Blind Date (6 page)

Chris pulled Merci into his arms, his dick already growing in her hand. “Which way is the bedroom?” he asked.

Chapter Nine

Interlude: The Morning After

Merci

Merci snatched up the phone without taking her eyes off the spreadsheet on her office computer, “Merci LaCroix speaking.”

“So tell me about it!” Liv demanded. Anticipation bubbled in her voice. “I want to hear every last detail.”

Merci’s spine stiffened at the sound of her friend’s voice and she wished that she had checked the caller ID before answering. She felt exhausted after her long night with Chris but also felt happier than she’d been in a very long time—at least she’d felt that way until she heard Liv’s voice on the other end of the line.

“So tell me!” Liv repeated.

Merci knew she should simply brazen it out and tell Liv the truth, but that was going to make Liv angry and Merci really hated to fight. “It was—”

Evidently, Merci wasn’t speaking fast enough for Liv. “What did he do when you pretended to be scared? That cock of his is a real monster, isn’t it?”

Merci turned away from her keyboard and began fidgeting with a pen. Liv was really going to be pissed. “It was-”

Liv laughed. “I can picture his face. Poor Chris, all worked up and no one to help him get off. Tell me what he said!”

“I slept with him!” Merci blurted.

“What?”

“I slept with him!” Merci repeated. “His cock was so big. I’d never seen one like it. I got excited. I was a little drunk. I-”

“You slept with him!” Liv shouted. “What the hell made you do that? You were suppose to frustrate the bastard! Humiliate him if you could! You weren’t suppose to help him get his rocks off.”

As Liv shouted, Merci dropped the pen and pulled in on herself. She pulled her legs up under her on the office chair and waited out the storm of Liv’s words. When her friend finally finished, she quietly asked: “How long have you known me, Liv? Did you really think I could do something like that?”

Silence filled the electronic space between them, stretching out until Merci couldn’t take it anymore. “I didn’t plan to sleep with him,” Merci said, “but I had a lot of fun, and the wine was good, and-”

“This isn’t a disaster,” Liv interrupted. “You’re right! There was no way you were going to be able to go through with my first plan. You’re too nice to be mean to anyone. But we can still salvage this. You’re gorgeous. When he calls you up for another date you have to refuse. Tell him his big cock hurt you and you don’t want to see him again. Tell him-”

Merci cut her off. “We’re going out again tonight, Liv.”

“What? You can’t—”

“I really liked him, Liv, and he’s really good in bed. I’m sorry I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to see Chris again.”

“No!” Liv spoke the word as if she had the ability to determine Merci’s actions.

“I’m sorry,” Merci repeated, then added, “thanks for introducing us.”

“You can’t do this!” Liv shouted. “He’s an arrogant prick, Merci, and he’s going to end up hurting you. Look, I’m sorry I set this whole thing in motion but you can’t go out with him again.”

“I’ve already agreed,” Merci said, “and Liv, I really like him.”

“You can’t do this!” Liv repeated. She’d moved from shocked to demanding to cajoling to angry.

“I’m sorry,” Merci said.

“You can’t be friends with both of us!” Liv warned.

“I’m sorry…”

Part II: Close Shave

Chapter Ten

Chris

Two weeks later, Chris rolled away from Merci’s still-sleeping body and slapped the snooze button on the alarm clock. He couldn’t believe it was already 6:00
A
.
M
. When had they actually stopped making love and begun to drift off toward sleep? Was it around 2:30? 3:00? These late energetic nights would be the death of both of them, but Chris wasn’t about to start complaining or change a thing.

He got his palms flat on the mattress and pushed his chest and head up off the bed. Merci curled up in the fetal position beside him and the bed sheet slipped down to her waist exposing one perfect mound of smooth dark flesh curving toward a thick ebony nipple.

Chris felt his penis stir despite having come twice the night before. He glanced back at the clock: 6:02
A
.
M
. There might be time for a quickie before they went to work. Neither of them really needed to be late again.

Chris pulled the sheet the rest of the way down Merci’s body, his erection growing as he exposed her smooth dark skin. She was so beautiful. He ran his pale fingertips over her sleek hip and down her thigh, feeling the electricity spark between their bodies. He slipped his hand between her legs and wormed his way back up to her pussy. Merci squirmed in her sleep but did not open her thighs for him.

His dick was quite hard now, the impressive organ pointing straight up past his navel toward his chin. He pulled on Merci’s thigh, turning her over onto her back. Merci sighed but still did not waken. Her large breasts flattened against her chest and her dark nipples pointed up at the ceiling as if posing to catch his attention.

Chris slid his right hand through her thick curly bush until his thumb came to rest on her clitoris. He rubbed it lightly with the tip of his calloused flesh. The friction was greater than he wanted so he lifted the thumb to his mouth and sucked on it for a few moments before returning his hand to Merci’s pussy. His fingers snaked back through her curly hair and the thumb slid smoothly around her swelling clitoris.

Merci stretched, arching her back and pushing herself firmly against Chris’ hand. He couldn’t resist pressing the bare purpling head of his swollen cock against Merci’s outer labia.

He stroked her clit again.

The alarm went off, spoiling the moment.

Chris lunged across the bed to hit the snooze button again, but he took too long. Already rising toward wakefulness, the alarm plus Chris’ movement caused Merci to open her eyes. Perhaps Chris’ rigid organ pressing into her stomach had something to do with it as well.

Chris repositioned himself above Merci. His thumb began to stroke her again even as she focused on him with bleary eyes.

“My God,” Merci mumbled, “how many more times do you think I can come tonight?”

“I like to make you come,” Chris pressed his lower body close to hers giving her a reminder of what he’d just started.

Merci pushed his hand away from her pussy. “Stop, what time is it?”

“Time for us to fuck,” Chris insisted.

Merci wasn’t having any of it. She rolled over, awkwardly extracting Chris from between her legs and took a closer look at the clock. “Yikes, it’s 6:10. We’re going to be late again.”

“So we’re late,” Chris said, attempting to return her to her back.

“Go take a shower,” Merci ordered, laughing sleepily at his persistence. “You can come back and fuck me again tonight!”

Chris rolled clumsily off the bed, helped along by a playful push from Merci’s foot, and stumbled off toward the bathroom. In no time at all he had a steamy hot shower cascading over him, helping him to rub the sleep out of his eyes. The hot streams beat on his eyelids, cheeks and forehead before coursing down his chest and stomach to pour off of his now flaccid dick and balls.

It would be too easy to relax back into sleep under the massaging waters so Chris forced himself to quickly wash his hair and scrub his body. Merci had been very accommodating as Chris’ things had begun to appear in her bathroom and bedroom: Head and Shoulders, Irish Spring, razor blades, clean suits and underwear. It certainly simplified matters that he didn’t have to stop at his house on his way to work.

Chris stepped out of the shower, groping for one of Merci’s fuzzy thick towels and began to sponge the water out of his hair and off his face. He paused long enough to wipe the fog off the mirror, but it reformed as he returned to mopping the moisture off his chest.

He cleaned the mirror again. Condensation continued to bead upon his hot skin, but Merci needed the bathroom and they were running late again.

Chris picked up a bottle of shaving cream and filled his open palm with soft white foam. His skin had already been softened by the steam from the shower so he didn’t really need the cream, but he smeared it on anyway so he could enjoy the clean feeling which accompanied scraping it back off his cheek and neck.

Next Chris turned the tap water on hot and washed his hands before it turned scalding. The mirror had fogged over again so he scrubbed it once more with the towel and then picked up his disposable razor and ran the blade under the piping hot water.

The metal felt hot against Chris’ cheek, almost uncomfortably so. The heat combined with the soapy foam to give the impression of approaching cleanliness.

Chris dragged the razor down his cheek, over his jawbone and on down his neck leaving a clean smooth line of flesh behind the blade.

He rinsed the razor in the running water and lifted it to drag another swathe clean of soap and whisker. The bathroom door opened, letting a rush of far colder air swirl around Chris’ body.

“Sorry, baby,” Merci said. “I’ve got to get moving or I’m going to be late again.”

She closed the door behind her and snuggled up next to Chris. She was still naked and her bare nipple brushed against Chris’ damp arm causing an immediate surge in his penis. “Mmmm,” she said, “you’re so warm and clean.”

“And wet,” Chris reminded her, wrapping his arms around her and moving to give her a foamy kiss.

Merci evaded him then snatched up her shower cap. “I’m late,” she reminded him, stepping to the edge of the bathtub.

Chris returned to shaving, lifting the razor to scrape another line of his face clean.

“I don’t know why, but I really love to watch you do that,” Merci told him. She hovered at the edge of the tub, watching Chris as he rinsed the razor, then dragged its edge across his flesh again.

Merci dropped her shower cap onto the sink. “Let me try that.” She attempted to take the razor from Chris’ hands.

“Hunh uh,” he told her.

“But why?”

“Shaving is a very personal thing,” Chris insisted.

“It is not!”

Chris arched an eyebrow. “Really? Then I’ll make a deal with you. You can shave me this morning if I can shave you tonight.”

Merci took a half step backward. “Shave me?”

A smug smile formed on Chris’ face. He reached out with his free hand and tickled the curly hairs of Merci’s bush, right above her clitoris. “Shave you right here,” he clarified.

Merci started to step back again, but her foot hit the tub.

Chris stepped up against her. His penis began to swell both from her proximity and the nature of their conversation. “What do you say?” he asked. “Are you brave enough to let me strip this off? Scrape all the hair away?  Cleanse you?” He leaned in close enough to smear foam from his face to her cheek as he whispered into her ear. “Lick your truly naked flesh? Fuck your bald pussy?”

Merci covered his hand with her own and took the razor from him. “That’s later,” she said. She stepped past Chris, brushing her large brown nipples against the white flesh of his chest, and held the head of the razor beneath the stream of hot running water. Chris’ penis swelled further, standing up sufficiently to bump against Merci’s pussy.

“I’d be careful about distracting me just now,” she told him. “After all, I’m holding a razor against your throat.” As she spoke, Merci lifted the blade to the tip of Chris’ chin and dragged the sharp metal cleanly down his neck. Her movement was smooth and sure, the hot blade scratching the light whiskers off Chris without difficulty.

Chris held his breath until she finished the stroke. When he resumed breathing, his dick was even harder and longer than before.

Chapter Eleven

Merci

Merci wrapped her free hand around Chris’ growing erection. “This is going to be even more fun than I thought,” she told him.

She let go of his cock and set her thumb against his neck where she had just shaved him. She could feel the pulse rippling through his jugular vein. It was so exciting. She lifted the razor to shave another channel, fully aware of the growing urgency in her boyfriend’s erection. He was a powerful man when properly stimulated and Merci enjoyed finding new ways to turn him on.

She pulled the blade down Chris’ flesh again. She knew from experience while shaving herself that a long smooth motion worked best. Yet it was somehow different to be shaving Chris. For one thing, the hair of his cheek and neck was coarser than her own. For another, she couldn’t feel what she was doing, which added just a trace of uncertainty to the equation.

Merci shaved another row. Chris was completely erect now—powerfully engorged—making her consider for just a moment abandoning his stubble and pulling him down on the floor where he could drive that massive cock up inside of her where it belonged.

She cleared another swathe of his flesh. Something about the feel of the blade against Chris’ skin had his cock literally quivering with excitement—and it didn’t happen that way when he shaved himself. Merci would have noticed it if it did. Perhaps it was the intimacy of her standing naked in front of him with her nipples touching his chest, or perhaps it was the vulnerability of letting his woman scrape his flesh with a very sharp instrument. Merci liked this last idea. If it was feelings of vulnerability that were giving Chris this hard on she could think of lots of games that would cause the same effect.

Merci started on Chris’ left cheek, scraping the skin smooth. The flesh was different here; tauter, making her task much easier. She finished in a few quick strokes and then turned the cheek so she could better admire her work.