College Girl

Was that, did I miss, no,
you do it again

A wink

I look around and see
an old man drinking alone,
three middle-aged suits indulging
in a midweek happy hour

There’s no one else in this direction.

Maybe then you meant it for me
in my ratty tee and faded jeans
not a man-hunting outfit by any standard and
you definitely not a man

your kohl-rimmed mascara-lined eyes beam merrily
at my confusion so I wave, what else can I do without
being unfriendly and you take that
as an invitation hips swish swaying in a black sheath leaving

nothing to the imagination of
the old man and three suits
feasting upon the acres of exposed flesh
sauntering my way

Drinks in hand one of which looks
an awful lot like the Tom Collinses
I have been downing all evening
teetering on those vertiginous heels that make your legs
         stretch
                   onwards
                             into infinity

What are the rules for these kinds of things?

I find myself checking you out right alongside
the pervy old man and the drunken leering suits
wondering if your breasts
are as soft as they look and if your cherry-stained
lips taste as ripe

disorienting confusing thoughts but
totally understandable
How could anyone look at you
sashaying through a crowded bar, a fine piece of ass
by any standard, and not think of
what that dress is hiding?

The old man and the suits move out of your way
and you slink up to the bar
next to me putting both drinks down
You place one hand on my shoulder
drawing circles

I bought you a drink, you purr
and holy shit my nipples tighten
just like that I am squirming in the seat like you
said something dirty watching you lick the salt off
of the rim of your margarita on the rocks

I imagine that tongue licking me
and I shiver

Want to get out of here, you ask the sexy purr
a little muted, nervous even, as if
you finally realized that I am not
the type to go home with anyone on the
first date and that I have never gone
home with a woman

Hell I didn’t even know it was an issue until right
now your perfume clouding my thoughts

I give in to the temptation
         collecting
that drop of liquid glistening on your lower lip and it
feels softer than I had dared imagine you grin
Almost like a challenge and I suck on my finger
tasting salt and tequila and an indefinable essence that can
only be you while your hand travels
down my back

resting
         comfortably on top of the waistband of my
low slung jeans

Like we had done this a hundred times
before leaning in closer you growl,
I’d pay

I realize you are talking about my shirt
one of those mildly risqué t-shirts every college girl
has emblazoned across the front
You have to pay to play which is a line
from an old song somewhere

My heart almost leaps out of my chest as you put
your other hand on my thigh,
Not anywhere not PG but the shock of it
In that moment I acknowledge that yes,
I want this, I want you
even though I have only a
vague idea of what comes next

how two women have sex a mystery to me I am positive
I am in good hands and you will teach me
what I need to know so sensing my capitulation
you signal the bartender for your check

Putting my drinks on your tab although you
didn’t have to
I would have gone with you anyways

And you can almost hear the disappointment of
all the men in the bar that whatever was happening between us
would now be happening somewhere else.

On the cab ride the silence is not awkward but
fraught with
         tension
I almost wish you had just taken me
out back and had your wicked way
with me this anticipation is a killer

We get out at a fancy hotel midtown near where I work
strangely enough and in the empty elevator on our way to your room
on the thirty second floor you push me up
against the wall and stick your tongue in my throat the fit
different from what I am used to but you are
an amazing kisser dialing down the pressure when you realize I
wouldn’t run

Taking the time to nibble and suckle on my lips your legs
in between mine, soft breasts rubbing against mine almost perfectly
Though you have to be a good five inches shorter
than I am but with the heels it makes no difference at all
We get off sort of
         wrapped around each other
as much as that tight little dress will allow

stumbling down the hall into your room where you
maneuver me towards the bed and turn on
the lights and damn you’re a knockout

Unzipping and shimmying out of the dress wearing
a smile and those
Killer heels
I’m staring like an idiot or a lunatic when all I want
is bury my face between those double D’s and suck
until you say stop

Strip, you say.

I worry I won’t live up to your expectations then relax
because after all you
came up to me so you’ve
already decided you like what you see

I get up from the bed and indicate
that you should sit I’m glad I took that pole dancing class when
your eyes light up I take one of the chairs and turn the
undressing into a striptease, full of saucy looks and
                   peek-a-boos
Finally I am as naked as you feeling shy now until you tell me,
Come here.

I lay down on the bed you climb on top of me, so much
lighter than I’m used to
but I have no time to panic as you
breathe into my mouth,
Trust me.

I do or why else would I be here so being
brave I sit up with you in my lap moving my back to the
headboard and it feels weird to be the one doing
         the holding
But you are so small, heels and breasts notwithstanding,
that I would break you if I was on top

you dig your hands into my hair take over my mouth, almost inhaling
me I get caught up in your frantic frenzy and yank
the clip from your hair it’s long down
to your mid-back easily and fantastic to the touch

I run my hands through it fascinated skimming your back
but not really
touching
until you moan in my mouth, unbelievably sexy, doing
something right I move my hands from your hair
to your ass, round and smooth, a true apple, to shift
you up and I bypass your neck entirely, enticing
though it is,
and take your left nipple
a puckered dusky brown, into my mouth and suck,
then the right,

Moving back and forth between the
two, licking the undersides and
lightly biting the nipples

More, you say and suddenly I don’t care that I’m too heavy
                   I roll you
under me like a pro using my body to open your legs wide
making room for me
between them

My hand sliding lower to your other pair of lips,
smooth and hairless, to gently rub the taut piece of flesh
your clit a hard nub and I figure the place to start
is with what I like watching your reaction
carefully, lips on your belly I use my thumb and forefinger to pinch it
a little roughly and you scream

I’m not sure if with pleasure until you grab my head and
                             push

me downwards my face in your pussy I spread you
wider apart taking a
nice long lick surprised at how sweet you taste
Nothing at all like I’d imagined

French kissing your clit and moving
a finger in and out of your pussy slow hard thrusts inwards and
you pushed back
almost pulling my hair out begging for more so I do
giving you another finger
and then a third,

Scraping you with my teeth as I sucked

When you started shaking moaning
something incoherent that might have been in
Spanish I knew I had made you come

Instead of thinking ok now it’s my turn
like I usually do after a well-executed blow job
I found myself licking you softly hooking my ring finger
inside you until I thought it was right around where
         the g-spot should be
You bucked up and I had a winner on my hands
because I could make you come another three,
four times easy
before my hands and lips even got tired

I settle down to eat you out in earnest feeling
much more confident after you come again I lift my head
to see you laid out before me a dessert table with all the treats
a girl could want and I tell you to
Play with your nipples because I like watching
not sure if you’ll let me

but you open your mouth and breathe out harder
turned on by the command I reward you for being
such a good little girl
by making a fist and easing it inside you because
damn if I don’t like the feeling of having your tight little pussy
                   clench
         around my hand

I tell you hold out those beautiful breasts so I can
lick them and my mouth on your breasts, right left right left,
makes you come again
You leave scratches on yourself I draw my hand out and
smile
at your glassy satiated eyes and
parted lips

For a long while until you fall asleep with us
still limb in limb
your hair the blanket for our cocoon
I close my eyes and shift to be next to you gathering you
into my arms to breathe your scent on my tongue

I too fall asleep

And wake to find a note
name and number and
a promise to return the favor if I meet you again
tomorrow night

I clutch the paper to my chest and drink in
the tangible reminder of the little piece of heaven
I discovered last night.

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Author's Note:  check out "What Makes Three"  for a continuation, of sorts