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A modern wedding night in 2035.
She tells me how much this bar has changed since she lived in the neighborhood. This would be her last visit for a while because she's moving to Miami in a few days. I tell her how jealous I am that she's moving to such an amazing place. She says Miami is where her family is, and that moving back there feels like a failure. I try to buy her a drink, but she refuses politely.
"I'm going to see a friend later tonight, and I don't want to get started too early."
We talk for about an hour, closer and closer, her hand on my knee, then mine on hers. I can feel her hot skin through the fishnets.
Then she says, "I have to go. Buy me two shots."
I buy four and we drink them, and she says, "Listen, here's my number. Give me a call later, OK?"
The second shot had made me drunk, and as I fumble to save her number, flustered by the interest of this enticing stranger, she looks at me with a touch of pity and says, "You know what, come along. I'm afraid you'll pass out and forget to call me."
She flags a cab, and we sit in the back making out. I brush a hand over her breast, and to my surprise she grabs my wrist and pulls it away. Then she pins it against the car seat and kisses me harder.
I don't know where we're going, but we're crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. As we sit in late night traffic into Manhattan, the skyline shining through the windshield, she says to me, "This might be a long ride. Tell me something you've never told anyone else before."
Chapter 3: Just a Kiss Away
A breeze blows in through the window, and I lean close to her ear so that the driver can't hear and so that she can feel my the heat of my breath as I speak these words for the very first time.
There were two sexiest moments.
The first was a few minutes after I walked in the door. An hour earlier, I had gotten this email: "I have a friend here who wants to see me fuck you. Come now. Don't think, just come right now."
Up until I dialed the apartment from the lobby I had no idea what would happen. I rode the elevator up and knocked on the door. After a long minute it opened, just a crack, and a woman smiled out at me. When she let me in I saw why she was hiding behind the door - she was naked, her dirty blond hair disheveled, her hips wide and fit, her large breasts red from whatever had been happening just before I arrived. I instinctively reached out to shake her hand, and with a giggle she introduced herself. Then she said, "Follow me."
The whole apartment reeked of fresh fucking, but it was strongest coming from the bedroom. The lights were off and the shades down in most of the apartment, but the late afternoon light shone through the bedroom window. She led me towards the door.
He was standing in front of the window, shirtless, and when he turned to greet me I could see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of the pants he'd just pulled on.
"I'm Jefferson," he said. "Nice to meet you. Have you ever kissed a man?"
My hesitation was answer enough. He pulled me towards him and kissed me without tenderness but with a sexuality as raw as the stubble that was now scratching my face. I detected the faint taste of pussy on his lips.
"Good. We got that out of the way," said Jefferson.
At first I had no idea where to put my hands, but they found their way to his ass, and as he kissed me they slid around in search of his cock. The shame and mild revulsion I felt from the kiss were replaced by unrestrained arousal as soon I found it. I untied his pants and slid them down. She watched from the edge of the bed, an intent smile on her lips and a lowball of whiskey in her hand. I took each of his nipples in my mouth, sucking and then biting them, while his cock hardened in my other hand. He pulled my pants down, and I leaned toward him, rubbing my cock up against his and squeezing them together. He kissed me again, and I knelt down in front of him.
That moment-the city lights shining through his window against the darkening sunset, the unbearable anticipation, his cock against my cheek-strangely reminded me of another moment