Leah and Max (Sequal to The Blowjob)

Sweaty palms, the nerves in her stomach twitching, anxiously pacing on the sidewalk. She took a deep breath in through her nose and let it out through her mouth. The June night was warm but not yet humid. People were drifting down the avenue; the water was calm and covered in bronze scales from the evening sun.

Max had flown in today and now they were meeting. Finally!

She straightened her dress for the hundredth time and checked the time again. She was fifteen minutes early. Staying  at home for any longer had been impossible. Her nerves had forced her out.

They had talked all through the holidays, grey January and milder February. They had talked about sex, they had talked about politics, they had talked about children, they had talked about the past and the future. They agreed, they shared everything. He made her inside bubble, her soul long, her mind dream and her heart quiver. But every time she had brought up the concept of meeting again he had one excuse or another. Not enough money, no vacation days, grandparents sick. Eventually she had gotten so tired of it she wanted to holler.  One morning in early March she had woken up with a steel cold will.  She had written an email stating she would not talk to him again until he had made plans to see her. 

 That first day she waited impatiently, thought he would write back. Tell her that he was on his way. But nothing! He could of course have fallen ill or had an accident and eventually she sent a text asking if he was ok and if he had received her email.  He was fine and yes he had received her email. But no promise, no comment on the content. And she had gotten furious! Sat and stared at the text, her blood boiling, her cheeks flushed. And then it sunk in, the notion that this was not good for her. She was over her head invested in this man. He was not much more real than a character in a book or in a movie.  She deleted the text and slammed down the phone on her desk. That night she cried herself to sleep, exhausted from tense nerves and deflated hope.

The first few days she thought he would contact her but he didn’t. Every time she got a text message she jumped, she checked her emails constantly and waited and waited. She had gotten so addicted to his time, his presence that she had withdrawal symptoms, nervous, irritable, hard to sleep. And she cried out of anger, grief and longing.

 After a week she told herself she would never hear from him again and then suddenly the whole world was filled with dark haired, slender men. She went to Applebee’s with Jodi and the baby and all the waiters looked the same. Dark hair and beautiful hazel eyes. As Jodi nursed the baby, Leah talked and talked and talked about Max. When there were no more words left and the baby was already sleeping in the car seat Jodi had said very certain and on the smug side; “If he wants you he will come back. I think you are doing the right thing; this is the only way to know if you actually mean something. If he can stop talking to you and not miss you then it was all a game.”

“I know,” she had said and her whole inside had turned into a knot.

Eventually she relaxed; the world became less filled with dark haired men. She didn’t jump every time she got a text, she stopped checking her emails obsessively and she could go long periods without thinking about Max.

A Friday night in early April, the rain was drumming against her roof.  She was curled up on the couch watching “The Lord of the Rings” when her phone beeped.

“Max”

“Do you still want me to come?”

Dumbfounded, she held the phone in her hand. Started to write a sarcastic text message but stopped and put down the phone. Four weeks ago she would have jumped with joy but now she was wary. Didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to respond. Picked up her phone again and looked at the question.  Her heart quivered slightly. Slowly she wrote; I have to think about it. She pressed send and waited. Saw the little black and grey dots moving, showing that Max wrote something back to her.

“Sure, I understand. Take your time.”

Then she turned off the phone and tried to focus on the movie. No point! Her heart quivered again. Stronger this time.

“I won’t answer him today. I won’t,” she mumbled to herself as she turned up the sound on the TV and took a handful of popcorn. But her eyes moved over to the phone next to her.

After the movie she went to bed, left the phone by the TV, still turned off. Rolled around in bed for two hours before she got up and turned on the phone. He was probably still awake even though it had passed midnight. He had a tendency to stay up late and sleep little.

“What took you so long?”

Pressed send and waited, the little black and grey dots moved again.

“Pure stubborn stupidity.”

She tried hard no to let down her defense but it melted as fast as an ice cream in the hands of a toddler.

“Fuck!”

The battle was lost.

 

But this time around she was wiser, more careful, reined in her heart before she lost herself. Didn’t hunt him, didn’t seek his attention even though she wanted to. Let him set the pace, let him have his space. 

 

The sun was about to set when she saw him coming down the street. He wore a white dress shirt and beige khakis.  Her teeth chattered and her stomach turned upside down.  He stopped a few yards away and looked at her. Stood still for a moment and then smiled at her. Friendly. Charming. Wicked. He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek but she put her arms around his body and held on tight.

“I am not done yet,” she said as he tried to let go and he laughed quietly into her hair. When she let go she could tell that he felt it as much as her. The affectionate desire.

She didn’t eat much, more occupied with watching him carefully as he ate. Pictures are one thing but to actually sit like this with him within reach was marvelous. The few hours they had shared more than six months ago had faded as they had shared so much more in letters and words. After dinner, whatever they had eaten didn’t really matter, they started to walk slowly up the street. Closer and closer until their hands touched and he took her hand in his. She was all grown up but the excitement was the same as when she was 16 and her first boyfriend had held her hand for the first time.

They ended up outside his hotel and when he asked her if she wanted to come up she said yes.  In the hallway outside his room, he pulled on her hand so she stood in front of him.

“Do you want to make out here or do you want to do it in my room?”

She had to laugh but then she stopped and put a hand around his neck. Pulled him so close she could whisper into his ear.

“We can start here but I want to finish in your room.”

His mouth tasted of beer, his hair was thick under her hands and he smelled delicious. Every kiss, every touch made the hot honey spread through her body.  He managed to unlock the door as they kissed and they almost toppled over as he pushed the door open. His hands were under the dress, caressed her ass, her thighs and the lower part of her back. She unbuttoned his shirt; put her nose, her tongue, and her fingers against his skin. Smelled him, tasted him, felt him. The honey turned to lead in her groin. Vibrated, resonated through her body. Everything turned into sizzling slippery.

She put her hand down his pants. Hot silk under her hand, pulsating. He moaned in her ear and the sound multiplied the sizzles inside her.  She pulled the dress over her head and unzipped his pants. Both stood half naked, panting, looking.

“Come,” she said and took his hand in hers and led him over to the bed.

Finally, he was inside of her and it was good. Good! Good! All so good! No hesitation. Two puzzle pieces. A perfect match. Fit like a glove. Never want it to end. Please! Don’t want it to ever end.

Afterwards, she spread her arms out like wings on the bed. Felt totally satisfied, totally content. She sighed deeply and crawled next to his naked body. Rubbed her face against his neck, kissed his shoulder, put an arm across his chest.

“Mmmm,” he said and pulled her close. Both of them yawned and Leah felt  her eyes get heavier and heavier.

When she woke up many hours later Max had put the blanket over them. He moved a little and she realized he was awake.

“I am parched,” he said and got out of the bed, turned on bedside light, grabbed the water bottle and drank from it. She looked at his slender body and sighed again.

“You are beautiful.”

At first he looked surprised at her words but then pleased, he handed the bottle to her and she drank several gulps.

“I still wonder if that magic mouth will get me off,” he said with a grin.

She started to laugh and water sprayed out of her mouth. When she had calmed down she patted the bed.

“Come here and I will prove it to you.”

He lay down again. She started with his neck, nibbled, kissed and licked. Moved down his chest, his stomach. Put her hot breath on him. Licked his groin.

Guess who was right? She was right! It took some time but in the end she was right.

 

The Blowjob

She stood close to the wall, the sleet filled wind came whipping down the street. She put her hands deeper into her pockets and pulled her shoulders up  to her ears. The cellphone buzzed against her palm and she picked it up.

“Max”

I’m curious to see if this magic mouth actually can get me off.

Her cheeks got instantly warm and hot honey spread through her body. The same sensation she felt every time she talked to, chatted with, texted or thought of Max.

Max the man she had met a month ago at a conference in Chicago. Max who stood out among the cooperative crowd. As soon as he had come into her view she had noticed him. Slender with thick dark hair.  He had moved with a different swagger in his step, the same way people do who play in a band. He didn’t seem to belong to anyone. He didn’t look for anyone.

He had walked straight up to the walnut bar, stood across from her and ordered a beer. He tapped on the counter with his long fingers as he waited. When the beer arrived he put the bottle to his lips and drank a few mouthfuls. When he put down the bottle on the bar he met her eyes and smiled. Friendly. Charming. Wicked.

After he drank some more he walked up to her and extended his hand.

“Hi I’m Max.”

She heard the slightest southern drawl in his voice.

“I’m Leah.”

He leaned in and looked very carefully at her right earring, lifted it gently with his thumb and first finger.

“Is this Evenstar?”

She could hear the surprise and curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m a real fan.”

After that they had talked about one thing after another. If he said one thing she said, “Me too!” If she told him something he said, “No way!” Whatever subject they talked about they seemed to be eerily alike.  When everybody else had started to call it a night, they had still been talking.

Eventually they ended up in the hallway outside her hotel room.

“Are you going to invite me in?”

He was very close to her face and she could feel his warm breath against her lips.

“No.”

First he looked surprised, then he smiled and moved even closer.

“I am surprisingly good at making out in the hallways of fancy hotels.”

And that was what they did. Kissed, put their hands everywhere they could reach. She pulled on his hair, licked his ears and nibbled on his neck. She hadn’t made out like this in a long time. Almost had forgotten how it felt. How someone’s breath, tongue, hands can bring you to the verge of an orgasm. Fully dressed, standing up sex.

When they finally had said good night she had stumbled into her hotel room. Dizzy, red cheeked, wet through her panties.

The next morning she hadn’t seen him even though he had promised , “See you at breakfast.”

Disappointed, she had gone home only to find an email waiting for her as soon as she had turned on her computer. Now a month later they had spent many hours on the phone, even more hours on the computer.  And now about forty-five minutes ago they had discussed oral sex. He had proclaimed for certain that he never ever came during a blowjob. She had said with a voice filled with cockiness that it was because he never had met her before.

Leah looked around to see if she could spot Jodi’s car in the dark, sleety night. They were going out for dinner tonight and Jodi had made her promise to spill everything about Max. She looked at the text message again, the hot honey bubbled. Never in her life had she been as horny as she had been the last month. How could this man affect her like this, only with his words and his voice?

Deep in her crimson thoughts she didn’t even notice when Jodi stopped the car right in front of her.

“Hey girl!”

Leah looked up from the phone and saw Jodi standing on the sidewalk next to her.

“Oh, hi.”

“What were you thinking about?”

Leah laughed and shook her head.

The restaurant was a warm respite from the cold, raw evening outside. They got a booth by the window and Jodi sat down heavily. She was due in a couple of months but she carried all the weight low down already.

“So,” Jodi panted, “tell me all about this mysterious Max.”

Leah sat down, smiled and started to tell. She was only interrupted by the waiter. A young mulatto woman with wild hair and amazing light green eyes. They ordered a selection of sushi and water and then she kept talking. The sushi arrived, a rainbow on a white plate. It just slipped out, she didn’t mean to say it, but the sushi roll was so good and the words just flowed out.

“And he says that he doesn’t come during oral sex.”

Jodi chewed, nodded and chewed some more.

“Ah, Vincent said that too when we first got together. “

Leah picked up another sushi piece and dipped in the soy sauce.

“I think it is about the ability to let go,” Jodi said. She put a hand on her stomach and caressed it. “Men who like to be in charge don’t like the feeling of losing control. During intercourse they can decide much more but when a woman has their…” Jodi stopped and smiled, then she leaned forward, “I think that old couple is listening.”

Leah turned her head and looked; an old couple was staring at Jodi with curious eyes. Leah put her hand over her mouth and giggled.  Jodi continued whispering;

“When a woman has their cock in her hands and in her mouth, she is in control and can decide when he actually will get off.”

Leah took a sip of water and thought about what Jodi had said. Thought about Max’s sweetness, passion and open-mindedness. And then she thought about how he often said “we will see” when she tried to plan a “phone date”  or asked him if he would be home later, thought about what he had told her about his childhood and then she thought about how he had said  he hated it when people told him what to do.  

“You might actually be right about that.”

Jodi nodded and smiled brightly towards the old couple and said very loudly,

“Or he has never had his dick sucked as good as you can do it.”  

Leah smiled and said fairly loud herself.

“Oh, of that I am 100% certain.”

And to her amazement the old couple applauded.