Under the El

Nathaniel walked in the semi-darkness through the busy downtown. Cars passed him but he didn't take much notice. Late night stores with their neon "open" signs in their windows lit the wet sidewalk as he passed the other homeless, tweakers and prostitutes. They knew better than to ask him for money, though, because he didn't have any.

That's why he was in this mess.

He felt fortunate, however. The ground was wet but at least the rain had stopped.

He rubbed at his runny nose with the back of his hand, finally breaking down and just using his red flannel sleeve. He was cold but he couldn't figure out if his nose was running because of the cold temperatures, or if he actually had a cold.

Either way, his predicament sucked.

His wife - it was the nicest four letter word he could use to describe her - had decided to move her brand new boyfriend into their two story suburban house. So they both had ganged up on Nate and had kicked him out. Currently he was living in his car with absolutely no money, as she'd - of course - cleaned out their joint bank accounts right before they had evicted him.

Thank God he had his car. Otherwise he'd be sleeping on the wet ground like some of the poor bastards he was walking past.

The liquor store he was headed to was just up ahead and around the corner. He wasn't really a drinker, but what else was there for him to do? He'd drink himself silly until he'd fall asleep, just like he'd done for the last week. At least then he'd feel warm so he could sleep comfortably once the temperature began to really drop.

The El train roared above his head as a huge black Cadillac Escalade slowed down and caught his eye. It pulled up beside him at the curb and it stopped.

Curiously he stopped and looked, but the passenger window was too dark for him to see inside. As he stood looking, the window slowly slid down.

There were two women inside, he noticed. A brunette was driving and a blonde was in the passenger seat closest to him. It looked like they were arguing but he couldn't hear anything from the clacking and the roar of the train above him.

Suddenly the blonde turned her head and looked at him. Her mouth moved but, of course, he couldn't hear her.

He cupped his hand behind his ear and pointed skyward towards the train as he shook his head, noting that he couldn't hear.

She nodded.

They stared at each other for a few seconds until the train moved a little farther down the track and the noise settled down a bit.

"What?" Nate then called out.

"How much?" She yelled.

Nate blinked. He figured he was going to be asked directions. Getting propositioned was the last thing on his mind.

"I'm n-not a p-prostitute!" He stuttered. But... he might as well be. He had no money. Payday wouldn't come for another week and a half. What was left for him to sell but himself?

The women began arguing in the SUV again. Finally the blonde turned back towards him. He could see her determined blue eyes as they looked at him.

"I'll give you a thousand dollars," she blurted out.

Nate gawked in shock at the woman. A thousand dollars?! He wasn't sure what the going rate was, but that was far above it, he was sure.

"Not enough?" She quickly said. "Two thousand then," she amended.

Nate closed his mouth. What he could do with two thousand dollars! He could at least stay in a shitty hotel for a week or more instead of sleeping in his cramped car. He could get a daily shower. He could have food on the regular.

He paused, imagining what his life would be like for a hot second. Then, numbly he nodded. "Okay. Sure," he croaked out.

"Get in," the blonde said, motioning her head towards the back seat.

Like an automatron he opened the back door to the black Escalade and climbed in.

"You are a fucking idiot, Madison!" The brunette said as she squealed her tires on the wet pavement and pulled away from the curb back into traffic. "You're going to get yourself killed! I can't believe we've just picked up a homeless man!" She wailed.

"It's fucking nice to meet you too," Nate grumbled from the back seat.

The brunette glanced at him through the rear view mirror. The blonde looked behind at him and then back at the brunette. "It's fine. He's safe. I'm sure of it," she said with confidence that her quavering voice belied.

"Do you have any weapons? Are you on meth?" The driver asked him, her eyes narrowing.

"No. And no," he grumbled. He did have a pistol, but it was safely locked in his car with his handful of bullets in the Dollar General parking lot. It wasn't on his person at the moment, anyway.

This conversation was doing its best to rile him up. "You're so concerned about me... but how do I know that you two women are safe?" He countered. "You could be picking up men to murder," he mumbled.

The brunette scoffed. "Right. As if," she said with an eye roll that Nathaniel could see in the rear view mirror.

"Well... you still could be," Nate grumbled, though in all likelihood he knew the odds of that were hovering around zero. Brunette lady was slightly chubby and looked like a soccer mom. Blonde lady was thinner, yet still screamed suburbia.

The driver turned to the other woman in desperation. "Madison, tell me you're not going to go through with this?" She said. "Please!"

"Caroline. Take us to the Ritz Hotel," Madison said instead with a quick glance back at Nate.

Caroline pursed her lips together but did as she was asked.

The short ride to the Ritz was in silence.

"You call me immediately if things go south," the brunette yelled as they both got out of the Escalade. "I'll be waiting in a parking garage nearby in my SUV for you!! And I promise not to tell Mom about this if you decide to change your mind!" She called just before both doors slammed shut.

Nate watched the blonde woman raise her hand in a short wave to the driver.

They both turned towards the entrance to the Ritz. Nathaniel had to squint as they walked under the bright lights that ran around the hotel awning. When his surroundings were all lit up, he got his first good look at this woman he was going to... what... sleep with? Fuck?

He frowned. Well. She was alright looking, he guessed. She was slightly built and was just a bit shorter than he was. Then he noticed her heels. So she'd be even shorter in her bare feet. He studied her. He wasn't crazy about her huge head of long, blonde hair, but she otherwise looked almost kind of alright. She wore a fancy-looking skirt and suit jacket combo. She looked like she'd just come from church.

He held the door to the Ritz for her and motioned for her to go in first. He watched her small ass swing back and forth as he walked behind her while they made their way to the front desk.

Nate balled up his fists. Shit. He had done some crazy shit in his time. But he'd never done anything like this before. He'd only ever slept with three women in his life - his high school girlfriend, then a brief relationship in his twenties, and then, of course, his wife. But, God, two thousand dollars for a nut! How could he turn that down?

He waited as the woman gave the man behind the desk her credit card. Shit - this hotel room by itself was nearly a thousand dollars. Who was she that she had that kind of money to throw around on just sex?

They rode up in the elevator in silence, each standing in a corner, the farthest away that they could get from each other. Nathaniel leaned against the side of the elevator and felt his stomach drop as the elevator took off, and headed up to the fourteenth floor.

With nothing else to do, his eyes roamed around the elevator, and he noticed that the gold elevator walls were highly polished so that they were mirrored. He made the mistake of looking at the woman's reflection and, at the same time, she was looking right at his reflection too.

He immediately tore his eyes away from her large blue ones, and he quickly looked down at his scuffed athletic shoes. Hell. Honestly this would be simple. Right? He could just pretend he was wanking. He even supposed he didn't have to look at her. He'd make sure the lights were off and he'd fuck her in the dark. Then he wouldn't have to look at that big blonde hair or at her inquisitive eyes.

When they arrived on the fourteenth floor and found the room, Nathaniel waited for the woman to unlock the door with the key card. He then followed her inside.

But it wasn't just a normal hotel room. No, it was a suite.

Why had she gotten a suite?!

There was a big king sized bed with white sheets and a white duvet and blanket. A light gray bolster pillow was at the bottom of the white sleeping pillows. Colorful, modern art hung on the walls - probably from local artists, Nate thought. Made with furious, almost angry paint strokes, the art looked hideous to him. One framed canvas showed a bicycle that had been left on a beach. The other painting was of a lighthouse with a boat off in the distance.

He walked around, curiously taking everything in. There was a nook where there was a desk, and an interesting modern-looking, yellow and black swirled frosted glass light hung down over the desk from the ceiling.

The black leather couch was in a separate room with its own TV, microwave, and small refrigerator.

He next made his way to the bathroom. It was large with a glass-walled shower with a big rain shower head and a separate jacuzzi tub.

"Can you... please take a shower for me before we get started?" Nate suddenly heard her say from behind him.

He spun around in surprise at her words. There stood the woman looking up at him. He flushed. It was true that he hadn't showered for maybe a week. But he used deodorant. And he took spot sponge baths wherever he could.

Then he felt the anger rise up within him. Who was this rich bitch who could pay two thousand dollars for a fuck, rent a swanky hotel suite at one of the best hotels in the city, and then think she was going to boss him around?

He laughed derisively. "Yeah, sure, lady, I'll shower. But you need to wash that pussy," he countered. "I'm not dipping my dick into anything that's not squeaky clean," he said.

The woman drew her head back quickly in shock at his coarse words. "Um... alright," she finally said after a long pause.

Nate nodded once. "And are you ever going to ask me my name?" He said in irritation.

Now it was the woman's turn to flush. "Oh. I'm sorry. I haven't asked you that, have I?" She said.

"No. No, you have not," he replied.

"Okay. I'm... I'm Madison. What's your name?" She said, holding out her hand to shake.

"Nate," he said, putting his hands on his hips and pointedly ignoring her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me I guess I need a thorough shower," he said, a mocking lilt present in his tone.

He turned and walked into the bathroom. He shut the bathroom door softly but still he shut it in her face as she looked at him.

Nate sighed and looked around one of the prettiest hotel bathrooms he'd ever seen. The walls were painted a soft white and there was a red, abstract painting on one wall. This one made the shape of a naked woman on a bed. This painting wasn't hideous, at least.

The inside of the shower had three bottles with pump tops on them. Each one was separately labeled: shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Nate was glad because he, of course, didn't have any soap on him.

He began to strip off his clothes. Just for kicks he smelled the armpits of his shirt. Nothing. He didn't smell anything. Although, he did remember hearing once that a person was immune to their own smell. But who was he kidding. He was thrilled to be taking a shower in here. He really needed one anyway. He turned on the water so it would warm to a temperature he liked.

He peed in the toilet, then grabbed a white washcloth and stepped under the spray. The rainwater shower head was nice. The warm water ran down his body and pooled down at his feet. He scrubbed his body down with the washcloth and the body wash, taking care to wash everything.

Ten minutes later he was done, and he walked out dripping into the bedroom area of the suite with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Movement in the office nook caught his eye and he did a double take before staring full on at what was happening.

What the hell?!

This lady was... taking off her hair!

She laid it carefully down on the desk and jumped in surprise when she realized he was standing there watching her.

His jaw dropped clear down to his chest.

She had a skullcap on under the wig and when she took it off too it confirmed what Nate had already just figured out - this woman was bald.

She took in his shocked expression. "Sorry," she mumbled.

He knew there was something odd about her when he'd seen her in the Escalade when the lights had come on when he had climbed in. He now looked her face over very carefully.

Aha.

She had no eyebrows. That's what had struck him. And her eyelashes were so light... no, wait. No eyelashes, either.

"What is all this?" He breathed, motioning towards the wig.

She rolled her eyes. "I take it you've never seen anyone with cancer before?" She said sourly. "We do tend to lose our hair," she said.

He closed his mouth. "Yeah," was all he could say. He smoothed his fingers through his too-long, shaggy, wet brown hair and glanced around.

She scurried past him and ducked into the bathroom, leaving him to wonder: What kind of fucked up situation was this?

He heard the shower turn on. Right then he wanted to flee. But dumbly he'd left his clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor. He couldn't leave in just a hotel bath towel or one of the white robes that he assumed was probably hanging in the closet.

He sat on the edge of the bed in his towel. He couldn't go through with this! This was way more than he'd bargained for.

He sat in silence just thinking. Fifteen minutes passed and he heard the shower water turn off.

She came out of the bathroom looking vulnerable and frail and far too skinny with a white towel wrapped around her just under her armpits. Yes. Now it all made sense. She was too frail and skinny. Clearly she'd been sick.

Even worse, she had a port implanted on her chest just underneath her clavicle. Nate knew it was an alternative to getting continually pricked with needles when she needed her cancer treatments.

Suddenly he felt sick. He wasn't sure exactly why, possibly it was for a myriad of reasons. "I don't think I... can do this," he abruptly said, standing.

She just looked at him. "But I gave you two thousand dollars!" She said.

He nodded, wincing. That money meant the world to him, but he couldn't take that kind of cash from a cancer patient.

"Please," she said. Then she somewhat brightened. "You know... I'm not exactly contagious," she said with a lopsided grin.

He scoffed, flushing. "Yeah, I know that. But..."

"It's bad, but it's ovarian, see? You definitely can't catch it because you don't even have the same parts," she said with a smirk.

He didn't laugh at her joke. He just shook his head emphatically.

She licked her lips. "Please," she said again.

Nate closed his eyes. He sighed heavily.

Jesus.

"Please. I've... God, you probably won't believe me when I say this, but I've never ever once had an orgasm," she said.

His eyes flew open and he blinked at her. What the hell?!

"You've never...?" He said.

She shook her head adamantly. "No."

"So that's where I'm supposed to come in?" He said.

She nodded. "Yes."

He glanced away, then back at her. "Not even... you know... not even when you were alone?" He asked her, feeling his scalp prickle uncomfortably.

She shook her head. "Never."

Hell, how was he supposed to help her if she hadn't ever had an orgasm all by herself?! Like he'd know what got her going!

He sighed and ran his fingers through his wet hair again, but this time he did it carelessly and in frustration and it stood up in all directions because he badly needed a haircut. "Well. I can't promise you that you'll have one," he said.

She nodded. "I know. But can we at least try?" She asked.

He paused for a beat. "Why in the hell did you choose me for this?" He finally asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. You looked depressed, I guess, but... mostly you seemed pretty trustworthy," she said.

He chuckled. "Well, I'm... okay, I'm both of those things. At least I think I'm trustworthy," he said, thinking. "But..."

She looked at him so earnestly and expectantly that Nate had to look away.

"I know I'll be safe with you. I'm a good judge of character," she said.

Nate sighed and closed his eyes again. He couldn't help but wonder for the second time: What in the hell had he gotten himself into?

He watched her as she rounded the bed. He usually liked the side she was by but he didn't say anything.

Together they pulled back the bedsheets, placed the extra pillows they didn't need onto the floor, and took off their towels. It was then that Nate got his first good look at her. She was so pale her body was almost colorless, except for her small breasts just barely jutting out from her chest that were topped with little, ripe, strawberry-red nipples. But despite her frailty, her blue eyes seemed determined as she crawled between the sheets.

Nate turned off the lights, ditched his towel, and climbed into bed right next to her. He lay on his side just looking at her shining blue eyes in the darkness.

"I guess I can try going down on you," he mumbled.

She nodded. "Alright," she said.

Nate figured touching her wherever he liked would be okay by now, and so he reached out his hand and touched her breast, caressed it, then palmed the other one. She shivered and her nipples hardened at his touch. Nate felt his cock respond to those strawberry nipples. Then he climbed between her legs and she spread them for him. She smelled good and fresh all over, flowery - like the gel bath soap that he himself had just used.

And besides, who was he kidding?

Her pussy smelled fantastic.

He'd eaten pussy plenty of times when it wasn't all that clean. Especially back in high school. And his wife refused to regularly shave hers, so he always ended up getting stray hairs in his mouth or between his teeth when he'd gone down on her. He had figured if this woman was bald on her head she'd be bald everywhere... and he was right.

He caressed her bare thighs and heard her sigh contentedly. He touched her mound and was shocked at how soft it was. After his wife did sometimes shave her pubic hair for him, he almost got beard burn from her rough-feeling mound. But this woman was smooth there and oh-so-soft.

Nate had never shied away from eating pussy and his mouth was watering over knowing that he was going to get to eat this one.

He gently kissed all over her mound and her inner thighs before he rooted around in her pussy with his nose and his lips. He then opened his mouth and took her clit onto his tongue.

"Oh!" She gasped at the feel of his mouth on such a sensitive place.

He tonged her clit so very slowly, taking time to lick her inner labia as well. He tongued her opening and pretty soon tasted her unique flavor.

She tasted absolutely delicious.

He figured for two thousand dollars he'd better bring along his A game. Judging from the sighs and little gasps she was making he must be doing something right.

"Oh... oh God!" She groaned. He noticed when her arms went up and she grabbed the pillow behind her head and hung on tight.

"Feel good?" He asked her from down below.

"Wha-yes! Yes! Oh, oh, wow!" she breathed.

He paused, curious. "You act like this is new?" He ventured, then licked up her entire pussy.

She shuddered on the bed. "It is," she confirmed. "My ex-husband refused to do it," she said.

Jesus. No orgasms and no oral either?

Suddenly Nate felt ill will towards a man he had never even met. Besides. What kind of dude called himself a man that didn't go down on a woman? He probably expected blow jobs from her all the time too, Nate figured.

"Your ex?" He asked.

"You... you want to talk about my ex-husband right now?" She asked him breathlessly in disbelief.

Nate shook his head. "No. Not really. I was just curious because you brought him up," he said.

She nodded. "Yes. He... he was very religious. If it wouldn't end up making a baby he wasn't interested," she said.

Nate frowned. Yes. He did want to punch this man that he'd never met.

"Do you have any kids?" Nate asked. She was probably in her early 30's just like he was - prime baby-making time.

"No, thank goodness," she said.

"Thank goodness?" He asked, confused. She'd been married and he had always figured that you got married and then you naturally had kids. It's what everybody in his family did. He hadn't had any kids with his wife yet because she was afraid she'd lose her figure... among other excuses.

"He left me when I was diagnosed," she said.

Nate growled in disbelief. Yes. He wanted to absolutely pummel the sonofabitch.

And what was with her? Good judge of character my ass, Nate thought.

Nevertheless, he redoubled his effort on her clit, channeling his anger into his tongue work.

"Nate, God!" She moaned softly. "What are you doing to me?!" She asked.

He chuckled darkly, his hard-on pinned uncomfortably beneath him. He mentally gave himself a high-five for bringing her some pleasure. Still, his cock's position was beginning to hurt him. He raised his ass and he shifted a bit so that his cock could be free to fully stiffen, now pointing towards his belly button. He relaxed back down onto the bed. Yes. Now that was much better.

He redoubled his efforts on the woman, her pussy honestly the best tasting one that he'd ever had the joy of sampling. The softness of her bare mound was blowing his mind.

"Are you... doing okay?" She suddenly asked him.

He chuckled, lightly thrusting his hips into the mattress to put a little friction against his hard cock. "Yep. I'm doing just fine," he said.

"Do you... do you think you'll be able to get hard?" She asked him tentatively.

Nate looked up at her and he laughed out loud. He was hard. Fuck. He was so hard he was starting to ache.

She looked down at him, confused.

"Yeah. I'm already there," he said.

"Oh!" She said, surprised.

"I've been there for awhile," he said.

"You have?" She asked.

He nodded. "Can I finger you?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah," she said breathlessly.

Nate ran his hands all over her thighs and up to her waist. Then he slid a hand down her belly and used his thumb to pull back her mound so her clit was more exposed. He attacked it with his tongue.

"Oh, my God," she breathed.

Nate took a finger and slowly slid it home. She was slick and hot and her pussy clamped down on him immediately.

There was nothing special about her physical responses, but she had Nate leaking precome like a motherfucker onto the mattress.

He pulled his one finger out and then inserted two.

Madison arched her back at that. "Yes!" She whispered. "Please," she said.

Nate was floored. She was begging, but she didn't even know what for. She was begging for that elusive orgasm, Nate knew.

His tongue and jaw were getting tired but he powered through. He didn't want to stop eating her pussy, especially if there was a chance that she might be able to come.

Hell, he didn't want to stop eating her pussy, period.

And if he was honest with himself, he really wanted to see her come.

He moved his fingers back and forth inside of her, that sweet, heavenly place where his cock was soon to go, while he licked and sucked on her.

"Nate!" She choked out. One of her hands flew down to his head and she fisted his damp hair. He didn't mind the burn at all, especially if she was going to come soon.

Suddenly she went rigid. His tongue was going wild. Her breaths came out in huffs and puffs and she yelled: "Oh, my, God!" He felt her pussy grab onto his fingers and squeeze them over and over like a hot, wet, vise.

"What... what...?!" She gasped. "What just... oh, my God!" She said with a laugh. "Was... was that an orgasm?!" She said shakily.

Nate chuckled. He was kissing her inner thighs now but still slowly fingering her, languishing in her wetness. "Only you can be the judge of that," he said. "But if I had to guess, I'd say yes," he said.

"It was... wow!" She said, leaning up on her elbows and looking down at him. "It was like a sneeze once it came up on me," she said. "I couldn't stop it!" She chuckled.

Nate laughed out loud. "So how was your first orgasm?" He asked.

She flushed in the darkness. "It was great, yeah! Now I want another one!" She said.

Nate laughed again.

"Will you kiss me?" She suddenly asked him.

Nate climbed up her body and locked his lips with hers.

Man, if only this fuck meant something, he thought. His ex-wife was rather... bitchy when it came to sex. "Over more. Right there. Harder. No, now softer. No, no wait, you moved. Ugh! Nate! Why can't you get it right?!"

Nate could take direction just fine. He had to at work all the time, anyway. You couldn't install flooring with a partner without talking. But his wife's instructions seemed to sometimes mock him. It was as if she delighted in pointing out his faults.

This woman had done nothing of the kind. She'd let him take the lead and thankfully, an orgasm had resulted.

Nate kissed her again. "I want inside of you," he mumbled as they kissed. "You got some condoms?" He asked.

She shook her head.

Nate broke the kiss and his head snapped up. "No condoms?!"

She shook her head again. "It's stage four," she whispered. "It won't matter," she said.

"It matters to me!" Nate blurted out.

She smiled a wry smile. "I've been pumped so full of chemicals that no sexually transmitted diseases could survive," she said.

Nate frowned. He knew that was bullshit. Maybe she'd been pumped full of cancer drugs, but that didn't have anything to do with STD's.

"I'm sorry, but I-"

"I'm clean. I haven't had sex for over a year and I got tested right after my husband left me," she stated. "So it's fine," she said.

Nate just looked at her.

She was silent.

"Don't you want to know whether I'm clean or not?" He asked her.

"It doesn't matter," she said.

Nate felt those words drop into the pit of his stomach.

"It doesn't matter?!" He said.

She shook her head. "I won't be around... long enough for it to matter," she said.

Nate's eyes bugged.

Fucking hell. She didn't expect to live much past this, he thought.

"So can we..." she insinuated.

She wanted full-on sex now. He sighed. That discussion had been a definite mood killer. His cock was now the size of a toddler's.

"I'm gonna have to... I mean, I'm not hard anymore," he said.

She nodded. "Oh. Well, I used to be good at sucking," she said. "Scoot up and roll over," she said.

"Wait. I can't let you do that!" He said. So he was right about the cock sucking. Even so, he didn't want to be lumped into a bin with her shitty ex-husband.

Her absent eyebrows drew downward. "Why not?" She asked.

"Because... well, because..."

She rolled her eyes.

She resembled her sister in that moment.

"Come on. Scoot up and roll over onto your back," she said. "I'm serious," she added.

Nate sighed. He did as she asked, climbing out from between her legs and laying onto his back on his side of the bed.

She sat up. He felt her delicate hand take hold of his limp noodle. He inwardly cursed himself because he'd gone soft, but talking about death wasn't exactly the best way to get and keep a man hard.

Nevertheless, she leaned over and he felt her warm mouth envelop his entire member. She licked all around his head and he felt his cock twitch. What was he, easy? In all honesty he loved a good blowjob. Hell. What was he saying. He loved a bad blowjob! Having a woman take him into her mouth was sometimes even more intimate than the act of sex itself, he'd always thought.

And she was pulling out all the stops. She was licking and sucking and gently fondling his balls.

"Kind of roll to the side towards me a bit," she whispered.

He did and he moved his leg so that her roaming fingers could have better access between them. Her little fingers cupped and caressed his balls and when she kissed down his growing cock and took a ball into her mouth, he went rigid all over and he clenched both his fists.

Oh, fuck!

This was dangerous! She had his right ball in her fucking mouth! What if her teeth slipped? What if the fire alarm suddenly went off and her mouth clamped down?!

He was on pins and needles until his ball popped out of her mouth. Then she did the same to his other one.

He stiffened anew. But it was so unexpected that his cock continued to grow.

He then felt her fingers walk back between his legs until they were at his taint. He figured she'd play around there and eventually get bored. But her fingers didn't stop going, and the next thing he knew she was touching his little clenched asshole.

"Woah!!!" He nearly shouted. Nevertheless, He felt a surge of desire shoot through his cock. "What are you doing?!" He squeaked.

Madison chuckled as she licked his cockhead. "Roll over," she said. "Onto your stomach now," she said.

"What are you going to do?!" He asked her nervously.

"It's a surprise," she said.

Nate usually was alright with surprises. But not in this situation.

"I don't do butt stuff," he said.

Madison rolled her eyes again.

"Trust me," she said.

Nate shook his head. "Butt stuff is off the table," he said.

She grinned. "Aren't you a little curious about what I'm going to do to you?" She whispered.

He did a double take. Was he? He was, because he was a curious guy, always wondering how things worked like car parts or anything else machine-related. But his ass?

"Are you chicken?" She asked.

Nate's jaw fell open. "Chicken?!" He spluttered.

"Are you afraid?" She asked, her eyes sparkling.

He just looked at her.

Well, fuck. She'd gone and used the chicken card. He wasn't one to shy away from doing crazy things. He'd walked across a long, suspended rope bridge over a huge gorge before. He'd ziplined through the trees. He had a skydiving appointment for a few months from now with a buddy of his.

"You're not afraid of your own butt, are you?" She asked him playfully.

That did it. He huffed out a short puff of air. "Of course not!" He said.

"On your stomach then," she said.

Nate gulped. But he still had his pride and so he rolled over onto his belly.

His eyes went wide as her hands went to his shoulders. She straddled his ass and started sensuously kissing the back of his neck.

He immediately felt tingles burst alive all over his body.

"Oh!" He squeaked.

Nobody had ever done this to him before,

He thought, as her hands caressed his back.

She slowly kissed and licked down his spine and the tingles only intensified. When she reached his waist she scooted down his legs. She had both hands on his ass now and she kneaded it as she kissed and licked at his lower back.

She suddenly caressed down the length of his entire spine with her fingers.

"Fuck!" He spat, shaking. Goddamn, it felt so fucking good it was unbelievable!

Now she was kissing and caressing his ass cheeks. His breaths were coming out in harsh bursts. He fisted the pillow, not knowing what she was going to do. Was she going to finger him?! He'd never had that done to him before. And before he had another thought, she suddenly pried his muscular cheeks apart and licked him - there.

"Oh my god!" He shouted. His cock went from half-mast to full-on stiffie in 0.2 seconds. It was the craziest thing he'd ever felt. Never had he had such a response to anything sexual.

But she didn't stop. He fisted the pillow even harder as her mouth returned. Her tongue wriggled around on his asshole as her lips kissed.

Nate whimpered. Jesus Christ! He'd never felt anything like this! So dirty yet it felt so good!

"Doing okay?" She chuckled.

"Yes!" He squeaked. His body had gone rigid again to match the state of his cock. He felt his precome dripping onto the bedding. He took an experimental thrust and he groaned.

"That's it. Hump the bed for me," she said.

Nate froze. What?! Hump the bed?!

But now that the thought had been put into his mind, he couldn't get it out. He needed to move. He began slowly but helplessly rutting his cock against the sheets. He needed this friction, goddamnit, and he needed it right now!

She mumbled something about his sexy ass.

"Madison!" He whispered loudly. He was getting to the point of desperation.

"What?" She put her lips on his hole and she sucked - hard.

"Madison!" He barked.

"What?"

His nipples felt tight. He clenched his toes. He fucked the bed faster. "I can't! I mean it's too good! I'm gonna-"

And he suddenly spilled everything he had onto the bedding.

Her mouth caressed and licked and sucked his hole as he jizzed right there onto the bed.

"Oops," she chuckled.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" He whimpered in pleasure. His cock bucked underneath him and he came possibly harder than he'd ever done in his whole life.

He panted through his orgasm and when it was done, she climbed off of him and he chuckled embarrassingly.

"Am I expanding your horizons a little?" She asked him with a playful smirk.

Now it was Nate's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah. Just a bit!" he said, flushing.

What had she just done to him?! Tossed his salad, for sure! But he was a little confused. How could something as boring as his little asshole bring him such pleasure?!

"Somebody liked butt stuff," she said, giving his ass a pat.

He laughed again, blowing out a long breath of air. He ran a hand down his face. "Jesus!" He mumbled.

She reached across him and grabbed the room's phone. "Want some room service?" She asked him.

**********************

Twenty minutes later the food that Madison had ordered arrived. It actually came on a rolling cart with a long white cloth draped over it. The dishes even had those silver lids on them.

She'd ordered them shrimp cocktail, mozzarella bites, two vegetable soups and two steak dinners with baked potatoes and steamed broccoli. And champagne. And a full-sized chocolate mousse pie.

Madison sat naked in bed eating the pie. "I always eat the dessert first," she said offhandedly.

"Why's that?" Nate said, cutting a big bite off of his steak.

"Because I never know when... I mean, I don't know how long..."

He froze. His appetite had suddenly shrunk.

"Don't talk like that," he said gently.

"Just being realistic," she said.

Nate sighed. He took a sip of his champagne.

"At first... at first you think you're gonna be fine, that you'll beat it. This was caught early," she said softly. "But as the treatments drag on and on and the tumor does nothing but grow..." she stopped, and she wiped away a single tear.

Nate blinked at her. He reached out and put his hand on the side of her face. "Hey," he said. "Nobody knows how long they have, honestly. Hell, I could get flattened by a trash truck when we finish up here," he said.

She laughed a watery laugh. "Thanks for that cheerful image," she said.

Nate chuckled too. "Well. You started it," he said.

Madison grinned and rolled her eyes again.

Nate put his half-eaten plate back onto the cart. He looked at her and took her plate of pie and sat it back into the cart too. "Kiss me," he said.

She paused, then she nodded and looked up at him.

He kissed her and she let out a small whimper. He deepened the kiss and the next thing he knew his tongue was in her mouth and she was holding on to him like he was a lifeline.

His cock steadily rose throughout the passionate kiss and when they pulled apart, they were both breathing hard. He slid his lips along the soft pulse in her neck. "Lie down," he whispered.

She did, and Nate took one breast in hand and the other nipple into his mouth.

She sighed out a moan.

Her nipple went rigid between his lips. He sucked hard and then fluttered his tongue against the peak. He lightly pinched her other nipple and it too became a turgid point.

"Madison," he whispered.

God, he wasn't used to having meaningless sex. He'd never had it before. But was tonight really meaningless? It didn't feel that way anymore. And he was so hard for her that he ached.

He slid between her legs again and kissed down her torso. He tongued her belly button and she shivered. After that he kissed down right to the prize - her little tasty clit.

"Mmph!" She said, the sound music to Nate's ears.

He kissed and licked and then sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue fluttering wildly against her sensitive nub.

"Nate," she moaned. "It's so good!" She said.

He couldn't suppress a grin as he sucked on her. He hummed deep in his throat and she let out a short squeal.

She began undulating her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. "That's it," he murmured. "Let it all go," he said.

Her hands flew down and she grabbed both of his ears. She tugged, eyes squinched tightly shut, trying to get his face closer than was humanly possible.

"You gonna come for me again?" Nate growled.

Madison's eyes flew open and they met his. "Please," was all she said.

"Beg me some more," he whispered.

"Please, Nate," She said.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I want to come again!" She whined.

"I'll do my best to get you there," he said.

His tongue thrashed and thrashed at her clit. She cooed and gasped, her breaths now coming in hard pants.

Nate nodded.

She bent her legs, grabbed her knees, and pulled her feet off of the mattress. Nate slid two fingers home and attacked her G-spot.

Madison arched her back and let out a long whine.

"Come, baby. Come," Nate intoned.

She started to quiver and then she shook violently. "Nate!" She wailed.

He felt her pussy contract around his fingers for the second time that night. "So... good!" She haltingly gasped.

Nate nodded as she came, came long and hard, came just for him.

***********************

Madison finally opened her eyes. "Did I fall asleep?!" She asked in disbelief.

Nate shrugged. "I don't know. I just figured you were blissed out," he said.

Madison beamed. "Two orgasms in one night!"

She chuckled. "You truly are a wonder!" She said.

Nate chuckled. "I try," he said.

She lightly smacked his arm. "You do more than try," she said with an even bigger smile.

Nate, grinning, flopped onto his back and he gave his hard cock a couple strokes.

"Look at that," she said, glancing down at his hard-on. "We need to do something about that," she said.

Nate chuckled.

All of a sudden, Madison rolled onto her stomach. She pulled her knees up and stopped with her ass up in the air. "Nate," she said, licking her lips, "I need more of you," she said.

Nate shook his head in disbelief. She was presenting herself to him and was begging for a fuck, doggie style.

"Good God!" He whispered.

"Don't leave me waiting," she said.

Nate crawled up onto his hands and knees and rounded her body. She looked absolutely delectable with her pussy and asshole on display between her thighs just for him.

He rose up on his knees, took hold of her hips and shook his head. She was shockingly a dirty girl. He'd have never guessed.

Nate slid the head of his cock up and down her slit. She was hot and wet and more than willing.

He slowly pushed his cock into the best pussy he'd ever felt. And without a condom she felt even better. She felt otherworldly.

"Please," she moaned.

Nate growled and pulled back, then sank his dick back inside of her. He started a rhythm that was slow, but his strokes were powerful and intense. When he'd bottom out he would grind his hips into hers and she'd gasp aloud.

"I like it a little rough," she whispered.

Nate felt his body flush all over. Her words spoken from that soft mouth with those soft lips seemed incongruent. He was having a hard time reconciling this duality.

Nevertheless, he sped up and began to pound into her. She went down into her elbows and the change in the angle of her pussy felt even better.

"You're kind of a dirty girl, aren't you?" He whispered.

"You're just now figuring this out?" She chuckled.

Nate laughed. "Well, your pussy feels amazing, dirty girl," he said. "You're so tight and wet," he said. "I can't believe this is happening," he murmured.

She began thrusting her hips back into his each time that he surged forward. The bed squeaked. The sounds of their moans and gasps filled the room, and suddenly Nate couldn't endure any more.

"I'm there, Madison!" he said.

She moaned her encouragement and he sped up and then stopped altogether as he came inside of her.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He said. He moaned loudly as he pulsed, his cock emptying everything he had deep within her body.

When Nate came to he was on his back on the mattress. He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten that way. Madison was on her side and propped up on an elbow, looking down at him.

He smiled. "That was absolutely amazing," he said.

She beamed.

*************************

Madison left to go to the bathroom. While she was gone her cell phone began to ding over and over with new text messages. Finally curiosity got the better of Nate and he grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

Sure enough, there were several texts from Christine, the driver of the Escalade.

Are you alright?

Please let me know you're okay! I'm worried sick!

Did he murder you?!

Are you tied up?

But is... is the sex good?

She texted Madison a good ten times in quick succession, her messages getting more and more frantic.

Except for the last one.

Suddenly her phone rang. Nate dropped it because it startled him greatly. After he picked it up from the floor he noticed that It was Christine calling. He watched the call ring as it finally went to Madison's voice mail.

Nate did some swiping and found out her phone was not password protected. He snorted. So he quickly brought up a new text message and sent a one-word message to himself.

It was then that the bathroom door opened and Madison came out. Luckily Nate was able to put her phone back on the bedside table quickly before she came into the sleeping area. He even had time to crawl back under the covers.

"Uh, someone is trying to get ahold of you," he said to her a little guiltily.

Madison had her arm across her nipples and her hand over her pussy as she approached the bed for some reason, but she had to bare her breasts to grab her phone. She then climbed back into the bed. She scanned the texts and then began frantically typing. "It's my sister Christine. She's just worried about me is all," Madison said. After a few seconds of furious thumb typing she was done. She leaned over Nate and put her phone back down. When she did, her bare nipple grazed his cheek and he chuckled.

They finished what they could of the food she'd bought and then both were agreeable to watch a little TV. Nate turned on some inane late night talk show and hardly was paying attention to it because everytime Madison would chuckle or sigh at the TV his eyes would flit over to her and he'd watch her. For some reason when she laughed it made him insanely happy.

When they couldn't keep their eyes open anymore, they turned the TV off and settled in to sleep.

They were quiet for a few minutes until Madison spoke. "Nate?"

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Tell me a little about yourself," she said sleepily.

Nate paused. "What do you want to know?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Why you were on the street. Or... whatever you want to tell me," she said.

He cleared his throat but then he sighed. "It's kind of a long story," he said.

"I've got time," she answered.

Why she wanted to waste the time she had left on his problems baffled him. But she was curious and he was fine to tell her.

"I was married," he began. "Still am technically. Had a house, a wife, everything was going great. Well, I mean we had our problems but, you know. Just the regular kind of husband/wife stuff. Then she met Marco at a work mixer."

"What does she do?"

"She's a realtor. She's not a very good one but she tries. Anyway, she started having an affair right under my nose. I knew something was off but that just wasn't on my radar, you know? he said.

Madison nodded.

"We did everything together. I thought we were fine. Anyway, so yeah, enter Marco into the equation," he said. "He came over to the house the other night. I didn't even know he had even existed until that moment. She introduced him as her lover then she announced she wasn't in love with me anymore and was in love with him. He'd brought his truck with a bunch of his shit in the back. He was moving in. She told me to get out. We argued for several minutes but I finally said fine. I left with nothing but the clothes on my back. Went to a restaurant to buy myself some dinner but my credit card got declined. Tried to use my debit card. Declined. Turns out she had cleaned out the bank account and had cancelled the credit card. All I had on me was the 50 dollar bill that was in my wallet. I went back home and knocked but they wouldn't answer the door. Tried my key and it wouldn't work. The garage code wouldn't work. She'd totally shut me out. She still hasn't let me back in to get my stuff. I get paid every couple of weeks. I lay flooring, you know. It's not payday yet. So I've been living in my car until then," he said. "Right now I have absolutely nothing," he said. "I'm pretty handy so I've been doing odd jobs for people for cash. And drinking. I've been drinking," he sighed. "Got to tone that shit down," he added. "In fact I was headed to the liquor store when I met you," he said.

Madison was quiet. "I'm so sorry," she finally said.

Nate glanced at her. She looked so earnest that suddenly he felt emotion rise up within him and clog his throat. He wasn't sure where the emotion was coming from. His fucked up home life? This beautiful woman's health issues?

In a horrified reaction his eyes started to water. He angrily brushed the tears away with the palms of both hands.

Suddenly Madison leaned in and kissed him on his lips. It surprised Nate so much so that he didn't have time to respond.

She stared down at him in the darkness. "I've cleaned out my 401k," she blurted out. "There's no need to hang onto it, I don't think," she said.

"Oh," Nate said. So that's where all her money was coming from. "What do you do?"

"Accounting. It pays pretty well," she said.

Nate paused. "I can really use that two thousand dollars of yours. I swear it won't go up my nose or in my veins. I don't do that shit. It'll be nice to at least be able to stay in a motel until I get my paycheck," he said. "Living in my car is kind of... um..."

"Kind of what?" She asked.

"It's kind of... scary," he finally said, almost too soft to hear.

There. He's said it. Scared. Life was scary for him right now. He was scared he might get jumped on the street. He was scared he'd never live in a house again. He was even scared of Madison's big blue eyes and what lay inside of them.

She blinked at him and gently kissed him again.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hung on to her. He knew that all they had was the right now. She seemed to sense it too, because her kisses became more and more desperate.

Suddenly he was clinging on to her for dear life and trying to kiss her lips off. When she pulled back from his voracious kisses they were both breathing heavy.

Nate rolled her over onto her back. Wordlessly she spread her legs and his automatically went between hers.

He looked at her. She nodded. Slowly he pushed his cock inside of her. He rocked into her slowly, both of them riding on his slow waves.

"Nate," she breathed.

"Yeah?" He asked.

She just shook her head. "Nate," she said again, her hands grasping his ass.

He nodded.

***********************

Morning eventually did come. Nate awoke to knocking on the hotel room door.

"Do not disturb!" He called out. His head fell back down onto the pillow. He was groggy. And his head hurt. They'd made love off and on all night long. He didn't think he had another orgasm in him to speak of.

He slid his hand over to Madison's side of the bed but it was cold. Empty and cold.

Nate jerked up. He turned on the light because the blackout curtains were doing their job. And the bed beside him was empty.

What was worse was the alarm clock beside the bed said 11:24 AM.

"Eleven thirty!" He groaned. He confirmed the time on his cell phone. He never slept that late ever!

He ran a hand down his face and looked over at the empty side of the bed. He went into the office nook but her wig was gone. Madison must have snuck out in the early morning, he guessed.

He stumbled into the bathroom where he peed. He didn't even have morning wood. Talk about bodily exhaustion.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked a little wild. Crazy hair. Bloodshot eyes. But his eyes looked sad. And he felt sad. He'd felt he'd made a connection last night but evidently she hadn't thought so. Why else would she have run out on him?

He returned back into the bedroom. He wondered when the hotel's checkout was.

It was then he noticed that there was a note on the TV stand. He walked over and picked it up.

"The hotel room is all paid up for a week. Feel free to stay here until then," It said. The room's keycard was under the note.

Nate's mouth dropped open.

She was extraordinary. How he'd ended up with her was beyond him.

**************************

9 Months Later

Nate and his coworkers walked into the accounting firm. It was a large office building with lots of cubicles. Accountants sat at their desks or walked around chatting about business and spreadsheets and accounts payable and accounts receivable. All the women wore dresses or skirts. The men were all in suits and ties. Nate was in his jeans and a T-shirt. He shot a glance at his buddy Dave and his eyebrows were raised. Nate blew out a gust of air. He felt severely underdressed.

"Here's the breakroom," the director of IT told them as she gave them the tour. Why she was showing them around was beyond Nate but she thankfully knew what was going on.

"We've had a bit too many coffee spills on the carpet in here. That's why we're getting it replaced," she told them.

Nate nodded. The carpet looked terrible. There were several big and dark coffee spills on the light tan carpet. What they were installing was a speckled dark blue. It would mask most of the spills going forward, Nate figured.

As they were ripping up the old carpet, a blonde walked by the breakroom. She stuck her head inside. Before he even had a chance to get a good look at her Nate suddenly got chills. He stopped what he was doing and stared.

"Can I grab my coffee cup before you guys tear up all the carpet?" She asked.

"Sure you can!" Dave said.

Nate watched as she entered the breakroom and all he could do was blink.

It was her. Goddamn. It was her!

She'd ditched the big, long blonde wig and had different hair now. Was it a different wig? It was blonde too, and was smartly styled in a sweet little pixie cut. She looked adorable and yet Nate felt his body immediately sexually respond to her.

She glanced at all the men in turn: Dave, his boss. And then Al, his co-worker. Finally her eyes slid over to Nate.

And her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she promptly dropped her empty coffee cup on the carpet and it broke.

"Oh, shit!" She said. But she'd flushed even before the cup had fallen.

She'd recognized him, he knew it.

"Let me get that," Nate said, quickly walking over to her. He knelt down at her fancy nude-colored dress shoes and deftly picked up the broken pieces of coffee cup.

"No, you don't have to," she said, and she knelt down too.

"But I want to," he said. He carefully took the sharp pieces and tossed them into the trash can.

She also stood up and he returned to the doorway where she was still standing. They stood just looking at each other.

He grinned at her.

She took a step backward.

"You look good," he said, appreciating her summery yellow dress with tiny white flowers on it.

He took a step forward.

Her face kept getting more pink. "Thanks," she murmured. "You do too," she said.

She took another step backward.

Nate grinned widely.

He took another step forward.

"You two know each other?" Dave said, coming over.

Nate frowned. Dave was a gossip. But this conversation probably couldn't be avoided.

"Yeah," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "We do."

She smiled.

Nate felt his pulse pound. His heart was working overtime.

Because how many lonely nights had he wondered about her? How many nights had he touched himself thinking about her? How many nights had he dreamed of her?

"Your hair..." he began.

She reached up and absently touched it. "Yeah. It finally started growing back." She said.

Nate grinned. "I really like it," he said. "It suits you," he added.

She smiled. "Thank you."

He lowered his voice. "Your cancer...?" He whispered.

"... is in remission now," she said.

Nate felt as if he was going to burst from joy.

How could he be this excited to see her?

"You gonna help us tear this carpet up, loverboy?" Al said. He'd moved over to them to where they all three were already standing uncomfortably close. Nate glared at Al and then he took Madison by the elbow and walked her down the hallway a few feet so Al or Dave wouldn't have their noses right in their business.

He turned and backed Madison against the hallway wall. He looked to his left and his right. He was satisfied - they appeared to be alone for now.

"I have to see you," he murmured softly but intently.

She looked somewhat surprised. "Oh?" She said. But when she caught the intense look in Nate's eyes she let out a little gasp. Oh!" She said, understanding. He didn't want to just see her. He needed to SEE her.

"I texted you several times," he said.

She looked down at her shoes and nodded. "I know," she said.

"You never texted me back," he said.

She glanced up at him again and screwed up her face. "No, I guess I didn't," she said.

"Why not?" He pressed.

She shook her head. "I... I honestly don't know," she said softly. "At first I felt like it was too soon... but then it felt like too much time had passed. Then it just felt awkward," she said.

Nate nodded but he didn't really agree with her. He'd texted her because he'd wanted to know how she was doing. He guessed they could make up for that now.

"How about we do lunch? Today?" Nate suggested.

She immediately shook her head. "I have a client lunch today," she said.

"Oh. Okay. Dinner tonight, then?" He pressed. He caught his body leaning into hers. He was being pushy and aggressive, he knew. But he also knew he wasn't going to let her escape him again.

She looked thoughtful. "Tonight I'm going out to eat with my sister," she said.

"Cancel," he grinned.

She chuckled. "What?" Break my plans?" She said. "That wouldn't be very nice," she added with a shake of her head.

"Fuck being nice," he said, his voice low and gruff. Fuck. He was getting turned on just with how they were standing: her pinned in against the hallway wall and he, just by his closeness to her, doing the pinning.

She laughed out loud. "I can't! Christine would murder me!" she said.

"Please?" He asked her. Hell, he wasn't above getting down on his knees and begging. One way or another he was going to see her alone tonight.

She sighed, rolled her eyes and then shook her head. "Yeah. Um, okay," she finally said.

Nate beamed. "Great! Dinner tonight, and then you could come over to my place afterward?" He suggested with an intense look that could only mean one thing.

She paused. "You have a place now?" She asked curiously.

"It's a studio apartment but, yeah. I've got a place," he confirmed.

Madison paused again, then she nodded.

Nate brought out his phone. He pulled up the text string that he'd texted to her.

"Do you want to meet me there or do you want me to pick you up?" He asked.

"I'll meet you, but where?" she asked.

Nate nodded. "Let's say we'll meet at Sal's Steakhouse at 6:30pm?" He said.

She nodded.

"Do you know where it is?"

She shook her head. "No, but I'll find it," she said.

Nate just grinned at her. "Great. And here's my address for later," he said, and he texted that to her.

"So, tonight then?" She said.

He nodded. "Tonight."

Nate reached out and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. God, but that wasn't what he wanted to do at all. He wanted to kick some mid-level manager out of their office so he could fuck her right now over the desk. But that was a fantasy. Tonight he'd get to spend time with her over dinner... and then later hopefully he'd get to fuck her for real.

Suddenly their eyes locked.

She abruptly reached out and without asking, placed her hand over Nate's heart. "Your heart is beating really fast," she murmured.

He did the same to her. He could feel her heartbeat, but he didn't feel her port. "Your port is gone?" He asked.

"Remission," she reminded him.

He grinned widely.

When Nate appeared back in the breakroom, Al and Dave chuckled at him. "My God, when you see a woman that you want, you sure move fast," Dave joked.

Al nodded. "Yeah. Who knew our Nate was such a ladykiller?!" He chuckled.

Nate groaned.

"Do you know that chick?" Al asked.

Nate nodded. "Yeah. She's a friend," he said.

The men absolutely cackled.

"A friend? Yeah, right!" Dave joked. "What, did you make a date to see this 'friend' tonight over a nice game of pinochle?" He asked.

Nate flushed. "Well, no..."

Al laughed too. "A man only moves with determination like that when he's got one thing on his mind," he said.

Nate flushed even further. "It's not... it's not like that... well, I mean it is, but it's not-"

They cut him off with their raucous laughter. Al slapped Nate on his back. "She's cute, man," he said.

Dave nodded. "Real cute," he said.

Nate grinned widely, shook his head, and looked down at his work boots.

********************

Sal's Steakhouse was busy. After all, it was a Friday night and people were out relaxing after a long week at work.

Nate had hurried home and had changed into something more casual than his old and dirty work clothes. He now had on a pair of clean dark blue jeans and a light blue polo shirt.

He sat at a table waiting. It was after 6:30pm and she wasn't there yet. Where could she be? He wondered.

He'd texted her twice but she'd not answered.

Finally when it was 6:50pm she answered his texts. "Just parked."

Madison finally walked into Sal's wearing exactly what she'd had on at work that day. Clearly she'd just come from there. She waved at him from across the room and dodged tables, making her way to him.

"I'm so sorry," she began. "My boss started talking to me and when she does that it's a big time suck. When I finally got away from her I knew I was going to be late,"

Nate grinned. "It's fine. I had them bring you a water," he said.

She nodded and sat down. She took a long drink. "Phew! It's Friday night and I'm beat!" She said.

Hopefully she wasn't too beat, Nate thought, because he had plans for later this evening. Plans that he hoped would run into the wee hours of the morning.

They skipped the appetizer and ordered their main courses. He got a celebratory T-bone steak and she got the crab pasta. They both had baked potatoes and she had a salad and he had a side of fruit.

Nate watched her hands as they moved from her silverware to her drink and back. He didn't remember her hands being so expressive but she used them a lot when she talked. They were elegant, small hands, and he wanted them on him as soon as possible.

He studied her as she chatted. She looked really good. Her short blonde hair was really pretty and it framed her face perfectly. Her cheeks looked rosy in the light from the candle on their table. Her big blue eyes sparkled and didn't seem as stark as they had. She wasn't as pale as she had been before. Plus, she looked like she'd put on some weight. She'd been far too skinny when he'd met her.

"You look great," he suddenly blurted out.

She stopped talking and grinned. "Thanks," she said. "You look really nice yourself," she said.

Nate chuckled. "Thanks."

They ate their meal and when they'd finished, Madison had a take out bag that she carried with them out to their cars.

"I've got your addy, but I'll follow you just the same," she said.

Nate could barely contain his excitement as he drove. The headlights from her car behind him lit up his vehicle's interior the whole way home.

They walked into Nate's second story studio apartment and he closed the door.

"Can I put my food in your frid-" she began but he stopped her with a kiss.

"Do whatever you like," he said. "But I kind of want to move on to the main course," He said.

"But we just ate!" She said in mock confusion.

"I'm not talking about food," he grinned.

Madison chuckled.

He purposely went with her into the kitchen so he wouldn't be apart from her. He then grabbed her hand and led her to his queen sized bed in the corner.

"This is a cute apartment," she said, glancing around.

Nate smiled thoughtfully. Honestly "cute" hadn't ever been a word that he'd have used to describe it. Maybe "bachelor shiek" might have worked better. He was just proud he didn't have yesterday's socks on the floor and that he'd made his bed. Nevertheless, finally he had her where he wanted her.

"I've been looking forward to tonight," he said. He took a couple steps forward so she was forced to sit on the edge of his bed.

She smirked. "You have? Since when?"

"Since nine months ago when a stranger picked me up underneath the El train." He stated. "And then proceeded to blow my mind," he said.

She flushed. "Yeah. About that. Speaking of minds. I must have lost mine that night," she said. "I don't do... that kind of stuff. Like, ever, I mean," she said.

Nate put his knee up on the bed beside her and leaned into her body. She had nowhere to go but to lay back on the bed.

Without asking, Nate boldly slid his hands up her thighs and under her skirt. "Pantyhose?" He asked, her legs unusually silky smooth from the thin film.

She nodded.

He leaned up and kissed her. He rubbed her apex and she shuddered.

"I haven't been with anyone since you," she said.

Nate shook his head. "Good. Me either."

"I also haven't... you know..." she flushed as she tried to confess.

"What?" He asked, a little confused.

"You know. Orgasmed," she said.

Nate's mouth fell open. "Not in nine months?!" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Don't you own a vibrator?" He blurted out.

She shook her head again. "I tried but... I felt too embarrassed to go into a store and buy one," she said.

"They sell them on Amazon, you know,," he said with a smirk.

"They do?" She asked.

He nodded. "All in the privacy of your own home," he added. "Even delivered in an unmarked package," he said.

"Hum," She said, looking thoughtful.

"We can shop for you for one after... well... afterward," he said. He stroked her pantyhose-clad pussy again and she moaned yet again. "In the meantime, would you like my mouth here?" He said, his fingers rubbing over her clit.

"Yes!" she said breathlessly, her blue eyes bright.

Nate grinned. It truly was a heady feeling, knowing that she wanted him so badly. It was equally heady that he could make her orgasm. And he smiled at her knowing that in a few seconds he'd be up to his nose in her pussy. He wondered if it was as good as he'd remembered?

He tugged her pantyhose and her panties down her legs and took them off. He pushed her skirt up to her waist. She'd also grown hair back on her mound, he noticed. It was blonde and relatively straight - not kinky or curly at all.

He felt his mouth water at the sight, though. He was like one of Pavlov's dogs - salivating at the sight of Madison's pretty pussy.

"Something wrong?" She suddenly asked.

His eyes flicked up to her face. "No. Why?"

"You're just... looking at me," she said, flushing. "It's... kind of embarrassing," she said.

Nate snorted. "Is this the same girl that tossed my salad nine months ago?!" He asked.

Madison laughed. "True," she said.

He grinned and he spread her pussy apart with his thumbs. He could already smell her - that delicious musky aroma that was soon to be on his tongue.

He leaned down and took her jutting clit into his mouth.

"Nate!" She gasped, grabbing the back of his head.

She immediately began humping his face. Nate just tried to keep up.

"Somebody's fucking horny," he mumbled.

"It's been nine months," she gasped. "I've needed this so badly!" She said.

"Mmm," he moaned. Hearing her admit how much she wanted his mouth gave Nate a rush that went straight down to his cock. Nate licked and sucked and fingered her and all the while he was in blissful heaven.

"Oh, God! Nate!" She suddenly gasped.

And she came writhing on his mouth.

Nate didn't let up as she came, his tongue wriggling wildly on and around her clit.

Her body then jerked violently two times before she pushed his head away. "Stop, stop, stop!" She whispered with a sharp chuckle.

Nate pulled back and watched her body twitch in her post-orgasmic bliss.

"Alright?" He asked.

"That was amazing!" She said.

Nate grinned, mentally hi-fiving himself, because he still had the gift. And he was perfectly prepared to go for orgasm number two. But for now he crawled up her body and kissed her. She met him kiss for kiss, their tongues touching and playing together.

"I need you so bad," he whispered intently.

She nodded. "I want to feel you inside of me again," she whispered back.

Nate opened and pushed his jeans down just enough to set his hard cock free. She spread her legs and he immediately but slowly sank himself deep inside of her.

Nate's mouth fell open and his eyes closed. She didn't quite feel like he'd remembered. No, she felt even better. Bliss, he thought. She was absolute bliss.

Nate slowly fucked her as he kissed her. Madison's legs came up around his waist and her hands roamed up and down his back. He shuddered as her nails suddenly shot up under his polo shirt and then raked down his spine, sending little explosions of shivers all throughout his body. He felt delightful goosebumps erupt all over his skin.

This. He'd missed this so badly: Being one with her. Hearing her little grunts along with his thrusts. Feeling her sharp breaths on his face. She bit his earlobe and he squeaked in surprise. He chuckled. He knew she was a little bit wild, and a little bit unpredictable. But every little surprising aggressive move she made caused his cock to throb uncontrollably.

She bit his shoulder then and he lost it. His cock suddenly jerked as he came, catching him off guard.

He growled as his orgasm swept through his body. He stared into her eyes, unblinking, and she was watching him just as intently.

"Oh, Madison!" He choked out.

She nodded in agreement. She lightly placed her palm on the side of his trembling face. He closed his eyes feeling... feeling... God, what was this that he was feeling? He'd never felt it before. It was shiny. It was new.

It was perfect.

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She snored lightly when she slept, he remembered from their last encounter. She suddenly opened her eyes and found him staring down at her.

"Oh! How long was I out?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Not very long."

Madison grinned and stretched languidly. "I feel absolutely amazing," she said.

Nate flashed her an equally giddy grin. "Me too," he said.

Madison leaned towards him and kissed him. She moaned into his mouth and nipped his bottom lip just before he pulled away.

He licked at his bottom lip and he wrapped his arms around her. She returned the sentiment and they just lay there in his bed, wrapped in each other's embrace.

"Nap time, I think," he mumbled.

"I could go for a longer nap," she sighed. She buried her head in the crook of his neck. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

He felt good. This felt right. Hell, if he was honest with himself, it felt more right than any post-coital cuddle he'd ever shared with that snake of a faithless soon-to-be-ex wife.

He sighed. Madison began softly snoring again. Nate leaned his head down and kissed the top of her head.

"I think... I think that I might lo-... well, I mean," he quickly amended, "I know that I have strong feelings for you, Madison," he whispered to her sleeping form. Thankfully she slept through his botched confession of... of what... love? He'd almost said it. But was it possible to be in love with someone after two sexual encounters nine months apart?

He had felt connected to her, though, all through those nine months. No matter what he was doing she wasn't very far from his mind. He thought about her in his off hours. He thought of her during work. He couldn't drive anywhere in his car without his mind wandering to her. He recalled their encounter and he masturbated furiously to the memory.

He wondered how she was doing. After some time had passed and she didn't answer his texts he wondered if she still even walked the earth.

So when he'd seen her at the accounting firm and she had poked her head into the break room, she was already at the forefront of his mind. It was like he had willed for her to appear, and appear she had.

He hugged her tighter as she slept. Her cancer was in remission, thank God. He had been elated to hear that, because he already felt as if he'd lost her once. Now that he'd found her, he couldn't bear to lose her again.

Should he tell her how he felt? Would she echo his feelings? Or would she scoff and laugh, figuring he was just being ridiculous and pulling her leg?

He lightly sighed. Baring his feelings wasn't for right now... it was for another time.

Right now Nate wanted to drift off to sleep in Madison's arms, his cheek pressed to her forehead, her breath soft on his neck. And when they woke he wanted to make love to her again.

And again.

And yet again, until she believed him. Until she was ready to confess that she felt the same as he did.

Nate smiled to himself and felt his consciousness beginning to slip away. He was determined, though, to make Madison understand his feelings. To tell her how much she meant to him.

When they awoke.

He'd tell her when they awoke.

Nate closed his eyes and drifted off to a restful, deep sleep, with a smile still on his face.

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The End