Yes, sir. Part One

Becca pulled the door open and stepped inside bar. It was warm, and nicely crammed with neighborhood folks. They were mostly young college folks and people in their early thirties, young but not too young, hip and modern but laid back and down to earth. It was Becca’s favorite bar crowd. Not that it mattered, not tonight.

She spotted her date, sitting in a booth in a dark corner, only the single candle on the table flickering across his torso and face, giving him away to her. He spotted her, and gave her a nod and a lazy smile. That damn lazy smile that made Becca’s stomach drop.

“Hey,” she said, sitting across from him. “Have you been waiting long?”

Charlie shook his head, “Nope. You’re fine.”

Becca smiled, taking off her coat and setting it beside her on the bench seat.

They held each other’s gaze before Becca laughed. She was saved from acting embarrassed as the waitress came to take their order. Rum and coke for Charlie, pale ale for Becca, and a side of fries between them both.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Charlie asked.

Becca merely shook her head. She didn’t feel the need to explain to him that her stomach was flipping out and that she was nervous as shit. This was only their second date, but already Becca was drunk on Charlie’s…aura? That sort of New Age bullshit seemed to demean what it was that Charlie possessed, but if anything, it was Becca’s sensibilities.

Before their first date, Becca had seen his picture on her coworker’s phone, immediately deeming him fucking hot. When they met for the first time, everything about him seeped into her bones, setting them on fire. She would have jumped him that very evening when he dropped her off at home, but her newly implemented policy of never sleeping with a guy on a first date made her keep her distance. All they shared that night was a kiss on the cheek. At least Charlie respected her for that, but the smoldering gaze and lazy grin he gave her as he turned to leave made her knees turn to jelly. He had pure desire in his eyes, but his grin communicated the fact that he was more than happy to let her stew in her own desires.

Becca didn’t complain about that. Not one bit.

Sitting across from him at the bar, she felt impatient and restless. He started talking about…something, but all Becca could hear was the cadence of his tone and timbre. It was music, lustful music to do naughty things to, and her mind brought her to a very naughty place.

“You okay?” Charlie asked with a laugh.

Becca snapped out of it, “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I got…distracted. Work stuff.”

“I’m that engaging, huh?”

Even though he laughed, she knew he was kind of hurt.

“Oh…, Charlie. I’m so sorry. I’m all yours..” Becca caught her slip of the tongue, “I mean…I’m all ears.”

The waitress returned with their drinks and fries, and Charlie took a deep sip of his rum and coke. Closing his eyes and savoring the taste, Becca did a quick once over of him, trying to burn his likeness into her memory for later.

Charlie wasn’t classically handsome, but he was incredibly good looking. Once before, he had been chiseled and toned for the kind of work he used to do, and you could tell that just from the way he carried himself. Now in his 30’s, Charlie had a bit more padding, but it was quite sexy on him. Underneath his pale olive skin and black brown hair, he was unflappably confident in himself, his purpose in life, and his abilities. Some might have called in arrogance, but Becca sensed that it came from something deeper. A well of strength, maybe, but it was something she felt secure in.

“They have the best rum here.” He said, taking one last sip before setting the glass on the table and looking at Becca. His dark eyes stared out from underneath dark lashes, and she felt her heart quicken.

To be completely forthcoming and honest, Becca was not the kind of woman who could be easily swayed or taken by men. In fact, there had been several moments in her life when she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to date men at all.

It was Charlie’s disarming confidence and genuine interest in her that made Becca decide early on that maybe she could let down her guard a little and enjoy his attentions.

“I wouldn’t know.” Becca replied, immediately regretting her reply. “I mean, I don’t generally drink hard liquor…just…beer.”

With his lopsided grin coming forth again, he smiled at her, “I gathered as much.”

“Really?”

“You said that on our last date.”

Becca felt her face flush and she smiled, embarrassed. “Jesus. You must think I’m a total moron.”

“Not at all, hon.” Charlie reached across, and took her hand. “I think you’re just fine. A bit nervous, maybe, but…fine.”

Blanching at his touch and his use of the name “hon,” Becca slowly pulled away, smiling, hoping to distract him from her reaction to his touch. If he touched her anymore, she couldn’t last long at the bar, self imposed abstinence be damned.

“Sorry…I just…” she stammered.

“Well, it either means that you don’t like me…or that you like me too much.”

Becca laughed out loud, “Well, aren’t you…” she sputtered.

“What.” Charlied urged playfully.

“You’re jumping the gun…just a little bit.” Becca said coyly. She took a big gulp of her beer, and willed the magic to start working immediately. “I mean, this is just our second date…I don’t know if I…like you, or not.”

Charlie seemed to take this in the best possible way; with a laugh, leaning forward and lowering his voice to a sexy growl.

“You like me.” He whispered.

“How do you know?” Becca asked at the same volume level, leaning in to hear his reply.

“I can smell it.”

She straightened up, trying not to smile like a twitterpated idiot. He was right. She was very nearly soaking, and she hadn’t even noticed. Suddenly she became incredibly self aware.

“Oh?” was all she could manage to say.

Charlie nodded, his expression predatory and prematurely victorious.

Suddenly, Becca’s intellect sprang into action, and she sobered up at this realization. Sure, he might have a heart of gold underneath the arrogance, but would it be worth sticking around to find out? He seemed to feel things passionately. When he talked, it didn’t matter if it was about his childhood in New Jersey, or the music that speaks to him the most…it was all with intense passion. He felt things deeply.

Still, it occurred to Becca that maybe this might not be a good thing. She was less connected to feelings, and more connected to her head. This may have been the reason she rarely went farther than a second date with most men she saw, but it certainly helped her avoid certain peril. Like the time a young Buddhist hipster, on their first date, asked if he could draw her in the nude. And, no…he was not an art student. Becca felt that there was something off in that request, and in the nervous, shifty eyed way  he said it, so her intellect said no. Who knew how that might have turned out had she said yes.

Still, sitting there in that booth, seeing him sitting back against the bench, watching her every move, listening to her every stammering word, soaking it in with as much pleasure as he has sipped his drink, she got the sense that…maybe he liked her too. Maybe…maybe it was his smell?

Through all these thoughts, Becca had been talking, about what, she probably couldn’t say, but as the words formed in her mouth, so did a phantasmal clone of herself take form in front of her eyes. It floated to Charlie, running a ghostly hand up his chest, grasping the back of his neck, the other hand resting on his belly, and its mouth taking his as deeply as Becca’s breath came in the moment she realized what she was imagining.

“Anyway.” She intoned loudly. Her cheeks were burning, and she, the nether-she, was throbbing.

“Anyway…” Charlie repeated. “You know, Becca, I have to say…you have the most exquisite look in your eyes right now.”

Becca laughed it off, “Yeah, I try…”

“No, I’m serious. You must tell me what’s behind them right now. I’m seeing something awesome here.”

His openness to her thoughts made her suddenly change her mind about this whole thing. Most men weren’t that open on a second date, and they shared a mutual friend whom she trusted…so how dangerous could he be? Maybe...maybe he would be as awesome of a lover as she felt he might be. It would certainly be the perfect situation, right out of a lusty nineteenth century novel. The deeply passionate man makes deeply passionate love to the unwilling yet pliable woman. Granted, the end wasn’t as perfect as the love making, but this was modern times…what would a little heartbreak be?

Then again, maybe it was just her sex talking.

“Just imagining…things.” She started, fiddling with a french fry before taking a bite.

Leaning forward, Charlie urged her, “Such as?”

Becca grinned at him, “Imagining what we’re gonna do after we leave here.”

Grinning, Charlie gestured for her to continue.

“I’m thinking about what it will be like to kiss you. Fully. On the lips.” She blushed again, feeling like she sounded like some kind of virginal prude.

“Of course we’ll kiss on the lips.” Charlie laughed, teasing her with his parental tone. “I promise you that much. What else?”

“To be quite honest?” Becca started, deciding that maybe she should just put it all out on the table. It had had been way too long since she had gotten laid, maybe now was the right time. “To be quite honest, I had a flash of a premonition involving me coming on to you. You were sitting down, and I slid over to you, running my hands over your chest, and behind your neck to pull you closer to my lips…”

Charlie’s grin slowly widened and then went serious. He waved over the waitress at this, and Becca trailed off. He slipped a twenty in the waitress’s hand, “Will this cover the bill?”

“Oh yeah, but do you want change?”

Shaking his head, he slid out from the booth, “Nope, it’s yours. Thanks.”

He held out his hand to Becca and she, confused, took it, grabbed her stuff with her other hand and let him lead her out of the bar.

Becca, allowing herself to be led, and squeezed Charlie’s hand. His grip was tight, strong, and unwavering. It was almost painful. He looked back at her.

“You’re holding my hand too tightly.” She said, catching up to him.

Charlie grinned again, and let go. “Sorry.”

He slipped his arm around her thick waist and pulled her to his side, looking down at her from his three inch advantage in height, “Is this better?”

She nodded and laughed, “Yes. Much.”

Becca had a thing for men with wide and strong hands, and Charlie had them. Feeling the flat of his broad hand curve around her waist, pulling her hip to his, it was an intimacy that she hadn’t felt in, well, years. She wanted to reciprocate, but, like a deer in headlights, she was a bit frozen by his abruptness in leaving.

“Where are we going, Charlie?” she asked.

“To my car.” He looked down at her, less confident and more concerned. “Is that alright?”

Becca responded by stretching her arm around his back and clutching his waist. Her insides were practically sparking with energy and excitement. She took a deep breath, and allowed herself to feel giddy.

His car was only a block away, parked along a quiet residential street. He unlocked her door first, opening it for her. She slipped into the seat and closed her door, watching him round the hood and unlock his own side, getting in. The sound was muted and amplified inside the car, the slightest move, the smallest breath magnified to a hundred in Becca’s ears.

Charlie didn’t start the car, or click in his seat belt, but instead turned towards her. She sat straight ahead, leaning against the seat, her head turned towards Charlie. They held the gaze for a prolonged time before Becca felt her body move towards him. Her movement and hand placements were slightly more awkward than her vision in the bar had been, but with one hand on his seat, and the other on his leg, she lead over the middle console and gave him one, simple kiss. Charlie took a deep satisfied breath after she parted, and ran his hand up the arm which rested on his leg, and then down to her waist as he leaned into her and kissed her deeply. Their tongues flicked and twisted against each other, and Charlie leaned in farther, wrapping both of his arms around her. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. In the chill of the car, between kisses, their breath swept across each other in tiny whisps, intensifying the fire. They held their bodies as closely to each other as they could, considering the awkward space, but their lips lingered.

Becca felt her hand move up his leg and to his crotch. His jeans were warm and damp and very tight. She looked him in the eyes. They were half open, watching her watching him, and his lazy grin widened. As Becca’s fingers moved up to the top of his jeans, Charlie suddenly moved her hand away.

“No, no…” he laughed softly. “Not yet.”

Her face flushing, Becca felt her throat tighten, embarrassed. “Jesus…”

“Hey, don’t worry.” He said gently. “Let’s go to my place. Would you want to? I mean, if it’s too soon…I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

Becca sat back in her seat, touching her lips. They were slightly red and raw from his day old stubble. She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She said.

Crestfallen, Charlie paused and then sat back in his seat and started the engine to the car. Sensing his disappointment, Becca quickly corrected his assumption and her sloppy response.

“I mean…I don’t think it’s too soon.” She nearly shouted. Then, feeling again self aware, she laughed, “I mean…yes, I’d like to continue this. At your place.”

Becca fell in love with Charlie’s house as soon as she saw it.

“This is where you live?” she asked, taking in the old Victorian.

“Yep. I rent two bedrooms on the top floor.”

As they got out of the car, Becca replied, “Please tell me that one of them is in that turret!”

Charlie laughed, “Yeah, my office is in that turret. It really gets me in the mood.”

Becca gave him a look and sly smile.

“Creative mood.” He explained.

He took her hand and led her into the house.

“My landlord and roommate should be gone.” He said softly, and then louder. “Hey, is anyone home?”

They waited, but no one answered. Charlie raised his eyebrows, and gave her a mischievous glance. “I think we’re alone.”

Becca’s stomach jolted, but she took a deep breath and it calmed. Taking her coat, Charlie hung them up on the coat rack, and she followed his example by taking off her shoes. In just their socks, Charlie took her hand.

“I’ll show you around.” He said. Then taking one big step under an arch leading into a living room, he gestured to where he stood. “This is the parlour.”

“You have a parlor?” Becca asked, taking in the minimalist effect of the room. Spare of furniture, what there was had clean lines, the walls were painted with fresh light paint, and brightly colored artwork adorned the empty spaces. “No one has a parlor.”

“We do.” Said Charlie, then led her under another archway, his hand moving across the small of her back. “This is the dining room. My land lord still hasn’t found the perfect dining room set, so we’re stuck with this thing from Ikea.”

In the dining room of that size, the cheap plywood table looked small and diminutive. Becca immediately recognized it. “Hey, I have the same set.” Charlie smiled at her, gave her a quick kiss, and led her to the kitchen, the guest bathroom, gestured to a doorway that led to his landlord’s private rooms, and then led her upstairs.

Becca had preceded Charlie at his insistence, and she figured out why as he playfully slapped her bum.

“Hey!” she laughed.

“You like it.” Charlie replied flirtatiously.

At the top of the landing, Charlie pointed to the closed door on the left, “That’s Jessie’s room. Next to her is the bathroom, and these are my rooms.”

He pointed to the right where there was one closed door, and one ornate archway with a burgundy drape hiding the contents of the room. Charlie swept the curtain aside, and all of a sudden they were in a room flooded with light.

Becca gasped, “It’s beautiful…”

There were three windows that stretched to the ceiling, under which was padded window seat with lots of gem colored pillows, probably made out of recycled Indian saris. On the available wall space were built in bookshelves that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, and they were filled with books and various knick knacks. In the very middle of the room was a desk and a comfortable chair.

“I…I have always dreamed of having a space like this.” Becca whispered.

Charlie came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering into her ear, “You’re welcome over anytime to enjoy it, Becca.”

Even though he was being quite earnest, Becca laughed and turned around to face him. She rested the palms of her hands on his chest as he drew her body closer to his.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you.” She stated, willing herself to look into his unwavering gaze. His eyes were a dark brown, the same color and depth and his hair, and he held her in his eyes for as long as she allowed before she broke it off with a kiss.

“I can’t help it.” He laughed. “Happy women get me going.”

Becca laughed, and took his hand. “Show me your room?”

Charlie raised an eyebrow, “Whatever the lady wants…” he replied.

As Charlie passed by her, and she followed, Becca gave herself a scowl. Being so forward was not really her style, but it didn’t really seem to matter right now. He was digging it as much as she was.

Charlie’s room was amazingly well put together. A huge four poster bed took up most of the space, the posters stretching up to the high ceiling. A couple of bookshelves, a guitar stand, and an overstuffed loveseat under the windows completed everything.

Becca stood next the bed, leaning on one of the posters.

“I….I’m impressed.” She finally said.

Standing at another poster across from her, Charlie bowed his head, “Thank you.”

“This bed, though…it’s amazing.”

“Yeah, I made it myself.” He said, giving it the once over.

Becca nodded, and vocalized her approvel before letting her awkwardness descend once again. She pushed through it by taking a step towards Charlie, and reaching up to him to place her lips on his once more. This time, there was no barrier. Just free space and privacy.

Charlie took her mouth, not eagerly, but with restraint and purpose, before gently pushing her away.

“Take off your cardigan.” He said, sternly.

Before thinking, Becca did so and let him take it from her to place it on the loveseat nearby.

He stood away from her, and then moved around her as she stood in her summer dress and winter stockings. Somehow, this overt ogling of her body didn’t repluse her, but rather, calmed her. It was obvious that he was taking her in because he liked her. He liked how she looked.

Becca figured that most men didn’t care much for those women thick in the waist like she was. Still, she managed to find and attract mates, probably because her figure was proportionate, alibiet on the heavy side. She had a large round ass with wide hips with her waist tapering slightly inward, and then her torso widening to fit her huge breasts. Breasts which were fully supported and on display in her push up bra underneath her dress.

Coming up behind her, Charlie slid his hands across her abdomen, taking in a deep breath as he nuzzled her neck. Becca allowed herself to lean into him, feeling his lips against her flesh and the resulting shiver. He squeezed her and then whispered into her ear.

“You make me want to do terrible things to you.” He said, “Terrible, dirty things.”

Becca didn’t know how to answer, but urged him on by grabbing his hands and pulling them around her even tighter.

“Would you let me do bad things to you?”

“Within reason,” Becca muttered with a nervous laugh.

Charlie turned her around and looked her in the eyes again, “Get on the bed.”

Doing so, Becca slid across the bed so that she was in the very middle, and laid down against the mound of pillows he had propped  up on the headboard. She watched him as he climbed up on to the bed, and then over onto her. He leaned down and gave her another slow and purposeful kiss, while his hands ran up her thigh and to the waist of her leggings. Instead of pulling them off, he ran his hand across her hip and back to her ass. He took his time slowly running his palm over her skin, kissing her deeply, feeling her respond to him.

“Take off your leggings for me?” he asked.

Becca, thoroughly intoxicated with the lust he brought out of her with every kiss and touch, did so, and threw them on the ground. Involuntarily, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself into his body.

He gently moved her legs off of him, but, keeping them spread, got up to his knees and kneeled at her now exposed pussy.

“I don’t want to have sex if you’re not ready.” He said, “But I am dying to taste you.”

His voice, so steady and sure, lulled her into security, and she raised her pelvis so that her entire pussy was available to him.

“Do it.” She whispered. “Please.”

Charlie’s face filled with lust as he gently caressed her inner thighs with the back of her hand, watching her as she inhaled. Becca felt herself open a little a he ran his hand over her thighs, and then lightly over her mound. Then, with one finger, he stroked her from her anus to her clit, causing her to breathe in sharply. As soon as he touched her, he pulled his hand away, exposing her sensitive clit to the cold air.

He leaned down, getting as close to her pussy as he could without touching it, and slowly blew on her clit.

Becca sighed, and reached down to grab Charlie’s hair, “Oh God…”

She wanted his mouth on her, she wanted to feel his warm tongue slid into her, and raised her hips to him, but Charlie quelled her impatience.

“I want you to touch yourself.” He murmered, straightening up.

Without a thought, Becca reached down and softly touched herself, and watched as Charlie undressed himself. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it away from his chest.

“Please let me undress you.” Becca heard herself implore, with more longing and submission than her intellect was comfortable with. Still, sex won out again, and she sat up.

Charlie didn’t give her express permission, but let his hands fall to his side. Becca slid up to him, and slowly pulled his shirt away and over his shoulders, making sure her palms felt his skin at the same time. She leaned in, kissing his chest, moving her lips over his clavicle and to his neck where she nuzzled him as she pulled his shirt off of his arms and threw it to the floor.

She was hungry now, and her limitations and put upon rules were slowly slipping away from her thoughts. She felt him run his hands up on each thigh and then up her torso, taking her dress with it. Up and over her head, and then to the ground. Becca started undoing his jeans, and he slid one hand under her bra, grabbing a nipple between his fingers. She giggled, and bit her lip, her fingers fumbling with his button and zipper.

Charlie laughed too, and stood up on his knees in front of her. Becca undid his fly and pulled down his jeans to his knees, licking her lips at the sight of his tented boxers.

“Yes.” She hissed to herself, pulled down his boxers.

His cock was hard, nearly erect, and bobbed in front of her, teasing her, asking her to take it in her mouth.  


Before she could, Charlie got her attention, lifting her chin with his hand.

“I want you to turn over on your stomach.” He said.

She did as she was told, wondering what he was going to do. Before she could lay down, he quickly undid her bra strap, and she shrugged the thing off of her body. His satiny red comforter was cold to the touch, and she shivered as her naked breasts swept across the fabric. She worried briefly that he was going to sodomize her, but he did say that there would be no intercourse. Becca forced herself to trust him and go with it. 

She felt him lightly lay the length of his body over her, propping himself with his arms on either side of her. He whispered into her neck.

“I’m not going to penetrate you,” he told her, “But I can’t leave this beautiful ass alone. Don’t worry…I won’t hurt you, but you have to tell me if anything I do is uncomfortable, okay?”

“What are you going to do?” Becca asked, her voice weak, again, against her intentions.

She could feel him smiling behind her, as he rubbed his hand on her ass cheeks, “Shhh.”

Becca rested her forehead on her arms, and let herself relax to his reassuring and confident touch. He ran his fingers up and down her back, heightening her awareness, and Becca could feel the area where her thighs rubbed against each other, right at her apex, grow moist. She took a few deep breaths, and then moaned as Charlie took one ass cheek in each hand, and massaged them before running his fingers up and down her ass crack.

Becca certainly had never before felt the fragile sparks of sensation trail in slender tendrils from her ass to the rest of her body. She was afraid for what would happen next, but again, her sex trumped the feelings, and she raised herself to Charlie, giving him permission to play as he would like.