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   The Bet Ch.  01

   (Michael)

   "You're kidding me, right?  There is no way she's going to win."

   "Keep thinking that, I'm telling you Michael, she's going to knock Ronda
out."

   "Oh my god, I'm not sure I can watch this fight in the presence of
someone who is so obviously mentally defective."

   "It's like that is it?"

   "Well, you seem normal and the six months I've known you I thought you
were smart, but after that statement I realize you've been fooling all of
us."

   "Watch it buddy, I'll kick your ass the way Zing is going to do to
Rousey."

   "Stop, you're killing me."

   "Hundred dollars to put your money where your mouth is," she said
thrusting out her hand.

   I straightened up, "A hundred bucks?  You sure you want to bet this?" I
eyed her hand, waiting for her to pull it back.

   I mean, she was hot and everything, but a hundred bucks is a hundred
bucks.  If she wanted to give money away so freely, who was I to stop her?

   "Put up or shut up bittttttch!"

   The room filled with ooh's and aah's from our friends as she called me
out.  Shaking my head, I glanced around, we were watching the fight at a
friend's house with a dozen or so other people equally mixed with guys and
girls.  As an active duty Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant, I'd met most
everyone after I'd been stationed here almost a year ago.  Most of the
males were Marines with their girls and a few were part of the local Marine
Corps motorcycle club.  The first time I'd seen Eva I'd been stricken, she
was a dark-haired Mexican beauty.  Apparently, she'd dated a member months
back and when he left the club, they'd kind of adopted her.  Word had
gotten to me that she was untouchable, not that guys hadn't tried and a few
girls from what I heard, but so far nobody had managed to catch her
interest.  I thought maybe it was because she was a bitch or something, but
every time I talked to her, she was nice, and nobody ever had anything bad
to say about her.  One of the girlfriends of another member had confided
that her last relationship was pretty bad, so she thought it was more that
she didn't want to make the same mistakes again versus she wasn't
interested in anybody.

   "Good enough," I said and grabbed her hand to shake and seal the bet.

   "I am going to so love buying a steak dinner with your money, I can't
wait," she said.

   "That's funny, I was thinking the same thing."

   "Keep dreaming pretty boy, the only thing going down harder than you is
Ronda."

   "I take it back, you're not mentally defective, you can't be to have
that good an imagination."

   "I have a great imagination, I'm imaging how I'm going to spend your
money right now.  I think I may go clothes shopping after my steak dinner."

   "That's cute, I'll tell you what, I need a new battery for my
motorcycle, I'll take a pic of it and send it to you so you can feel better
about paying for it.  You'll feel like you chipped in on my bike."

   The next couple hours passed quickly as we kept talking trash to each
other.  We relaxed and joked, each giving as good as we got and constantly
teasing each other while drinking with our friends.  Finally, the title
match was getting ready to play, I was sipping a Blue Moon beer and had
taken a seat on the corner of the couch.  She plopped down next to me, her
leg touching mine.  I looked at her as she pressed against me trying to
think of something to say, then more people came in the room and the moment
passed.

   Clearing my throat, I looked at her, "You know your girl is getting
knocked out in the first minute, right?"

   "Keep dreaming."

   "I guarantee it."

   Looking at me she took a sip of her beer, "What do you want to bet?"

   "Wh..what?" I stuttered.

   "You heard me, if you're so confident what else you got to bet?"

   The noise of everybody else talking was covering our conversation, I
looked around and everybody was doing their own thing and nobody was paying
the slightest attention to us.

   Her tone was playful and a little suggestive but I didn't know her well
enough to know where she was trying to lead me.  I didn't want to go over
the top and have her think I was a jerk, but I also didn't want to let this
opportunity slip away so I decided to test her out a little.

   "What did you have in mind?"

   She looked at the television then said, "I want your bike for a week
next month, the Bikes, Blues and Barbeque motorcycle rally is going on and
I want to go and I don't want to ride bitch with anyone."

   I choked on my beer while she talked and barely recovered when she
looked at me, trying to clear my throat with tears in my eyes, "You do
realize what you're asking right?  You do know motorcycle riders consider
their bikes their most prized possession?"

   "Duh, I only hang around you guys all the time, of course I know.  Most
of you have an obsession bordering from unhealthy to downright perverted."

   "I won't argue with that, but you've seen my bike, it's a custom job. 
I've spent almost as much money on aftermarket as I did on the bike
itself."

   "I know, that's why I want to ride it."

   "Yeah, that's not going to happen, that bike means more to me than
anything."

   "There's nothing you want from me that's worth that?" she asked brazenly
taking a sip of her beer.

   I deliberately looked at her body, "Oh, I can think of something but I'm
pretty sure you won't like it."

   She rolled her eyes as I pointedly stared at her chest.

   "Why do guys always go there?" she asked.

   "Hey, you brought up betting, not me and you're the one insinuating."

   "Yeah, well, that's off the table, so think of something else if you
want to bet."

   "So how crazy are you talking here?" I asked.

   She shifted to face me better causing her leg to move from mine, I
immediately felt the loss of warmth from her leg, looking down I frowned.

   "Think low R rating, not X."

   "That's a good rating," I said.

   Realizing that I couldn't be too blatant but she might be willing to do
something a little bit crazy I quickly came up with an idea.

   "Ok, how about you be my maid for the weekend, complete with outfit," I
whispered.

   She glanced back at me and mulled it over for a second while looking
around to make sure nobody was paying attention to us, "That's possible. 
By weekend you mean..."

   "Friday night to Sunday."

   "You have to feed me the entire time."

   "Done."

   "What do I have to do?"

   "Cook, clean, whatever I want, but you have to wear the maid outfit all
weekend."

   "Who buys it?"

   "I will."

   "I get to pick it."

   Even though we were whispering I made sure to emphasize my next words,
"HEEEELLLLLLL NO!  I'm telling you right now I'm going to find the smallest
outfit I can, if I can find one that's sheer I will, and it won't have a
back!  It'll damn near be a lacy black apron."

   "WHAT?!" she whined.

   "Hey, I'm putting up my bike!  Not to mention she has to win in 60
seconds or I lose.  You're getting damn good odds to make this bet.  Even
if you do lose, what, you have to show me your butt for the weekend?  Ohhhh
big deal," I whispered sarcastically.

   Her eyes narrowed and she seemed a little offended as she said, "Hey, I
don't show my butt to just anybody."

   I looked at the television, the fight was getting ready to start, they
were entering the ring and beginning introductions.  So I needed to speed
the negotiation up a little.

   Not wanting her to get mad I quickly told her, "I don't think you do but
I'm hoping you'll show it to me.  Mostly because I think it's perfect and
would pretty much kill to see it."

   I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said this.  She had a lean body
and one of the best asses I'd ever seen in my life.  She was wearing a
tight black tank top with the words "Talk shit, get hit" emblazoned across
the chest, with a short denim miniskirt that showed off her tanned muscular
legs.  I knew from her Facebook page she was a workout fanatic and
constantly eating egg whites and avocados and healthy crap like that, but
despite this obvious character flaw I thought she was awesome.

   My comment mollified her because she grinned and a moment later said,
"All right, just for you I'll take the chance.  One minute!  If your girl
wins, I'll be your maid for the weekend but if she doesn't, I get your bike
from a Sunday to Sunday on the week of the motorcycle rally.  Deal?"

   "Deal," I said as I shook her hand again.  We turn back to the
television as the bell rings for the first round.

   Fourteen seconds later...

   "You've got to be kidding me..."

   Eva stared at the television open mouthed and with a look of utter
disbelief.  I tried to be nonchalant as they replayed the fight, but
inwardly I was doing a victory dance.

   Admittedly, I didn't really expect Ronda to win that fast but I sure as
hell wasn't complaining.

   Eva looked at me, I avoided her gaze and sipped my beer.

   "Wipe that stupid smile off your face or so help me god I'll crack my
beer bottle over your head!"

   "What?  I didn't say anything," I told her innocently.  No matter how
hard I tried though I couldn't stop smiling.  I leaned away as she growled
at me.

   "I can practically see you gloating and it makes me want to beat you
senseless."

   Leaning towards me, I watched as her nostrils flared and her eyes took
on a mock hateful glare, (at least I hoped it was mock).  I saw her
knuckles turn white as she gripped her beer.

   Trying to lighten her mood, "Wow, somebody's a sore loser, don't blame
me your girl sucks."

   "Jesus freaking Christ, 14 seconds?  I could've last longer than that,
14 FUCKING SECONDS!  Arghhhhh!"

   Everybody around us was now talking about the fight and how quickly it
went.

   Suddenly one of her friends laughed and called out, "Hey Eva, did you
just lose a hundred dollars to Michael?  Damn girl, that sucks!"

   Thank god nobody overheard us talking about the second bet or everyone
would be making a lot more fun of her.

   She turned and glared, "Thanks, I hadn't realized how bad it sucked till
you mentioned it.  Any other dumb ass comments?" she said sarcastically.

   Everybody laughed so I decided to leave her alone, I stood up to
stretch, Eva noticed and looked up at me.

   "Where are you going?" she growled.

   "Nowhere, I'm getting ready to run in case you try to hit me," I
grinned.

   "So I was wondering if you'd go get me another beer, this one's pretty
empty," I held it up and shook it so she saw the bottle was empty.

   She arched her eyebrow and asked, "Why would I do that?"

   I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Call it practice."

   Looking down, her face and chest were flushed bright red and her nipples
were hard through her tank top.  I wasn't sure if I hit a nerve with the
comment, the bet, or if it was the alcohol affecting her.

   She saw my glance and looked down at her chest, glancing back up at me,
"That doesn't mean anything," she said.

   "What?" I said innocently.

   "You know what I'm talking about."

   "Maybe you like the idea of being my maid?" I suggested.

   She laughed, "Shut the hell up, sit down and let me vent."

   Noticing that she hadn't denied my insinuation I looked at her very
seriously, "You know I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met,
right?"

   She paused and looked at me, clearing her throat she asked, "Really?"

   "Without a doubt," I said.  I moved to go get another beer and her hand
reached to my leg and put gentle pressure on it.

   "Stay," she said, she stood and walked into the kitchen, a few seconds
later she was back with two fresh bottles of Blue Moon.  I sat down as she
handed me one and she sat on the coffee table across from me and whispered
so nobody else could hear, "Don't get used to this."

   Taking a sip of her beer, "So you're going to have me wear a maid outfit
and panties huh?"

   I nodded, "With the cute ruffled ones, or maybe a thong, we'll see what
I can find."

   She stared at me for a few seconds then looked around making sure the
coast was clear, turning back to me she locked my eyes with hers then moved
her legs slightly apart.  I noticed the movement and looked down, keeping
my composure was hard since I saw the red silk of her panties, she stayed
that way for a while before she closed her legs again.

   "Consider that a down payment," she said sipping her beer.

   Swallowing, I nodded, it was hard to concentrate with that fresh in my
mind.  I looked into her dark brown eyes for a moment and as our eyes
locked it seemed as if time stopped, the background noise faded away and
for a brief moment an unspoken communication passed between us.

   The moment passed and I glanced down, noticing the swell of her breasts
straining her tanktop.  Looking back up she had a predatory smile, like
even though she lost the bet she knew she had the upper hand.

   I took another swig of beer.

   "14 freaking seconds..." I heard her mumble.

   *****

   I was reading in my living room when I heard the knock at the door.

   The moment of truth was here.  I looked at my iPhone, 5:30 pm.  I'd been
anticipating this moment all week and had mixed feelings of elation and
dread.  I knew Eva was at the door ready to honor our bet.  I'd gotten off
work early this afternoon and had been home for a few hours already.  I
walked toward the front door; passing by my hallway mirror I paused to make
sure I was presentable.  My reflection showed my short black hair and lean
military physique, I was barefoot and dressed in jeans and a black shirt
with the yellow batman logo stenciled across the front.

   For some reason I felt like a kid on a first date, and wasn't sure how
to act.  Why the hell was I so nervous?  It wasn't a date, she had lost a
bet and was paying me back.  Simple really, why should I be nervous?  I
mean, it's not like I'm shy or anything, the biggest reason I hadn't asked
her out yet was because I hadn't really been sure what I wanted in a
relationship myself.  I didn't know if I did or didn't want something, but
I finally realized it didn't matter.  After this weekend I'd ask her out
and worry about a relationship later, either we'd work or not, who knows.

   Shaking my head, I walked to the front door and opened it.

   My heart dropped!

   For the love of god!

   She was gorgeous!

   She stood in my doorway wearing a grey pencil skirt and a white work
blouse with a pair of black heels completing the outfit.  She was wearing
dark sunglasses and her raven hair flowed free around her face and perfect
white smile.

   "Are you going to invite me in or stand there gawking at me with your
mouth open all night?" she asked.

   Apparently, I was staring a bit too long.

   "Huh, ...  Oh, uh, sorry, yeah, come on in."

   Great start, I felt like an idiot.  No matter how cool I tried to play
it this girl kept throwing me for a loop.

   I caught a faint whiff of lavender as she walked past me into my living
room.

   Walking behind her I noticed her looking around my house, finally she
turned to me, put a hand on her hip and said, "Well?"

   "Yeah...  Well, here we are.  Can I get you a drink or anything?"

   "I'm fine."

   We stood there awkwardly for a few moments.

   Sighing, she took off her glasses and cleared her throat, "I have to be
honest, I'm nervous as hell."

   "You know, if I'm completely honest, so am I."

   We stare at each other for a second before we laugh, easing the tension
out of the room.

   "You're nervous?" she asked.

   "Yes."

   "Why, what do you have to be nervous about?"

   I looked her in the eyes, "Let's say I don't want to screw up a chance."

   For a moment she stared back then nodded understanding, "Fair enough."

   "Guess I don't need to ask what you're nervous about."

   She chuckled, "No, I guess you don't."

   "Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

   "No, not yet."

   "Tell you what, why don't we have a nice dinner and we'll ease into the
situation.  I'll show you my place and then we'll eat.  If after dinner you
decide you can't go through with it, I'm not going to push it."

   "That sounds great, and for the record, you're not."

   I looked at her quizzically.

   Turning away from me, "Screwing up your chance."

   I gave her the tour of my three-bedroom townhouse, I used a light grey
and dark wood motif on all my furniture and draping's, and kept everything
meticulously neat and orderly.  Halfway through the tour I noticed a
curious expression begin to develop on her face, and after I showed her my
room and the kitchen she paused.

   "Did you clean this house today?"

   "No, why?"

   "It's spotless," she said.

   "I'm a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marine Corps, what did you expect?" I
replied.

   "Not this, I've been to the houses of other Marines and they don't look
like this."

   "I may have a touch of OCD and keep my house spotless, but I promise I
didn't clean it or do anything special beyond what I normally do."

   "I was about to ask 'what the hell do you need a maid for?' What could I
possibly clean in this house?"

   Laughing, "Yeah, not much and to be honest if you moved things to clean
or change the position of anything, you're liable to give me a heart
attack. I know where everything is and I'd have a stroke if you messed up
my system."

   She opened a cupboard and peered inside, "Oh my god, you're a freak of
nature.  Please tell me these food cans aren't alphabetized?"

   "Uh...  yeah...  uh...  maybe a little."

   She laughed again, "This is too funny, were you always like this or is
it a Marine thing?"

   "I've always been like this.  I came into boot camp and was amazed that
not everybody in the Marines is the same.  Hell, it's part of the reason I
joined, I like the structure."

   "You're hilarious."

   I showed her the rest of the house and we ended at the spare bedroom. 
As soon as we walked in her eyes were drawn to the maid outfit hanging from
a hook on the closet door.

   She walked over to stand in front without touching it as she examined
it.

   Looking back at me, "Well, it's certainly small."

   I shrugged.

   Like most maid's outfit, it was black with white lace trim and a
matching white lace headpiece with a black satin ribbon choker.  When she
looked at me again, I pointed to the pair of black fishnet thigh high
stockings in a package on the end table next to the bed.

   She nodded and went back to her inspection, pulling one side away from
the closet she looked at the back, "Oh wow," she breathed.

   As I'd promised, it was backless.

   "You weren't kidding, were you?"

   I shook my head, "Nope."

   "Just this huh, no ruffled panties?"

   "I not going to force you, but no, I decided no panties," I said.

   She rolled her eyes with a sigh, "So what now?"

   "Dinner?"

   "Okay."

   "Where would you like to eat?"

   She paused to think, biting her lip.

   God she was beautiful, it was hard to not stare at her full sensual
lips, and did she practice that pose for god's sake?  One eyebrow arched,
hand on her hip, one leg bent...  it practically oozed sex appeal.  She had
to do that on purpose, nobody was this damn sexy on accident.

   Arghhhhhh!

   Resisting the urge to cross the room, grab her and kiss her I settled
for clearing my throat, "Well?"

   "Hmmmm, how bout Italian?"

   "Sounds great, I know a little place not too far from here.  Let me
change really quick and we'll go."

   "Great, while you change, I'll grab my bag from the car."

   "Sounds good," I said as I ran to my room and changed to a pair of black
slacks with a dark red collared shirt.

   We hopped in my black crew cab truck and I drove to the restaurant, we
chatted about inconsequential things and quickly arrived.  After we sat,
she ordered a bottle of wine and I decided on shrimp scampi while she
ordered chicken alfredo.  We talked and ate and had a nice time, and for
dessert we ordered a crÃ"me brule to share.  By this end she'd had a few
glasses of wine and seemed to be feeling good.

   "It's not that I don't want to have fun or that I'm a spoiler, but how
about we hold off on any more wine?" I said.

   She arched her eyebrow in a question, I swear she practiced that move.

   Speaking quickly, "I don't want anything to ruin tonight, and too much
alcohol will make me feel awkward, like I'm taking advantage.  Plus, I
don't want to blow any chance with you."

   She nodded, "So, let's be honest, this chance you're talking about. 
What do you mean by it?"

   "If you mean, do I want a one-night stand, then that's a no."

   "Really?  That's a little surprising," she stated.

   "What am I, 18, 20?  One-night stands are for college frat boys.  Will I
sleep with you if given a chance?  Hell yes!  Is that all I'm looking for?
Nope.  As for what more than that," I shrugged.  "Who knows, I'm not
running away from anything and if I end up in a relationship, that's fine.
If not, so be it.  I hate trying to define what I'm supposed to be looking
for at the beginning, it's kind of retarded if you think about it."

   "I like that and I agree, I'm not looking for anything specific, and I
think too many people make that mistake." she clasped her hands together,
rolled her eyes and used a mocking tone as she said.  "I want a boyfriend."

   Switching back to a normal voice, "Then they jump into a relationship
that's bad for both of them.  Better to not expect anything and whatever
happens is what works."

   "Cool, so we'd be on the same page if I got a date."

   "Doesn't this count as a date?" she asked.

   "I don't know, you tell me."

   "I would think so."

   "I usually end my dates with a kiss."

   "Oh really?" she said drily.

   "Really."

   "Even bad dates?"

   "Especially bad dates."

   "How does that work?"

   "Think of it like this, no matter how good the date, if there's no
chemistry then what's the point of a second date?  And as for a bad first
date, I figure you can't judge a book by the first chapter.  So maybe if
there's chemistry then you try and see if the next chapters are better."

   "Interesting outlook...  so how's the chapters so far?"

   "I say it's a must read."

   She smiled.

   After I paid the check we walked to the car, reaching down I took her
hand and held it, it felt natural as we walked across the parking lot
hand-in-hand.

   Right before the car I paused and turned her to face me, I let go of her
hand and cupped her face and she closed her eyes as I drew her in for a
kiss.

   Her lips were soft and tasted like wine, her hands held my waist as she
met my kiss with equal passion.  As her lips pressed against mine, her
small pink tongue darted between my lips, seeking, teasing, exploring my
mouth.  She pressed against me, her chest softly yet firmly crushed to me,
I felt the beat of her heart against my chest.  Time stopped as we stood
there, embracing, lost in the moment.  After an eternity she nibbled my
lower lip and pulled away, letting my lip slide between her teeth and
opened her eyes to look at me.

   I was powerless for a moment, then I pressed my forehead against hers
and muttered, "Ok, that's a positive on the chemistry thing."

   "Definitely," she breathed.  "But now we have to talk, so let's get into
the car."

   "Uh oh, a 'talk' already?"

   She laughed and after a few seconds we sat in the car facing each other.

   "Ok, let's hear it," I said.

   She straightened and took on a very businesslike tone, "Ground rules. 
I'm going to do this..."

   "You really don't have t..." I protested.

   Quickly she said, "Interrupt me again and I'll slap you," raising her
hand to hold in front of me.

   I eyed her a little nervously, "Yes ma'am."

   Her change in attitude was a little alarming and she glared at me a
second to see if I was going to say anything so I kept my mouth shut.

   "Ok, ground rules, the dates over ...wait," reaching over she grabbed my
face, pulled me forward and kissed me.

   Stunned I kissed her back.  Once again, our tongues met and discovered
each other.  She ran her tongue across my lip and I let her take control of
the kiss.  Her tongue kept darting forward, teasingly, playing with my
tongue and lips and her breathing deepened as her fingers ran through my
hair.  Shivers were running up and down my spine from the combination of
her tongue and hands.  I reached up and grabbed her shirt and pulled her
tight, she squeaked but continued to kiss me.  I felt her boobs, heavy and
firm as I kept hold of her shirt and after a minute she broke and pushed me
away.

   I was speechless as she stared at me.

   "Ok, now our date is officially over."

   Still seeing stars, I nodded.

   "We're going to go back to your place and I'm going to be your maid for
the weekend, but no more kissy face for you."

   My heart slumped.

   "Don't give me that look, you got way more than most first dates get and
you're about to get way more of an eyeful than most ever get.  So just like
you don't want to screw up your 'chance,'" she said raising her hands and
making air quotes.  "Neither do I so I'm not going to let you screw it up.
Any kissy stuff will be done by me.  No touchy," she said as she flashed
her hands in a mock wall around her.  "You break that rule and I leave and
I'll sleep in the spare room, got it?"

   "Yes ma'am," I said.

   She giggled, "Your next date is number two and just because you get to
see whatever you get to see this weekend does not mean you've earned the
privilege to see or touch it next time."

   Her demeanor had changed to that of a parent explaining to a child, so I
sat there and nodded and kept repeating, "Yes ma'am."

   "Now drive us home."

   "Yes Ma'am."

   *****

   When we entered the house, I asked if she wanted a drink.

   "What do you have?"

   "Most everything," I replied.

   "Crown?"

   "Yes."

   "I'll take a crown and coke then."

   "K, I'm going to change back to my house clothes and I'll wait in the
living room with our drinks."

   She nodded and walked toward her room.  Hurriedly I went and changed
into a pair of black workout shorts and my batman t-shirt and then made us
drinks.  I dimmed the lights to about half and waited on the couch.

   A minute later I heard her voice.

   "Are you ready?"

   "As I'll ever be," I replied.

   Boldly she walked into the room and stood in front of me putting one
hand on her hip and bending one leg behind the other.

   "What do you think?" she asked.

   "Marry me," I blurted.

   Laughing, "No, but I'll take that as an approval."

   The outfit was low cut, showing an ample amount of tanned cleavage.  She
looked between a C or D cup and her nipples poked at the thin material. 
The front skirt reached below what would best be described as indecent
since it barely covered the juncture of her legs.  She'd kept her high
heels on and the fishnets showcased her smooth muscled legs.  The choker
made her look submissive, but the smile she wore was definitely predatory,
reminding me of a tiger, sleek, beautiful and above all, dangerous.

   She stood still, enjoying my reaction and blatant staring.

   Pausing, I looked up into her eyes, "And the back..." I questioned.

   Smirking, she slowly turned around.

   "I'm not sure why you're so interested in the back, there's nothing
there," she joked over her shoulder.

   Once again, my heart stopped, I hadn't lied, the outfit I had bought her
was basically a sexy apron.  It had shoulder straps and a back tie that
kept her front 'endowments' in place and a waist tie to keep the front of
the apron from shifting but that was all.  The rest of her back was
completely showing.  She had a small, tight butt with a visible cleft
between her legs and cheeks and her back had the muscle definition of
someone who visits the gym regularly and lifts weights.  She had the
physique of someone who cared about her body and didn't just do cardio to
keep in shape.

   "No panties?"

   "You said it wasn't part of the outfit and I was already committed
so..."

   "Wow, and I do mean wow, on so many levels you're very impressive.  You
honored the bet, and your confidence while wearing that and definitely your
body."

   Blushing, "Thank you...  Are we finished with the display?  Can I have
my drink now?"

   "Yes, here you go."

   She took the drink and sat down on the couch next to me keeping her legs
tight and back straight.

   "So what now?" she asked taking a sip of her drink.

   "Let's keep it simple, want to watch a movie?"

   "Sure, what do you have in mind?"

   "Boondock Saints?"

   "Sounds good."

   I got up to put the movie in the player and she took the moment to get
comfortable, scooting to one side of my gray suede couch she took off her
heels and brought her feet up beside her.  She smoothed out her outfit as
she relaxed.

   "Have to be careful with this thing, I'd end up flashing you if I turn
wrong."

   "Yeah, that would be a total shame!" I said sarcastically.

   She giggled and took another sip of her drink while I respectfully sat
down on the other side of the couch and started the movie.  For a while we
watched the movie in silence.

   Glancing at her from the side I had a great view of most of her ass,
eventually she noticed my peeks.

   "What made you come up with this bet?" she asked.  "Do you have a thing
for maids?"

   "I do now," I laughed.  "No, I don't have a thing for maids, it was a
spur of the moment thing.  Mostly I didn't want to lose my bike for a week
so I thought if I came up with something ridiculous, you'd back out.  To be
blunt I'm surprised you took the bet."

   "Yeah, me too, but I really did expect to win."

   "You really want to ride my bike, don't you?"

   "Mostly I don't want to ride bitch at the rally.  I love bikes and I've
had a blast in the past when I go, but I don't want to go with anybody.  I
want to be on my own, with my own bike."

   "Not even with me?" I joke.

   "Don't take this the wrong way, but no, not even with you."

   "Ouch."

   "Don't take it personal, even if we were dating, I don't want to be on
somebody else's bike."

   "Fair enough, so why not get your own bike?"

   "I plan to.  I'm just saving my money because I want a custom job and
it's not cheap.  I'm not going to spend less to get something that isn't
perfect just to ride to one rally."

   "You know I have three bikes, right?  The Harley, a CBR and a Hayabusa,"
I said.

   She looked up quickly, "What?  No, I didn't know that, all I've ever
seen you ride is a CBR and the Harley!"

   I grabbed the remote and hit pause.

   "Follow me," I said walking through the house to my garage.  I opened
the door and turned on the lights, inside were my three babies.

   I had a fully custom Honda CBR1000 with lightning paint job.  A red
Harley Street Glide with candy coated custom paint, and finally a black
Hayabusa with minimal chroming.

   "Oh my god, why have I never seen these other bikes?"

   "I've rode them, I just don't think you've been around when I have."

   She walked around admiring each of the bikes.  I sipped my drink and
tried not to stare at her butt every time her back was to me.  To be fair I
succeeded almost half the time.

   She kept circling the Busa.

   "You like that one?" I asked.

   "I do, I really really do," she answered never taking her eyes of the
bike.

   "I'm sure you'd look good riding it too."

   She looked up at me, "Don't tease me like that."

   "I'm not," I said seriously.

   Our eyes locked, putting on a serious face I told her bluntly.

   "Look, all this fun stuff and dating aside I'd consider letting you use
it for the rally that's coming up."

   "Really?"

   "Actually, yes, I think I can make both of us very happy."

   She didn't say anything but I saw the doubt on her face.

   "As it happens, I have to do some studying for a few weeks for my
degree. I'll be extremely busy for three weeks, I need somebody to take
care of me and my house."

   "By take care..."

   "I want my house cleaned, dinner ready and I don't want to be bothered
with anything.  I finished law school and I'm studying to take the bar
exam."

   "I thought you were active duty."

   "I am but I've been doing coursework in my free time.  I can't stay a
Marine forever you know."

   "Wow, I'm impressed."

   "Thanks...  so is it a deal?"

   "I get to ride the Busa?"

   "From one Sunday to the next, you don't have to hang out with me or see
me that week."

   "And it won't be awkward for you?"

   "Again, all having fun or whatever this weekend aside, I'm going to be
super busy these next few weeks so I can't take you on a date anytime soon
anyway.  By then the rally time will be here, but if it'll make you feel
better, I'll include a date in the deal after the rally's over."

   "No, no dates in this deal."

   I shrugged, "Fair enough, just make sure I'm taken care of over the next
few weeks and I'll consider it a good deal."

   "No more maid uniform?"

   "Not unless you want to wear it."

   "What if I wreck it or drop it?"

   "I'm insured if you wreck it and if you drop it, well, it was the next
project bike for me anyway.  So if it's going to be dropped, now's the time
to drop it, before I start the paint job and complete chroming."

   "So three more weeks of maid duty versus one week of owning your bike?"

   "That about sums it up."

   "You got a deal," she said walking over to me and thrusting out her
hand.

   I looked at her hand and then back in her eyes, "So we're clear, this is
not a fun sexy maid thing, you'll be my employee for three weeks.  Dress
how you want, but you cook one meal a day and you keep my house clean and
you don't bother me or let me be bothered."

   "Agreed."

   I took her hand, "Agreed."

   "Let's go finish the movie," I said.

   "Sounds good."

   I moved out of the way, "Ladies first."

   Following her back to the living room I noticed a little extra sway in
her hips.

   "Enjoying the view?" she asked when she sat back down.

   "How could I not?" I said.

   We played the movie and sat in silence for a while before eventually she
looked over at me.

   "So..."

   I glanced at her, "Sooooo?"

   "I'm going to get comfortable."

   "Annnnnnddddd..." shaking my head back and forth in a question.

   She rolled her eyes, "You better behave."

   With that comment she carefully stretched out on the couch face down
with her feet in my lap.

   "And if I don't want these here?" I asked while touching her feet.

   "Gee, you're right, I should've asked," she said sarcastically.  "I
guess I'll roll back over and sit on the couch and you won't get to stare
at my ass the rest of the movie." She put one foot down in order to change
position.

   Hastily I grabbed her foot and put it back in my lap, "No, no, I was
just kidding, never mind, you can leave your feet in my lap all you want."

   "That's what I thought."

   We stayed quiet the rest of the movie, it was a good thing I'd seen it
about a hundred times because I stared at her bare butt most of the night.
Her tanned legs seem darker under the soft light and I had to fight the
urge to reach out and caress her.

   Thinking to test her so I grabbed a foot and massaged it, immediately
she let out a moan.

   Encouraged by the sound I began to massage her feet in earnest.  She
made little happy noises as I dug into the bottoms of her feet with my
thumbs.  I was enjoying giving her a massage almost as much as she seemed
to enjoy receiving.

   I worked my way from the soles of her feet to the ankles, then moved to
her calves, always taking my time and giving her plenty of attention.  She
made little happy noises the entire time I rubbed her and before I knew it
an hour had gone by and the movie was over.

   She looked over her shoulder at me with heavy lidded eyes, "You found my
weakness, I love massages," she purred.

   "Well, if you come dressed like that, I'll give them to you whenever you
want."

   "Mmmmmmm, I like that."

   "You have a beautiful body," I said still caressing her calves.

   "Really?  How beautiful?"

   "Well, you have cute ankles," I said kissing them.

   She giggled.

   "And you have very cute calves," I said while tracing kisses down the
back of her legs.

   "Is that all?" she whispered.

   I paused and looked at her, our eyes locked, I continued kissing up the
back of her legs, alternating each leg with a kiss.

   "No, that isn't all," I whispered between pecks.  I reached the top of
her legs and my face was inches from her butt, I slowly breathed on her
cheeks and saw goosebumps raise, breath caught and she turned her head
forward to face the couch.

   "You also have the nicest ass I have ever seen."

   I kissed one cheek, then the other softly, she went still and the room
froze, when she didn't object, I continued kissing her cheeks.  The next
few minutes I spent slowly kissing her butt, alternating my technique I
gave her playful bites and small licks.  She sucked in her breath as I
traced my tongue on the cleft between her legs and cheek.  I grazed her
skin with my lips so softly I felt the flesh tingle then I dragged my lips
across her lower back sending shivers up her spine.  Her breathing became
ragged as I gave her butt caressing licks.  At last I picked a spot on her
right cheek and I latched on to it with my mouth and gave her a hickie. 
She let out a soft "O" but never resisted.  After a few seconds I released
her and leaned back to look at the dark purple spot I'd left on her butt.

   Looking back at me, "Did you just mark me?"

   Meeting her gaze, "Yeah, I did."

   Neither of us spoke as we looked into each other's eyes.

   I broke eye contact first and leaned down and kissed her left cheek,
then I gave it a slight bite, once again I heard a soft "O," as I kissed
her butt and her hands clenched into fists while a low growl escaped her as
I marked her again.  Abruptly she shook her ass and dislodged me.  Quickly
she flipped over and put a hand on my chest and gently but firmly pushed me
away from her.

   "Enough," she said breathing heavily.  "No more of that."

   "You didn't like?" I asked innocently.

   "I'm not answering that question," she said but her panting let me know
the truth.

   She closed her eyes and took a moment to compose herself.

   Standing up she eyed me, "I'm going to bed now and I'm locking my door,"
she emphasized holding up her finger toward me like a parent scolding a
child.  "No more shenanigans from you tonight."

   I grinned.

   Shaking her head at me, "Why do I feel like you're going to become a
weakness for me?"

   I shrugged.

   Turning away from me she walked toward her room, "G'nite," she said
without ever looking back.

   I admired her backside, obscenely proud of the two purple marks I'd left
on her.

   "G'nite," I said.

   *****

   Sleepy eyed I woke up around seven in the morning, yawning and
stretching I got out of bed and got ready for the day.

   I dressed in black running shorts and a red athletic tank top, slapped
on my Nike's, grabbed my iPod and headed out for a morning run.

   After a brief stretch, I jogged, it was a beautiful morning and the air
was still crisp from the transition of winter to spring.

   I normally run for 45 minutes and try to beat my distance each time, but
today I was feeling good and ran an extra 20 minutes for more than eight
miles.  Soaked in sweat I pulled off my shirt as I returned and entered my
house.

   I heard rustling in the kitchen as soon as I entered and rounded the
corner to see Eva straining to reach the top shelf where I stored my
cereal.

   She was barefoot with her dark hair wild and tousled, she was wearing
one of my nerd t-shirt's as I call them, this one was red with a Flash logo
and her stretching had caused it to come all the way up and expose her bare
ass.

   "All I see is healthy shit in this house," she disgustingly, grabbing a
box of Wheaties.

   "What the fuck is this?" she muttered and pushed the box away and
reached for the next one.

   "Ughhh, you've got to be kidding me," she growled as she noticed it was
Cheerio's and pushed it away before turning to glare at me.

   She caught me looking at her butt and shook her head in disgust.

   "No," she said.

   "No what?" I asked.

   "Just no."

   "Somebody is not a morning person," I joked.

   She glared at me, "And where the hell have you been?  Are you sweating?
Have you been running?"

   "Uhm, yeah, I went for a morning jog about an hour ago."

   "Oh dear god," she said turning away and opening more cupboards.  She
kept mumbling and I thought I heard the words "fucking idiot" as she
rummaged through my kitchen.

   "Where's the coffeemaker?" she asked.  "I can't find it."

   "I don't have one."

   She froze while bent over looking inside another shelf, I tried not to
stare at her ass again, but from the position she was in it was practically
the only thing visible.  I noticed her knuckles had turned white as she
held onto the cabinet door.

   I was getting a little concerned.

   "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" gritting her teeth and slowly
straightening.

   "Uhhhhmmmm..."

   Turning to face me "SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?" she said as
her eyes took on a dangerous glint.

   I was torn, she looked really mad but the affect was ruined by her hair
in such wild disarray.  Still I sensed that if I laughed the results would
not be good for me.

   "What kind of happy horseshit is this?  You don't have coffee, you don't
have any good breakfast stuff, not a single muffin or donut or anything."

   She was ranting and her voice had raised to dangerous levels, halfway
through her tirade my eyes accidentally flicked toward legs.

   "And you...  Oh hell no," she said.

   "Huh?"

   She grabbed a loaf of bread from the counter and threw it at me, I
ducked and it hit the wall behind me.

   "You have the nerve to stare at my legs and ass and you don't have
anything in this house that a sane person would eat.  You freaking health
loving, bark eating idiot," she screeched.  "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND
DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE COFFE AND A FREAKING BLUEBERRY MUFFIN!"

   She looked down searching for other things to throw so I backed away,
grabbed my keys and wallet off the counter, and ran for the front door
while hastily throwing my shirt back on.

   "GOD DAMN IDIOT, WHEN YOU INVITE SOMEBODY OVER HOW ABO..."

   Her voice cut out as I closed the front door and ten seconds later, I
was in my car driving away.

   Driving to the nearest Krispy Kreme I bought her two jumbo coffee's and
two blueberry muffins and a couple of donuts to boot.

   I drove back home and made a mental note to get some supplies for her
later that day.

   "Should probably find out what she wants for lunch and dinner, so she
doesn't kill me," I muttered to myself as I pulled in the driveway.

   Easing the front door open I peeked in and called out, "Hello."

   "In here," I heard.

   I glanced in the dining room, she was sitting at the table with her arms
crossed, glaring at me with murder in her eyes.

   I set the coffee and muffins down in front of her and stepped back,
without a word she popped the lid, added some cream and sugar, and took a
huge gulp.  Sighing she set the cup down, grabbed the bag, peered inside,
sniffed, scowled at me and snatched a muffin and took a huge bite.

   She frowned at me as she chewed and after a few seconds she picked up
her coffee and alternated between drinks and bites.  I carefully took a
seat opposite from her.

   Neither of us spoke as she ate her breakfast frowning at me the whole
time.

   "Don't ever do that again."

   "No problem," I said.

   I watched her eat for a minute, waiting for her to say something.

   Nothing happened so finally I spoke, "Are you going to apologize?"

   "For what?"

   She was genuinely confused and as I looked at her, I realized in her
mind I was the one who had done something wrong.

   "Never mind," I said.

   She frowned at me and shook her head, "Damn weirdo," she muttered.

   "So how bout we make a small list and get what you're going to need the
rest of the time you're here," I said.

   "Fine," she said standing and walking toward her room.

   "Where do you go shopping?" she called out.

   I walked toward her room so we wouldn't have to scream at each other, "I
usually hit the grocery store at the next corner.".

   With her door wide open I walked up to it without a thought.

   She was dressing with her back to me, she had thrown my shirt on the bed
and pulled her hair into a ponytail, she was tugging on a pair of jeans
over a black thong.  I looked into the room's wall mirror and saw her boobs
in the reflection, she looked up and our eye's met.  She buttoned her jeans
without any sense of embarrassment or shyness and grabbed her blouse off
the dresser while looking in the mirror to talk to me.

   "Do they have any non-vile food or is it all that healthy crap you eat?"
she asked.

   "They have regular food there," I replied.  I was awestruck by her body,
her nipples were small, dark, and hard and stood out from the smooth flesh
of her tits.  I saw the faint trace of a bikini top, with light triangles
framing her chest.  Pausing she looked me in the eyes and straightened her
back, seemingly proud to show them to me.

   "Good," she said, pulling a small black crop top over her head, the
shirt was tight and left her toned stomach on display.

   She adjusted it and straightened herself then looked at me in the
mirror, "Let's go."

   *****

   I pushed the shopping cart through the aisles as she figured out what
she would need for the weekend and next three weeks.

   "I can't believe you don't have any decent cereal," she said.  "Damn
bark loving hippie."

   I laughed as she teased me and we found the cereal aisle.

   "I thought you loved healthy food, isn't that all you eat?  I see your
Instagram posts, you're like a fitness fanatic."

   "NOT for breakfast," she emphasized.  "I eat whatever I want for
breakfast, the rest of the day I eat healthy."

   "Yeah, because that makes perfect sense," I said.

   "Breakfast gets you started, after that I can handle anything," she
replied.

   "So what do you want?"

   "Hmmm, how about one box of cocoa puffs, and one of frosted flakes, that
should last me a while."

   "Cool, now let's go find you some coffee, I know nothing about it so you
need to tell me what you want."

   Walking down the aisle side by side she said, "I still can't believe you
don't drink coffee.  You realize that's pretty close to a deal breaker with
me?"

   "Really?"

   She turned to face me, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're a communist sent
here to spy on us.  That's the only reason I may go out on a date with you,
to see if I'm right."

   "Lots of people don't drink coffee."

   "Yeah, lots of sick weirdo people, who I'll never date."

   "That big a deal huh?"

   "Well, if you're not a communist you've got to be a serial killer."

   "Soooooooo, you don't mind hanging out or dating a communist slash
serial killer?" I asked.

   "You give really good foot rubs," she deadpanned.

   "As long as there's an upside."

   "Yeah, that's what I figure too."

   We reached the coffee aisle and she studied a few before selecting two
bags.

   "Wait, you have the nerve to call me a serial killer after this morning?
You're the psycho who went crazy."

   "Being unstable is part of the womanly mystique."

   "Huh?  Wait, what?  Uhhhh, should I be worried?"

   "You do see that I'm Hispanic right?  That means I'll stab you, knock
you out, throw a pot at your head and then have your dinner hot on the
table by seven," she laughed.

   "I'm not sure if you're joking or not but I am a little concerned."

   "Hey, I'm warning you now, if you don't heed the crazy signs, not my
problem."

   "Well, one sign I can definitely read is you are not a morning person,
psycho much?"

   "A woman is not psycho," she said primly.  "I was slightly upset about
the lack of proper nutrition in your house."

   "You scared the hell out of me, I wasn't sure what to think.  That was a
hell of a way to start my day.  I had to run around getting you breakfast
and I was still hot and sweaty from my exercise."

   "Not my problem, if you know you're going to have a guest be prepared."

   "Like I'd know to prepare for that."

   "You prepared my outfit just fine, you had no problem thinking that far
ahead," she said, tilting her head and looked at me sarcastically.

   "Point," I said.  "You still could've said thank you for breakfast."

   "You were well rewarded for breakfast," she said drily.  "Or should I
have closed my door when I changed?"

   I looked down at her chest, remembering the view in the mirror,
apparently that was her way of apologizing.

   "No, that was better than an apology but I still say out of the two of
us you're the pyscho serial killer."

   "Go ahead and keep talking smart ass, see what happens," she glowered.

   Laughing at her, "What you going to do to me?  You're like a buck
twenty, I'm 190."

   Straight faced, she arched a brow and looked at me and spoke in a heavy
Spanish accent, "You got to fall asleep sooner or later cabron."

   I thought we were joking but the seriousness of her voice actually
scared me a little so I quit talking and pushed the cart.

   "Hmph, that's what I thought," she said.

   We got home without any incidents.  I'd supplied her with enough "real
food" as she put it to keep her satisfied for the next few weeks and we'd
go shopping again as needed.

   "What now?" she asked.

   "I was going to watch the basketball game this afternoon."

   "I guess I'll change over then."

   "If you want, no pressure," I said.  eI was still a little concerned
about our earlier conversation so I didn't want to push her.  She seemed
like a great person but she had a devil of a temper.

   My emotions must have shown on my face because with the same heavy
accent as earlier she said "Don't worry Papi," while reaching up to caress
the side of my face.  "It may be scary, but I promise, its one hell of a
ride."

   With that comment she walked away while I stood there wondering.

   Quickly I heard the shower running so I took care of a few chores while
she got ready.  Pretty soon she came out in the maid outfit again.

   "So do I have to wear this the rest of the day?"

   "Uhm, I don't know I haven't really thought about it."

   "Don't you want to change it up or anything?"

   "Considering I didn't think you'd go through with it I consider this
pretty good," I laughed.

   "You didn't think of anything else to wear?"

   "Not really, no."

   "Would you be open to other ideas?"

   "I don't see why not."

   "How about I wear my tank top and panties the rest of the day?  Would
that be a good substitute for the maid outfit?

   Shrugging, "Sure."

   "Because this thing is cute, but it's not very comfortable."

   "That's fine," I said.

   She turned around and walked back into her room and a few minutes later
came out wearing a white spaghetti strap top and a white cotton thong.

   "Don't we look all innocent," I said.

   She wiggled her eyebrows at me and did a pirouette displaying her toned
butt.  She arched her feet to show of the musculature of her legs and
making her ass more tantalizing.

   "Does this look innocent?" she said smacking her ass.  "I have a bod
made for sin and an ass made for spanking."

   I could tell she liked teasing me and I was pretty sure she liked me
commenting on her body as long as I stayed respectful.

   "Maybe not so much innocent as jaw dropping," I said.  "I especially
love those two little purple marks on your cheeks."

   She blushed red and looked down, "Hmph," was all she said.

   "I'm going to go clean up now.  I'll be out in a few."

   I showered and threw on some jeans and another nerd shirt, blue with
superman logo, then came back out.

   "What's the plan for the rest of the day?" she asked.

   "The same thing we do every day Pinky, try and take over the world!"

   She laughed, "I used to love that show."

   The rest of the afternoon was spent around the house enjoying each
other's company.  We ate lunch, watched TV, and I studied my law books a
little.  In general, it was a relaxing Saturday afternoon.

   She stayed in her panties and every so often would get up to do
something, always making sure to turn around and display her butt to me, I
got the distinct impression she wanted me to admire it.  Obligingly
whenever she walked out of the room, I paused whatever I was doing and
watched her walk away.

   Once I asked her to grab me a Coke from the fridge and when she came
back, she bent low at the waist to set it on the table next to me.  My eyes
went to her boobs and I was treated to a beautiful show down the front of
her shirt, her tight shirt allowed me to see the valley between her tits.
When she stood up, I saw her nipples poking against the material of her
shirt.  Thinking back, I remembered that her nipples were hard every time
she showed off to me, I realized she might be an exhibitionist.

   When she turned to walk away, I reached out and gave her butt a gentle
pinch.

   She startled for a second and froze but after a moment walked back to
her chair quietly and sat down facing me.

   "Thank you," I said holding up the soda and tilting my head.

   "You're welcome," she nodded.

   I continued to read my books and she read a magazine, over the next hour
I finished and as I took my last sip, I set it back on the table.

   "Is that done?"

   Looking up at her I didn't understand what she was talking about.

   Tilting her chin toward me, "The Coke?"

   "Oh yeah, I'm done."

   Without another word she stood up and walked over to pick the can up,
turning away from me and stood there.

   I was staring at her butt when I realized she wasn't moving.  After a
couple of seconds, she gave a heavy breath and shifted her weight.  Puzzled
I realized I was missing something.  Then it hit me and I reached over and
lightly pinched her butt again.

   She immediately straightened and quietly walked away.

   After that, every time she passed by me, I touched her ass.  If I didn't
notice her, she would pause and stand there until I did.  She never said
anything and always waited for me to initiate contact.

   Sometimes it was just a slight graze, sometimes it was a light pinch,
sometimes it was a trailing of fingers across her skin, and sometimes it
was a firm cupping.  Neither of us said a word and we pretended like
nothing was happening.

   The day passed quickly and after dinner she came up with a plan.

   "I have an idea, let's sit on the couch, drink some wine and talk."

   "Ok, sounds good," I said.  "But I'll drink crown and coke, you drink
wine."

   "Perfect."

   "So what are we going to talk about?" I asked.

   "Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me..." she laughed
while mimicking the Salt-N-Pepa song.

   "Sex?"

   "Yes, I want to hear all the crazy stuff you've done or want to do."

   "So it's just me?"

   "No, for everything you tell me, I'll tell you something equal."

   "I like this."

   "Any rules?"

   "None that I can think of."

   "Let's do it," I said.  "Who goes first?"

   "You're a guy, you go first."

   "True but my house, and you came up with it.  Plus, let's face it, I
want to know what level you're on.  I might come out with some crazy
fantasy and you'll get up and leave.  If you talk first that will give me
an idea."

   "Hmmmm, okay, that's fair, I guess.

   "Great, let's hear it," I said.

   *****

   (Eva)

   "Great, let's hear it," he said.

   "What to say first..." I said biting my lip.

   For a moment I was lost in thought, how far should I take this?  I'd
already gone much farther with him than I'd ever planned.  I wasn't a
prude, and in fact I had a pretty wild side, but I also didn't want to push
things or go too fast with him too soon.

   I'd been eyeing Michael for months, when he first come around, I'd been
impressed with his attitude.  Not all bluster and show, he had a quiet
confidence coupled with toned athletic body that I wanted to ravage.

   I was surprised that none of the girls had tried to get with him, until
I found out a few had tried.  He took them on dates and they said they had
fun but nobody scored anything more than a couple dates with him.

   I'd heard he'd got out of a bad relationship so it seemed like he just
wasn't rushing into things.

   Which was perfect for me since my last relationship had been a disaster,
maybe we'd both be ready at the same time?

   I knew he'd asked my friends about me, so there was definitely an
attraction and the date last night had unquestionably shown there was
chemistry.  Just thinking about it was getting me worked up, it'd been a
long time since I had sex and I'd been feeling very frisky lately.  Better
clamp down on those thoughts right now or I'll end up naked on all fours.

   I had a pleasant image of him taking me doggy style and pulling my hair,
maybe I should say that?  No, too much too fast.  I want to shock him, not
have him lose control or think I'm a slut.

   Thinking quickly, I had to balance this.  I liked his answers about a
relationship last night, I was glad he wasn't shy but he wanted to make
sure that he was ready for whatever this becomes and I can appreciate that.
Also, his confidence was sexy, I enjoyed that fact that he gave as good as
he got.  Most men fawned over me, it's so annoying, especially when I can
tell all they want to do is sleep with me.

   For sure he had a crazy streak, but I liked it, it matched mine.

   So now it was only a matter of how much I wanted to tease him, how much
did I want to get him worked up?  How best to shock him!

   I leaned forward till our faces were inches apart, "I love oral!" I
whispered.

   His eyes went wide for a second, "Well who doesn't?" he quietly laughed.
I smelled the coke and whiskey on his breath, for some reason it turned me
on.

   "True, but I really get into it, I love everything about it."

   "Giving or receiving?"

   "Both."

   "Tell me why."

   "I love getting oral because it's naughty.  I mean as a girl I let this
guy kiss me, then move me to the bed, then I let him unbutton my pants or
hike up my skirt and then I'm down to my panties in front of him.  Then he
slides those down my legs and before you know it BAM, I'm naked.  I mean,
it's so fantastic if you think about it.  When a guy gets naked, I admire
it but he's not nearly as exposed as I am, as a girl I'm lying on my back
and my legs are completely spread.  How submissive is that?  How
vulnerable? He gets to see all my beauty and imperfections at the same
time! It's so terrific and scary and awesome at the same time!"

   "Then his head moves between my legs, and really, how much more intimate
can it get?  I like to watch as his face moves toward my pussy."

   His eyes got wide again when I said pussy.  I can tell he likes that
because he shifted in his seat.  If that's not a sure sign he's getting
worked up I don't know what is, time for another shocker.

   "I keep my pussy smooth with a small racing stripe so I can feel every
lick of his tongue."

   I almost laughed cause I swear his eyes are going to pop out of his
head. A boyfriend once told me that guys love it when a girl talks dirty. I
liked being vulgar, it felt wicked.

   "And when he's so close that I can feel his breath on my skin I like to
wrap my legs around him, I'll rest my ankles against his back.  He'll
usually look up at me then, I'll wait for him to start and when he finally
uses his tongue, I go wild.  I love that first long slow lick.  If he does
that, I'll reward him, I'll throw my head back, grab the sheets and give a
loud moan."

   "That's so sexy, I love it when a girl does that," he said.

   "I know, most guys do, that's why I called it a reward," I laughed.

   "I'm surprised you use the word 'pussy,'" he said.

   "Well, we are talking dirty, I don't use it in conversations but if I'm
talking naughty to a guy, well then..."

   "Are we talking naughty?" he asked.

   "You tell me."

   "I love it," he said.

   I continued, "I love the feel of a tongue, the way it feels when he
licks that crease where my leg meets."

   This was too fun, I opened my legs a little and pointed to the crease
between my leg and body.  I stroked it a few times to show where I liked it
watching his face the whole time.  He swallowed and his eyes never left my
panties.

   "The soft licks to tease, the strong licks up the middle, the thrusting
of his tongue inside me.  It's fun to watch as a guy goes down on you and I
like to give little moans of encouragement and if he's doing really good,
I'm gasping for air, I also like his hands holding my thighs down, or
moving lower and cupping my ass."

   I bite my lip as I talk, I know most guys love that and sure enough he
has to shift in his seat again.  I can feel my nipples getting hard as my
own arousal threatens me, I'm so worked up they practically ache right now.

   "It's always sexy when a woman enjoys what we're doing," he said.

   I close my eyes and sigh, "Believe me, I enjoy it.  I like the buildup,
at first, he's licking and I'm moaning.  Then as it continues my hips
thrust forward.  Just a little at first, to let him know he's doing it
right and I'll run my hands through his hair too, maybe grab it, tug it a
little if he hits a nice spot."

   I start acting out a little, matching my movements to my words.  "His
licks become stronger and deeper and it feels really good so my thrusting
gets a little stronger.  At the same time, I'm grabbing his head, fingers
tangling in his hair, forcing him to keep licking the spots that I like, my
butt's clenching and his hands have moved to my ass and are grabbing it
tight.  I'll wrap my legs around his head as the momentum builds and it
becomes a war between us.  He's trying to dominate me with his tongue and
I'm trying to cum and pretty much willing to do anything at that moment."

   I lean back on the couch and trace my panties with my fingers as I talk,
my voice becoming faster, "By now I'm practically screaming and we're
sweating and I'm thrashing around on the bed.  My hips are thrusting
against his face and my hands are about to rip his hair out if he dares to
stop, his tongue is deep inside me and hitting the right spots.  It drives
me wild when he licks my clit or takes it in his mouth and gently sucks on
it, then at the height of passion, I cum..."

   I open my eyes and see he's staring at me with his mouth open.  I love
the look on his face, that one got me worked up as much as it did him.  The
entire time I imagined it was his tongue, his face, with that hint of
stubble grazing my thighs, my fingers twisting in that dark hair.

   God, why do girls have to be the ones to have self-control?  I wanted to
let him rip off all my clothes and have wild animal sex with him all night
long.  Is that too much to ask?  I can't wait to ride him long and slow.

   But instead I clear my throat...

   "Huh, oh yeah..." he actually blushes as he looks down smiling guiltily.

   Poor guy, I'm tormenting him now, he's constantly shifting in his seat.
I can see the tent in his pants but I pretend not to notice.

   "Anyway, that moment when I cum is electric, my mind goes blank, my body
tenses and I feel everything as pleasure racks my body.  The nerves in my
sex are so sensitive, it's like I can feel the texture of his tongue and
his breath against my skin at that moment.  Time stands still for a
heartbeat that feels like an eternity..."

   I pause, silent...

   "Wow," he whispers.

   "Yeah, that's totally going to be a requirement for my husband, if he
can't do that to me, deal breaker!"

   He laughs.

   "What about you?" he asked.

   "What about me?"

   "What are you offering him?"

   "I said I like to give and receive, didn't I?" I said.  "I love to give
blow jobs too."

   "Marry me?"

   Laughing, "Not yet big fella, you got to put in some effort to earn the
prize."

   But damned if you aren't a prize yourself.

   "So tell me how you give a blow job."

   "Well...  my favorite is to give a guy a blow job when he's mad at me,
even though I'm in a submissive position, I'm in control, and if he's mad
at me, it's so sexy." Laughing, "Sometimes I'll do things just to piss a
guy off so that I can give him a blowjob.  It's a power struggle, I like
when a man runs the relationship but I like it when I can surprise him too,
when we've gotten into an argument or whatever."

   "How do you surprise him?"

   "I'll go to the bedroom and strip down to my panties and walk out.  The
look on his face is priceless.  I'll walk toward him then I'll push him
against a wall.  No kissing or anything, I don't want it to be romantic, I
want it to be raw.  I'll look in his eyes and drop to my knees.  Without
ever breaking eye contact I'll unzip his pants and tug him free.  Then I'll
pull his pants down to mid-thigh, no lower.  If he's not hard at this
point, I'm pretty sure he's gay."

   "I can't imagine that problem has come up too much."

   Laughing, "Not really, no."

   "So I'm still looking in his eyes as I fondle him, that's important, you
have to lay the groundwork for a good blow job.  I want him glaring at me
because he's mad but at the same time he knows what I'm about to do so
he'll forgive me for whatever I did.  I start by stroking him lightly up
and down a few times, then wrap my hands around him and give a gentle
squeeze.  That makes him breathe hard."

   "Hell, it's making me breathe hard just hearing it," he said.

   While I'm talking, he squirms in his seat again and I know he's telling
the truth.  I'm so tempted to see if he wants a 'demonstration.'

   Instead I act nonchalant and continue, "Then I'll wrap my fingers around
the base and make a circular motion.  Basically, I'm doing everything I can
to drive you wild."

   "You?"

   "Well, him, you, whatever, you know what I mean."

   "Uh huh," he said.

   I feel the sexual tension in that gaze, I see the look in his eyes, he
knows he took back a little bit of power from me with that slip up.  We
know we're imagining this happening between us.

   "So why do youwant to drive 'him' wild?" he asked, emphasizing the word.

   I decide to play the same game, "Because I want HIM to break eye contact
first.  If he does, I know I own HIM!  I may be the one on my knees but I'm
in control."

   "I've never thought of it like that.  I thought most girls like the man
to control?"

   "I do, I want a man to own me, but that doesn't mean I don't
occasionally like to show him who wears the panties!"

   "Fair enough," he said.

   "When he finally looks away and moans and pulls his head back, that's
when I start.  First, I swirl my tongue around the head, I know it's
sensitive, so I like to kiss it and tease it for a minute or so.  Then I
give him a few nice licks up and down the shaft.  You have to use lots of
tongue.  By this time his penis should be nice and wet from my tongue and
the whole time I'm making circular motions with my fingers at the base.  I
usually glance up at this moment to see if he's watching, and he gets extra
points if he is."

   "I'll have to remember that," he said.

   I wink at him, "To continue, I look up at you and if you're watching
I'll lock eyes as I take you into my mouth.  I'll deep throat you a couple
times to get your reaction.  Important note, girls like to hear noise just
as much as guys like it.  We don't want you all quiet, we want to hear
moans, and 'yeah baby' and know that we're doing good."

   "Oh believe me, I'll let you know, I have no problem with that.  Hell,
if you want proof right now..."

   I laugh, "Keep it in your pants big guy..." but if you only knew how
close I was to taking you up on that offer.

   "Well you're the one the keeps saying 'you.'"

   "Slip of the tongue."

   "Uh huh, sure."

   Shaking my head, I tell him, "Anyway, at that point it's a game using
various techniques to get him to cum.  I like him standing because I like
it when his knees buckle, when he can't hold himself upright anymore
because it feels so good.  I'll occasionally look up into his eyes, but I
really try to concentrate on giving good head.  I try everything, I might
let go of his dick and grab his butt with both hands as I deep throat him.
I may grab the shaft with both hands making small circular motions with my
hands while I swirl my tongue around the tip.  I'll lick one side of the
shaft as I stroke the other side with my fingers.  You have to vary the
technique, after a while I can feel his cock pulse and then he makes those
little thrusting motions with his hips.  That's when you know too deep
throat, that's when he starts fucking your mouth.  That's also when I show
him, I'm his.  I'll grab his ass as he deep throats me, I love it,
especially if he grabs my hair and is being all rough.  When he cums I can
feel his dick throbbing in my mouth and I keep sucking, that generally
makes his knees go weak."

   "Damn girl, that's hot, so do you swallow when you give head?" he
laughs.

   Grinning, "Of course, I never understand why girls get all hysterical
about swallowing.  For god's sake if I have your dick in my mouth, I'm
supposed to be squeamish when you cum?  That's the line?"

   "I never thought about it that way," he laughed.  "So tell me more EVA,"
he said, playfully emphasizing my name.