How to Catch Butterflies (8 page)

“Dry yourself off before you lie on it or you’ll be getting me a new one,” she would joke with him. Over the years, it had become a sort of game between them both. She chuckled to herself with the thought. She had always enjoyed these mornings as David normally didn’t arise from his crypt until after twelve and these days were normally filled with Stevie Nicks & and the rest of Mac. Today, however, felt different. She remembered his lips on hers and how good it felt.

“Well “, she said, “I’m off for a shower myself”, and up she went to the bathroom trying to shake the thoughts of Jason’s soft lips.

When she came down, there was Jason as normal, air drumming to ‘The Chain’, she laughed to herself. Jason obviously had not expected her down so soon. She’d forgotten that it was a perfectly normal Jason thing he’s done in front of her many times before.

She loved that about him. He was passionate about
everything
he did. That was Jason through and through.

God she really had made a bad choice many years ago, she thought looking at the gorgeous guy wrapped in a towel in her living room.

As the well-known Guitar riff (used for Formula 1 racing) started to charge the air, it spurred Jason into walking over to Rebecca; he pulled her gently to him whispering in her ear.

“Becs you made the wrong choice years ago. Make the right choice now, choose me,” he begged. Their eye’s then met, as did their lips.

They were overcome with the electrical charge that besieged them both. He could feel her erect nipples still encased in her silk robe brush against his pecks. He scrambled to undo her dressing gown feeling her naked body against his.

Slowly he drew her close to him, their breaths deepening. As her hands wandered teasing his perfect chest and down to his towel, she let it drop.

He stood there…naked. She could feel him stiffen, his hard length pressed against her. It had been so long since she had any form of sex with David, and that was before she and David had ended.

She knew she couldn’t fight it anymore, as his tongue found hers gliding in her mouth, making her weak with desire. Slowly he lowered them to the floor, still passionately kissing her. He moved slowly on top of her gently, easing her legs open using his muscular thighs. Before she knew it, he was between her legs ready to enter her.

“Are you sure this is what you want Becs?” he whispered to her in between their passionate kisses.

“Yes Jase, I want this,” she whispered back as the butterflies of excitement filled her. He gently slid his hard length slowly into her and she whimpered.

Jason was much bigger than David in every way. He moved slowly at first, easing himself deeper with each thrust into her. She lifted her hips greeting his slow gentle but firm thrusts.

He really was so much bigger in every way, length and girth, and far more skilled as he filled her completely to her moans of delight. All the while he still gently kissed her whilst running his hand over her breast. She found herself moaning louder with every thrust he made.

Jason looked down at the euphoric Rebecca. He kissed her harder; he moved them gently changing positions lifting her, as he moved them into a sitting position with her on top of him. Cupping her face in his hands he kissed her deeper again and again, as she moved in time with him up and down slowly. Their lips and tongues became a frenzy, they were both ready to climax, as they groaned moving together as one; feeding off each other’s lust. The sweat glistened off them both as they moved together; groaning in ecstasy until they both came their groans filling the room..

Jason still held her face to his, as he neared her lips he could see she had tears in her eyes. He gently wiped them away. His heart sank, as he bowed his head. This was not what he had wanted. It hurt him more than he would have thought it would, even more than the night she had dropped his hand and gone with David. Rebecca saw it; she pulled his face to hers.

“Jason, it’s not what you think. Honestly.” He had broken eye contact
‘she must be hating herself for doing this’
he thought. He knew Rebecca all too well. He felt crushed and it showed. And Rebecca saw it.

She pulled his face to hers again.

”That Jason...was my first orgasm,” she said shyly feeling embarrassed.

His handsome face lit up in a huge smile. He kissed her again holding her closely. It had taken so long for him to get here, he wanted it to last.

And it did....all weekend.

Chapter 6

“Happy Birthday Mr. President”

Today was George’s 30th Birthday. Lucy had deliberated long and hard all week ....
What do you give to the guy who has everything?

After that perfect night in Monaco two months ago, Lucy had spent almost every night with him since. He had offered her wardrobe space to
make life easier, she could stay more during the week nights
he would say.

She had to admit it. She really did like him, more than she cared to say or rather she wouldn’t allow herself to say it. They were from two different worlds; he didn’t have to work (Old family money) and she
had
to.

She sat at her desk, after returning from a meeting that had gone on for a number of hours. It had run into overtime, her poor P.A. has dutifully waited for her to return. Conscious of the time, she told her to go home. She looked at her watch, no point in taking a cab she thought I’d be quicker on the tube.

She packed up her things and closed her office for the weekend and headed for the tube station not far from her work.

It was on the tube that the idea came to her. She had been sitting there, staring out the window. Wondering what to do, when it hit her like a bolt of lightning. She smiled to herself, and it was so easy to execute.

She rushed through her apartment lobby grabbing her mail. She kept clicking the lift button while, glancing at her watch. She was conscious of her promise not to be late. Her time keeping really left an awful lot to be desired.

Lucy had a plan, and she needed to hurry if she was going to make it work.

Once in her apartment, she kicked off her shoes while throwing the post on the table. She ran up to her bedroom turning on her music. ‘Get down to night’ by KC & the Sunshine Band’, she couldn’t help having a boogie while undressing, swinging her hips from side to side as she sang along to the track. Lucy jumped into the shower still singing along even when she had finished and started to get ready.

Just as she was attaching her stockings to her suspender belt, her phone rang. She glanced down at the phone on her bedside drawer. She could see it was George as his picture lit her screen,

“Hey Birthday Boy” she said in her sultry tones.

“Are you still coming over?” He asked. She could see him there looking at his watch shaking his head at her.

“Sure am OLD man. I’ll be there in 15 minutes” she laughed.

“Hey, less of the ‘old man’,” he laughed back adding, “Shall I send the car?”

“Nah, I’ll grab a taxi. It will be quicker. Oh shit I have to go. I need to book one” she giggled. “See you soon. Oh and put some Marvin on.” She ordered.

“Some Marvin? Hmmm. Nice,” intrigued at her choice. “Great. I’m looking forward to it”.

“I’ll see you soon promise, just get some Marvin on and I’ll be there soon. Bye old man.” She cooed.

She finished putting on her make-up, (Lucy really didn’t need much as she was a natural beauty) she dialed for a Black Cab to arrive in 5 minutes enough time for her to finish getting ready.

As the taxi driver rang her buzzer, she grabbed her fur coat and headed out the door to the awaiting taxi. She knew she looked good because she could see the taxi driver looking at her in his rear view mirror.

It made her feel self-conscious, so the next time she caught him, she poked her tongue out at him playfully. It had the desired effect because he didn’t look again.

The taxi drew up to George’s, she jumped out and paid the driver. Popping up the couple of steps and pressed the intercom and waited.

She heard George coming down the stairs. He opened the door, as he did, she could hear Marvin Gaye crooning throughout the house. George stepped back swooping his hand through the air gesturing her to come in, a big smile on his face.

She stepped through the door into his hallway.

“You’ve a naughty grin on your face,” he said as she brushed past him.

He closed the door behind her, as he turned she was up-close facing him.

“Happy Birthday Mr. President,” she cooed.

Lucy’s arm stretched up as she leaned against the wall. Allowing her fur coat fall open exposing her firm naked body except for her lingerie.

George stepped towards her, he could feel himself stiffen (she just seemed to have that reaction on him or anytime he thought of her. Never mind the lovely surprise this was).

He reached inside her coat; his hand caressed her as it glided to her buttock. As she moved, swaying in time to the music slow dancing against him. His other hand cupped her breast; his fingers ran over the lacy brassiere. He could feel her nipple pop up to his touch.

George pulled her to him, kissing her hard. Lucy still moved to the music, responding to him, slipping her tongue in his mouth. She rubbed herself against him, feeling his hard length against her. She moved to his neck kissing and caressing it with her tongue.

While doing so, she started to undo his shirt buttons until his shirt hung open exposing his chest.

Lucy’s tongue flicked, gliding over his chest to his abs as she unbuttoned his trousers.

Her hand slipped inside his trousers as she cupped his tip, then gliding over his big throbbing, awaiting cock. Lucy slowly knelt as she pulled on the trousers letting them drop to the floor. She continued to fondle his long hard member.

She took him in her mouth, her tongue flicking over it as her lips moved up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper each time. George had out-stretched his hands against the wall to steady himself as she moved up and down on him dipping vigorously.

“Oh God Lucy,” he moaned. He wanted to grab the back of her head and thrust his cock into her, but she was moving with more vigor and her mouth was too inviting.

It took all his concentration just not to cum.

“Oh God Lucy,” he cried steadying himself once again with the wall. He wanted to tell Marvin to shut the fuck up about the....