Interlude (25 page)

Her hands stopped, as struggled to process
her response. “I'm still not sure. I had a couple of phone chats
with my lawyer, and one thing led to another. I didn't want those
horrible people to get away with treating you so bad. I remember
when we first started messaging back and forth. All the things you
said you had to put up with from them. It wasn't fair.” Her voice
began to rise as she continued her rant. “I found you to be this
cute, funny, charming guy. You were so nice! It's hard to carry a
conversation with most guys for more than a few minutes, but you
were different. We would stay up until two AM messaging back and
forth like teenagers. I got to know you better than I know myself.
Through that, I came to see how bad your life was. Maybe you didn't
see it, but I did. The fact that what happened today makes you feel
bad just tells me that you really are the nice guy I fell in love
with. I'm sorry if it was too much for you, but my mind was made
up.” She finished.

Cal stood there processing her words. She
made a few good arguments, and he couldn't say that her heart
wasn't in the right place. He turned around and wrapped his arms
over her shoulders. “You don't have to make any apologies babe.
They would have destroyed me, and acted like complete assholes
doing it, had you not sent your lawyer in to help. Thank you.” With
that, he leaned in and kissed her on her beautiful lips. Her long
rant had left her charged up, as she returned the kiss with her
own. With Cal still up against the front door, she pressed her body
into his as her leg came up his side to rub on him slowly. Her
tongue gently danced around with his as they kissed like only two
lovers can. They knew each other’s rhythm. Their kisses became a
kind of communication. Words became unneeded as they continued
their make out session. Cal ran one hand over her stocking covered
leg, as the other caressed her belly softly. Her slow moans and
their fervent kissing became the only noise in the whole house.

“God, I love you so much it hurts.” Cal
admitted between kisses. Karen paused, she pulled away from him
slightly as her long arms draped over him. Karen paused, her green
eyes still only half open. She gave him a slow, confident smile as
she pulled him into a strong hug.

“I love you too Cal. I've never felt like
this about anyone. Ever. You make me happy in ways I didn't know
were possible. I have everything I could ever want and it means
nothing if I can't have you too.” She said in his ear between her
kisses and bites. She suddenly stopped and stood away from him.
“That reminds me; I picked up something for you on my trip.” She
went over to her luggage, still sitting on the entryway floor. She
unzipped the top and pulled out a garment of some kind. “No
peeking!” She said excitedly as she darted around the corner. As
Cal stood there, he could hear her struggling out of her outfit.
After a short while, she walked back around the corner and leaned
up against the wall. As she extended her arm gracefully she asked,
“Do you like it?”

Cal could only stare open mouthed as she
stood there. She had donned a tight, lace corset that pressed her
bosom up into a fountain of cleavage. The delicate boning of the
lingerie ran down her sides, holding her trim figure in an
hourglass shape that seemed almost unnatural. The garter straps
dangled down her thighs, bouncing about freely as she switched her
footing. Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, the shiny
tendrils spilling down her neck.

Cal finally tried to speak. “Wow, it's, um,
you look great babe.” He said, adding, “This isn't right, you're
the soon-to-be birthday girl, and I'm the one getting the
surprise.”

She gave him a lazy smile. Karen had wanted
him since she left for the airport. What guy gets up in the middle
of the night to bake your favorite muffins? Only this one…, She
thought to herself. She yearned for his touch, to be close to him
and feel his warmth. She wanted to smell his unique scent, the one
she remembered from their first encounter in Avila Beach. She was
cranky the whole trip, and that was part of the reason why she
decided to wreak havoc on his ex-wife’s family. She didn't want to
tell him how much pleasure it brought her to screw Alice's family!
As she spoke with her lawyer over the phone, the thought of getting
even with the people who hurt Cal made her horny in ways that were
still confusing to her. Now she was here with him, all-alone in
that big house.

She led him over to the couch. His strong
hands were enough to make here weak in the knees as she pushed him
down on the sofa. Karen straddled his legs, her crotch pushing into
his abdomen as she moved forward to kiss him again. She could feel
his rock hard erection pushing against his pants. She ground
against it, feeling the detail of his manhood as she pushed harder
against him. Being trapped in the corset was making her hot and
bothered. As she moved about, the boning on the sides dug into her
skin. As if he sensed this, Cal caressed her sides slowly. His
touch was now just an agent of torture as she struggled out of the
lace g string. While she was standing, Cal took the opportunity to
shimmy out of his pants and shirt. Standing there in only his boxer
briefs, Cal gave her a surprised look when she hooked her leg
behind his and forced him back on the couch.

She kissed him with renewed vigor as Cal
struggled half-hardheartedly beneath her. He felt like he was vying
for his own dominant stance as she leaned into him harder. She
moved her free hand down to his boxer briefs and felt around for
her prize. As she pulled him free of his underwear, he let loose a
low growl as she stroked his impressive length slowly. She could
feel his freed manhood brushing against her. Cal was making every
effort to penetrate her as she hovered right above him. She smiled
confidently at him, lording her power as she refused his thrusts
and gyrations with a giggle. Her toes curled with anticipation, and
her pelvic muscles tightened ever so little. She wanted him, but
only on her terms.

Karen dipped herself lower, allowing his
manhood partial entry before she slid down his body. He groaned in
defeat as his rod slid back out of her and she came to rest on her
knees in front of him. She ran her hands along the fabric of the
couch cushion as her head rested in his lap. She felt so safe here.
She only wanted to make him happy. Grasping his throbbing erection,
she slowly ran her tongue around the head, marveling at how her own
salty taste mingled with his. She felt him move his hips slightly
as she pushed her mouth all the way down on him. She could feel him
at the back of her throat as she began a slow, in and out rhythm.
She looked up at him, as he regarded her with half open eyes. She
gave him a coy look and continued her pattern. As she felt him
nearing closer to the edge, she slowed just enough to keep him
teased. She wanted to stay here for as long as possible. She wanted
to give him pleasure any way she could. She dispensed with her
teasing and climbed back on top of him. As she slowly pushed him
inside of her she let out a slow, squeaking sigh. She leaned
forward, the feeling of his breath on her neck making her that much
wetter as she moved up and down.

“I want to be on top.” Cal whispered hoarsely
to her.

“No.” She said with glee. Then she moved
faster, knowing that he would force his way if she gave him half a
chance. He placed his hands on her thighs and relinquished his say
in the matter.

“This is my birthday wish. I wanted to be
pleasured by a handsome stud. Now, you're going to sit there
quietly while I make my wish come true.” She said in her most
business-like voice.

Cal closed his eyes and smiled. “Whatever you
say ma'am,”

Karen took to focusing on her own needs. She
playfully gyrated her hips, moving him around inside of her as he
continued to make his own thrusts from underneath her. She would
occasionally tug his hair as if he were a saddled horse. He was her
horse today, and she was going to ride him into the sunset. She
quickened her thrusts as he moaned softly. She could feel herself
building, the telltale pulsations that signaled the arrival of her
gigantic orgasm. Her whole body convulsed and tightened as Cal
began writhing underneath her. His climactic release pushed her
over the edge, as she finished her assault on him in a series of
short gasps and grunts. Her thrusts slowed as she sat atop him
exhausted. She relished the occasional twitch from his manhood, as
it sent ticklish waves of pleasure throughout her body. Cal stirred
underneath her, as she rested her forehead on his.

“Babe, I've still got to make your cake for
tomorrow.” He said.

“Can't we just sit here a little longer?” She
pleaded mildly. All at once, he flipper her over and pinned her to
the couch! She emitted a quick shudder when he pulled out of
her.

“Sorry hon. Duty calls.” He teased. He made
his way to the kitchen as she sat on the couch, quietly recalling
her favorite moments of this most recent encounter. She could hear
him cracking eggs and mixing as she drifted off into a peaceful
sleep. Her last visions were of him, cooking in her kitchen wearing
only his underwear.

She awoke once in the middle of the night.
She'd had a dream that involved her ex, and found herself clinging
to poor Cal like a cat trying to get out of a bath. As she released
her fingernails from his side, he rolled over sleepily and spooned
her. Then, she smiled and slept the rest of the night.

The afternoon of her birthday was beautiful.
The coastal fog from earlier in the day had dissipated, leaving the
sun to warm her guests as she made small talk. Cal had somehow
managed to invite literally everyone she knew. He even invited his
friend Jeremy, which seemed kind of odd to her. She and Cal smiled
from afar as Jeremy flirted awkwardly with Karen's gaggle of catty
friends. Cal outdid himself. For her birthday he had prepared a
light, Tuscan-style buffet. As her party guests sampled antipasto
and grilled tuna steaks, her friends took every opportunity to get
Cal's recipes.

“Oh my God Cal, do you ever stop cooking?”
Cassie teased him as he refilled her drink.

“No. Karen eats like a horse, and I'm always
trying out new recipes anyway. It works out pretty good for us.” He
said.

He craned his neck to watch Soren and Ethan.
They were both drinking like sailors, and someone was going to have
to drive them home. Richard gave him a knowing nod, indicating he
would watch over them and their advanced level drinking. As he
surveyed everyone, Julie came up to him and gave him a big hug. She
finished it with a quick kiss on his cheek. Embarrassed by her
showering of affection, he gave her a friendly smile.

“What was that for?” He asked cautiously.

She looked in his blue eyes and smiled. “For
what you've done to my best friend. She's so much happier now.
Before you came along, she was really it the dumps. She talks about
you all the time. Please please, don't you ever hurt her.” She
said, pulling him into another hug. Karen came back out to the
patio with more refreshments. She saw the two of them and gave Cal
an apologetic shrug. He returned the gesture as Julie went off to
talk to her dad and Soren.

“What was that all about?” She asked him.

Cal filled up the appetizer trays. “It was
just more threats to never, ever hurt you. For a girl who sells
deadly weapons, you sure do have a lot of people watching your
back.” He joked confidentially.

“All of my friends thought I was damaged
goods after I split with Kyle. You changed that, and they like you
for it. We girls are funny that way. Just don't do too good of a
job, or they'll get jealous.” She teased.

“Yes ma'am.” He said with a mocking
salute.

Cal made his way around the crowd, getting to
know Karen's friends as he covertly plugged them for information on
his mysterious girl. He was nervous about her gift. As if sensing
his apprehension, Jeremy came over to talk with Cal while Karen was
across the patio.

“Dude, she's gonna flip! Are you pumped or
what?” He said enthusiastically.

Cal gave his friend a worried look. “I don't
know man. She doesn't even ride motorcycles. Plus, I'm pretty sure
she's gonna be pissed when she finds out we fixed up her dad's
bike.”

Jeremy waved his hand dismissively. “Naw man,
she'll love it!” He walked off to snack on appetizers by where the
girls were sitting. As the afternoon turned into evening, Cal
brought out her cake. He had made the most chocolate of chocolate
cakes. The frosting was a mix of rich ingredients that left it
almost jet black. Everyone gave him a strange look when they saw
the lit candles were arranged in the shape of a question mark. He
addressed the whole group.

“Karen never told me her real age. From what
I can gather, it's somewhere between twenty seven and forty three.”
He joked. Karen put her hand on his arm.

“It's twenty eight, and very funny by the
way.” She smiled. She leaned down to blow out the candles. She held
her hair out of that way as she tried to make it through all of
them. Everyone cheered and Cal got busy cutting the cake. Once he
had finished up dishing the slices, he noticed Karen's girlfriends
were eying him apprehensively. Their looks darted from the cake
they were holding, and back to him as they stood there moving back
and forth on their feet.

Cal smiled and told them, “It's okay, it's
just my normal cake recipe.” They dug in. Cal watched them as they
swooned and made little moaning noises. Their little displays of
rapture made him chuckle quietly.

“You liar,” Cassie yelled jokingly as she
finished her slice.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Karen asked.
She had already made it halfway through her piece as well. Cal only
gave her a little wink.

As Cassie made her way over to the remaining
cake, he took the opportunity to rib her some more.