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I woke up the next morning alone in my bed, after a deep, restful sleep. I remembered the vivid dream I had had, and shivered as the details ran through my mind. I thought that my infatuation with Wendy was getting out of hand. I could even smell... I was EXTREMELY distracted at work for the rest of the day. I called Wendy, but she wasn't in her office, and her voice mail said she would be back around two. I waited for her return call, and the clock slowed to a snail's pace. At about three, Wendy called and asked if I wanted to meet her for an after-work beer at my favorite sidewalk cafe. I agreed, and she said, "Can't talk... gotta run. See ya there."
We met as planned, and she gave me a short, wet kiss before sitting down. She sat, ordered a beer, and merrily babbled about her day, pausing only to sip her beer and smoke. I never got a word in. After we finished our beer, Wendy rose and said, "I'm ready to go eat now. I'll pay since you don't look like you're eager to cook. Remember, I'm not a student anymore, love." I shrugged, because I didn't feel like cooking, but after what had happened the last time I made her dinner, I wanted to try that recipe again.
"Where do you want to go?", I waved my arms to indicate the plethora of restaurants within walking distance.
"How about we go to your place and call out? There's that delivery service from different restaurants. I'm in the mood for something different." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The untouchable woman of my fantasies had spent last night with me, and now wanted to go right back to my place.
"OK!!! I have the list of restaurants and menus from the delivery company." I couldn't contain my enthusiasm.
When we got to my place, Wendy looked at the menu book, and quickly chose an upscale restaurant specializing in gourmet food. I blinked, but since she was paying, I wasn't going to argue. As soon as she put the phone down, she resumed the conversation (monologue?) where she stopped it at the cafe, and I thought she was on something.
"Wendy!... Wendy!... SLOW DOWN! YOU ARE MAKING ME NERVOUS!" She blushed. "Where did this conversational energy come from? Do you realize that I have hardly said a word until now?" Wendy smiled sheepishly, and lowered her eyes.
"Sorry. It's just that when I get excited and happy, I talk non-stop. You already know that. After two years...You remember when I turned in my thesis, better still, remember when I passed my orals?"
"How could I forget? I remember you getting extremely drunk, and I had to drive you home. The next morning. After you had damn near gotten me killed when you flirted with that guy and then came to talk to me." I paused, remembering how the guy in question had cocked his fist to hit me. Fortunately, he was only a little less drunk than Wendy, and he broke his hand on the wall. I also remembered how she moaned about how sick she was, and how she decorated my carpet. She slept in my bed that night, but I stayed in the living room.
Wendy had gotten me into her conversation, and away from the questions on my mind. By the time I found another opening, dinner had arrived. "Craig, do you have any candles, and something to put them in?"
"Of course! Every romantic has candles and a candle-holder. Look in the second drawer, below where I keep the silverware." She found them and set the table. When she had finished, she turned the lights off, and closed the curtains in the apartment. Wendy had created a romantic dinner for two, and she did it right in front of my face, without my noticing.
Dinner was fantastic. The gourmet restaurant earned its reputation, I decided. My mind drifted through various fantasies of me and Wendy. We relaxed after dinner, faces illuminated by candlelight, the wonderful meal occupying the conversation. Wendy put a cigarette in her holder. (Was she using that thing an awful lot, or what?) She lit it with one of the candles, and exhaled leisurely. Damn, she looked awful sexy in the candlelight and... My cock stirred. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
Wendy looked at me and shook her head. "Craig, you are the most dense individual I've ever met. Here I am, trying to seduce you, and you don't even blink."
So that's what she was excited and happy about? "I hate to say this, but when I woke up this morning, I thought that last night was only a dream at first."
"A dream???", she cried. Wendy put her cigarette holder down, walked over to me, and took my hand. She lifted her dress and put my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaking wet. "Does this feel like a fucking dream, Craig??? Sweetheart, you've been sleeping alone far too long. But we can fix that." Wendy kissed me briefly, turned, and then headed for the bedroom. I was still sitting in the dining room in shock. "Are you going to fuck me or do I have to do myself?", she yelled after a minute. I got up and went around the corner.
I saw Wendy's naked body stretched out on my bed. She rubbed her pussy with one hand. My erection throbbed painfully, still trapped in my clothes. I undressed very quickly. My cock stood out from my body. "See? HE remembers me.", Wendy pouted, and pointed at my dick. I climbed onto the bed and went to suck her pussy. She stopped me, and said, "If you want to taste me, here." She stuck four of the fingers that had been playing with her pussy in my mouth. "I want you to fuck me - NOW.", she hissed. I didn't have to be told again.
I put my cock at the entrance to her dripping-wet cunt, and pushed it in without resistance. I immediately started to hump Wendy, lifting my cock out of her completely before putting it back in on each stroke. Wendy's cunt felt like it was tailored to fit me specially. The walls of her cunt grabbed harder at my dick. She started panting, and then wrapped her legs around my back. "Oh. Ohh. Ohh.", she squeaked with each thrust, and she matched my rhythm. When the initial lust of entry had diminished, I became aware of her pubic bone grinding against mine.
I started to slow down, and ground my hips at her when I was all the way in her cunt. She moaned softly, and nibbled on my ear. I stopped at the end of one stroke, mashed my pelvis into hers, then rotated my hips slowly. Wendy's mouth made a little 'O', but no sound came out, and her eyes fluttered. Then it happened. "Ooohhhhhhhh, goddddd, Iiiiiiieeee, uh!". She wailed like a banshee, her hips bucked and rolled, her legs squeezed me tighter, and I felt her cunt gripping and releasing my cock rapidly. I had to stop pumping, but kept rolling my hips with hers.
Wendy's face was completely red, matching her hair. She was having trouble breathing, and she kept making little hiccuping noises. Then her hips started to slow down, and her breathing became slower, and deeper. She let out a long moan, and gave me a deep, wet kiss. "Ohhhh, baby. I love you.", she purred in a throaty voice. Then, her voice went up an octave and a half and she squeaked, "Fuck me!" The little girl quality of her voice caught me a little by surprise, and turned me on even more. I started to pump at her with renewed vigor. Wendy egged me on.
"Fuck me!... Yeah!... Fuck me!... Fuck me... ohhh... yess ... baby, I want it... fuck - fuck - fuck meee!", she gasped in my ear, pausing to flick her tongue around my face and neck. "Wen - Wendy - I'm gonna - come!", I panted in warning as I felt my balls tighten.
The little-girl voice answered. "Inme? - I - want - you - in - me. - Come..." I groaned loudly, and my cock felt like it was exploding. I frantically rotated my hips against her while my cock spurted inside her. Wendy cried, "Ohhh, I feel iiiiiit!", and climaxed again.
I rolled off of her when my dick got soft enough for her to release me. I was worn out. Wendy sighed contentedly, and rolled over. We kissed for a long time. "You're not dreaming this. Just in case, I'll be staying here tonight, so you won't wake up by yourself in the morning. I'm sorry about last night, but you looked so peaceful this morning, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. Besides it was dark outside when I left." She looked at me tenderly.
My mind told me that now was the time to bring up the subject I had been avoiding all evening. My dick was too tired to object. "Wendy, last night you gave me a blow job, right?"
"Ye-es.", she smiled. "Enjoy it?"
"God, yes. I saw stars. But... I...", my voice trailed off as I tried to say it.
"Ohhh, I see. The kiss afterwards.", she correctly deduced. "Why did you do it?", I asked, rolling onto my side. She stood up, and lazily stretched. Then she started out of the bedroom. "Because I always wanted to do that with a guy. What's good for the goose and all that." I was not amused that she had decided to make a case for equality of the sexes with my come. Wendy reappeared and tossed me her lighter. She sat on the bed and crossed her long legs. I lit her cigarette, and she slowly exhaled.
"That kiss is really bothering you isn't it?", she asked.
I sat up next to her. "Yes. I'm - uncomfortable with it. You said you always wanted to do that with a guy. What about Don?"
"Not a chance. He'd never let me."
"What made you think I'd be any more willing than him???" Wendy dragged on her cigarette, and started, "Because,", pausing to exhale smoke, "I'm bigger than you, sweetheart. You had no choice." She continued to smoke, and I tried to come up with a rebuttal, so the room was silent. She took one last drag, and extinguished her cigarette.
"You know, Craig, I came like crazy when you responded to that kiss, and started to kiss me back.", Wendy said, in her low, throaty, seductive voice. "And for that reason, I'm going to want to do it again."
"What makes you think I'll let you get me in that situation again?"
Wendy fixed me with those wonderful blue eyes. "Because you think I'm the sexiest woman in the world. Because I can seduce you with a flick of my lighter. Because you want me." She flopped back onto the bed. "I'm going out with Don tomorrow night. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you.", she sighed. I felt betrayed, but Wendy continued speaking. "I'm afraid he won't take the news very well."
"What news?", I wondered aloud, feeling a little stab of jealous -
"That it's our last date." JOY! "Craig, you want to come over to my place Saturday, and pway wif me?", she lisped.
"Onwy if my mommy says I can." We giggled, and I buried my tongue in Wendy's mouth. We fell asleep after necking gently for a while. Wendy made me feel like a high-school kid. It was after midnight on Thursday. Saturday seemed as if it would never arrive.