Heather Barton

And now for the naughty part of this chapter.  hee hee.  Lets see, where did we leave Cat, Joe & Chris.  Ah yes, here they are…

“Alright gentlemen, here’s the challenge.  Whoever can catch me first gets me first.  And if you catch me before I get to the building, you get a blow job and I do so love blow jobs.”

And as quick as spit I turned and ran through the parking lot to the sidewalk.  I heard generous cursing behind me and then nothing but the sound of feet.  They needed their air for running.

I ran daily on the treadmill and had loved being chased since I was a girl.  So I knew I was up to this.  The test was were they?  I ran straight diagonally through the street, occasionally looking back to check traffic.  Joe was ahead of Chris and gaining on me and the thought of him catching me made my sex burn with anticipation.  This was my favorite type of foreplay.

Cat’s Suite was in sight and I was feet from touching the front door when I felt a body crush into mine and press me to the glass hard.  It eased off enough to whirl me around and Joe’s head came down in a crushing kiss as he pressed me again into the glass door.  Desire surged through me as his lips devoured mine.  He pressed his length against me and I raised my arms around his neck to rub more of my body along his.

I heard Chris come up panting beside us.  He barely managed a, “Shit girl.”

Joe released me for the sheer need of air because we were all breathing hard.  I turned in Joe’s arms to look at Chris. He was bent over trying to get his wind back. With a hand on Joe’s arm for balance I placed my shoes back.

Chris looked up at me and I grinned at him and said, “Can’t neglect the cardio, man.”

Joe choked a laugh as he reached over to open the door for me.  Chris followed me in but just as I was waiving to Dan who worked the 3-11 shift, Chris threw me over his shoulder and stomped to the elevator.  With a yelp in surprise I felt myself get hotter with desire over his display of strength, my aphrodisiac.

When the elevator doors closed on the three of us Chris said, “What floor?”

I handed my bag to Joe who took out the key card and pressed the floor button.  Chris had one hand firmly on one thigh and had started caressing up the other.  I was luxuriating in the sensation making small moaning sounds.

“Thigh highs,” he said to Joe.

“Of course,” Joe responded.  “Cat’s all class.  Although I’m starting to wonder who it is you’ve got on your shoulder.”

“Wildcat?” I giggled as the doors opened and Joe led us to the Suite.  A quick key card slide and we were in.  Chris walked to the first of the two queen beds and dumped me on it.  He stood there for a moment staring at me as I lay sprawled on the bed.  With a smile I rolled off and walked to the bathroom.

“Look your fill gentlemen but stay dressed.  I’m going to change, since in this mood I’m liable to beg you to rip my clothes off me.  It might not be so easy to replace such a good First Friday dress.”

I went into the bathroom and carefully stripped, leaving on the hose and undergarments.  After quickly doing a little business I exited the bathroom.  Chris and Joe were wandering around looking at the fabled Cat’s Suite but stopped when they saw me.  I walked over to Chris and from across the room Joe moved to stand near me.  I reached for the bottom of Chris’ T-shirt and began pushing it up his chest.  He finished removing the shirt himself as my hands played over his torso.

Joe was behind me running his palms along my sides and hips.  “The reality exceeds the fantasy,” he said with just a little awe in his voice.  The plus and minus of men over boys is most do not wait on permission or instruction to do something they want.

Chris’s chest was completely bare of hair and smooth to the touch and I indulged my fingers in the touching.  “You can undress or not until your turn,” I whispered and placed small kisses from his nipple to nipple, “but leave the shirt off.”  His growled spiked my desire but I turned around to Joe.

I ran my fingers, again, though Joe’s hair. “I like your new look.  Sorry if I haven’t noticed before.”

I pulled on his shirt until and he took over pulling it off.  I ran my hands along his muscled chest and let my fingers enjoy the soft furred feel of the small patch of hair there.  I gently pushed until he moved back and I followed.  When we were closer to the bed I let my hands slide down his abs to his pants.  I undid the belt, the button, the zipper and removed the pants in a technique I now teach all my students with my hands sliding down his bare ass in a caress, thumbs removing the clothing.

As I drew the pants down I crouched beside him.  His erection stood out and waved at me.  He stepped out of his pants and I ran my hands along the length of his cock.  I was engrossed in indulging in the feel of him.  I wasn’t sure how long I caressed him until he growled, “Enough, woman” and reached down to lift me up by my arms.

I pressed my body against his and said, “But, your beautiful, Joe.”

“Gee, you know just what to say to a man.”

He chucked as he said it and I grinned at him.

“Oh I do.  You say, fuck me, please, hard and wild.”

Joe’s smile got larger.  Without taking his eyes off me and said, “Chris, would you do the honors of stripping the lovely Cat?”

I heard Chris move up behind me and say, “Don’t I have the best boss.”

He unsnapped the bra and pushed the straps down my arms to where they hit Joe’s hands.  Joe finished the action and the bra was tossed on the floor.  I watched Joe’s eyes feast on my breasts and I ached to have his mouth there.  My nipples were tight hard points and a whimper escaped when I felt Chris’s hands pull on my panties and then rip them to shreds and off me.

Joe had his hand on my breast and I clung to him and pressed my sex against his engorged cock.  I felt a hard slap on my ass and I gasped as Joe took that moment to pinch my nipple.  I shuddered with a tiny orgasm and barely heard Chris.

He’d leaned down to growl in my ear, “I know just how I’m going to take you.”

“Me first,” Joe said and with me in his arms he quickly turned us around to land on the bed.

I was pinned underneath him.  He kissed me thoroughly, long and deep and then moved down to take my breasts into his mouth.  I arched and cried out at the sensation from his lips and tongue.  His hand moved to place a finger down my sex.  When he realized how ready I was he pulled away and rose over me.  I drew my legs around his hips as he positioned himself at my slick entrance.

His head tilted down to briefly kiss me.  With his lips still inches from mine he said, “Hard and wild.”

“Yes,” I whispered and then screamed the word as he plunged his full length inside.  He drove into me with fast strong strokes and the word ‘yes’ became my entire vocabulary.  I went over the edge into orgasm quickly and then could only whimper through the mini-orgasms as Joe pumped me for I didn’t know how long until he reached his own release.

He collapsed on top of me and we lay there for what seemed a blissful eternity but was probably only a few moments.  Eventually he slowly slipped out.  Running my hands along his back I moved him off enough to run my fingers through his hair and along his face.  I kissed his lips lightly and heard him groan.

“I can die now.  As a matter of fact, I have died and gone to heaven.  I know I’m dead because I cannot move.”

I laughed softly and called out, “Chris, your boss is hogging your turn and claiming I killed him.”

Chris chuckled as he walked from the direction of the kitchen to the bed.  He rolled Joe off me with one big pull of his hands.

“Come on, old man, time to share.”

This is one of my favorite scenes from my novel.  But only Part One, cuz its obviously way too long to read in one load.. which is my whole problem with my book.. its too long!  lol  Part Two will come later and be much dirtier!  Let me know if you like it. 🙂

I had been playing Cat and teaching the class for almost four years when one First Friday at Blake’s by ten P.M. I had to admit I wasn’t going to have a student.   The system had been running smoothly for so long I was bemused at the possibility of having a month off.  M.O.S.A.’s membership had grown incredibly since that first meeting and the annual dues easily paid expenses.

Michelle handled the books and Rosalind handled enrollment.  She did an incredible job coordinating referrals from students and members alike.  She juggled the boys at the University with the local ones away for University and limited it to a number I could handle.

Surprisingly it was Jennifer and Lindsey who handled new membership.  It was by invitation only with the members choosing to keep quiet the purpose of M.O.S.A..  Jennifer supplied the enthusiasm for the concept and Lindsey the conviction this was a mother’s responsibility.  The original members had accepted my anonymity and never pressed for a real name.  They had even sprung for Cat to have her own transportation which they housed in an apartment complex Ruth owned.  It was rumored many a former student had spent hours hanging around the place hoping to catch Cat ‘at home’.

So it seemed impossible no student would show up.  When Julio relieved Chris at the door of the club for his break Chris shook his head at me on his way to the back.  I was wondering just how long I was supposed to wait so I sent Rosalind a quick text.  She called me back almost immediately.  She’ll read a text message if she has to but if she has something to say she’ll call.

“I’m so sorry, Cat,” Rosalind said with her usual grace and style.  “Jessica’s wedding has been taking all my time.  I meant to call you and tell you the one student we’d lined up had a family emergency and left town.”

“Ros, the room is all prepped so I don’t think they will be giving us a refund on it.”

“Well then get some actual sleep in it this time.  M.O.S.A. can well afford it and God knows you deserve it.”

“Alright, then I guess I’ll call it an early evening.”

I was about to say goodbye when Rosalind added, “Are you sure you won’t come to the wedding?”

“No matter how Jessica feels about Gregory being one of Cat’s boys, she is not going to want Cat at her wedding, Rosalind.  How would I possibly be able to pull off the mystique of Cat and NOT upstage the bride?”

Rosalind laughed.   I was thankful everyone took my refusals so well, but frankly it baffled me why the girlfriends and spouses wanted so much to meet me.  I  may have taught their young men about women and how to please them, but you’d think more women would be jealous by that!

I put the phone back in my case as Chris came over and sat down in the empty stool next to me.  I looked at him and he smiled.

“No students tonight?” he asked as Joe served him water.  Joe leaned his arm on the bar and watched me also.

“Apparently there was a cancellation.”

I could only grin at both men.  Their intent was very, very obvious.  Chris had never sat next to me on his break.  Of course I was usually with students so any space next to me was always occupied.  But in all the years of coming to Blake’s I had never seen him so much as glance at a female.  And here he was devouring me with his eyes.

Chris was the epitome of a bouncer/doorman.  He wore a tight t-shirt to emphasize the muscle he worked hard to maintain.  It helped him look threatening.  He kept his hair buzzed to a heavy five o’clock shadow on his head and let his face match.  He looked darkly Hispanic, dangerous and handsome, with surprisingly blue eyes.

I turned to Joe and saw what the man had been offering for years clear on his face.  Then I realized Joe’s physique had steadily gotten sexier in the last four years.  I’d assumed he was just wearing tighter shirts but he must have been purposefully building his upper body and I’d been too wrapped up in teaching to notice.  His hair, when I had first met him, had been cut short to hide the generous grey but he’d let it grow out.  Now it was just long enough on top to pull off the tousled look he was sporting well.  It was intriguing to see the white and grey and blond blend.

Leaning up and over I reached and ran my fingers through Joe’s tousled hair.  It was gloriously soft without gel or anything holding it in place.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” I whispered to him trailing my fingers along his face and sat down slowly giving Joe a generous look down my top.

“Cat,” he growled and I looked down the bar at a waiving arm and interrupted him by pointing at it.  Joe cussed under his breath and went to make a drink.

“Minx,” Chris said from next to me with a chuckle.

I turned to him with my sly smile and ran a hand along his bicep keeping my lashes lowered to watch my fingers.  “Do you have time in your break for a dance?”  I looked up into his eyes.

“Oh yes,” and with two hands he lifted me easily off the stool, effortlessly holding me in the air for the second it took him to slide off his own and plant me on my feet in front of him.  The act rocked desire through me and he saw it in my eyes.  He grinned, running his hands slowly down my waist to stop at my hips and pivot me in the direction of the dance floor.

Glancing once behind me coyly I sashayed toward the floor with my sexiest Cat walk.  I raised my arms to lift my long hair and swung it leisurely about so Chris could get the occasional clear and unobstructed view of the special First Friday little black dress with all the straps along the back.

Bobby, DJ, saw me standing at the entrance of the dance floor.  I had my arms braced on the poles bracketing the entrance.  Chris was pressed behind me with his nose in my hair and his hands on my hips.  I caught Bobby’s eyes and I grinned, a wild smile.  His mouth dropped a little as he took in what he saw.  He moved to his microphone, softened the volume of the song playing even though it wasn’t nearly over and his voice moved over the crowd.

“A special request tonight for a very special lady, folks.  For Cat, oh and Chris, I hate you.”

I laughed out loud and strutted onto the floor.  Bobby played one of my numbers and I danced a seductive version of Flamenco around a grinning Chris.  The crowd didn’t thin as much as give us a little room to do our stuff.  We barely noticed.

I felt intoxicated.  Cat was controlled, leisurely and focused on teaching.   I hadn’t had a chance to truly let loose with all of my own sexuality in fifteen years if you counted the years I was married.  I danced for the pure seduction of touching and taunting Chris.  It didn’t matter the consequences because we knew we’d be sleeping together tonight and would probably never do it again.

When the song ended Chris tried to catch me for a kiss but I skipped away and off the dance floor.  I walked without any of Cat’s leisure.  Sexy struts took me to my stool.  Joe met me there with a resigned frown on his face.  He thought I had chosen Chris over him.  Silly, sexy man, I thought.

I sat on the stool and lay an arm across the bar toward Joe.  My fingers just touched his arm.

“Joe,” I purred at him, my eyes on his forearm.  He just watched me.  “Can Bill handle the bar alone?”

I met his eyes and looked at him with my intent there.  His features changed as he smiled and said, “We’ll see won’t we.”

I felt Chris’s presence warm my back and heard him say from behind me, “Well, I guess my break’s over.”  I reached my other hand out to his arm and drew him closer to me.

“The crowd is pretty light tonight, Joe” I crooned persuasively.  “Can’t Julio take the door for the rest of the evening?”

I watched Joe look at me then lock eyes over my head with Chris.  I heard Chris rumble behind me, “She is used to more than one.”

Joe laughed and said, “I’m not sure two will be enough.”

“It will have to be,” I commented, “Because after you bring me a Kamikaze, Joe, we are leaving.”

Joe moved off to make the drink and I glanced over my shoulder to Chris.

“Do you know my health requirements?”

“Joe, Bill, Bobby and I get tested every week before First Friday for just this opportunity,” he said as he ran his hands down my hair, “man I love your hair.”

Joe came over with three Madori Kamikaze’s and we each took one.

Joe held his up and said, “To Cat.”  Chris echoed, “To Cat.”

I grinned and thought it would be silly to say ‘to me’ so I said, “To Freedom for one night.”

We downed our drinks and headed for the exit.

Chris explained to Julio he would be doing the door for the rest of the evening and Julio looked at me and began cursing his own bad luck.  We laughed.  Just outside the door I stopped and turned around to face the two men with me.

“Do you both know where the Suite is?”

Chris nodded and Joe said, “Cat’s Suite.”

I took off my shoes a little regretful I’d be ruining good hose.  But it was my night tonight, Sarah’s not Cat’s.  I stepped backward slowly away from them, shoes in hand, as I talked.

“Alright gentlemen, here’s the challenge.  Whoever can catch me first gets me first.  And if you catch me before I get to the building, you get a blow job and I do so love blow jobs.”

I’ve been noticing a new trend (okay its new to ME!) in some porn lately.  (yes, I watch porn… get over yourself, who DOESN’T!)

So this new trend I’m talking about… spitting.  Now, I’m open minded and will allow that some people enjoy watching a guy spit on his or her parts to lube then up.  And I’ve seen the occasional spit on their partner thing and even have their partners spit on them back.  But I don’t find it arousing in any way.  Mostly I think.. “Wow, that’s pretty good aim.”  Or I just say, “Ewww!!”

But I have found that sometimes there comes a moment in intimacy where you want or need a little extra lubricant and don’t want to stop to run to the bathroom because you didn’t prepare properly!  In those moments a little extra spit can be a wonderful thing, as a quick fix!

Plus there are the times when a man uses his hand to “finish” his lovely sexual encounter.  Usually so he can dispense with cuming in a condom!  And I’ve found, with some men, that they prefer the extra lube of a little spit in those situations.

Now, if I’m lucky, I’m close enough to participate in this type of external ejaculation.  And one such occasion I tried to supply a little lube, with some spit.  And almost ruined the moment by giggling.

Because apparently, I cannot spit. 

Apparently, I should have been practicing this! (Like a hick!  Or a guy!)  Who knew it would be a skill I would wish I had!  Goodness, did all those girls in the porn movies take a Spitting Class, or something?  You know.. right after they spend 3 hours in the gym keeping their bodies toned and  just before they get their spray on tan.

All I know is me and my boys are going to each take a glass of water and start a practicing!!   Not gonna let those porn girls be better at EVERYTHING!

Besides, maybe a spitting class will cut down on the mess in the bathroom after they brush their teeth!!