with some amusement as the guy tried to hit on her, and I chuckled when she turned back around, leaving the poor fellow with a dejected look on his face. I had never been the jealous type, hell, I felt a little sympathy for the guy; a year and a half ago I would have given anything for a chance with a girl like Alex, and I knew it took no small amount of courage to approach her like that. A few minutes later, she made her way over to me with a couple of plastic cups of beer in hand, her hips swaying seductively with each graceful step.

"The guy behind me tried to hit on me." She said with an amused grin as she slid into the seat next to me.

"I saw." I replied with a grin, "I hope you let him down easy."

"I didn't rip his heart out and stomp on it in front of everyone if that's what you mean."

I laughed at that, leaning back in my seat and taking a long draught of my beer, relishing the refreshing effect of the cold, crisp liquid as it washed away the dry, dusty film that coated my mouth. As I reflected on the exchange I had just witnessed, a thought occurred to me.

"Hey, I just realized I never really notice you checking any guys out."

"That's because I'm generally way more into girls. You're an exception." She answered, flashing a sultry wink at me over the rim of her sunglasses.

"That's a hell of a compliment." I grinned.

"You know, I could make the same observation about you." She smiled devilishly.

"I'd give you the same answer. Minus the exception part."

If I had to define my sexuality, I would say that I was bisexual for the sake of simplicity, but I had always thought of myself as straight with an asterisk. I'd been with a few men over the years, and I had definitely enjoyed it, but I didn't usually look at them in a sexual context as a part of my day-to-day life. It was an extremely rare occurrence that I would pass a good-looking man on the street and feel any kind of attraction towards him as I often would with women. Which, I realized, must have been similar to how Alex experienced the world as well.

"Fair enough," She laughed, taking a sip of her beer, "Do you ever miss it though? Being with men?"

"Not really, no. You're hands down the best fuck I've ever had, there isn't much to miss."

"Now that's a hell of a compliment." She grinned.

"It's the truth." I smiled back.

"I used to miss it from time to time... Before you came along." Alex's hand slid up my thigh to my groin as she spoke, giving me a quick, discreet pat on the bulge before she withdrew.

"You know, you were the first guy to fuck me since before I met Liz." She continued.

"She told me. As I recall, it was a matter of some excitement for her. I'm honored by the way."

"You earned it." Alex smiled warmly, "I still can't believe you didn't fuck her. That's when I knew you were special."

Alex was referring to our first day together when Liz had driven me back to my apartment to get a change of clothes. The beautiful young woman had attempted to seduce me in my bedroom, but after having witnessed how much Alex loved her, and not wanting to hurt my chances at pursuing any kind of a future with the girls, I had to turn down her advances. As it turned out, it was the right decision; when Liz told Alex later that day, the gorgeous redhead practically impaled herself on my cock right then and there.

We spent the rest of the day wandering around the festival, checking out the wide range of vendors that had set up booths on the street to peddle their various wares, stopping at stages here and there to listen to the performers, and ogling pretty girls. Towards the evening, we peeled away from the crowds and found a Mexican restaurant a couple of blocks away from the main event to sit down and have dinner. It had been a fun day, but Alex and I had both hit our limit on being out in the hot, humid summer weather and we were eager to get back home.

Greeted first by the cool, air-conditioned atmosphere of the apartment, and second by the onslaught of dog kisses, I breathed a sigh of relief as I settled in. Rather than relax and unwind, however, Alex had other plans. I had barely sat down when she pulled her skirt up and climbed onto my lap, straddling me and sitting on my thighs. The playful gleam in her eyes immediately caught my attention as she gazed at me, smiling enticingly.

"I have a little surprise for you. How about you take Ranger for a walk so I can get ready?" She said in a sultry tone.

"Alex, it was only a surprise the first time. And it's certainly not little." I quipped with a wry smile.

She scoffed and swatted me on the shoulder.

"Please, you think I'm hilarious."

"I think you're immature."

"I can actually see you holding back the giggles."

"You're about to talk yourself out of your surprise."

"Okay, I'm done."

"Yeah, I thought so." Alex narrowed her eyes at me for a long moment before we both broke out into laughter.

The dog and I made a lazy circuit around the block, trying to give Alex time to get prepared for whatever it was she had planned. When we got back some fifteen minutes later, Alex called down from the upstairs bathroom that she just needed a few more minutes and suggested that I make myself a drink. Taking her advice, I poured a glass of Jameson and sat at the island counter with my laptop until a tap on my shoulder stole my attention. When I turned around, I nearly sprayed whiskey out my nose at what I saw.

Alex was wearing a set of fitted scrubs just like we had seen on the nurse at the coffee shop the previous day, except she had chosen a shade of turquoise instead of light blue. It was a good choice; the contrast of the blue-green material highlighted her pale complexion and magnified the rich red tones of her fiery auburn hair. She really looked the part too; light on the makeup and her vibrant mane tied back in a low, messy ponytail with loose strands framing her beautiful, freckled face. I was taken aback, first by how attractive she looked in the outfit, but also that she had remembered my feelings about the look uttered in passing conversation and taken it upon herself to surprise me like this.

"What do you think?" She asked with an amused smile, doing a slow twirl to give me the full three-sixty view.

"Wow..." I scanned her up and down, particularly appreciating the way her bottoms hugged her taut little ass.

"Right?!" Alex giggled, "I'm starting to think I'm in the wrong line of work!"

"Baby," I said with a smile, "I can't believe you went out of your way to do this for me... You look really fuckin' hot."

"Well after you made me feel jealous of that nurse yesterday, I had to do something about it." She said with a wry smile.

"You? Jealous?" I chuckled.

"Sure! She turned you on in a way I never had. I couldn't just let that stand, so I found a uniform supply store a block from my office and stopped in after work."

"God, I love you."

"I love you." Her brilliant green eyes broadcasted adoration as she leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Do the twirl for me again." I grinned when she straightened back up.

Alex smiled and did a slow pirouette, spinning easily on the hardwood floor in her black ankle socks. She made a point of arching her back and thrusting her rear out towards me as she turned, showing off the delicious curves of her butt. My arousal must have been obvious on my face because Alex giggled again when she had completed the rotation and saw me gawking at her. What she couldn't have seen was my pulse quickening and my cock shifting inside my underwear as I drank her in.

"I wasn't sure how this whole sexy nurse fantasy played out in your head. Do you want to be the doctor or the patient?" She leaned against the counter, posing with a hand on her hip.

"What's the difference?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're a smart guy, Matt. You can figure it out." Alex replied with a mischievous grin.

After a moment's consideration, it occurred to me that she probably didn't mean the question in any specific role-play sense; she was talking about the power dynamic. The handsome older doctor would fuck the starry-eyed young nurse, or the sexy, experienced nurse would fuck the helpless, vulnerable patient. With that realization I couldn't help but crack into a wide smile; I had my answer.

"Oh, patient. Definitely patient." I gave my reply with an emphatic nod.

"Mmm..." She purred, biting her lower lip, "I was hoping you'd say that."

Alex stepped in close, lifting my shirt and sliding her hand down the back of my pants. Grabbing an ass cheek, she pulled my pelvis into hers forcefully, and I felt her bulge press against my thigh. When her finger found my asshole, I let out an involuntary gasp as a bolt of electricity shot up my spine. Alex possessed an uncanny ability to turn me into a quivering mess when she handled me like that; her strength and assertiveness made me weak in the knees and I melted into her arms. Despite being a fair bit larger than her physically, she made me feel small and helpless; completely at her mercy, yet at the same time safe and cared for. It thrilled me immensely. No woman had ever made me feel like that before I met Alex, and I loved her intensely for it.

As if to drive the point home, she cradled the back of my head with her free hand and kissed me passionately; invading my mouth with her tongue to roll against mine while she pressed her fingers into my hole. I moaned softly as we made out, losing myself in her confident and authoritative touch. And then, just as suddenly as she had begun her advances, she pulled her hand out of my pants and took a step back, leaving me feeling dazed and hungry for more as she looked me up and down with a sultry smile.

"Alright, Mr. Byrne, I'm going to need you to go upstairs, disrobe, and lay face-down on the bed. I'll be with you in a moment to begin the procedure." Her tone had become flat and dispassionate, almost professional, but the suggestive wink she flashed me as she picked up my glass of whiskey and took a sip told a completely different story.

"Babe, I didn't really have a whole scenario attached to this thing. It's just a look I find sexy." I smiled amusedly.

"Ohhh, no! You might have put the idea in my head, but now we're doing this my way." She had momentarily reverted to her normal cadence before she repeated the instructions; a more commanding edge to her voice the second time around, "Go upstairs, disrobe, and lay face-down on the bed."

"Yes, ma'am." I grinned, shaking my head.

I wondered how far Alex intended to take the role-playing aspect of this particular escapade, as that wasn't normally my kind of thing. Pretending to be something I wasn't was not a strength I possessed, but on the other hand, I was too excited to care. With a quick kiss on her cheek, I turned and ascended the stairs to our bedroom. When I got up to the mezzanine, I chuckled at the sight of our wedge-shaped sex pillow already conveniently laid out in the middle of the bed. Hurriedly stripping off my clothes, I nearly tripped over my pants as I kicked them off, and I was glad that Alex wasn't there to see my awkward clumsiness.

Fully naked, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself on the pillow with my chest flat against the mattress and my ass propped up in the air. I tried to relax, knowing Alex would likely make me wait, letting my anticipation build until it bordered on frustration, but my arousal spoke for itself as my member swelled against the velvet material of the pillow. Lifting my hips, I reached down to adjust myself, pushing my semi-hard cock back so it pointed straight down to the mattress below. As I waited, I thought of Alex downstairs in those sexy, fitted scrubs, wondering what pleasures she had in store for me. Before long, I was fully engorged and gently humping the pillow for the meager stimulation its soft texture afforded me.