Coming Together: With Pride (27 page)

"Turn around," I instructed.

He did. On his back, there was not a mark. Not a scratch, not a red spot, not a pimple, and definitely not a rash. I couldn't believe it. Lawrence really had lied to me! What the hell was going on? Did he not want to spend the night?

"Where's the rash, Lawrence?" I growled.

He pointed to his side, to a run-of-the-mill bandage. "It's under there," he assured me. "There were more sores before, but the pills worked really fast and now that's all that's left of the rash."

Lawrence turned around to look me in the eye. Angry as I tried to be, I couldn't muster much frustration. I called his bluff, and now we could have sex. Woo hoo! I couldn't help it; I laughed.

"You must think I'm over-reacting, but I can't bear the thought of making you sick," Lawrence continued. "I could never bring you harm, Audrey."

My heart softened into a gooey, saccharine mush, and I threw my arms around the man. "You're so sweet!" I cried. "But, my
chauve-souris
, you can't possibly be contagious with just one little sore underneath a bandage!"

"But what if I am?"

My mind raced. Lowering my lids, I looked at him with bedroom eyes. "Then you'll need naughty nurse Audrey to take care of you," I insisted, Frenchening my accent and kissing the top of his head. "She knows just how to care for bald little mouse patients."

Taking Lawrence by the wrist, I dragged him into the next room and made him very comfortable in his hospital bed.

"I'm not sure about this," he objected.

I looked him in the eye, not as naughty nurse Audrey, but as me. "I have everything we need to keep me safe from harm," I assured him. "Just get comfy, and I'll be right back."

An eager smile crept across his face as I leaned closer to him. "The doctor said I shouldn't kiss anyone!" he blurted.

"What a random thing for a doctor to say."

"Well, I asked," Lawrence admitted. How much did I love that strange hypochondriac?

"No kissing then," I assured him, grabbing every white scrap of lingerie out of my drawer. Getting into some slutty undergarments gets me so turned on. Oh, who am I kidding? Waking up in the morning gets me turned on!

In the bathroom, I changed into a white push-up bra, incredibly successful in its task of pushing up. I selected a pair of white cotton panties to give the impression of innocence. Over these, I pulled on a slip so tight it over-emphasized my already-emphasized cleavage. Never before had I seen my boobs looking so juicy. I jumped up and down a couple times just to watch them jiggle.

When I came back into the bedroom to show Lawrence what a successful naughty nurse I'd become, I could only sigh in despair. Flat on his stomach, he'd fallen asleep waiting for me. He'd managed to take off his clothes, but that was about it. Well, there was no way I was taking this lying down!

From my night table, I dug out the box of latex gloves I'd stolen from the cleaner's cart at work. Serves them right for leaving it unattended! The snap of latex woke Lawrence with a start. Looking up at the naughty nurse at his bedside, he actually flipped onto his back. I had to laugh at his alarm.

"I didn't know where I was," he said.

Snapping on a second glove, I straddled my man, letting my juicy tits hover against his nose.

"Do you know where you are now?" I asked.

"Mmm…" was his only reply as he shoved his face into my cleavage. When he breathed in the scent of my skin, the unfamiliar brush of stubble scratched my flesh. I was used to seeing Lawrence in the morning when he had shaved only moments earlier. This sharp hair was so manly, such a rugged contrast to my soft breasts. He nuzzled his nose deeply into my bra until I could feel his rough face against my nipples.

"Wait a second," I cried, running to the kitchen. I returned with a box of plastic wrap in my hand. "We're keeping safe, right? I don't want my nipples to get shingles."

"No, you don't," Lawrence laughed, tearing off a sheet of plastic.

As I shoved the plastic wrap under my bra, Lawrence followed close behind with his tongue, licking my tits and sucking hard on my nipples.
Tabernac
, I'd been waiting all night for this! Lawrence was a nipple-sucking expert. As I held the top of the plastic sheet, he flicked and flicked at the hard pink buds. My pussy drooled with anticipation. What a smart little orifice! She knew that when the nipples got attention, her turn was soon to come.

Impatiently, I pressed my cotton-clad clit against Lawrence's ready cock, writhing slowly against it. Lawrence got the point and sent a hand to pull up my white slip and some fingers to explore the wetness of the swollen pussy lips underneath my cotton panties. Rubbing firmly against my clit, he tugged on my nipples with his teeth.
Tabernac!
How did that man always know just what to do? He made me wild!

But—oops!—I wasn't doing anything for him! I grabbed a condom and some lube from the night table, taking the plastic out of my bra. Squirming down his body, letting my hair tease his sprightly flesh, I slipped the condom onto Lawrence's begging cock.

"It's vanilla-flavoured," I told him, letting my tongue tease his sheathed tip.

Lawrence didn't respond. I wondered if he knew I meant the condom.

When I allowed my lips to encircle his gleaming cockhead, a deep moan escaped Lawrence's throat. My tongue went roving the length of his shaft. Cloaked in the flavoured condom, his cock was like a giant lollipop. Vanilla! I took it deep in my mouth and sucked the sweet muscle. The harder I sucked, the harder he got.

And then, "Ruth…"

When this forbidden word slipped from Lawrence's lips, my heart turned to stone. His cock fell out of my mouth as my jaw swung wide open. Had he really just called me by his wife's name? This had never happened before. I hardly knew how to react, what to say.

But Lawrence was still blissed out, eyes closed. He continued, "Ruth is allergic to vanilla."

"Oh." Fondling Lawrence's sensitive balls with my gloved hand, I couldn't help but smirk jealously. "Good. Now she can't come anywhere near your delicious cock."

Lawrence laughed with wry distain. "No danger of that happening."

My poor lover! Imagine being married to someone who wouldn't have sex with you. The thought saddened me, making me want to please Lawrence all the more. That lovely man deserved every explosive orgasm I could give him.

Leaning into his hot body, I pressed that solid shaft against my supple breasts and Lawrence thrust instinctively against the cleave. His cock felt warm and wet against my chest. As I lay my head down on his body, Lawrence pressed my shoulders against his waist, thrusting against me. Oh, I felt terribly naughty getting my tits fucked like that. But what a wonderful feeling! A hard, hot cock between my pushed-up breasts—lovely!

With lube coating my latex glove, I traced the perimeter of my man's ass hole. Lawrence breathed in sharply. Slipping a wicked finger into my man's ass, I made that 'come hither' motion he loved so much. Lawrence panted rhythmically. The hot friction between my tits was making me crazy. I had to get that solid cock inside my pussy before he came.

Sliding out of my damp cotton panties, I held Lawrence's vanilla-sheathed shaft in my latex-gloved hand as I sank onto it. Our bodies perpendicular, I let Lawrence watch his cock slowly disappear inside me. Then slowly reappear. Then disappear again. His straining rod filled me, driving out every thought that wasn't centered in this very moment. I'd been waiting for this all night! I knew I could convince him.

With Lawrence's cock inside me, we were connected. He was mine completely. While his sheathed meat pierced my cunt, he wasn't somebody else's husband; he was my lover. Mine.

Collapsing onto my man, I thrust frantically against Lawrence's warm body, throwing my pelvis roughly against his over and over again. Now in addition to shingles, Lawrence would have pelvic bruising. Tee hee! The welcome itch of his pubic hair against my clit was making me come faster than ever, and I always come super-fast when I'm on top.
Tabernac!
There was no holding back. I wrapped my arms around his sides.

"Watch out for the bandage!" Lawrence cried.

"Sorry!" I shrieked, sending my arms flailing out at my sides. Lawrence grabbed my hips to steady me, pushing and pulling my body to maximize friction. As I rubbed my clit against his fuzzy groin, my grasping pussy went into massive convulsions. Oh, that cock! That wonderful man! It was like streaks of starlight were shooting out my fingers and toes to the outer limits of my being.

Exhausted, I again collapsed onto my wonderful partner, who in turn flipped me onto my back. "Are you up for some more?"

"As long as you do all the work," I smiled. "I can go all night."

I watched his proud cock coming at me as Lawrence penetrated my blissful cunt from on top. I watched his strong arms as he pinned mine above my head, holding my wrists against the pillow like I taught him to do. Totally in his control, I whispered, "I'm yours, Lawrence.
J'suis a toi
."

His eyes went all tender. Diving at me, Lawrence kissed my mouth with full force. So much for not exchanging bodily fluids! Cock thrusting wildly between my open legs, Lawrence released my wrists to wrap me in his arms. His hot tongue writhed against mine with such intensity I knew he was about to come. I was right. Plunging deep inside with violent thrusts, Lawrence's issued a high-pitched squeak and fell on top of me. Panting in unison, his bulk upon mine, we lay together in disbelief. How could it feel so good every time?

"What happened to not kissing?" I asked with a grin.

Lawrence sighed. "Oh well."

****

I gave him a new toothbrush and we cleaned our teeth side by side in my little white bathroom. Just like married people do. There I was, twenty-eight years old and still playing house. When I slipped into bed beside my husband-for-one-night, he wrapped his warm arms around me. I hugged him around the waist.

"You speak French," Lawrence said. "What does
Nuit Blanche
mean?"

"Sleepless night," I replied.

Some noisy teenagers were shouting drunkenly outside my building, and I thought about going to the window to quiet them, but my limbs weren't exactly obeying my brain. Lawrence's hand cupped my butt. Maybe he was trying to squeeze it. I tried to do the same to him, but again the limbs weren't obeying. I must have fallen asleep after that.

The night of Nuit Blanche, I had a dream. In my dream, Lawrence unwrapped a fresh block of cheddar cheese from my fridge, and I was angry because there was already a block of cheddar open. I yelled at him, 'Why open a new cheese when the old one's still good? We don't need two cheddars open at once.'

It seemed so real…

At sunrise, my single-shingled lover showered and dressed before I was able to pry myself out of bed. With a kiss to my forehead, Lawrence went back home. Home, where his wife lived and I didn't. So, that was it. That was our first night together, our Nuit Blanche, which turned out not to be so sleepless after all. Soon his warmth left my bed, but his scent lingered on my pillow until the next Sunday morning visit. On the whole, it was a pleasant experience, but I was always left with a heavy heart, a sorrowful feeling, when Lawrence left.

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Echoes of the Past

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