Just Ten Things Pt. 02

"Thank you, but I didn't mean to embarrass you there. That just popped out, almost reflexively."

"It was good, Larry. It made me think. Honestly, I was determined to do whatever the challenge asked, and when I had to go to Gordon's and let you do what you did, I just gritted my teeth and did it. I didn't care who you were or what you were; I just wanted to get it over with."

"Don't blame you for that. Bonnie gave me a preview of what was happening and told me that I'd enjoy it, but in a guilty manner. She was right, of course, but I didn't really expect someone like you. There was no way I could be crude about it."

"How do you happen to know Bonnie?"

"Now you're going to make me feel guilty."

"Give me something that I can hold over her head."

"She might kill me if I did."

"So, there is something?"

"I didn't say that."

"Okay, then, just tell me how you two met, and I may probe a little after that."

"When you hear that, you'll kind of know." He chuckled. "She probably deserves it. Anyway, when we were both in college together, we didn't know each other. To fill my schedule, I took a photography course."

Laughing, I said, " You never expected to use that knowledge this way, did you?"

"I've really never used it for much of anything. But it did allow me to meet Bonnie. It was before her modeling career, at least her formal career. Like lots of students, she was short of money."

"I'm beginning to see a picture forming here."

"Yep. She posed for our class draped in some white gauzy material. I fell for her right then and there. For the last five minutes of the class, the instructor talked her into baring one breast."

"So she has some exposing experience." I was learning some interesting things about my co-worker.

"I waited after class and met her. She wouldn't even look at me. I was persistent, though, and we had some dates. But there was no spark. We were great friends and still are, but nothing more. Oh, we're here."

He pulled into the driveway and parked, then ran around the car to open my door.

"The last act of our date," he said, smiling at me very warmly.

Of course, that just reminded me of what would be following the date.

Once inside, I was anxious to get the last video completed, and then Larry could be on his way. Everything else had seemed simple and natural, but I was feeling awkward and self-conscious about... about him seeing my pussy again, particularly from the back. I sucked it up and turned toward him.

"You ready?"

"If you are. I'm sure you'll be happy to get this challenge thing wrapped up and behind you."

Behind? That's what I had just been thinking. I went to the bag and picked out the dildo.

"Do you have tape, or do you want to skip that?"

I was probably picking at nits to delay the inevitable. "I have tape if you can remember how it looked."

"No problem. I'm sure I remember."

I handed him the tape and the dildo and turned my back to him. A nervous smile as I remembered that I had no underwear, but that simple thought bolstered my courage. I decided that if I was going to do this, I might as well enjoy it, however, that might happen.

I unfastened my shorts and let them fall to the floor, wondering what was going through Larry's mind. He'd already let me know that he thought I was gorgeous, and now I was standing in front of him in a nearly see-through shirt and with my ass bare.

I stepped out of the shorts, moved my feet apart, and bent over slightly, resting my hands on the arm of a chair. I was ready to be photographed.

"Do you want me to...?" he asked hesitantly.

"Sure, go ahead." I hoped to sound like I did this sort of thing every day.

I felt his fingers spreading me very gently, a new experience, but after the mind-numbing orgasm and the rest of the evening, including the date, I was still plenty wet and ready. Then, the dildo was entering me, and I wondered when he would stop and apply the tape. It was quickly apparent that it would be a full insertion, but I wasn't about to complain. Still no tape, though.

As it slid back out, I marveled at how good it felt, and when it plunged fully in again, I moaned and offered a weak, "Larry?"

Sensing it heading home for the third time, I was so wired from everything that had happened that evening that I was off in another world, all by myself, and experiencing a pleasure I hadn't enjoyed for a long time. I was being filled and emptied, slowly at first, but now a little faster. I thought of asking him to find the vibrator.

I didn't need to, though, for as though he was reading my mind, his finger began its work on my very sensitive nub. Shamelessly, my moaning was getting louder and louder, but In my erotic fog, all I was interested in was orgasming once again, and it was going to happen unless he totally stopped. I even wondered if he could substitute something even nicer for the dildo.

He didn't stop, and just as on the bench at the library, the spasms began, my body totally overwhelmed by the tensing of every muscle, the firing of every nerve, and the thrashing of my hips, which I didn't seem to be able to control. Suddenly, I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Larry," I groaned. "Enough."

His finger stopped, but the dildo was bottomed out inside me. My eyes were closed, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to open them and look at him. I could feel my legs trembling.

"Can you hold that? I'll put the tape on and take a quick video."

"Okay." I was breathing so hard I could barely speak.

I felt the tape stick to my butt and, seconds later, be pulled away. Then, the dildo was gone. His head bumped my butt as he stooped and carefully lifted each foot into the legs of the shorts. He pulled them up and fastened them. I was still leaning on the arm of the chair, afraid to move.

Larry took hold of my arms, gently turned me around, and settled me into the chair.

"Open your eyes and look at me," he said, about the worst thing he could have said. But I had to do it.

"Oh, God, I don't know what to say."

"Okay, I'll say it for you. You loved that one even more than the one on the library bench, and I did, too. Thank you."

I couldn't deny it. "I did, and it was a surprise. And I know my face is bright red. I can feel it."

"You know," he began thoughtfully, "there's no sound as beautiful as that of a woman coming."

"Ohhh," I groaned, looking away again.

"It's true, at least for me, it is. And I experienced it twice today, thanks to the gorgeous woman right here with me.

I couldn't believe he was thanking me for my having two orgasms in front of him. It was special circumstances, at least the first one was. The second was, well, special, too, I guess.

"So, you have all of the videos?"

"Right here on my trusty iPhone 15. Do you want me to send them right to your email?"

I was relieved to be talking about something other than my orgasms, even though I was still weak and trembling from aftershocks and the euphoria they brought me. I gave him my email, and he began sending them.

"Listen, somewhere along the line, I think a second date was mentioned. I'd love for that to happen."

We'd just finished a first date with two orgasms and no sex. Well, at least with no carnal knowledge taking place. It hadn't been a normal boy asks girl first date due to the challenge. Despite the odds being against it, I'd had a good time even without considering the dual orgasms.

"Larry, I'm not sure how to answer that." I felt sorry for him and for myself.

"Listen, if it's too weird for you, I totally understand. We'll just drop it."

"Damn it, Larry, why do you have to be so nice. I feel like an ungrateful pile of shit."

"Not to pick at nits, but what is a grateful pile of shit?" Larry asked with a straight face.

I stared at him for a short moment, then burst out laughing. He was impossible.

"It's against everything normal, logical, and what my mother would suggest, but yes, a second date could turn out to be very interesting."

"Whew," he said, exhaling. "When you walked into Gordon's that first time, I fell in love with you, so to speak. When you walked out, I was certain I'd never see you again. Life has a way of fooling us sometimes."

That was very true, and I felt that I was thankful for it.

"And by the way, I love that shirt."

"Don't spoil it, Larry," I teased.

"I'll shut up. Give me a hug and your cell number, and I'll get out of here. And remember, what happens in Sandy's house stays in Sandy's house."

I decided that all the help he'd given me was worth more than a hug. The kiss we shared was warm and comforting, and I was immediately anxious for the next one.

Now, I had two things to look forward to: sharing photos and videos with the ladies and a second date with Larry.

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Chapter three is in the works and should be ready before too long. Amber will be facing her challenge.