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Brenda's Secret (MF)
by D J Warner (c) 1990
**
Joey and Brenda stepped off the elevator and walked down the
hall together to his off-campus apartment. Finally, after
dating the small but well-formed lady the entire semester, she
agreed to a nightcap, and he was happy that he didn't have to
keep playing a game by her rules. He remained faithful in his
pursuit, however, if only because he saw something in her he
had never seen in any other woman he dated. Perhaps his
interest was piqued by the thrill of the chase, since most of
the women he ever knew showed no interest at all or were too
easy for him.
"Who recommended that movie, anyway?" asked Joey, contemplating
on the big screen disaster that made him the clown prince of
the theater the entire evening.
"I have no idea," laughed Brenda. "I still can't believe you
said those things in the theater."
"Hey, if I'm gonna shell out ten dollars for a lady, she WILL
be entertained."
"Well, thank you, I was very entertained."
Brenda kissed Joey lightly on the cheek as he slid the key into
the lock and opened the door for his date. "Ladies first," he
said, bowing in a familiar, chivalric manner.
"Why, thank you," answered Brenda, elegantly stepping into the
living room in mock fashion. Joey's apartment was rather barren
of decor, but it was affordable and, as he so often put it, "a
better box to live in than that cardboard one in the alley."
"What's your poison," he whispered in her ear as she looked
somewhat approvingly at her surroundings.
"Mariah Carey and a Long Island Iced Tea."
Joey took his date's coat, hung in up the closet, then stepped
lightly to the CD player and turned it on. He disappeared in
the corner kitchenette as Brenda slipped out of her shoes and
laid back on the love seat in the opposite corner of the room.
"So what kind of name do you hope to make for yourself in the
future?" asked Brenda.
"I kinda liked the one had right now," he quipped.
"No, no," she responded, trying to hide a brief snicker, "I
mean, what do you want to be when you get out of here?"
Joey emerged from the kitchenette with two glasses and walked
over to the love seat. "Just somebody who can do a good job at
whatever he does," he answered, "and somebody who can enjoy it
at the same time, I guess. What about you?"
"Oh, I don't know," she sighed with an enticing look in her
eyes.
"You're keeping something from me," responded Joey.
"What?" she exclaimed, "What could I possibly keep from the
great Joe Bilotti?"
"I don't know," he answered, "but I'd like to find out. There's
something you haven't been telling me for a while now, and one
way or the other, I'm going to draw it out of you."
Brenda smiled slyly and looked away. "Well, maybe I don't want
you to know about it."
Joey finally got his cue. Rising from the love seat, he put
down his glass, closed the blinds, and reached for something
from behind his stereo.
"Put this on," said Joey, handing his date a blindfold.
"Why?"
"Just trust me."
"Well...okay, but be gentle."
Brenda slid the blindfold over her eyes and waited. Joey turned
all the lights off in the apartment and felt his way toward the
center of the room. He then began to talk in a lower, smoother
voice.
"Now I want you to know," began Joey, "that all the lights have
been turned off, so I can't see anything in the room. Now tell
me what you see." "Lots of blackness," answered Brenda. "why do
I even need this blind-fold if you turned the lights out?"
"Just in case," he responded, "play along with me and you'll
find out.
I have a feeling you're going to like this."
As he lurked softly around the room looking for a place to sit,
Joey turned the music down until it was barely audible. He then
put his hands forward toward the other side of the room to feel
for a chair, making sure not to make a single distracting sound
-- he wanted to make sure nothing distracted the bond he was
trying to form between himself and his date.
"I want you to concentrate solely on my voice," Joey continued
in his smooth tone, with which he had never really spoken to
Brenda before, "don't let anything else distract you. I'd like
for you to tell me about the greatest romantic or sexual
fantasy you've ever had."
"Well," she began, "I'm with this guy on a beach, and we do a
lot of things together, and...well, you get the idea."
"Elaborate on it," Joey responded, trying to get a deeper
glimpse into her soul through the darkness. "Tell me everything
about this fantasy that you can think of."
Brenda paused for a moment in thought, sighed, and began: "A
gentleman and I are sharing a private condo by the beach. Most
of the day we walk along the beach, holding hands -- we don't
say much, but we don't need to -- and sometimes we go skinny
dipping in the sunset. Nobody can see us, but nobody is really
around anywhere. At night, we cruise around inland, maybe enjoy
a nice, candlelight dinner, drink a little wine, return to the
condo, look out at the stars, look at each other, and...and..."
"Go on," urged Joey subtlety.
"Flail away graciously, I suppose," finished Brenda.
Joey smiled, remembered his purpose and continued in his low,
mellow tone. "Now I'd like for you to just imagine yourself
right there in the situation you've just described -- the long
walks by the beach, the glow of the sunset on the water and on
yourself, the candlelight dinner, the view of the stars,
everything. Just think for a moment that you're right there in
that entire scenario."
There was a short silence in the room when Brenda took a deep
breath and said, "Okay."
"Now I'd like for you to picture the perfect man with whom you
would share this adventure. Don't tell me who he is or anything
about him, but picture him in your mind sharing all of these
moments with you." Again, another short silence, and another
approval to continue.
"Okay, the two of you have just returned from the candlelight
dinner. You're both sharing the view of the stars on a
cloudless evening. You decide, however, that since everything
has been perfect to this point, there is no need to wait any
longer. He watches you as you walk over to a nearby couch and
sit down slowly. He's not quite sure what you're doing, so you
want to make him realize that you're ready for love right here,
right now. You figure out that the best way to do this is to
begin undressing in front of him. Now, what piece of clothing
would you take off first?"
"I'd take off my sweater," she answered.
"Then take it off."
Joey watched intently through the blue mask of the darkness as
Brenda lifted the sweater above her head, revealing only a
brassiere underneath.
"Okay," continued Joey, "what piece of clothing would you take
off next to attract his attention?"
"I'd take my pants off," she replied.
"Then take them off."
Brenda slowly unbuttoned her fly and slid the jeans off her
legs while she was sitting, setting them next to the sweater on
the arm of the love seat. At this point, Joey figured he was
starting to gain some control over her.
"Good," answered Joey, "you're starting to get his attention.
He's watching you much more intently now, but he isn't coming
any closer. You'd like for him to approach you. What would you
take off next to attract him?" "I'd take off my underwear," she
responded.
"Then take them off."
She reached behind her back to unstrap her bra and removed it,
then her panties. She sat completely naked in the darkness with
no protest emerging from her. Joey sat back in his chair,
straining for a glimpse of her well-endowed figure.
"You're now sitting completely naked on the couch," continued
Joey, "and you have your man's undivided attention. He begins
to walk toward you, admiring your body, wishing to hold it,
caress it." As he spoke, he approached Brenda physically until
he stood directly in front of her.
"Your man is now standing in front of you, but he isn't making
a move. He's simply admiring you. One look in his eyes,
however, and you can tell he wants you to undress him the same
way you undressed yourself. With what piece of clothing would
you begin?"
"His glasses," answered Brenda, which surprised Joey at first,
since he, too, wore glasses. At Joey's request, she stood up
and removed the glasses from his face, setting them on an end
table.
"What would you remove next?" asked Joey.
"His shirt," she returned.
"Then take it off."
Reaching for the top button, Brenda unfastened each button in a
slow, sultry fashion and removed his shirt with a soft rub
across his arms at the same time. Joey slowly lifted his hands
to touch her, but backed off, trying to stay in control of the
situation.
"Your lover is now trying to keep himself from jumping on you
right now," continued Joey. "He wants to touch you, but he
won't let himself. He wants you to continue to undress him.
What would you remove next?"
"His pants," she answered.
"Then take them off."
Brenda removed Joey's belt, unfastened his fly and slid her
thumbs down the sides of his waist, lowering her body as he
lowered his pants. Joey lifted his feet to help her and noticed
she removed his socks at the same time.
"You have your lover right where you want him," Joey continued,
knowing the reverse was true in this situation. "What is there
left to remove?"
"His underwear," Brenda answered breathlessly.
"Then take them off."
Brenda grabbed the band of his shorts between her fingers and
removed them slowly, allowing Joey's full erection to free
itself from whatever imprisonments it may have had before.
Brenda moved closer to him, allowing her chest to touch his
only slightly.
"Now both of you are completely naked and unashamed," said
Joey, trying to keep his smooth, steady voice in the heat of
the moment. "Are you ready to make love?"
"Ohhh, yes," Brenda moaned.
"Then take off your blindfold."
Brenda swept the blinder off of her face and let it fall to the
floor. Joey had used this trick before on several women, some
of whom realized what they were doing early on, some of whom
didn't notice until they had undressed both themselves and
Joey. He had a feeling the trick might work, but he was
completely unprepared for what came next.
Brenda saw the blue outline in the darkness, wrapped her arms
around it and kissed it perfectly on the lips. Unfamiliar with
this reaction, Joey slowly returned the favor, smoothing his
hands over her back, her hips and her thighs.
Then he smoothed his lips around her ear to her neck, lowering
his entire body until his mouth reached her breasts. His tongue
circled her nipples as she ran his fingered through his hair
and moaned over the light piano and vocals in the background.
Finally, they both collapsed onto the floor in a heap of
passion. Joey continued to taste her soft, supple skin and
hardening nipples. Then he continued to journey down her body
until he planted his head between her legs.
As he slowly caressed her inner thighs with his tongue, she
threw her arms behind her and began moving her hips in a
circular motion. He then proceeded to lick her other lips and
enter her with his tongue, searching for her clitoris.
Her moans grew louder, letting him know he hit pay dirt as he
glided along the clit in numerous ways.
Then, with a sudden burst of inspiration, Joey attempted to
reach further between her legs and place his lips completely
around her clit. Her body jerked as if an electrical current
were running through it, her cries reached near soprano level.
At last, when she could barely tolerate the slickness of his
tongue without going crazy, she came, letting Joey drink her
sweet fluid as his reward.
Brenda tried her best to calm her aching body after her orgasm,
but she immediately gave up the attempt and cried, "I can't
wait! Do me now! Do me now!" Joey slithered up her body as she
pained for him to give of himself completely. As he kissed her,
giving her a taste of his work, he slowly entered her with his
penis, gyrating his hips in a clockwork manner. She helped him
feed the rhythm of his motion, moving her pelvis oppositely
from his. He fell upon her completely, increasing her
sensitivity to his motion and her movement underneath him. As a
result, the rhythm grew faster, their cries louder.
Suddenly, he jerked his legs up toward her and squeezed her
thighs closer together. He raised his torso from hers and began
to thrust himself furiously on top of her. She grunted in
ecstasy with each push against her hips as they became more
frequent and more violent. Finally, with the power of a
stampeding bull, Joey threw himself into her, shoving her back
several inches across the carpet. Both screamed in passion and
came together, collapsing on the floor, completely drained from
their brief physical workout. Joey slid his arms underneath her
back and drew as close as two people could possibly get to each
other, kissing her several times on the nape of her neck. Her
body went limp underneath his, lingering in the love they had
just made.
Her screams had turned into soft, breathless moans.
"I love you, Joe Bilotti," she whispered, "and I'll never
forget this night for the rest of my life."
At last, Joey had uncovered Brenda's secret, and at that
moment, nothing could have made him happier.