Playtime

Maybe it was the romantic side of her. Somehow she wanted her first sexual experience to be more spontaneous, more unscripted ... notwithstanding, she thought to herself with some inner cynicism, that you put yourself on the pill right after the first date with Matt! What she really wanted was for Matt to sweep her off her feet, and then finesse her, supposedly reluctantly, out of her clothes and between the sheets. But exactly how to accomplish this, without appearing to be like a Jill, eluded her.

During his short absence, Christine had spent a lot of time thinking about Matt; and wondering if she was falling in love. He was always so nice and polite to her in his earnest serious way. Unlike other boys she had dated he wasn't all wrapped up in himself, even though he had plenty of accomplishments. And there were some other things, inside of her, totally unexplainable, that made him increasingly attractive biologically ... and as a result Christine's instincts and body were letting her know in no uncertain terms what should happen next.

So, despite her new budget limitations, Christine had splurged on some sexy underwear, although whether and when Matt would get to see it was still an open question. As she put the expensive set on, and then selected one of her nicest dresses from the closet, her heart was singing with anticipation. Maybe, somehow, tonight was the night!

But it wasn't!

When they got back to her apartment, she asked him to come upstairs, explaining that the apartment lobby wasn't very private. She noticed that Matt looked more than a little uncertain as they stepped out of the elevator and she led him down the hall way by the hand. When they got to the door of the apartment she stopped him, placing her hands on his shoulders, while gazing boldly into his eyes.

"Matt," she whispered.

"Yes," he replied nervously.

"Please kiss me."

At which point, impatient, she wrapped her arms around his neck and attempted to initiate a serious kiss, opening her mouth so their tongues could entwine, while pressing her body against him for the very first time.

It was pretty clear to Christine, as Matt awkwardly responded to her kiss, that he didn't have a whole lot of experience with women, which made her smile inwardly. This was a problem she was well qualified to fix, because even though she was a virgin, she had ended more than a few dates locked in a series of lengthy torrid embraces with various young men.

Somehow, as she kissed Matt, and he began kissing her back, a fire began to burn inside her. He felt so good ... so strong ... so wonderful! Her resolution not to invite him inside was seriously weakening, and the prospect of having him in her bed, Jill or no Jill, was very, very appealing.

When they finally broke apart, they just stared a little hungrily at each other.

"Christine," Matt said in a quiet way, now averting his eyes, "I ... I ... don't know whether I should tell you this ... but I think ... well I'm not sure, but maybe ... you know ... I mean ..."

Christine knew what he meant, even if he couldn't quite say it yet; she had been out with enough boys to know when the words were real, so she started to kiss him again. But they quickly broke apart, interrupted by the sounds of voices from inside the apartment. One of the voices was Jill, the other voice was male.

"Oh, no," Christine thought.

"Did I give you permission to take those off," she heard Jill say in a teasing, provocative way.

"You didn't exactly say no," the male voice offered in response, "now did you."

There was another pause in the conversation; probably they were kissing ... or something!

"Oh God," she heard Jill say in a low voice, "that feels so good."

There was a further period of silence during which Christine knew she was blushing, she could feel the heat in her cheeks.

"We better ... go ... into my bedroom," Jill finally said to whoever was with her. Even through the thin apartment door you could hear that she was a little breathless, "my roommate ... could come home ... anytime."

Christine looked at Matt, he was blushing as well.

"I better go," Matt said awkwardly, "your roommate has company."

Christine nodded her head in agreement, a little crushed. How could she possibly allow Matt inside now, where he would certainly be treated to all of the sound effects arising from the sexual escapades going on in Jill's room? It would be too, too embarrassing for both of them. No way!

"Will you be OK?" Matt added cautiously.

"It's happened before," Christine said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice, "goodnight Matt ... I had a wonderful time tonight."

"So did I ... how about next weekend?"

"I'm actually off Sunday ... the restaurant is reserved for a private party and they only need one hostess ... can we do something?"

"Sounds good," Matt said courteously, giving her a nod and a hopeful smile.

They heard the muffled sound of a door closing inside the apartment.

"I think it's safe to go in there now," Matt suggested in a cautious way.

And with that he turned and began walking towards the elevator.

A very disappointed Christine put the key in the apartment door lock.

* * *

As she surveyed the living room after closing the door, something caught her eye immediately, a pile of Jill's clothes on the sofa with a balled up pair of scarlet panties topping it like a cherry on a cupcake. She had seen them before, because sometimes Jill walked back and forth to the apartment washroom in her underwear before dressing for a date. Jill called them her "fuck me" panties, and they were truly tiny, even smaller than the ones Christine had recently purchased. Whenever Jill wore them, you knew that some guy was going to get lucky!

Christine hung up her coat, and put her purse in her bedroom. She went to the washroom and prepared for bed. After changing, she got into bed with her laptop, and started up one of her favorite movies, using earphones to block out whatever noises might be coming from Jill's room. But she couldn't seem to concentrate on the film, so she finally decided to try to go to sleep. Putting aside the laptop, she turned off the light and lay there, trying to ignore the sounds of lovemaking that floated all too clearly through the darkness; little whimpering cries that told her Jill was close to an orgasm ... she'd heard them enough times before to know. Discouraged, frustrated and aroused, she hiked up her nightgown so she could play with her pussy; closing her eyes, and pretending it was Matt's hands that were seeking out the warmth of her intimate sexuality; and one of his fingers exploring deep inside her hot, wet vagina, while others shamelessly parted her labia to expose and torment her swollen sensitive clitoris. When she reached the inevitable climax, she bit the pillow to avoid making any sound. Afterwards, released, at least for now, from the sexual tension that had built up inside her, Christine rolled on her side to sleep ... it was finally quiet next door ... and at last she managed to drift off.

* * *

After the disappointing end to the latest date, Christine was in a determined frame of mind by the next day; with thoughts and plans as to how to seduce Mat in the forefront of her mind.

"Even if I had sex with Matt every day for months," she decided, trying to justify her intentions to herself, "I would never catch up to Jill ... or most other girls my age for that matter."

Her boldness was a surprise ... who was this young woman that now inhabited her body?

Just before she had to leave for her shift at the restaurant, Matt had e-mailed her: "What would you like to do Sunday night?"

The girl who wasn't Christine immediately, and shamelessly, seized this opportunity: "I've never seen your condo. Why don't we get some things, and we'll cook dinner at your place?"

A few further messages sealed the arrangement. Matt would pick her up early enough to allow for some shopping, and then they would eat in. Matt said he had the movie she had mentioned that she wanted to see.

* * *

As Christine dressed for her date with Matt, she was filled with nervous expectation; and excitement. During her shower, she had been fantasizing about Matt, imagining him making love to her. As she dried herself off, her pussy tingled from the contact with the towel. A further exploration down there revealed that she was wet!

"God, I'm turning into a sex-crazed slut, just like Jill," she thought helplessly as she considered her predicament.

But she couldn't go out like this; she was so turned on that the crotch of her panties could end up soaked through! Gently scolding herself, she sat on the edge of the toilet seat and then applied the vibrating handle of her electric toothbrush to her misbehaving femininity until she managed to get relief via an intense orgasm. When she had recovered from it, she carefully cleansed and dried the still sensitive region between her legs before slipping into her white semi-transparent version of the Jill "fuck me" panties, and putting on her new push-up bra.

Back in her room, after drying and fixing her hair, she debated about what else to wear, finally deciding that low heels, a short denim skirt, and a light pink form fitting sleeveless top with a deep v-neck set the right tone for shopping ... and cooking ...

"... and fucking!" she added to herself with a nervous giggle, both relishing and regretting her newfound boldness. What was the matter with her?

Immediately afterwards, chagrinned, she gave herself a rather stern mental lecture to stop thinking about sex, or another session with the toothbrush would certainly be needed, and Matt would arrive soon.

She had just finished dressing in her bedroom, and was putting on her jewelry, when a tap on the door from Jill announced that Matt had arrived.

"Coming," she responded, adding a few dabs of perfume to her wrists, neck, and also farther down where a tiny bit of her cleavage was exposed.

When she opened her bedroom door, she discovered Matt and Jill engaged in a lively conversation, with Jill laughing provocatively at something. She decided to get Matt out of the apartment as soon as possible, before he and Jill could get any better acquainted. She had no illusions; Jill wouldn't hesitate to seduce a nice guy like Matt, roommate or no roommate, if given even half a chance ... and Matt knew, after the other evening how could he not, that Jill wasn't exactly a virgin!

Christine approached Matt and greeted him with a small kiss on the lips. He helped her into her jacket, and she then led him from the apartment, with both of them saying goodbye to Jill, who was still eyeing Matt in a considering way.

"You better watch out for my roommate," she admonished him playfully when they were alone in the elevator, "she's not exactly shy when it comes to men ... and she certainly liked the look of you."

"So I noticed," Matt replied, "but don't worry ... I can take care of myself ... besides I'm dating you ... why would a girl like Jill interest me anyway?"

"Well, let's see," Christine said, feeling greatly daring, "she's pretty nice looking ... and she certainly never plays 'hard to get' from what I've seen ... au contraire!"

"Not as nice looking as you; not even close," Matt said gallantly.

"There is a farmer's market," Matt said as they drove off, "about 45 minutes from here just off the highway ... I go there quite often ... and the town has a butcher shop with really good cuts and the prices aren't too bad, as well as a bakery, so we can get bread and something for dessert ... is that OK?"

"Sounds perfect," Christine answered, "let's go ..."

* * *

As Matt drove them out of the city and into the countryside, they both admired the breathtaking fall colours, a riot of yellow, orange, brown and red, spectacularly displayed by the trees on both sides of the highway. When they arrived at the small town, Matt parked, and they began touring through the farmers market. Many of the people working the stalls greeted Matt in a friendly and knowing way, confirming to Christine that he was a frequent patron as he had indicated.

After an hour or so of browsing and shopping, they had filled the basket Matt had brought with him with a selection of lettuce and vegetables, the red, yellow and orange bell peppers contributing to the autumn palette of the sunny afternoon. Christine's mild protests that Matt was paying for everything fell on deaf ears.

"It's not fair," she scolded, "you've already bought me dinner three times."

"I guess I'm just an old-fashioned kinda guy," Matt said with a grin, "when you go on a date, the man pays."

"And what's a girl supposed to do?"

"Kiss him of course!" Matt said hopefully.

"Oh I see," a secretly pleased Christine exclaimed in a knowing way, while putting her hands on her hips for emphasis, "and suppose the girl doesn't like the dinner, then what?"

"I guess the guy is outta luck!"

"I guess he is ... or will be," she warned while pointing a teasing finger at him, and trying not to laugh.

But it was no good, Matt started to laugh, and she had to join in with him, taking him by the arm as they started to walk.

They returned to the car, and Matt stowed the basket in the trunk, after which they strolled through the small town, holding hands, and chatting about various items in the shop windows that caught their fancy. When they got to the bakery, they purchased some bread, and a blueberry pie that they both decided was just too tempting to be left for someone else.

Finally they stopped for ice cream cones, black cherry swirl for Matt, and peach mango for Christine, before heading back to the car one more time to drop off the baking before going to the butcher shop.

"What shall we get?" Christine asked, as she inspected the contents of several refrigerated glass display cases full of meat.

"How about some beef tenderloin?" Matt suggested.

"That's really expensive," Christine ventured with a question in her voice.

"You only live once," Matt said with a grin, "besides we're eating in ... it will still be less than going to a restaurant."

A shop assistant weighed out a suitably sized piece and then looked at Matt for approval.

Christine looked at the price displayed on the front of the scale, and then gave Matt a doubtful glance, "I could eat for a week on that much!"

"Oh well," Matt said cheerfully, giving a 'thumbs up' to the clerk, "hotdogs tomorrow I guess."

"I thought you said this place was reasonable," Christine whispered, once the shop assistant turned away from them to wrap up their purchase.

"It is," Matt answered, "you should see what they would charge for that at the store just down the street from my condo ... you practically need credit references to shop there."

"Even so," Christine protested, albeit weakly.

Then inspiration hit, and she decided to make a suggestion, given the choice cut of meat Matt had selected, "I know how to make a special sauce from scratch for the tenderloin, it's my grandmother's recipe ... but we'll need some peppercorns ... do you have any?"

"Just black ... will that work?"

"It's better with the multi-coloured ... can we get some? And we'll also need some whipping cream ... as well as some sherry and a few other things you probably have in your kitchen."

"Sounds decadent," Matt said with enthusiasm, "I have sherry, but we'll have to buy the whipping cream ... what else do you need?"

Christine listed off the remaining ingredients, with Matt acknowledging that his pantry could meet the rest of the requirements. Christine was surprised that he had chicken stock on hand.

"He must really be able to cook," she thought to herself with satisfaction.

They took the meat, and then worked their way back along the main street until they got to the car. They decided to leave the remaining purchases until they returned to the city so the whipping cream wouldn't be sitting around unrefrigerated for any length of time.

Once they turned off the highway, Matt drove on for a while, and then stopped at a plaza so they could pick up the rest of the items needed for dinner.

Matt turned the car in at a fairly new looking building, about twenty stories Christine guessed.

"This is it," he said, while waiting for the garage door that led to the underground parking to open.

When Matt parked she noticed that the space next to his car also had his name on it.

"You have two slots?"

"I got them when I bought this place ... my parents told me to pay the extra cost because it makes it a lot easier to sell later on. In most buildings there are only enough extra spaces for just a few units, and the penthouses, to have two."

It suddenly occurred to Christine that if she moved in with Matt, she'd have a place to park her car! But a moment later, reconsidering, she gave herself a little scolding.

"You haven't even slept with the guy," she thought to herself ruefully, "and you're already thinking about living with him, and expropriating one of his parking spots ... heavens, Jill was right, you are past desperate!"

They collected the basket and other packages from the trunk, and Matt led the way to the elevator lobby, which soon whisked them upwards until a tone announced that they had arrived on the sixteenth floor.

* * *

Christine relaxed on the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand, enjoying the panorama that presented itself through the large picture window. Matt's condo was even better than she had imagined it could be, with a southwest view of a mostly residential section of the city. The thousands of trees that dotted the view had also turned colour, and it made for a spectacular scene in the late afternoon sunlight.

"You have a fabulous view, Matt," she said in the direction of the kitchen, where Matt was hard at work.

"I know," Matt replied, coming out of the kitchen with a tray and his own glass of wine. Christine saw that the tray held two small blocks of cheese and some rows of crackers.

"I don't want to spoil dinner, but I thought you might want something," he continued, sitting down beside her.

About an hour later, they were both in the kitchen, with Matt sautéing the peppers while Christine stirred the sauce for the tenderloin. Somehow, as they stood side by side at the gas cook top, their eyes met, and without any words they fell into a passionate embrace, kissing with such intensity that it almost made Christine feel a little faint with desire. When they finally broke apart, Christine just stood there, looking at him, uncertain, but hopeful, of what would come next. But nothing did!

Instead, finally, Matt said, a little breathlessly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that ... at least not right now."

"Don't apologize," Christine answered him, still recovering from the kiss.

And then she added, "it takes two you know ... but we better stop it or the dinner will be ruined ... and you spent a lot of money on it ... so let's behave ourselves and get back to the cooking ... playtime later."

This last remark got an astonished look from Matt.

"I'm going to finish this sauce, and then toss the salad," she continued, ignoring the unspoken question in his eyes, and trying to sound normal, "it needs about 10 more minutes."

"That should be about right for the meat and these," Matt said, regrouping, and pointing at his pan with a pair of tongs, which he was using to gently turn over the pieces of pepper. In between turns he was un-wrapping the foil from the loaf of bread he had heated in the oven.

All during the dinner, Christine flirted with Matt, making eyes at him, and making suggestive little remarks here and there that were faintly disguised come-ons. A month or so ago she would have been shocked at her behavior, but now, the lustful little tramp that was apparently hidden within her psyche had fully escaped, like a genie from a bottle, and didn't seem to know or care about any type of boundary or decorum. The old Christine looked on from afar at this display of feminine wiles, helpless.