First time for everything. “You don’t have to do that.”
“With a girl like you I do.”
“Oh dear God,” she whispered. “Sorry. “Sid wouldn’t do that.”
“Idiot.” Jim lay down to continue his efforts, caressing her sides, belly and breasts tenderly with his fingertips as he stimulated her sex with his mouth. I rehearsed an exit scene. We don’t allow no pickpockets, card sharks, or working ladies of ill repute in this here establishment.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “Your date?” Kate asked. “You have dreams,” she said. “He’s not your type.”
“My type is the kind who doesn’t have to smack me around to get hard.”
“He hit you? It wasn’t her first stroke. I know exactly how I’ll undress you later.”
“Down, boy,” she smirked before giving him a very warm kiss. “There’s more.”
“That’s poison ivy,” Shelly said. “Ma’am, Gentleman Jim sure does appreciate a fine pair of boobs on a lady.”
She appraised him, sitting casually in her chair in nothing but slightly distorted boxer shorts. “You’re angry, aren’t you?” Shelly asked. “Yeah. You’re different. She was supposed to be my maid of honor. She passed away a few years ago – stroke.”
“I’m sorry,” Kay said.
