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Black tie event turns darkly deviant.
Melanie could feel herself getting wet and hot between her legs, and her emotions were boiling.
Finally, she pulled away, and looked far down the river.
"I'm sorry," Mat said. "I shouldn't have." In answer, Melanie turned back to him, wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him to her. They kissed deeply, as passion built to a white heat.
This time, when they came up for air, Melanie took a deep breath and tried compose herself. Part of her wanted to drag this man to some place private and ravage him, and part of her was afraid to give herself to a man she barely knew.
Mat, too, was conflicted. He wanted this woman like he hadn't wanted a woman in a long time, but he didn't want to come on too strong. And yet, he didn't want to let the chance for a promising relationship slip away by being timid.
"Melanie," he said finally. "I know we just met and all, and I can understand if..." Melanie just pressed a finger to his mouth, then kissed him again, this time slower, with more tenderness.
"I want you," he said simply when they broke apart again. "But... But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I like you a lot, and I think I could grow to love you. But..." Again, he faltered.
"Mat, I knew the moment I saw you that you were something different, something special," Melanie said. "I want to spend as much time with you this weekend as I can. Let's just go with the flow and see what happens. OK?"
They got up and walked back to Decatur Street, their arms wrapped around each other's shoulder, they lost themselves in their own thoughts. Melanie thought about how good it felt to lay her head on a man's shoulder again, to feel a man's strong arm around her. Mat was just the slightest bit taller than she was, so that her head fit perfectly on his shoulder and their arms fit around each other like a glove.
Without saying anything, they found themselves walking to the Cafe du Monde. They got a table looking out at the sidewalk, and ordered coffee and beignets.
The mood lightened considerably as they drank the pitch-black coffee and fed each other the impossibly sweet doughnuts. Melanie laughed as Mat took her fingers and licked the powdered sugar off, slowly and seductively. Melanie felt her pussy lurch at the sensuousness of that seemingly trivial act.
Then the plate was empty and their cups drained. Melanie and Mat looked deep in each other's eyes, communicating wordlessly. It was Melanie who spoke first, in a seductive whisper.
"Mathieu, would you think I was some kind of slut if I spent the night with a man I didn't know 12 hours ago?" she said.
"No," he answered. "I'd think you were a woman who hadn't been loved in a long time, and who saw something she liked."
When they reached Bourbon Street, on their way backto Mat's apartment, they took a stroll for a couple of blocks. Lo and behold, they ran right into Jackie, her best friend from work, and three of her group. Melanie introduced Mat to her friends, and blushed as they made some ribald, but good-natured, comments. Jackie pulled Melanie aside for just a second.
"How sure are you about this guy?" Jackie said.
"Jack, I'm more than sure," Melanie said. "I... I don't know how to describe it. It's like we've known each other all of our lives. He's really a very sweet man. And... Well, I'm here to have fun, and I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with him. You know I haven't... since John died. Jackie, I need someone, and I think God's put him here for a reason. And if things don't work out, at least I gave it a shot."
"OK, girl, I trust your judgment," Jackie said. "Enjoy yourself, but be careful. I'll have my cell on if you need me."
"Thanks," Melanie said, as she bade her friends farewell for the night, and they resumed strolling leisurely down the crowded street.
"So, do I pass?" Mat said.
"Oh, she's just a concerned friend," Melanie said.
"She wouldn't be a friend if she wasn't concerned," Mat said.