One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One (10 page)

"Wandered to me, I hope."

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Lisa was so strange. Had she forgotten that she was the one insisting he play games with other women?

"Just for the record," John asked her, "are these things we're arranging with Robin and Doug one-night stands, or are we supposed to manage things so we can fuck them again."

"So you're not thinking about me!" Lisa's voice carried a decided edge.

Lisa certainly made life complicated.

"You like the thought of fucking Robin, do you?"

None of this made any sense to John. "Truthfully? No. A week ago, I'd have probably said
yes
. After meeting you, I don't want to waste time on anyone else."

Lisa's voice softened, further confusing John. "That sounds suspiciously like a desire for commitment." Her voice cracked like a whip. "Now go fuck Robin until you get over it!"

A dial tone sounded in John's ear.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" he asked.

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Lisa almost couldn't contain herself as she put the finishing touches on dinner in preparation for her game. She was almost as excited as she had been with John in the cab and in the hallway. Not that the situations were equivalent. Then she had been wet with anticipation of fucking a hot guy who couldn't get enough of her. She didn't feel that way about Doug.

First, he fit the profile of a geek, not a hunk; and second he had always been there as a backup for her. No, what excited her about tonight was not fucking him, but the thought of teasing Doug to the edge of explosion and holding him there as long as humanly possible. Dress, food, music, movie—she had planned everything to force Doug over the edge without her ever having to touch him. And if by some chance he did manage to run the gauntlet without creaming his pants or jacking off in the bathroom, Lisa would convince him to let her take a ruler and measure his erection without having to go further.

The thought had her absolutely giddy with anticipation.

Teasing John to distraction had opened the door for her. John might call her beautiful, but Lisa knew the truth. It was only when she had a guy ready to lick her clean that she felt absolutely beautiful. Tonight, if she wanted to, she'd have Doug licking her toes.

Lisa checked the time. A quarter to seven. Fifteen minutes until Doug arrived. She slipped into the bathroom to check 82

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herself in the mirror. As promised, she had dressed only in John's blue dress shirt. Her breasts filled it out nicely, and while she'd left only two buttons undone at the top, she'd
allowed
the fourth to pop open so that Doug would have plenty of opportunities to glimpse her inner curves and nipples. And while the shirt was long enough to cover her pussy and ass while she stood, it was too short to keep her covered if she was forced to reach high into a cabinet to get a plate or glass. Of course, if she stood just right, he would glimpse something else while she stretched.

Lisa examined her legs. She had shaved them this afternoon and trimmed her bush to maintain the little narrow line that John had found so fascinating. Her underarms were also smooth in case things went that far. She knew that she had promised John to fuck Doug, but she didn't think he would be too upset if she found a way around the requirement. And if he did mind, well, wasn't upsetting John part of the reason they were playing this game?

The doorbell rang and Lisa checked her watch. Ten minutes to seven. Doug was early again.

Lisa pinched and twisted both of her nipples to make them stand out beneath her shirt.

It was time to start the show.

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John felt both nervous and excited as he stood before the buzzers in the lobby of Robin's building. He also felt somewhat fatalistic. Whatever happened tonight he was in for trouble. Whatever he did he could lose Lisa, and he could lose Robin. Except the truth was, he had never had Robin and he might not have Lisa.

Why did women have to make everything so difficult?

Maybe he couldn't fairly blame Lisa. He had just met her and he needed to consider the possibility that she was more unbalanced than commitment shy or insecure. But Robin!

John had known Robin for four long years. Four years of too-tight t-shirts and painted-on jeans and shorts. Four years of unreleased boners as he caught a cab home. He thought about all the times they'd gotten drunk together and he'd tried to talk her into showing him her breasts. He could see the idea excited her, but she just wouldn't pull up her shirt.

Then there was
the
night in his apartment. The memory of that evening still made him angry. They had been drinking and he had talked Robin into a game of strip poker. She'd been reluctant at first, but when he lost his shirt and pants in quick succession, she had started to relax and enjoy herself.

Then she'd lost her first hand and he had thought at last that he was going to get to see her bra-covered breasts. Robin had crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom edge of her t-shirt. She'd twisted the fabric, laughing nervously.

"Do I have to?" she had asked him.

John had simply indicated the cards.

"Can I take off my pants instead?"

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It wasn't what John had really wanted, but he'd agreed because he didn't want her to back out completely if he refused.

She wore hot red panties beneath her jeans, and the sight had made his cock form a tent within his boxers.

When Robin lost the next hand, she had screwed up her courage and pulled off her shirt. After three long years, John could finally stare at Robin's massive breasts covered only by a lacey black bra. Actually, Robin was too big for pure lace.

Some sort of satin composed the lower portion of the bra with only the top third made of the lighter covering. Normally this would only have shown John more of Robin's cleavage, but pulling off her t-shirt had refitted Robin's right breast in her bra and her incredibly huge nipple—fully engorged and erect—strained at the lace fabric.

Robin didn't bother to readjust her breast, and John couldn't tear his eyes off that heaving nipple. His cock began to scream within his boxers, forcing him to reach beneath the table and let his erection go free through his fly. The head of his rigid dick literally thumped into the lower side of the card table and he couldn't help massaging the shaft.

Robin shuffled the cards while he stroked himself and stared at the nipple poking through her bra. When she leaned forward to deal, the nipple slipped higher, showing John one edge of a reddish-brown aureole that had to be bigger than an old-fashioned silver dollar.

John released himself long enough to pick up his cards. He had a pair of twos, but couldn't remember if she had declared a wild card. His mouth felt too dry to ask.

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John exchanged three cards and got nothing. His chance of seeing those breasts evaporated rapidly. He tossed his hand face up onto the table and Robin gasped. She dropped her own pair of fives in front of her. John braced himself to rise in surrender when Robin beat him to it.

"Can I, can I take off my panties?"

John's eyes dropped from her incredible body to the cards on the table. Robin thought she had lost. The twos must have been wild. Hope surged within his chest. He was so close, but he might not win the next hand. If he'd had a lick of sense, he would have realized that that didn't matter. Instead, he was a drunken fool who spoke the first thing to come into his head. "I really need to see your nipples."

Robin bit her lip in either fear or disappointment. Still standing, she reached behind her to unfasten the bra. Her breasts strained even harder against the lacey black restraint.

He could tell she was making progress. One hook, two, but by the third, tears were rolling down her face.

"I'm sorry, John. I just can't!"

Robin snatched up her t-shirt and jeans and ran into the kitchen where she dressed and called a cab.

John never left the card table. His erection was an embarrassment now, but it would not go away and he was afraid to move lest Robin reappear in the doorway and catch him with it.

He beat off twice after she left.

The next day they hadn't mentioned the game, but John could still jack himself off thinking about that nipple straining through the lace.

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Tonight Lisa had convinced John to get a better look, and if he succeeded he would not be masturbating in a dark bathroom at the end of the evening, but jamming his cock to the hilt in Robin's cunt and fucking her mouth through the pillows of her breasts. Sure he felt bad about using her, but honestly, didn't she owe him after that card game? Didn't she owe him something for sending him home all those nights with a raging hard on in his pants?

John took a deep breath. If Lisa had taught him anything Thursday night, it was that he really did know how to excite and satisfy a woman. He'd also figured out that sometimes you had to take the initiative. Lisa had enjoyed teasing him through class, but if he hadn't asked her out, that would have been the end of it. Tonight, he had to take the initiative or lose Lisa. And he had to be smart and in the beginning, at least avoid those magnificent breasts and go straight for Robin's pussy. He had thought it would be best to get Robin drinking, but alcohol hadn't worked well for them in the past.

He just wished he knew how to get through to her. Everything depended on getting into Robin's pants.

Still, stalling wouldn't get him anything.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, John extended a finger and rang Robin's bell.

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Lisa opened the door to let Doug inside. He was a tall man, three or four inches taller than John, with deep mahogany skin, a shaved head and glasses. He was also pencil thin. No meat to speak of on his skeleton.

He started to greet her, but stopped in mid-sentence when he saw she wore only a shirt. "How are...Oh..."

Lisa laughed. "Sorry about this. You're a little early and I'm running late. I haven't finished getting dressed yet."

She extended her arm as an invitation for him to enter, knowing that the gesture both raised and slightly opened her front shirt flaps. She had practiced the gesture in front of the full-length mirror on her bedroom door. It didn't actually show Doug anything, but she hoped it would get his mind racing in the proper direction.

Doug stepped inside. "How are you?"

Lisa hugged him. "Just great!" She hugged him just about every time she met him, but somehow she felt it would have a different effect this evening. After all, usually Lisa wore a bra and pants. "Can I take your jacket?"

Doug removed his windbreaker and handed it over. It was cooler in Hartford than it had been in New York City. Beneath the jacket, Doug wore an old t-shirt and jeans. A misguided effort to adopt a rugged look.

"I'll just toss this in the bedroom," she told him, before quickly mounting the stairs to the upper level. A banister lined the first seven steps and she suspected it would afford 88

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Doug a very good look at her legs. She'd always felt they were her best asset, muscular and firm. John's shirt let her show them to full advantage.

The stairwell also gave her an early opportunity to judge Doug's mood and daring. If he moved to watch her come down the stairs, then she would be certain she could have him.

Lisa tossed the jacket on her bed and returned quickly to the head of the stairs. She had expected to find Doug standing by the banister, but he'd moved to the foot of the stairs where he could watch her walk all the way down. It was a little too obvious on his part—a bit of a crass move in the game Lisa had developed for them—but she decided to reward him for his boldness anyway.

Descending at a rapid skip, Lisa's shirt flaps bounced upon her thighs, almost certainly giving Doug rapid glimpses up her legs. His eyes locked upon her, and just where they had fastened became all too apparent as she reached the lowest steps. He didn't immediately transfer his attention to her face, but let his gaze continue dropping with the level of her pelvis.

Lisa finished descending the stairs as if she hadn't noticed Doug's interest. She had always loved to tease, but never done anything this brazenly. She liked it, especially when coupled with her intention
not
to provide ultimate relief. The power she felt in this moment intoxicated her.

Lisa slipped her arm in Doug's. "Why don't we go to the kitchen? I have to finish setting the table."

Doug allowed himself to be led.

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The elevator door opened and he exited, turning left. Robin had just opened her apartment door to wait for him. She was barefoot in tight black jeans with a soft pink, button down blouse with the flaps hanging down over her pants. He could not immediately see her bra, so it must be pink as well. He couldn't remember a time when she hadn't worn one.

"What's up?" she asked him. "You sounded serious on the phone."

John decided to throw caution to the wind and seize the initiative. Maybe all the other times he'd made a play for Robin he'd simply been too subtle. It also wouldn't do to talk the situation to death.