Seduce Me Tonight (18 page)

I’d seen my share of college apartments when I was an undergrad, so I was expecting the worst, but Matthew’s apartment wasn’t so bad. It was small but tidy and, judging by the laundry basket by the door with women’s underwear folded neatly on top, he had a girlfriend. The place smelled like pizza and pot and the furniture was old and worn, but for the most part it looked sanitary.

Matthew went into the kitchen, which was little more than an alcove with the basics, while I stood awkwardly by the door, waiting for him to put away his groceries. Unlike most college-age guys I had once known, his purchases consisted of wheat bread, some kind of cheese, a few apples and a box of granola cereal. Times really had changed since I went to college, apparently. He kept glancing up at me and smiling from under his mop of hair, like I amused him. I fidgeted nervously, contemplating taking an incomplete in the English class just so I could get out of there.

He wadded up his shopping bag and shoved it into a paper bag by the refrigerator. When he bent over, I could see the white band of his underwear above his low-slung jeans. ‘OK. Now we can get to work.’

I looked around the apartment, spotting a television, stereo and gaming system, but not seeing a computer. ‘Um, sure … where?’

After I declined his offer of a beverage, Matthew grabbed a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and headed down the hall. ‘My room.’

I’m glad he wasn’t looking at me, because I was pretty sure my eyes were bugging out of my head. I had no idea what the hell was wrong with me and as I followed Matthew down the short hall, trying not to notice his cute ass in his jeans, I chastised myself. Good grief, I needed to find a guy my age and just get laid. I had no business swooning over some geeky college boy.

Unfortunately, whatever mechanism controls the libido wasn’t buying the old-lady lecture. I felt young and horny, ready to do nasty things to the innocent young man who only wanted to help me with my project. I did some mental math and figured out it had been nine months since I’d gotten laid, so it was no wonder I was thinking about Matthew’s bedroom in other than academic terms. But still, this was definitely the wrong place and the wrong time to be thinking like this. Wasn’t it?

‘Crash anywhere you want and I’ll boot up my computer,’ he said, dropping into his desk chair, which happened to be the only chair in the room.

I looked around with a growing sense of dread because there was only one place for me to sit. The bed. I perched on the edge, nearly falling off in the process, more than a little self-conscious. At least the bed was made, I thought, as I watched Matthew sitting close enough to touch. Granted, he was hunched over his computer and not flinging me down on the mattress, but I have a good imagination. Too good, maybe.

I fixated on the way his jeans rode down when he leaned forward, revealing the top of his underwear again. Something about that line of white above the rugged blue of his jeans made me squirm in my own jeans. It was, quite possibly, the sexiest thing I’d seen in a very long time. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, why I was even thinking like this, but I was wildly attracted to this guy in a way I hadn’t felt attracted to anyone in a long time.

‘So, where do we need to start?’

I was so lost in my fantasy of slowly stripping sweet Matthew and discovering whether his underwear was boxers or briefs that I hadn’t really been listening. ‘Huh?’

He looked at me over his shoulder. ‘Where do you want me to start?’

I could think of a few places, but I refrained from offering those suggestions. ‘Well, I know how to use a mouse and I know how to turn on the monitor, but beyond word-processing, I’m clueless.’

Matthew made a little grunting noise and nodded. ‘OK. Don’t worry, I’ll get you up to speed. You should really invest in a laptop. I could help you find one that will suit your needs.’

I bit my tongue on the words ‘I want to be on top of your lap so you can suit my needs,’ and simply nodded instead.

Over the course of the next two hours, a bottle of juice and then three beers (one for him, two for me), Matthew was true to his word and brought me into the twenty-first century. I not only knew how to put together a computer-based multimedia presentation, I had a pretty good start on my
Frankenstein: Monster or Man
project. I also had a pretty good buzz. That’s another thing about getting older: I couldn’t hold my alcohol any more.

I giggled and didn’t even care that it didn’t sound very adult-like.

Matthew gave me a sidelong glance. ‘Um, you OK?’

‘Sure? Why?’ I giggled again.

He smiled benevolently, slow-blinking like a wise owl. ‘Oh? ’Cause you sound a little drunk.’

Oops. I’d been caught. I felt warm, but I couldn’t tell if I was blushing or if it was just the beer raising my temperature. ‘I don’t usually drink that much.’

‘You only had two beers.’

‘Exactly,’ I said.

He laughed. ‘I like you. You’re funny.’

‘I like you, too. You’re cute.’

He studied me like he’d been staring at his computer screen, sizing me up. I winked at him. It might have been a leer.

In truth, I wasn’t drunk. I knew exactly where I was and exactly who I was with. And exactly what I wanted to do with him.
To
him. I was just nervous as hell about making my desires known. And even more nervous that he’d laugh at me. It wasn’t the age difference – I was guessing it couldn’t be more than ten or twelve years – it was my lack of experience. I’d married the first guy I’d slept with and in the five years since my divorce there had only been three other guys. None were anything to write home about. Matthew was cute and smart and the first guy I'd ever felt instantly attracted to.

‘Come here, Matthew.’

He continued to stare at him.

I patted the bed. His bed. ‘C’mon, I’m not drunk and I won’t bite.’ I gave him my best ‘come hither’ glance, hoping it wasn’t too dusty from lack of use to be effective.

Confusion turned to understanding. Apparently some things didn’t change from one college experience to the next. One minute Matthew was sitting at his desk and the next minute he was sitting next to me. ‘OK, I’m here.’

‘Is this crazy?’ I was having doubts. Not doubts about what I wanted to do, but doubts about whether it was a wise choice.

Matthew shrugged. ‘It’s all good.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

‘What about your … girlfriend?’ I gestured vaguely towards the living room, indicating the panties in the laundry basket.

He looked confused for a minute. ‘Oh – I don’t have a girlfriend. My roommate’s a girl, but she’s not my girlfriend.’

So he was OK with me making the first move, OK with the age difference and he didn’t have a girlfriend. I couldn’t think of any other reason to delay what I wanted to do. Well, I probably could have thought of a dozen reasons – but I decided not to dwell on them.

I smiled. Matthew smiled. I’d love to say it was the alcohol buzz that made me lean forward and kiss him, but it wasn’t. It was lust. His mouth tasted like beer, and mine probably did too. His lips were warm and firm and he definitely knew how to kiss as well as he knew how to make computers do his bidding.

At some point, Matthew decided I was wearing too many clothes and I felt him unbuttoning my shirt. I appreciated his attention – I didn’t think I had it in me to do more than make the initial first move. I moaned when he fondled my tits, my nipples standing at attention and probably wondering what the hell was going on, they had been neglected for so long. He got my shirt off easily enough, but I had to help him with the bra when he couldn’t locate the clasp because it was in the front. I giggled and fell back on the bed, pulling him down with me.

‘This is crazy,’ he mumbled as he kissed and nibbled his way down my neck and across my collarbone.

‘I thought you said it wasn’t crazy,’ I said, going suddenly still.

He didn’t stop nibbling. ‘A different kind of crazy.’

At least he hadn’t said ‘weird’. ‘Crazy good or crazy bad?’ I asked breathlessly when he latched onto one swollen nipple.

‘Good,’ he said, his mouth full.

‘Right answer,’ I breathed, happily letting him suck and nibble his way to the other nipple.

After a few minutes, I was anxious to get things moving past second base so I nudged his shoulder. ‘Hey, Matthew?’

He looked up, his eyes heavy-lidded with his own growing lust. ‘What? Did I do something wrong?’

Younger men are just so damned adorable. ‘No, I just wanted to know what you’re wearing under your jeans.’ To accentuate my point, I ran my finger along the elastic of his underwear.

He looked at me as if I’d asked him who his long-distance provider was. ‘Huh?’

‘Boxers? Briefs? Oh, never mind, I’ll find out for myself.’ I reached for the waistband of his jeans and got them unfastened. The rasp of the zipper made my clit tingle. ‘Oh,’ I sighed, tugging his jeans down to his thighs. ‘Boxer briefs.’

Matthew raised his hips so I could get his jeans off and reached for the waistband of his underwear.

I put my hands over his. ‘Wait,’ I whispered.

‘Why?’

I spoke to his impressive erection. ‘Because I really like your underwear. It’s sexy as hell.’

Matthew’s boxer briefs fit him like a second skin, hugging the bulge of his swollen cock. I licked my lips. I was looking forward to seeing him naked, but I was teasing myself – and him.

‘You’re driving me crazy,’ he whispered, reaching for me.

‘It was already crazy, remember?’

‘Crazier. Craziest.’ His hands were all over my body, caressing, fondling, trying to get my pants off.

I pulled back. ‘Wait.’ With a few awkward moves, I got my jeans and panties off and stretched out on top of him. ‘Mmm, that feels nice.’

I wiggled on him, feeling the press of his cock between my legs.

‘C’mon, baby,’ he said.

It had been a long, long time since I’d heard someone call me baby. I rather liked it.

‘Not yet. No need to rush. I want to enjoy this.’

I kept rubbing against him. The friction of the cotton of his underwear against my clit was nearly enough to make me come. I knew I was leaving a wet spot on his underwear, but I didn’t care. I kept rubbing. He pressed his hips up to meet my downward movements, anchoring his hands on my hips as I rubbed against him.

As if sensing my approaching orgasm, he started thrusting against me harder. I whimpered, burying my face in his neck as my orgasm slammed into me. He kept sliding me up and down his crotch as I clung to him. I felt like I’d never stop coming and I ground myself against him, wanting something inside my throbbing cunt. Finally, my orgasm subsided and my breathing returned to normal.

‘Wow,’ I said.

‘Hell, yeah.’ He laughed.

I pulled away, leaned over his body and pressed my lips to his cloth-covered cock. His underwear tasted like me. His cock twitched against my mouth and seemed to swell even more, if that was possible. I traced the outline of his arousal with my tongue. Finally, I zeroed in on the head of his cock, sucking the engorged tip between my lips. He lay there, arms at his sides, eyes closed, content to let me have my way with him. Despite my orgasm, I had never felt so aroused – I marvelled at how responsive my body was to this guy I’d just met and how right it felt.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I dragged his underwear down until his cock popped free. It was so hard and beautiful, I ached to feel it inside me. I hesitated.

Reading my mind, he pointed to the table beside the bed. ‘In the drawer.’

I found a box of condoms and fumbled with one until I got it open. I rolled it over the tip of his cock and down the thick shaft. Lying there, with his boxer briefs pushed down to just below his ass, his heavy cock lying against his thigh, Matthew looked at me and said one word.

‘Please.’

I straddled his hips and guided his thick cock inside me inch by excruciating inch until we were both panting with need. Finally, I slid all the way down on his erection and felt the slightest twinge of discomfort before raising myself up and sliding back down again. Up and down, I rode Matthew’s cock until he couldn’t take any more of my slow movements and quickened my pace with his hands on my hips.

‘Oh, God, fuck me,’ he groaned. And I did.

I arched my back, reaching behind me to twist my hands in his boxer briefs that were still around his thighs. He slid his hands inwards across my hipbones, zoning in on where his cock went into me, his thumbs settling on my swollen clit. With every downward thrust, he rewarded me by rubbing my clit until I was riding him as hard and fast as I needed to come again.

‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he gasped.

I started coming as he thrust up into me, a combination of his cock hitting my G-spot just right and his thumbs working their magic on my clit. He threw his head back and moaned, the tendons in his neck bulging with exertion as I rode him. He tried to hold me still but I kept grinding on his erection as he came. Finally, when his moans tapered off to heavy breathing, I let him pull me down, my body as limp and damp as he was. He stroked my back slowly, soothing me.

I kissed the pulse in his neck and sighed. ‘Thanks. That was incredible.’

‘Yeah, it was.’

I waited for the awkward after-sex moment to come, but it never did. He kind of nestled me against him and we lay there for a long time, catching our breath.

‘Still crazy?’ I asked.

‘Yeah. The best kind.’

I nodded. ‘Yeah. So, can I come back tomorrow for another computer lesson?’

He laughed. ‘I was thinking more like I’d make you dinner and then we’d try another lesson. And maybe another one after breakfast in the morning.’

By the time we got out of bed, it was a very late dinner. And, thanks to Matthew, I got an A in Dr Davis’s class.

I strained against the bonds that held me to the bed. The well-worn and carefully knotted ropes at my wrists and ankles had just enough play to let me stretch and arch. The illusion of bodily control until I literally reached the end of my rope and realised I couldn’t escape. Face down on the bed, my ass already stinging from seven – or was it eight? – lashes of the belt, my pussy trickling wetness down onto the sheets as I screamed and squirmed. A steady
beep-beep-beep
broke through the haze of pleasure and pain and I twisted my head to hear it better. What was that noise?