nothing to diminish the upward thrust of her nipples, high
and hard as she ran her hands across her body. Then she was on the table again
and between my naked legs, and the sensation as her tongue caressed my nether
lips was a frantic wave of pleasure that coursed through me like a long pent-up
tide.
D___ had performed oral on me when I asked him. But for the last
few months, I hadn’t had the strength to ask.
Not that name. Not here, not now.
I pushed the memories and the darkness away. I had her head in my
hands as she licked me, as she sucked my clitty with a hunger I could feel. I lost
track of time, conscious only of the ebb and flow of my pleasure that pushed me
eventually to climax again, even more strongly than the first times. I had one
hand shoved in my mouth, biting down on it to keep from screaming.
She was up against me suddenly, sucking at my nipples like a
hungry child. My hands were at her back, pulling her into me. My legs were
wrapped around her, my hands at her butt, so soft and firm. This close, her
petite frame seemed dwarfed by me, and I wanted to just close against her, wrap
myself tight around her darkness like a rose blossom closing at the touch of
night.
I felt her kiss me. Her lipstick was cinnamon. Her lips sucked at
mine as if she was drinking from me. My sex, my breasts, my mouth, everything
inside me was poured out for her. I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t kiss
her back.
She pulled another flannel sheet from the basket and covered me
with it as I curled fetal. She held me tight for a long while before she
whispered in my ear.
“I have another client and I have to go, but there’s no one here
for another half hour. You can stay for as long as you need. Just relax and
rest. Get yourself off again if you like. No one will bother you.”
She kissed me again. I kissed her back this time.
Never a woman’s tongue in your mouth before. How soft. So
soft.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Thank you,” I whispered in response. It was the first thing I
had ever said to her, I realized.
She pulled her top back on, pert and professional again in a
heartbeat. But as she gathered up her basket and stepped to the second door,
she turned back.
“Most of the guests go for dinner around six or seven, but the
chef lays in an even better course at nine. I’ll book a table for us. If you
like.” When she smiled, it carried the shyness again, so completely at odds
with what had just happened here.
“I’d like that,” I heard myself saying. Then she was gone.
Part Four
D___ HAD PICKED OUT the resort, but as with the outfit
I’d worn for the drive up, I’d picked out my clothes. Even leaving the
apartment in tears as I had, no idea where he’d gone or if he was coming back, I’d
clung to that last shred of the life I felt rapidly falling apart around me.
As I stepped out of the bath that night, I was very glad of that.
How long has it been since you had a first date, anyway?
The afternoon had passed by in a blur. I hadn’t stayed long in
the bodywork suite, and I certainly hadn’t gotten myself off again, as she put
it. I felt like I was making some sort of walk of shame through the spa,
worried that every set of eyes would be watching me, that every gasp and groan
and moan of pleasure I’d made had been heard. But no one looked at me as I
quietly padded back to the elevator. No one commented on the flush that I still
felt at my face. No one heard the wetness between my legs that I was sure must
be sloshing as I walked, it was so overwhelming.
Back in my room, I soaked in the tub until the water had grown
tepid. I dressed and went for a long walk, following the signs along what
looked to be the easiest of the resort’s hiking trails. I had my earbuds in and
my iPod turned up, because I needed not to think. Because I needed not to let
myself feel as afraid as I knew I should be.
Everybody says that change is always scary.
I needed to not remember what had happened in