Unleashing Passion and Desire in a Night of Unforgettable Intimacy and Sensual Exploration

"That we develop six or eight patterns and use them over and over. Butt two together if it has to make a larger piece. Put three or more together if it needs to be larger still."

"Hey Doug, this is why I go to you."

"When do you need drawings?"

"End of week?" he was stretching, he knew it.

"Caitlyn, is that enough time for you?" I asked.

She looked at me in shock. Her face completely changed as she turned to him. She smiled at Frank and said. "That will be plenty, we'll have drawings to you by Friday afternoon. Thanks Frank."

What a pro.

"Together with our cost estimate proposal," she said as she smiled to me.

Oh the devious little wench.

"What makes you think that I can design a bunch of lilies?" she asked as we drove away.

"If you can design and draw up that tattoo of yours, you can design and draw up a bunch of stupid lilies."

She was grinning as we drove along.

We stopped by Talbot's dress shop on the way home. Caitlyn had horror written all over her face as we approached the older sales lady. "Could you please set up this young lady with a sexy dress? Something flowery and feminine? Preferably pink. I'll be back in a half hour to pay for it."

"Certainly, come right this way dear." She smiled and held her hand out to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn took the lady's hand and turned her face to mine. Poison darts flew at me together with an upturned middle finger behind her back.

I left the store chuckling.

On my way to the food court I sussed out a couple of other stores. Shoes and a handbag. Plus make-up. All pink.

Caitlyn was going to kill me.

It was perfect.

I didn't see her in the dress, it was packed up ready to be paid for when I got back.

We went to the other stores. I sat on the bench outside as she sorted herself out inside. I just showed up at the cash register at the right time.

By the time we made it to Victoria's Secret the look of horror on her face had been completely replaced with a mischievous smirk.

I needed to figure out a coming out event.

Dinner that night was T-bone steaks, fried potatoes dashed with paprika, peas and carrots with melted butter and a lettuce, cucumber and avocado salad with a lemony vinaigrette dressing.

She followed me outside to watch me barbeque the steaks. I flipped them onto the hot grille. Steak on a gas barbeque? Man's world stuff, right?

Wrong.

"Not like that," she said as she lifted the steaks off. She repositioned them at a forty five degree angle to grille.

"And when you flip them, flip them a hundred and eighty degrees so it's still at a forty five degree angle to the grille. Then the next flip is at ninety degrees," she showed me with her hand, "and then the final flip is a hundred and eighty degrees. And that's it. No more flipping. That way the steaks will have perfect X's from the grille marks, back and front."

I stood then with my mouth open in disbelief.

"And turn it up to high," she said as she walked away.

"Yes ma'am."

She was right. They were perfect. They tasted the same I suppose, but they certainly looked better.

"So when did you lose your virginity?" I asked as I gathered salad on my fork.

"Oh gees, it seems like last week. I remember his name, yes, it was Doug Jenner."

"Fuck off, I wasn't your first."

She chewed her steak for a while then said smiling, "Maybe not my first, but certainly my best."

"Oh, that's so sweet. Liar." I cut into the steak. Maybe it tasted better too?

"It was only when I went to art school. I was a virgin all through high school."

"Really?"

"I told you," she said, "no one wanted to date me."

I sliced another piece of steak and chewed for a moment, then said "As I remember high school, yes there were a number of dates that I went on, but for the most part it was a bunch of kids hanging out together. That's where the social and sexual interaction took place."

"Is that how it worked for you?" she asked and then added, "when did you lose yours?"

"It was exactly like that. It was a house party. I was fourteen. So was she. Maria Lopez. I'll never forget her."

"Was she cute?"

"Cute and drunk. So was I."

"Cute?"

I smiled at Caitlyn and sliced another piece of steak, purposely ignoring the last question. I said, "You must have been in similar social situations during high school, you know, hanging around with other kids and then fooling around."

"Yeah, I did I guess. But that's how girls got reputations, like my friend Carly did."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and it's not fair," she said, "if a girl sleeps with four or five different guys she's called a slut, but if a guy does that..."

"Then he's gay. Most definitely he's gay." I interrupted smiling.

She laughed.

"So you managed to avoid having a reputation in high school by not having sex?" I asked.

"I didn't say I didn't have sex," she corrected me, "I just said I remained a virgin."

"And you avoided getting a reputation?" I asked.

"Yes, but that was by mutual threat. I told Billy that if he told anyone that I sucked his cock I would tell everyone the truth."

"Which was?"

"That he had a tiny cock, which was true."

"Oh so you came to a mutual agreement. Did you only suck him off once?"

"Hell no. And he'd eat my pussy and fingered me. We just never fucked." She smiled at me.

"So you did have a normal high school upbringing." I said.

"I guess," she answered as she picked out the last of her salad. "I remember my first time. Looking back on it now it was quite comical. He came in about three seconds."

"Poor bastard," I said, "quick and tiny."

"Yeah," she laughed, "he was a bit of a nerd." She bit into her last piece of steak and asked, "Do you remember your first blow job?"

"Yeah, I do." I answered. The image of Gina popped in my mind.

"Did you swallow?" she asked smiling.

"Fuck off!" I threw my crunched up napkin at her.

"What, you've never had a gay experience?" she asked grinning.

"No, have you?"

"Maybe," mock innocent eyes again.

"Get off, you did not." I said.

"All I can say is that art college was full of crazy chicks."

I stood up and picked up our empty plates. "That is quite evident," I said.

She smiled as she followed me into the kitchen with the salad bowl.

We cleaned up and made our way upstairs.

After brushing my teeth and doing all the usual stuff I walked out of the bathroom naked. She was already on the bed, naked too. It was that little bit of an awkward moment. We knew what we wanted to do, just didn't know how to get it started. I lay down next to her and rubbed her pussy gently.

"Cate, tell me, what was the best sexual experience that you ever had?"

"Honestly?"

"Seriously, what was it?"

"The first time we made love."

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

I tried to recall exactly what we did. I licked her pussy. Pulled my fingers out in a vee. I remembered that. Then we fucked. She came first. A lot. I remembered that too. Still, that couldn't have been so special.

"What was so special?" I asked.

"It was when you came inside me. The other times when we've fucked, I was still convulsing from my own orgasm and I didn't really notice you cumming. But that time, I could feel you cum inside me. Every pulse. It was unbelievably sexy. I think about it a lot. It drives me wild. So fucking sexy."

"Really?"

"Duh?"

"Do you want me to do it again?" I was grinning.

She rolled over onto me and planted a big fat kiss on my lips. "Do it again."

Music to my ears. I had to think it through for a moment but then I said, "Masturbate for me."

I rolled to the side and then perched myself between her legs. They were splayed wide open. Nothing was hidden. She was a glorious sight.

Her fingers found her clit.

Mine found my shaft. It was hard already.

Our eyes, briefly, found each others.

I focused on her pussy as she rubbed it. She, laser like, stared at my cock. I stroked it languidly up and down.

She licked her lips.

I stroked. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Her fingers were busy on her clit.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Her nostrils flared.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her left hand fingers were on her left nipple ring. I added my fingers to her right.

Up. Down. Up, down.

She stared at my cock. Up. Down. Up, down.

She was in a frenzy.

Up. Down. Up, down. I squeezed my cock and brought a dribble of pre-cum out.

"Ohhh!" she reacted immediately. Her head bobbed down. She couldn't resist.

"Lick only," I said, "don't suck."

She licked. Big time. She hit the vee under my cock head, my eyes rolled in their sockets as she did. Her fingers never let up on her clit. Her face was all red when she lifted it.

I kept stroking myself. She kept watching. Her whole body was twitching.

Briefly, she glanced into my eyes. Her green eyes were glassy. Her mouth hung open. Nostrils were flared. She was breathing hard.

I continued to stroke. I squeezed some pre-cum out of my cock. I scooped it up with my finger and slipped it into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she licked my fingers. I could see the satisfaction in her face.

Her fingers were still a blur. We both tugged at her nipples.

Up. Down. Up, down.

"Fuuuuckkkk!" she screamed as her entire body convulsed before me. What a sight to behold. The whole bed shook. I had to let go of the nipple for fear of permanently damaging her.

I watched her vagina contract and open and contract again, over and over. She was oozing Caitlyn heroin from her pussy. I couldn't help myself. I scooped some up with my finger and popped it into my mouth.

Bliss.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down Up. Down. Up. Down.

No longer were they languid strokes. I was going to cum soon. We both knew it.

Caitlyn sat back and opened her legs up wide, knees bent. I lunged forward. I pushed my dick into her, balls deep.

"Ohhh!" she gasped.

"Lay still," I managed to get out.

My flaring cock pulsed inside her pussy, ready to blow off. That was what she wanted. Me too.

She was breathing hard. "Lay still," I whispered. She did.

It only took me two slow strokes before I got to the point of no return and stopped, deep inside her. I held my breath.

My sphincter contracted as I shot my semen. And again. And again. And again.

I took a deep breath and the last of my cum escaped from my cock.

I'm sure my face was contorted into a grotesque. It felt like I pumped a ton into her. Her pussy was suddenly warm and wet.

Aside from breathing hard, she didn't make a sound. Her eyes rolled around her head.

Her face reddened, her breathing accelerated and her pussy muscles contracted. Over and over and over. She didn't make a sound aside from a gulp at

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