summer knock

 5/12/14

In the beginning, we would sit polishing off a 24 pack of beer in front of the television my
PlayStation, Rock Band drum set blocking the majority of our view. Throughout the
evening she’d attempt to flirt with me or make a sexual comment, portraying she wanted
to get into my pants. She’d casually brush my leg while talking to me. My attention
would wane as I’d watch her walk to the kitchen for another beer. She’d tuck her long
black hair behind her ear and smile while twirling a single strand. Her signals were so
glaring her body screaming … “FUCK ME.” I wanted to make her wait. At the end, I’d
walk her to the door, just to see if she’d come back. ! It was only a day later and she showed up at my doorstep with a case of beer in her right hand. “Sorry, I should have called”. It was more of a question than a statement. She looked past me into the hallway perhaps
to see if I had any company.
“Hi, come in please.”
I move to the side and motion with my right hand for her to enter. I felt the tension, she
seemed nervous, awkward.
“I was out, sorry… just wanted to come by.”
“Just out?” I questioned her motives and briefly checked out her attire. A short
navy blue pencil skirt, jacket, high heels, white knee highs. She slipped off her jacket
sitting adjacent to me.
“ Is everything okay?” She asked the question quickly, jerking at the sound.
“I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.”
“Tragic to drink alone, right?” Smiles are deviant. Silence loaned the air, stripy
almost, perverse.
“Hey…” long pause. “Why didn’t you want to hang out last night? Am I attractive
to you?”
Damn trick questions. You don’t ask if you're attracted to someone, you look for the signs.
Most other women need constant verbal confirmation that yes, I’d love to get into their
pants. A misconception about lesbians, no, I am not attracted to every single woman I
see, quite the opposite. I am particular and have a certain criteria you must have… I
don’t claim to have the answers to the law of attraction anymore than anyone else. The
the simple fact is if I let a woman in my apartment, I’m most likely attracted…
“ Yes, yes I think you are hot.”
Her cheeks blushed. She got up from the couch placing both knees on each side
of me, straddling me. She grabbed my face pressing her soft warm lips against mine.
She stood up, grabbing my hand, put my beer on the coffee table and her head into the
bedroom.
She stuttered, “I’ve never done this well, I mean with a …”
I kissed her mouth, softly, barely grazing her skin. I kiss her again, parting her lips
gently with my mouth. She responds with a soft moan probing my mouth with hers. I
wrapped my arms around her mid waist and pull her close to me… as our kissing turned
into a voracious frenzy. Catching her breath she pulls away.
“Oh My God”, sighing heavily.
UH OH… buyers remorse!? Without another word she straddled my hips, leaned
over and kisses me again, her hair flowing around her neck. She sat up flung, her hair back
looking at my eyes and began unbuttoning her blouse. She tossed it to the floor as I just
watched her wide-eyed with disbelief. She reached behind her back unsnapped her bra
letting it fall onto the bed, revealing her found full breasts and soft pink nipples. More
stunning than I had imagined. I touched them admiringly, enjoying their softness. I
brushed my thumb over one nipple feeling it grow firm to my touch. She arched her
back and moaned as I twisted her nipple harder.
I ran my hand over every inch of her body, the delicate curves of her stomach,
she began rolling her hips against mine. I slide my hand along her bare thigh inching
her skirt out of the way. I can feel her lace panties. She presses herself against me
bending down to kiss me wildly. I ran my hand to her waist band and coax her out of
them as she hastily assisted me. They disappear in a lacy flight over her shoulder.
I caressed the small of her back and grasped her buttock as she raised herself
up onto her knees. I catch a glimpse of her vagina peeking out from her skirt. I place my
hand over it feeling the warmth of her body. She clung to the head board as she shiftier
her pelvis so I could reach into the warm wet recesses of her with my mouth. She
groaned and I cupped her butt again easing her upward as I kissed the inside of her thigh.
She gasped and bucked as my tongue found her spot, teasing it before running my
tongue along the succulent petals and deeper inside of her. She twisted and writhed
against my mouth her thighs trembling.
I reached up to caress her breast and felt a trickle of sweat along her belly. Her
grinding became more urgent as I tried to pace with her needs. A gentle swirling of her
clot seemed to create a fury, as she pounded against my mouth. Her vulva swelled and
spilled wetness that ran down my mouth to my neck and I relished it. I lifted her ever so
slightly just so I could breathe. I could tell she was close. A guttural sound on the verge of
screaming, it came from inside as her body thrust in frantic spasms against my mouth
and fingers. Her clit softened and her spasm waned, breathing was ragged. She rolled
off and flopped next to me, her breasts rising with every heavy breathe. !

I was still completely dressed. And, this was the beginning of my affair with Doctor Catherine B. Knight, Neurosurgeon, Wife and Mother of Three.