The Devil's Bargain Ch. 15

- "Ooh. This is going to be awesome. I can tell. You want something to drink?"

- "What are you having?" I asked.

- "Just a soft drink, I think."

- "I'll have the same."

- "Okay - have a seat on the couch. I'll be right back."

Lily's parents had money. It was a big house, with expensive furniture and all the trimmings, including one of the largest TV screens I'd ever seen. Lily came back with two tall glasses chock full of ice and cola.

- "Here you go." she said, offering me one. Then she sat down on the end of the couch, a good four feet away from me. For all of her confidence at the wine bar, now I could see uncertainty in her face.

- "Having second thoughts?" I asked.

- "Eh?"

- "Can I ask you, Lily - are you sure that you want to do this?" I smiled at her. "Because we don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can just talk, if you'd prefer that."

- "Really?"

- "You're in charge here. We aren't doing anything unless you're all for it."

- "I dunno." she admitted. "I was really sure all the way home. Then I'm pouring us drinks, and I'm like, 'What am I doing?' Sorry - I guess I'm getting cold feet. I thought that was only for weddings and stuff."

- "No. It's natural to be nervous. I was terrified."

- "Your first time? Really? What was it like?"

- "Awful." I told her how traumatizing our first attempt had been for Cathy and me. Lily listened with her mouth open, totally engrossed in my story.

- "I can hardly believe it - you seem so cool."

- "It was a long time ago, Lily. I've had more positive experiences since then."

- "Yeah. See, that's what I was hoping to avoid. And given the type of guys I've known, I had a feeling that something like that would happen to me."

-"Smart girl. What kinds of experiences have you had? If you don't mind me asking ..."

She sighed. "And there you have it - my problem in a nutshell. That's an expression, right? Well, all guys want from me is a blowjob."

Lily told me that no boys had even talked to her in high school. She was invited to their prom by a guy who expected her to be easy. "I knew what he was after, so I said 'Hell, no'."

In university, she was asked out a few times, and discovered that she was expected to go down on her date.

"I mean, it's not a huge deal, but I started thinking, is that it? And then this guy I actually liked asked me out. Took me to a movie, splurged on popcorn and drinks. He drives me home, but pulls over at the start of my street. Then he unzips and whips out his wang. And I thought: Fuck that shit. I got out and walked the rest of the way."

- "Did any of them reciprocate?" I asked. Lily didn't seem familiar with the word - or maybe it was the concept. "Return the favour? Did any of them offer to go down on you?"

- "You're kidding, right?" Lily shook her head. "Like that would ever happen."

- "It could happen tonight." I said.

Lily had been about to take a sip of her drink. She stopped, with the glass still several inches away from her mouth. Very slowly, she put the drink down on the coffee table.

- "Are you shitting me?"

- "Didn't Tansa explain it to you? I'm literally at your disposal, Lily. Anything you want - within reason, of course. Or not. It's entirely up to you."

Lily bit her lip. "Let me get this straight: if I ask, you'll go down on me? You'd eat my pussy?"

I smiled at her again. "Gladly."

- "Holy shit." said Lily.

She thought about it for a good five seconds. Then she stood up, and began to unzip the fly of her jeans. She paused, and looked me in the eye.

"Angel ... will you eat my pussy?"

- "Yes, Lily. I'd be happy to."

She had a trim little body, and flawless skin. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and quite pretty. Lily sat back on the couch, nervously fiddling with her hair.

"You can relax, sweetheart." I told her. "My clothes stay on, and absolutely nothing happens that you don't want. If you say stop, I will."

- "I'm ... I'm okay."

She was delicious. She had shaved and bathed before going to meet Tansa. And she'd never been eaten before - 19 years old, oddly attractive, and no guy had asked to go down on her. There should have been volunteers lined up around the block. What is wrong with the world?

"Oh, shit." she said. "Oh, fuck." Lily had trouble, at first, dealing with the sensations she was experiencing. She eventually reached down to stroke my hair - was it a gesture of affection, or a test, to make sure that I was real?

"Oh - you are an angel."

Lily came hard. I wasn't to know, but it was the first orgasm she'd ever experienced by another hand - or tongue. And fingers.

- "Mmm ..." I hummed.

- "Oh my God ..." said Lily.

- "We can do that again, if you want." I said. "You have me until noon tomorrow."

- "Oh my God ..." she repeated. Then Lily surprised me by sitting up straight. "You know what I want, Angel? I want to reciprocate." She pronounced it carefully, as if it was a word that she'd just learned. "Could I ... could I see your see your cock? Please?"

- "You don't have to -"

- "I thought I was in charge?"

She was. I lowered my pants, and obeyed her instructions to come closer. Lily grinned as she took hold of my erection.

"Nice ..." she said. "I love that you're hard for me."

She'd had only limited experience, but Lily was a gifted fellatrix. 'The internet', she said, when I asked about her obvious talent. She licked my cock from root to tip, and back again. Then she changed her angle of approach, and repeated the process.

Lily tongued my balls, and gently sucked each one into her mouth. She took the mushroom head of my dick between her lips, and then drooled all over it. She pulled back, and licked all around the head. It was a slick, slobbery mess, and she enthusiastically slurped and sucked, even as she jacked me off with her hand.

I would never have expected a strange little 19 year-old to give me one of the best blowjobs of my life.

- "Fuck, Lily ... that's amazing."

She raised her head and smiled at me. "You know - I'm beginning to have third thoughts. I don't think that my feet are cold anymore."

- "Lily?"

- "I think I'm ready. I want to fuck you. If that's okay."

- "Are you sure? You don't have to do this, if you have any doubts."

- "I know. I think you're really handsome, Angel. And cool. Plus you've got a great cock. I want my first time to be special - and I think you can help me with that."

She stood up, and pulled her top over head, revealing a shapely pair of B cup breasts over a flat stomach. She had a great little body.

I didn't love Lily - but I wanted her to get her wish. She was a sweetheart. That was why I used the phrases.

- "I want you - One."

I'd been with a virgin only once before, and it had been a disaster for both of us. If the magic could make it a wonderful experience for Lily, then that seemed to me to be a good use for it.

She just smiled at me as I finished the three phrases, and then fished a condom out of the pocket of her jeans.

- "Oh. We don't actually need this, do we?"

- "No, Lily. I'm perfectly safe. But ... here?"

- "Yeah." she breathed. "I have this image in my head, of me sitting on you, right here. It's got me so turned on."

She climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs. Lily helped me remove my shirt, and then ran her hands across my chest and upper arms.

- "You're beautiful, Lily." I told her.

- "Aww ... thanks." She took hold of my member. "Wow. Hope this fits." And with that, she moved forward and tucked the head of my cock between her lips.

I needn't have worried: she was very tight, but she was also hotter and wetter than a steam room. I didn't know if that was due to her natural lubrication, or to the magic. Either way, I was relieved. She had to shift a bit, to get a better angle, and succeeded in getting another few inches inside her. Then she seemed to be stuck.

- "Slide back." I suggested. "Then come forward again."

She did just that. On her third attempt, Lily succeeded in taking my full length. I was completely embedded in her.

- "Wow." she said.

- "Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable?"

- "No. It's ... amazing. Guess all that practice with a rubber one paid off." She grinned. "But this is a million times better."

- "I'm glad."

She caressed my cheek. "You're so sweet."

I encouraged her to grind against me, for her own pleasure, rather than simply lunging up and down to masturbate my dick with her pussy.

- "I'll enjoy it, either way." I promised. "Or you could try it both ways, and see for yourself."

She did, while I fondled her little boobies, and then lifted her up a bit so that I could find out how those nipple piercings felt in my mouth.

Lily eventually settled on grinding as her best option.

- "You're right." she said. "This is fantastic. I feel so full, with you all the way inside, and the pressure on my clit is ... aahh ..."

Lily brought herself off surprisingly quickly. She let out a yell of triumph. "Damn, Angel!" she said. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and smothered my lips with a wet kiss. "That was ... just perfect. Better than perfect. Thank you."

- "I'm very happy for you." I said.

- "You are, aren't you? Oh shit - you haven't come yet!"

I took hold of her hands, to stop her from moving. "It's alright." I told her. "My orgasm wasn't the goal, here."

- "You can stay, though, right? We're not done yet."

- "I'm yours until noon tomorrow."

- "Mmm ... guess my imagination's gonna get a workout. What should we do next?"

- "Something to drink." I suggested. "You need to stay hydrated."

She accepted my advice. Then she wanted us to move to her bedroom.

- "I fucked you on the couch. Now I think it's your turn to fuck me. In my bed."

- "Either way, we're both fucking each other."

- "You know what I mean."

I went down on her first, making sure that she was aroused enough and wet enough. Then I slid a pillow under her ass, and took her in the missionary position, watching her face as I entered her. I gave a good account of myself for several minutes, until Lily asked if she could turn over.

"I've read that a lot of woman like doggy best."

Lily was one of those women. She loved it. When I reached under her to caress her breasts, she came again. She dropped her head onto her pillows, and jammed her ass back at me. I gave her several more deep thrusts, and then exploded inside her.

After a short rest, Lily was game for more. Sleep was obviously not on her agenda. Unfortunately, we soon discovered that her pussy was too sore for further penetration - even by my fingers. She was very disappointed.

I made it up to her by going down on her again, with lips and tongue only. I teased her and drew it out until she had a crashing orgasm. Sweetheart that she was, Lily insisted on reciprocating with a blowjob - this time to completion.

Then she asked me to kiss and cuddle, and to tell her stories of my sexual adventures. I gave no names, of course, but I did relate several highlights: Aarti, of course, whose sex appeal was off the charts. But I also told her about Sue's sexual games with blindfolds and role-play.

- "I'm so gonna do that." said Lily.

But I also told her that there was no substitute for sex with someone you loved. I ended up describing the first time that Lisa and I had made love.

"Ooh. I want that, too."

- "You'll get it. Some guy is going to fall madly in love with you. Maybe more than one. If I was 19, I would."

Lily kissed me softly. "I'm so glad I brought you home."

We fell asleep for a while, and only woke up at 11:00. I hustled Lily into the shower, and then joined her. I went down on her under the spray of water, and managed to bring her off one more time.

- "You are an angel, Angel." said Lily, as she kissed me goodbye.

Igor drove me home.

***

As Christmas drew near, I was feeling pretty good about myself. Helping attractive women by having sex with them is a damn good career path, if you ask me, but I'd also given Kayla quite a bit of my time (and money). I'd used the magic phrases with Kayla and Lily, mostly for their benefit rather than mine. Tansa had also had me doing smaller things to help people out.

But I'd done some good deeds on my own, too. Brenda and Pete were still going strong; he seemed to be very serious about her. There was no question, either, that I'd helped Gabrielle reach a much happier place.

Now I wondered if I was going to reap a major benefit for myself. I''d been looking forward to Holly coming home ever since her email. Her 'big news' could only be good: maybe she was moving back to Ontario, ot perhaps she had finally realized that her job didn't have to be the most (or the only) important thing in her life.

She had moved away, following her promotion, but I had never officially 'broken off' the relationship with her. I hadn't invoked the broken hearts clause with her, either. That was what she had suggested; once she had risen as high in the company as she wanted to, she would be ready to 'settle down' - hopefully with me. There was no barrier to us picking up where we'd left off, years ago.

Okay, I can admit it: I wasn't just horny. It seemed to me that there was a lot riding on these Christmas holidays. When I thought of all the women I'd been with since meeting Tansa, Holly was clearly at the top of the list.

Lisa would have a place in my heart forever. I would always have a soft spot for Brenda, without wanting to be with her again. I could think of Aarti fondly now, without too much regret over the way our relationship had ended. I could remember Monica and Gabrielle with a smile, even though I knew they weren't for me - not long term.

Kim, Alanna and Sue were my mistakes. I'm not sure how I could have avoided those errors. In-depth interviews? Reviews from their previous lovers?

No, Holly was potentially the one. I splurged on a gift for her, and cleaned the apartment from corner to corner. I stocked up on decent wine and food, and put fresh sheets on the bed, plus fresh towels in the bathroom.

Tansa gave us two weeks holidays, starting on the 20^th. "Enjoy your break." she said. "And no, Dan - I haven't forgotten. We'll talk in January. I hope that this Christmas and New Year's are good for you."

I spent Christmas Eve with Brenda and Pete. Josh had a new girlfriend, so he didn't join us. I left early, to give my friends some privacy.

When I got home, I had nothing better to do than to check my email. And there it was.

Please call me when you get this, Dan - no matter what time it is. There are some things I need to tell you over the phone. It's ... good news and bad news. I just want to tell you in person. Please call. Love, Holly.

My heart sank. I'd been expecting only good news. What was the bad news? I had the uncomfortable feeling that I knew what it was even as I called her.

- "Dan? Oh, thank you for calling!"

- "Are you okay, Holly?"

- "Yes, I'm fine. Were you out with friends tonight?"

- "Yes. I was at Brenda and Pete's."

- "Oh, good." Holly had met Brenda at Mom's wake.

- "You mentioned bad news?" I said. It may sound cold, but I was fairly sure at this point that I knew what was coming. Best to get it over quickly.

- "I ... I won't be home for Christmas, Dan."

I'd been expecting her to say that, but it still hurt like hell.

"I'm still in Calgary. There are ... things I need to deal with, between Christmas and New Year's Eve. We're sort of in crisis mode here."

I didn't say anything to that. I didn't think that she'd appreciate hearing me say 'I don't give a shit about your crisis. There will always be crises, and you're still putting your job ahead of me - and ahead of us.'

"I'm sorry, Dan. I'm really sorry. I was so looking forward to spending a week with you. Just the two of us."

- "I'm sorry too, Holly."

- "Please apologize to Lisa's parents for me."

- "I will."

- "That's the bad news." she said. "Would you like to hear the good news?"

- "Sure." Holly couldn't possibly have missed the disappointment in my voice. I heard her sigh a little, but then she bravely forged ahead.

- "I worked out my transfer, Dan. I'm going to be moving to Windsor in January or February."

Windsor was in Ontario. It's right next to Detroit, though, which means that it's a three hour drive from where I live. Closer, but not close enough - especially if there were going to be continued crises for Holly to deal with.

- "That's great." I managed to say.

- "Isn't it? We'll be able to see each other more often."

I wasn't able to answer her. My chest was tight, and my mouth was dry.

"Dan? I'm really sorry. I wanted ... well, you know what I wanted. I love you."

- "I'll always love you, Holly." I got out.

- "I'll be in Windsor in February or March. We can get together then."

- "Of course."

- "Merry Christmas, my love. I'm sorry."

- "Merry Christmas."

***

George commiserated with me when he found out that Holly wasn't going to make an appearance. But it was Anna who was sympathetic.

- "That's too bad, Dan. You must be so disappointed."

- "Holly's job has always come first, unfortunately."

Anna just shook her head. "I'm so sorry." she said.

The Bennetts were now regulars, on Boxing Day, and Sylvia, my former cleaning lady, was there, too. We ate well, thanks to Anna, and had a fairly nice time. I did my best to be sociable and pleasant. We talked about Lisa, and her success with her exams.

Anna did ask me one odd question.

- "Will you be home tomorrow evening?" she said.

- "Probably. Why?"

- "Oh, I may want to have George drop something off for you, if you're going to be home."

- "I can pick it up, and save you the trouble. But you don't have to drop anything off."

- "Oh. Okay - I'll call you, if I decide to send it over."

The Bennetts were very nice, and George and Anna were good friends, but I wasn't feeling a whole lot of Christmas spirit. I'd gotten my hopes up, only to have them dashed. Holly wasn't going to change.

On the 27th, I ran a few errands, but generally moped about. I only had three uses of Tansa's magic phrases left. I was going to have to think twice before using them even once. I could no longer afford to waste them.

Anna called after dinner.

- "Are you at home, Dan?" she asked.

- "Yes, but you don't have to deliver. I can come over and pick up whatever it is."

- "Just stay put." she said. "We're already on the way."

Fifteen minutes later, my door buzzer sounded. I got up to answer it.

But Anna wasn't there. Neither was George.

It was their daughter.

- "Lisa?"

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