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It was the following Friday. She had swallowed the pill. She didn’t detect any changes, but then, she didn’t expect to. Steven had called her at 4:00 telling her take the pill at 7:00 and to make baby sitting arrangements. Fortunately, her parents stepped in to take her angel for a sleepover. Steven arrived shortly after 7:00, beer on his breath. That was definitely not a good sign. One of them without caution was plenty, and by default, that role should be strictly hers. She could only guess that he was as nervous about this as she was. In any case, he wasn’t drunk. And the beer breath was… kinda sexy.
“Tell me you love me,” Steven said.
“I do.”
Steven wasn’t satisfied. “No, I want to hear you say the words.”
“I love you.”
He smiled at that. “I’m going to go to the bedroom and pick out what I want you to wear tonight.”
“Take your time. I don’t think it’s kicked in yet.”
“You did take the pill, right?”
“Of course!”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
What was he going to pick out! She laid on the living room couch. It wasn’t long before she realized her hand had sneaked its way between her legs. Not enough to get anything started, but she knew she was turned on. What had he dreamed up?
He came back quite a bit later, very excitedly. “It took me a while to dig through all your shoes. Okay, please stand by the glass doors.” She did. “Okay, now open the curtains.., good. Now, turn around and look out the door.” She did. It was dark outside, but she could just make out Steven’s reflection in the glass, as well as the lamp shades at each end of the couch behind him. She could still make out the lights of the house behind theirs through the reflection. The Conners might be home, or they might not. They seemed to leave their lights on all the time. She flushed a little, guessing what she was about to do.
“Has the pill… started yet? Are you turned on?”
“Yes, surprisingly, as you haven’t done anything to help. You haven’t even given me a kiss.”
“I’ll make that up to you. Take off your sweat shirt.”
She guessed correctly. Undressing in front of whoever is out there. Did she have a choice here? Maybe she did. Still, she took off her top. The odds were favorable that no one was looking, though she would be more at ease during spring or summer when leaves had sprouted on the trees behind the house. She started to turn towards Steven.
“No, stand there. Just toss your sweat shirt on the floor. That’s a hideous bra. I wish I could get you to destroy all the plain ones. Anyway, take it off.”
She reached behind her. Snap. Snap. And Snap. It used to only take two to hold her boobs in place. She pulled it over her arms, and dropped it on the floor.
“That’s great. I can only see the back of you, and you look awesome. Okay, now the sweat pants.” And her panties soon followed. He came closer and placed her spaghetti strapped high heeled shoes, with the silver sequins, on the floor beside her.
“Okay, step into those.” She did. “Okay, very nice. I love how heels make your legs look. Now, spread your legs about a foot apart. A little bit more. Lean forward just a bit. There.” She heard the clicking of his Nikon SLR. Digital all the way. She had known when he bought it that he would be using it to photograph her. But it was better than dropping film at the drug store!
“Are you wet?”
“Yes!”
“Place your hands high on the door.” She did, and he took pictures of her from several angles before retreating to the area behind her.
“I can see your cunt lips perfectly. They look wet. Turn around.”
She did, to a series of fill flashes and clicks.
“You are beautiful.”
“Thank you. It must be the shoes.”
Steven laughed. “They do like very nice… I’ll admit. But it’s the rest of you I’m interested in. Now put these on.” He placed her clothes on the coffee table.
“Any particular order?”
“Yes, the tank top first.”
She pulled it on, nestling her breasts inside, barely. Clearly, he hadn’t “forgotten” the bra. It was an intentional “oversight.” And just as clearly, he had chosen a shirt that fit her before she was pregnant. It had been slightly big, and now it was noticeably small.
“I’m amazed you got your stomach back in shape. You were so big! And now you’re as sexy as ever.”
Sexier, to hear Carolyn say it. But yes, she was proud of the work she had put into it, and she was glad she could still wear a midriff and get away with it.
“Those nipples are killing me.” He took a few pictures. While her breasts had settled in to the current size, she hadn’t grown accustomed to her nipples. After nursing, they seemed to maintain a puffier shape, breaking the natural slope of her breasts. She wondered if their darker tint would show through the yellow fabric. And they seemed to harden at the slightest provocation.
“Now the skirt.” She put it on. It was a black leather skirt she had bought mostly as a tease intended for the bedroom. It was open sided, showing her hips, with laces connecting the pieces. It was advertised as a micro-mini, and it wasn’t false advertising. It covered her buns, at least. It did, in any case, complement nicely the golden yellow of her top.
“Okay, smile for a few pics.” She gave him more than that, with some cheesy cupcake poses she and her friends used to make fun of back in school.
They went to dinner at Le Craze, a funky, mixed grill restaurant in the artsy community, thankfully on the opposite side of town. Charlotte was a large city, but she had a lot of friends, and she always seemed to bump into one of them when eating out or shopping. It was late enough to be past the family dining crowd, if families actually ate there. Her outfit didn’t stand out as much as it would at, say, Ryan’s Steakhouse, but she was still conspicuous in a place where everyone came to stand out. She got her share of lustful stares, even without all the piercings and tattoos that otherwise seemed to be the fashion with clientele.
The lack of any private booths kept a degree of attention on her throughout the meal, that was for sure. The difference, she realized, was that she was the only one dressed provocatively, whereas almost everyone else was dressed, amusingly enough, to not conform.
There were better tables available, but Steven seemed quite pleased with the one near the middle that the hostess had led them to. There wasn’t a man or woman within eyeshot, including the kitchen help, she noticed, who hadn’t give her the once over. Or twice over…quite a compliment, really, considering the younger girls there. And Steven noticed too. He had a gloating, maybe boastful, look in his eye, which was not, she realized, the most endearing.
“Hayley,” he said in a soft voice, “your breasts look wonderful in that top.”
What to say to that? “Thank you.”
“Do you know that your nipples show through the fabric?”
“Yes. I noticed. They are darker now than they used to be.”
“I didn’t think you would wear it out of the house.”
“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
He didn’t answer, but his continued to dart left and right, observing. Admiring? She hoped so. It was a show for him, after all.
Aside from the indiscrete nature of her top, a further distraction was that there were no tablecloths, and the tables were glass. She had to carefully mind her legs… Or did she? Hmmm. Should she flash him? She was definitely turned on.
She slipped her foot out of her shoe, and rubbed the outside of Steven’s leg with it. If he paid attention, he would see that she had to stretch her leg quite a bit... Yes. There. He had to move his placemat to the side slightly to see, but now he was looking right at her snatch, as he ought.
“Okay, while you’re sitting there, so openly, I want a taste of you.”
Whoa! What did he mean by that? Was he going to lick her from under the table? “Umm, what do you mean?”
“Use your finger.”
“Here? Right now?”
“Yes.”
She was dieing inside, even as she smiled and held up her index finger. “Will this one do?”
“Yes, that would be perfect.”
It was rather simple really. She could see the challenge in his eyes. Maybe he thought it was a test of some sort. She locked her eyes with his and moved her finger to her cunt, keeping her hand in a fist with her finger outstretched the entire way. Ahh, the drama. She loved hooking a man’s attention, even in this environment.
Her skirt was… no obstacle. She spread her legs even farther apart for effect, and smiled at him as her finger rubbed her clit several times before dipping just below. He surprised her by keeping eye contact. She thought for sure that he would look towards her cunt. Her finger emerged amazingly wet and sticky. She held it so he could see the wetness, then held it out to him across the table.
He sucked her finger rather quickly, as if he didn’t want to be watched. Perhaps he was more uncomfortable than she was. She wasn’t daring enough to look around, but she felt like all eyes were on them. Maybe he was uncomfortable with the attention. Although she felt like she had stepped from a portal from domesticated housewife to, well, something else, she was certain this was new to him too.
“Mmmm. Nice. Bill Clinton was right about something after all, never mind the cigar.” He was making fun, but his face still held a look of amazement at what she had just done in the middle of a room full of people. It quickly faded into a measure of resolve. Desire? Control. Before she could come to terms with his change in demeanor, he spoke again.
“Okay.” He paused, nodding, at her, perhaps, or some thought. “Okay, then. Spread your legs again. I want to see this time.” She did, and he didn’t look at her covertly, if was even possible in the middle of a dining area, but stared through the table top at her sex.
Hayley felt like she should be blushing, but she wasn’t. What was going on here? Aside from her own behavior, she considered the effect the pill was having on Steven. This was so different from the man she married. There was no idle chit chat. There was nothing considerate in his manner, especially at the moment. And so much for his shyness.
This was a possibility Carolyn had prepared her for, however, and in Carolyn’s opinion, the best of his possible responses. She had become a sex object, a toy to him. But it was an incredible change in him that she had just witnessed, as if it was he that had taken a pill to effect such a change. She knew he loved her, but she also saw in his face that he no longer doubted the pill. Maybe he was just beginning to truly consider the possibilities, and that was exciting, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?
She was aware that he had said something while she had been reflecting. “With your tongue, so I can see,” he added. Or maybe repeated. Yes, that was it. He watched intently as she dabbled her finger again in her juices, then she stuck out her tongue to lick her finger slowly. She wasn’t accustomed to her own taste, but it wasn’t bad, and she slowly pressed her fingertip against her lower lip, slowly adding moisture as if she was applying lipstick.
Her reward was that he had to adjust his cock in his pants. It was good to know he wasn’t just being clinical about this.
The meal came and went, with no general conversation, but focused solely on the way she looked and acted so far, and his excitement about the remainder of the evening. And, of course, the only desert he wanted was between her legs, which he again sampled from her finger.
The waitress that had served them had been remarkably non-intrusive, but when Steven had paid the bill, Hayley laughed at the irony of the 22ish year old saying, “Ya’ll have fun, kids!”
Steven had backed into a parking spot at the restaurant when they had arrived, which wasn’t his normal habit. It made sense to her as they left, in the context of his next request. To that end, she stood behind the trunk, with the lid raised, and then stripped, which didn’t take long at all.
While the trunk lid hid her to a great extent from the general parking area, the illumination of the trunk light shown against her skin. Steven, of course, was there with his camera, and the flashes gave away any hopes of remaining inconspicuous.
In that vein, he loudly shut the trunk, all but inviting the world to look their way, where she was standing in high heels and, otherwise, all her naked glory. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, that she could see through the spots in her eyes. But, she knew, if there were, the cab light became a proverbial spotlight as she stepped into the passenger seat. Steven was there to close the door for her, the perfect gentleman. That is, if he hadn’t taken more pictures before closing it.
She was preparing herself for the inevitable trucker flashes as they drove towards the interstate, Steven having already told her that he would turn the cab light on and snap more pictures. And this was fine… She had known full well that one, if not more, of his three wishes would involve this. But the good part was that she really didn’t have an apprehension now. The show in the restaurant had put her in the mood, perhaps. Or maybe the relative safety of the car would be easier. She was getting too analytical. She was ready to do whatever he wanted, and it made her feel good that she was so willing.
Thus prepared, she was as quickly made uncomfortable again as Steven pulled into a Philips 66 gas station, just before the interstate ramp. She didn’t know that they were still in business. It was an older area of the city, and most of the nearby stores were out-of- business. The station had not been remodeled in some time, and it included only two fuelling islands, between which he stopped. It even had an attached service garage which didn’t appear to be used any longer.
“Get out and pump.”
She had a choice, didn’t she? Call the whole thing off, or…
“Get out and pump,” he repeated.
And it was what he wanted. There were no other cars fuelling, at least. Somehow the station’s lights seemed brighter as she exited the car. She had to walk around the back to the driver side, where she took the nozzle and began. Fortunately, it wasn’t a slow pump.
There were several honks from people who realized what was going on just after passed the entrance to the station and took the ramp, too late to stop and pull in, thankfully. And the pump itself provided some cover between her and the street. So.. all in all, it was kind of safe. Steven got out to take several pictures, and as a result of the camera flashes, several more vehicles honked as they passed. Steven got back in the car, just as the attendant came out. This took her aback. She was nervous now. She replaced the pump handle and looked at the meter.
“Miss, will that be cash or credit?”
Yeah. Good question. “You know what? I completely forgot my purse.” Looking at his young face, she knew she was guilty of contributing to the delinquency of a minor, not that he seemed to mind.
“You know, I thought the very same thing when you got out of your car, but I turned your pump on anyway.” He took a full minute, it seemed, crisscrossing her privates in amazement. She felt like she should cover herself, but it wasn’t really possible. And her nipples were annoyingly hard. Where was Steven? Wasn’t he going to give her some cash?
He finally stepped out, but only with one foot, enough to take a picture of her standing naked with this guy literally within arms reach. She was trying to decide between going to Steven’s window or just jump back into the car and let him deal with it, when she noticed that the attendant had finally managed to look her in the eyes.
“I usually require customers to pay before pumping at night. But, Ma’am. You’re paid in full.”
Good! An end to this! “Thank you very much.”
She walked rather quickly to the passenger door, but as she opened it and was about to hurriedly step in, she heard Steven say, “Wait. Step out of your shoes, then bend over to pick them up. Give him a show.”
Hayley looked over her shoulder to see that the attendant was still standing there watching, of course… And another car was entering the station. Time to move! She stepped out of both shoes, which was easy enough as they basically consisted of the heel sole, with a few thin strands to hold them in place. It was a strange thought, but it came nevertheless. She was nude at a gas station, and she felt relief to get out of her shoes because they were hurting her feet!
She did as Steven said, or, as she knew he wanted, bending only at the waist, keeping her legs straight, just as Steven had requested her to pose tens of times in the privacy of their home.
She swiftly scooped up her shoes with her left hand, and then between her legs with her right index finger, rubbing herself slightly. It felt good, the situation was too forced for any emotion. Besides, the doors opening from the other car made it too uncomfortable. “Time to go, Steven!” She climbed in quickly, and off they went.
After her pulse settled, she realized that they still had a drive ahead of them. An advantage for Steven about eating across town was that it made for a very long drive home. He didn’t drive very fast, and she began to wonder if he had chosen the restaurant as an unlikely place to see anyone they knew or whether it was solely because of the distance. After he had pulled aside three truckers and a couple SUV’s, during all of which she was told to fondle herself, the thought of a terrible ending to the night emerged. So, she went ahead and asked, “You are going to fuck me, aren’t you? I want you to fuck me.”
Steven just smiled. Damn him.
If the neighbors hadn’t seen her earlier, perhaps they would hear her as she and Steven spent the night on the back deck, lights out, with a foam pad and unzipped sleeping bags as bedding. She was too hot to need cover. And it seemed Steven had perhaps taken another Levitra at dinner. More foam would have been helpful for her knees, but the penetration was deep and she hungered for it. And Levitra should get an award, she decided, because she was able to continue satisfying herself long after Steven finished, riding atop him. He was a rock, and it was just what she needed to orgasm twice. And just after that, she was spent. It was time for a system shutdown. If he had anything else planned, it was too bad. His rock was his problem.
She awoke with a nudge. Steven said, “Hey, we should probably go inside before Chris and Toni come out. They usually have coffee on their deck Saturday mornings.”
She was not pleased to be awake, but he was right about that! It was a little cool out, and the sky was about to brighten quickly as the sun was just coming up. She gathered a sleeping bag around her and quickly dashed inside.
Steven followed, saying, “Wait, you weren’t that shy last night!” He embraced her in a hug; and the warmth of his body felt good to clear her chill. “What did you think?”
Hayley searched for an answer. “I don’t know. I feel… satisfied. My feet hurt a bit.”
“High heels. Maybe if you wore them more often you would get used to them! What do you remember?”
He had no understanding of high heels. She looked at the couch, where her clothes were. “Well, I remember the tank top. But, I don’t remember the skirt. The skirt! Where did you find that? I haven’t seen it in… what, a year and a half?”
“Maybe more, actually. Possibly the night you conceived.”
Hayley laughed. “Well, it is kind of fun. Does it still fit?”
Steven looked honestly surprised. “You don’t remember?”
“No.”
“Anything?”
“No. There’s a taste of mushrooms. Maybe some garlic. Did I have chicken?”
“You’re putting me on…”
“No, but it kind of turns me on. I can figure out the back deck. Was your wish everything you wanted it be? You have to tell me about it.”
“I might sometime. But let’s just say it was the best date I’ve ever had or could ever imagine, and it was with the woman I love.”
Perfect! “What could I possibly hear that could be any better than that? Come, make love to me.” She took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom, adding, “after I brush my teeth. Mushrooms, garlic, and morning breath. Bad combination.”