I pressed the button on the elevator. “Damn it!” I pushed it a few more times with the same lack of results. It was broken again. Turning away to the stairwell, I climbed up the six flights of stairs to apartment #631, the place I shared with Dave.
I dropped my backpack on the floor, tossed my pocketbook on the kitchen table, pulled off my hoodie, kicked off my shoes, and joined Dave in the kitchen. He was leaning into the fridge looking for food that wasn’t there.
“Hey baby, how was class?”
“It was good and bad. The Professor was pretty sucky. But guess what? The Toddster was there!”
“You mean Todd from camp?”
“Yep, that Todd. He said he would like to get together sometime.”
“I like Todd a lot. Let’s make something happen. You know my schedule, set something up the next time you see him.”
Unfortunately, I did know Dave’s schedule. It was completely open. There was no job, no class, no nothing.
4
“So, what did you have in mind for dinner?” I asked Dave. “By the looks of things it won’t be much.” The fridge looked pretty bare, with one lame piece of fruit, a can of tomato juice, and a squeeze bottle of deli mustard.
“You’re my dinner, Bev.” Dave said with a grin. “I want you for my entrée.”
“Dave!” I gave him a little shove as pleasure rippled through my body. “Silly man—wereman.” The truth was, as weremen and women, we had heightened sexual needs and desires. As a regular woman I’d enjoyed sex and had what I considered to be a normal sex drive. But as a werewoman, I had a passion for sex, and my desire was through the roof. Thankfully, Dave was ready, willing, and able to please me. As a wereman, he had skills far beyond any ordinary lover.
I loved teasing him too. It made the sex even hotter. I would walk my ass in front of him and try to drive him wild with my body and scent. I sashayed over to the sink, making sure I brushed up against him. There were a few dirty dishes in the basin left over from breakfast and Dave’s lunch. I would have to lecture him about cleaning up again … but not right now. I put the seal in the drain and turned on the tap, waiting for the water to heat. As I pulled up the dish liquid from under the sink, I could feel Dave behind me. I deliberately poked my ass out a little more in his direction. I squeezed a little of the soap into the sink and started to wash the dishes.
Happily, Dave took the bait. “That tickles,” I giggled as Dave moved my long blonde hair away from my neck, gently kissing the skin.
“Mmm,” I rubbed my head against him as his lips brushed my throat.
“You taste so good,” he said in a low, throaty voice. “Let me feel those tits of yours.” He inched his hands down my shirt, caressing my breasts; lightly pinching my nipples through the fabric of my top and bra.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his firm hands. I could barely focus on the dishes in the sink. As I tried to wash a plate, he lowered his hands, moving them slowly down my belly and to the front of my jeans.
“You’ve got way too many clothes on. I would really prefer it if you were naked.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to the floor. My panties quickly followed and puddled with my jeans around my ankles. Without missing a beat, he lifted my right foot then my left, removing them completely and casually tossed them to the side.
On his knees he gripped my thighs firmly. He moved his hands to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He lightly flicked my ass with his long tongue and then dipped down lower to lick my pussy. I closed my eyes. “Oooh,” I moaned. It felt so damn good. It was hard to focus on washing dishes with his talented, raspy tongue driving into my folds.
“I need full access,” Dave murmured. In one motion, he got up and lifted me away from the sink, carrying me to the kitchen table. My hands were wet with water.
“Hey you,” I giggled as I wrapped my soapy, wet hands around his neck. I gave him a hard kiss on the lips. “Sorry, my hands are wet.”
“Baby, that’s not all that’s gonna be wet. By the time I am done with you, you will be sopping.”
He pressed his body tightly against mine. “Let me see those perky tits of yours.” Inching his hands down my shirt, he pulled my top over my head and undid my bra, tossing it to the side. Totally naked, I leaned back on the table, enjoying his caresses.
“So good,” he murmured as he lowered his lips from my mouth down to my nipples, squeezing and sucking them. They grew turgid under his wet kisses. “God, I love sucking your titties. But you know what I love sucking even more?”
“Mmm,” I moaned. I knew exactly what he meant. I wanted his tongue back down between my legs so bad. “Let’s go in the bedroom,” I whispered.
“I want you Bev, right here and right now.”
“You mean right now—on the table?”