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  “What are you thinking about,” I ask. It’s an open question, and we’re still caught inside a lover’s embrace in my head.

  “I’m thinking about kissing you.”

  Chapter 5

  TYLER

  Dating hasn’t been something that I’m good at, and I don’t do it often. I’m happy to flirt, and when something comes of it, I’m willing to go along to see how far we take it. Standing with Amanda in a stranger’s quiet house, I can’t get over how attractive she is and how much I want to press my lips against her mouth. When she asks the question, it’s not something I expect, and I give her an honest answer.

  “I can’t stop thinking about it. I think you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve known. You have wry humor like mine—which is rare. You’re not afraid of a basement. You pass yourself off as a damsel in distress. I notice you point out the flaws in the place instead of coming up with some selling point.”

  “See, I’m thinking it’s not good to say stuff like that,” Amanda says. “We’re supposed to be selling all the time. When you talk about the problems in the place, you’re turning off people.”

  “I think it’s better to approach people thinking they’re not stupid. Don’t patronize them, give people some credit. If you bring it up, maybe turn it around like it’s a positive. New appliances for a new house are the kind of thing people think about,” I say.

  “But we’re not talking about appliances and basements, are we?” she asks.

  I turn around and lean against the wide windowsill. It’s deep enough for potted plants to get plenty of sunlight. I stand beside her. I want to touch her cheek right now. The light brings out the downy, nearly invisible fine hair. Otherwise imperceptible, the bright sunlight coming through windows without blinds and curtains makes Amanda practically radiant.

  “I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you since lunch when you made a face with a mouthful of chicken kabob. I saw you caught me looking. Instead of getting bashful, you gave me a face of fun and joy. It’s enlightening and rare.”

  “This kiss,” she says. There’s more behind the words because I see that look of lust in her eyes. “What will it prove?”

  I cock an eyebrow. “Are we talking philosophically or metaphysically?”

  “Big words from a beat cop who went to school for lawyering.”

  “Is that a word?” I ask. “I don’t think that’s a word.”

  “You bring up a subject, make me feel something, and you talk about philosophy like it’s a test to my heart.” She’s smiling delicately.

  I reach for her. My hand soft on her shoulder, I trace along the side of her face. I push away the hair from her eye where it sweeps over. Amanda looks at me with her liquid amber eyes.

  “Close your eyes,” I say. It’s barely a whisper.

  Amanda takes a deep breath. She tilts her head slightly and closes her eyes.

  “Can you see this place in its heyday? Imagine the soirées, the people gathering in their polyester pantsuits and low cut piece dresses with belts. Men showing their chests, women not wearing bras, it’s the kind of scene out of her erotic movies. We can watch them together, read the subtitles, and see the silliness in the scenes play out only to get actors together for erotic film art.”

  “I think they call that porn,” Amanda says. She’s grinning and opens her eyes. She sees I’m a little closer to her. I see her wet her lips.

  “There is a distinct difference between pornography that’s generic and raw on the internet, and what this woman did in her films. She’s an object of desire.” I touch her face again. Amanda lifts her chin. Her mouth parts vaguely, her lips moist. She’s anticipating the kiss. I see her throat tighten. Her pulse quickens.

  “You are an object of desire. You have a mystique and allure that makes men want you wherever you go. You have power over men, and it’s enticing, empowering. You can get anyone you want. You are selective because you want the right man. There’s one kind of man who can satisfy you as a woman.”

  I move in front of Amanda. Her hands are limp at her sides. Her eyes close. I can see all of her details. From the pulse in her neck to the trim of her bra peeking out the collar of her shirt, it’s all part of her that she’s allowing me to see.

  “I am your mirror,” I say. I hear Amanda whimper. There’s an explosion of goosebumps that cover her arms. I see chills on her face. “I see into you. I can see more of you than you’ve ever let anyone see before. I can see your secrets and desires.”

  I run my finger over Amanda’s supple lips. She’s leaning against the windowsill where I was moments before we started our fantasy. Her fingers wiggle at her hips as if she’s thinking about something other than my fingertip tracing the outline of her mouth.

  “You can stand before a mirror and show all of you. You can touch yourself, squeeze your nipples, and give yourself pleasure in ways that make you feel good. The mirror knows what you like because it’s watching you. It wants to feel what you feel.”

  My words caress her. My hand glides over her cheek, my fingers follow under her chin and along her neck. I feel Amanda shifting. I see her legs move slightly, thighs rubbing together because I know under that navy skirt her panties are on fire.

  My fingers run along her shoulder and down her arm. When my hand reaches her palm, I caress the inside of her palm with my fingernails lightly. I know she likes it because she’s lifting her hand. When I wet my lips and gently kiss the inside of her hand, Amanda sighs.

  I look up to see her eyes open. She’s looking at me. I have my mouth on the inside of her hand. I am lightly kissing her wrist. My left hand gently touches her thigh. She shutters. There is a soft, warm air between us full of love and light. I know she’s mine now.

  AMANDA

  I am with a stranger who I think knows me better than any man I’ve ever been with before. He’s passionate and delicate. I watch Tyler press his lips against my hand. I feel the softness of his mouth as he gently squeezes my fingers against his lips. I want to taste his kisses, but I fear to break that spell between us. It is as fragile as the inside of a soap bubble. We’re caught in the light, and we’re together without the world around us. There’s no schedule, no time to worry about, we’re in our safe, warm space. I want Tyler’s mouth on me. I feel him against me. He’s inside the area shared with a partner for intimate dancing, but not pressing into me. My body is electrified with his touches. I am wet. I am trembling. My heart hammers so hard that I know he can hear it because his left hand finds my chest. He presses the fingers of his left hand against my breast. He’s not groping me. Tyler’s sharing my heartbeat through his fingers.

  He brings my fingers from his mouth to his chest. Staring into his eyes, I am lost, and I feel the intense beating of his heart. It is cathartic. It is what love sounds like, the union of two souls as they race to beat on a single pulse.

  Still, I want Tyler’s mouth. I want my tongue between his teeth. He doesn’t hold back, Tyler’s not stopping me from stealing kisses. He has me transfixed with an overwhelming sensation of eroticism and lust that is uplifting and satisfying without him teasing my nipples or pressing his cock inside me.

  At the thought of Tyler’s cock, my thighs shudder. I think about what keeps him from pressing against me. He has access to my heart and under my dress, yet this handsome gentleman, caught in a slow erotic unmoving dance, isn’t working on getting my panties off. Tyler’s showing me that patience and love are part of what makes the anticipation worth waiting.

  I think Tyler wanted to play some games with me. He started our union as a scene through some 70s role play but got lost in the kisses.

  “I want to kiss you,” I say. How can I not want his mouth on me after all that?

  “I know,” he says.

  “Are you going to kiss me?”

  “When there’s a moment between us that we can’t resist anymore.” His right leg moves. I feel him put a foot between my feet and his knee pressed against me.

  St
ill, Tyler hasn’t kissed me. He’s watching my reactions. I’m not hiding what he does for me. It’s impossible to hide the involuntary sighs. I want him, and he knows it. I think this is the game. How far can he go without going all the way? And now his leg wedged between my thighs. I lean back, opening for him. He’s against me. I feel his knee resting tight just below my quivering pussy. Tyler knows he’s reached the spot because my body trembles.

  He brings my hand up to his mouth again. The fingers of his left hand slip into the collar of my shirt. I feel his fingertips tracing the lace of my bra. As his mouth pulls my fingers into it, Tyler’s left hand reaches under my bra and cups my breast. His finger and thumb tease my aching nipple. He’s sucking on my fingers. They move in and out of his mouth like I’m probing him. And his leg, Tyler’s strong leg presses against the dress, drawing in the material around him as my pussy grinds against him. It’s all happening at the same time. It’s intense, it’s impossibly exciting, and Tyler knows everything I lust for because he is my mirror and I am open to him.

  Chapter 6

  TYLER

  Amanda is a woman who’s not afraid of life and lust. I know she touches herself when she’s alone. She’s a woman confident and sexy. I feel her fingers in my mouth, gliding in and out like I’m sucking her. All the while, she’s pressed her hot pussy against my knee. I can feel her shuddering, edging closer as she rides me. Her clit rubs against my leg and I wedge Amanda against the window, lift her slightly off the floor with my leg, so she’s riding me bareback, a horse without a saddle.

  Her nipple is hard and perfect. Her breast is heavy and firm in my palm. I tilt my head back, and Amanda pulls her fingers from my mouth. I lean down and lift with my hand to bring her nipple into my mouth. She whimpers and grinds against me harder.

  “Oh, Tyler,” she whispers. I know it’s an admission of lust. Amanda’s calling my name because she wants me.

  I hum around her nipple. I have my teeth lightly around her erect nipple. My tongue flicks it. Amanda tenses, she’s close to orgasm. I know she’s riding my leg to finish. Amanda wants to feel the overwhelming rush of lust. Her hands reach down with practiced ease, grab the hem of her shirt. She pulls off the shirt and drops it to the floor. In a bra that covers one breast, Amanda undoes the clasp between her tits. It falls open.

  I peel off my shirt and drop it to the floor. Amanda runs her hands over my chest. Amanda continues to grind against me. I know she’s so close to orgasm, she’s breathy and panting. I grip her hips.

  Amanda reaches down and pulls up her skirt, so there’s no barrier between her soaked panties and my leg. With frantic fervor, Amanda rides my thigh like a gallop. I see the sweat on her face. Her breasts are bouncing, and Amanda is lost in desire. Her hands grab my shoulders. Her fingernails dig into my flesh. I watch her face. She’s looking deep into me. She sees herself reflected in my eye as I saw myself earlier in her mirrored sunglasses. I want to feel all of Amanda. I want to feel her hot wet pussy kiss the tip of my cock as I ease into her. She sees it on my face. Amanda is so close. I hear it in her panting. Her mouth agape, her stunted grunts, I know we are there. We are crossing the finish line. Amanda rides my thigh to orgasm.

  AMANDA

  This man is something out of a dream. He’s come to life from my imagination. He’s watched me through the looking glass and knows what I want. He sees through me and knows how much I want that cock inside me. I tense, and the orgasmic rush makes my legs tremble. I am riding his thigh, and Tyler holds me against him until I can stand on my own again.

  When I feel the intense pleasure subside, that’s when I need to kiss him. I must have Tyler’s mouth on my mouth. He doesn’t deny me. It’s a kiss that is passion personified. It’s desperate, and it’s exquisite; he tastes like cinnamon and love. I want him inside me.

  I find the zipper to the skirt and pull it. The dress falls as Tyler pulls back. I reach down and help him undo his pants because he’s teasing me with deliberately slow movements. I pull open his belt buckle and unzip his pants. Tyler steps out of them as I grab at the full package in his boxer-briefs. Tyler kisses me again. His tongue slips between my lips. I think that’s what his cock is about to do to my pussy. I reach into the elastic waistband of his shorts and get more than a handful of manly cock.

  I see he likes the feel of my hands on him. I pull off the underwear as I kneel on the floor. I kiss his stomach, flat, and hard. His cock is thick and long, and the tip glistens with precum. I cup his balls in my hands, they are hot and heavy, and my lips touch the shaft of his cock. The precum is warm on my cheek. I look up at Tyler.

  He’s watching me tasting his shaft. He’s watching with bated breath as I ease my mouth around the tip of his big cock. It takes up more in my mouth than I anticipated. He’s too thick, too long to take deep into my throat. I can stroke him and suck him simultaneously. I hear Tyler moan.

  But he wants more. His fingers run through my hair as I suck him with a steady rhythm. I have my right hand working his shaft, sucking the tip, and my left hand gently massages his balls. Tyler’s hands hook under my armpits, pulling me up. I rise with him. I feel his wet cock slide along my breasts and belly.

  Tyler kisses me again, passionately. I know he can taste himself in my mouth. I think he likes it. It gets me hot and tingling at the thought. I break the kiss and turn away from him. I want Tyler, and I want him inside me. What better place to have him fuck me than standing up, leaning over a windowsill, staring out at the glorious cityscape of San Francisco.

  I turn and bend over, arching my back. I feel Tyler behind me, standing inside my open legs. I feel him lean against me. His hands caress the cheeks of my exposed ass. He’s trembling. I know he needs his cock inside me as much as I need him.

  I feel his cock rising between my thighs. A thick log that presses against me, I meet it with my hand. He shudders at my touch. I hold the head of him in my hand, and I press the soft but firm head against the folds of my flesh. I am slick from my orgasm and the long erotic game Tyler plays with me. I need him, and Tyler is gentle and patient as I press the tip of his cock into my pussy.

  I suck in a breath as Tyler works wetness from me around the tip of his cock. He eases into me. I am caught in the moment. He’s going to make me cum again, and he’s not even all the way inside me. I slap my hands against the edges of the window, bracing, leaning forward, arching my back, opening myself up for Tyler, to slide his big cock all the way inside me.

  Again, when the orgasm rushes out of me, it’s a surprise, and I scream in pleasure. It’s enough to make Tyler start sliding his cock in and out of me. He gets his thick head to the edge of my opening before sliding deep and hard up and in again. I am riding that orgasm hard and dense. I match his rhythm. I feel his balls slapping against my clit as Tyler grunts.

  “Oh, Amanda,” he whispers. I know it is me he’s fucking and not fantasizing about anyone else. Tyler is inside me, and I am riding an everlasting wave of an orgasm that started the moment he climbed inside me and hasn’t stopped.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I say. Words fall out of me, uncontrolled. I feel him fucking me harder and faster. I know Tyler’s close because his balls are tight, rock hard against the thickening shaft of his massive cock inside me.

  As I fall over the precipice of the intense orgasm, I hear Tyler groan. His hands grip my hips, and I brace, feeling his cock flexing inside me, pumping his hot cum hard into me. It’s the most intense and incredible orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.

  Epilogue

  TYLER

  I went out looking at apartments that day. I ended up finding a woman who is as passionate and daring as me. She’s got wit and intelligence. Amanda’s not afraid to tell me what she has on her mind. She’s not scared of anything, and now, since that random and outrageous day, she’s with me. I know it will last forever.

  “You got this house at a steal,” Brandon says. He holds a long neck beer in his hand and looks out at the taming of the yard I’ve done since we moved
into the house.

  Brandon’s my patrol partner. We’re not as close as the other Boys in Blue. He transferred from another department last year. We’ve teamed up during the previous six months. He’s about my age, and fit. He’s got good taste in women. I know this because I watch him drinking in Amanda every time he takes a sip of beer.

  Amanda sits with my friends Benjamin and Sarah. They’re laughing over a conversation with Jeremy and Monica. Corey and Ashley show up, bringing more beer and a dish of macaroni salad to pass around. I don’t have a lot, but I have a lot of friends. We’re a close group and breaking in the new redbrick barbecue pit.

  I see Amanda looking at me standing with Brandon. I know she’s grinning at me, but I can’t help that Brandon thinks she’s grinning at him. She comes to me as I season the steaks. There’s classic rock playing from the stereo in the windowsill. We’re conscientious of the new neighbors, so the music is at a respectable level.

  Amanda comes up behind me and slides her hands around my waist as I tend the grill. She presses her face into my back, watching Brandon. I can feel her breathing, and her words vibrate through me.

  “What do you think if this great house?” she asks.

  I think it’s a ruse to get Brandon’s attention on something else besides Amanda’s breasts in the tight shirt, or the fact her thigh flashes when she walks in the sarong skirt. He’s okay to look. I know Brandon’s the kind of guy who isn’t interested in other men’s girlfriends. But he’s a guy, and guys always look.

  “I think it’s haunted,” he says.

  Amanda laughs. “If it is, then we’re lucky.”

  It’s a tremendous cryptic comeback, and Brandon doesn’t know if it’s in his favor or not. He sips at the beer and wanders back to the table with the other Boys in Blue. Amanda hugs me. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.