Bittersweet Attractions

Chapter 13

Bernice kicked the front door open and half fell into the living room. She was carrying two boxes stacked one on top of the other. Janet peeked from the kitchen but did not attempt to help.
  “Janet come and help me with these boxes,” Bernice shouted and Janet rolled her eyes. Helping was the last thing on her mind. She dragged her feet to the living room nevertheless.
  “Give me the lighter one,” she demanded.
They carried the boxes to Bernice’s room.
  “Rose petals. What did you buy rose petals for?”
  “Since you will not be around for the weekend, I thought of spending some intimate time with Brian. I feel like the reason he has been so withdrawn is because I haven’t satisfied his desires,” Bernice confided.
  “What? His desires?” Janet’s eyes were wide. Did she even want to hear more?
  “I know right?” Bernice gushed, “it’s surprising that we haven’t made love since we met. I just did not want to give myself all at once. Didn’t want to come off as easy, you know” she winked, “I just did not expect him to hold out this long.”
Janet almost collapsed from relief. She had never thought to ask but it was good to know that her mother had never had sex with Brian. And the relief was quickly drowned by guilt. Bernice was planning a romantic weekend with Brian and Janet knew Brian would not be around because he would be with her during that weekend. Telling Bernice, the truth then was the kind thing to do but for some reason Janet’s tongue felt heavy to say a word. Dismissing her guilt felt much easier and without a word, Janet turned and walked out of the room.
A red dress was laid on the bed with a rose and a note next to it. The note read, put this on and meet me at the lakeshore.
The sides of her lips curved up in a dreamy smile.
  The dress left her back completely bare, only starting just below the dip of her waist and had a low cut neckline exposing her perfect cleavage. It clung to her figure and ran down to her feet with a slit that ran midway up her thigh. The sight of her walking down to where he stood knocked the breath out of him. She looked like a goddess with legs that seemed to go on forever and the red lipstick made her pouty lips stand out. He could think of plenty things that those lips could do. He wanted to take her there and then. She was holding the rose between two fingers and then her lips parted into a smile. He slid his hands in hers making the rose fall from her hands its petals scattering at her feet. With his face buried in her nose, he muffled, “you are stunning.”
He was stunning. He was wearing navy blue official trousers with a white official shirt that hugged every one of his tight muscles. He wore no tie and the shirtsleeves were neatly folded up to almost his elbows. The relaxed official look was so sexy on him. Fresh after-shave filled her nose and her brain turned to mash when he started nibbling at her ear.
  “I love you,” he whispered.
  “I love you,” she whispered back.
His hand came up to rest at the small of her back and he moved to stand beside her making her notice the boat docked in front of them. It was a white cabin cruiser. She smiled, “a boat date?”
  “I feel like I have to really impress,” he said jokingly.
She gave a little laugh, “was impressed the first day I saw you. Now you are just spoiling me,” she took his hand and started walking to the boat, “let’s get into this thing, I can’t wait.”
He climbed on deck first and then took her hand to help her up. There was a candlelit dinner for two set on deck. This man was amazing and he was hers. A tall slim man dressed in a white sailor’s suit that complemented his dark skin came towards them from the top deck.
  “This is James, our sailor,” Brian introduced the man to Janet. James was standing with both his hands held behind him; he brought out his right hand and held out for Janet.  Janet smiled and shook his hand.
  “James, this is Janet, my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. Janet’s heart made a million little flips from hearing that word come from Brian’s mouth. She was his girlfriend.
  “Nice meeting you,” came James husky voice.
  “Nice meeting you too,” she said with a slight nod.
  “I will leave you to it then. Enjoy your dinner,” James said and turned to walk away.
Brian pulled a chair out for Janet to sit and then went around the table and sat opposite her. Under the table, Janet extended her leg to settle between Brian’s. The slit gave way and her whole leg was left bare. A small smile crept onto Brian’s face. She was such a tease.
  “You don’t want to get through dinner?”
She knew what he was insinuating, “of course I do,” holding her chin up with her index she asked with a daring smile, “can you get through dinner?”
  “Only if you want me to.”
Her eyes dropped to the table smiling at herself.
  “Pour me a drink and then we’ll see.”
He poured champagne in both their glasses and held his up, “let’s toast to us getting through dinner.”
She laughed raising her glass up too and they toasted.
  The food was great but Janet did not have a lot of it. She was busy staring at Brian throughout dinner, her thoughts turning over from how much she loved him, how much Bernice might love him, how unfair it was of her not to tell them both the truth just because she was scared. Honestly, she was scared to lose them both. Yes, she hated Bernice, but she did not want to lose her. He had looked up twice with worrying eyes and she had smiled to assure him she was fine, everything was fine.
  They were now laying on an outdoor chaise lounge listening to the gentle sound of the water ripples on the sides of the boat. Janet’s naked thigh brushed against his. She took his hand and slowly guided it up her thigh.
  “Take me right here under the stars. Right now.”
He was not going to let her ask again. And was pleased to find she was bare under that dress. Leaning in, his lips captured her welcoming lips. His hand moved further up her leg and settled on her woman hood. He rubbed slowly and slipped a finger inside her arousing a small moan from her. A second finger slipped in making her arch her back as he moved his fingers in and out of her. He came over her trapping her legs between his. She started unbuttoning his shirt. Yes, he looked very sexy in that shirt but he was having too many clothes on for her needs right now. She threw the shirt to the side and started unbuckling his belt.
  “Someone’s in a rush tonight,” he said against her lips in an uncomplaining voice.
  “I miss you,” she breathed, “I miss making love to you.”
Pushing the small fabric that covered her nipples aside, he captured one nipple between his teeth and bit gently then started flicking his tongue against it making her pull in multiple deep breaths. The other nipple perked up begging for his attention. He moved on to the other nipple sucking it into his mouth while he gently rubbed the other between his index finger and thumb. The pleasure spread throughout her body and settled at one silky hot central point making her shiver. His mouth moved up leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbones to her neck and then recapturing her pouty lips. She pushed up and got on top of him their lips never parting. Her hand reached between them and guided him inside her, taking his whole length in slowly. A small frown of torturing pleasure formed on his face, as he was slowly welcomed to wet warm glory. His fingers dug into her buttocks as she moved on top of him with little moans. She looked like a goddess from his position, her breasts bouncing up and down; he reached out to touch them. With one hand behind her, she gently massaged his balls amplifying the pleasure. She knew exactly what to do to pleasure each cell in his body. Then he let out a groan reaching the peak of pleasure.
  “Oh, Janet,” he said breathlessly and gathered her in his arms when she came dropping on him. Her back was completely moist with sweat and she breathed heavily on top of him. She could hear his heart beat rapidly through the heavy breathing.
  “You were great,” she whispered her eyes closed.
  “You did all the work.”
  “You were still great.”
She fell into peaceful sleep in his arms and he carried her to a cabin on the lower deck.
At the first morning light, Janet’s eyes opened to Brian’s head rested on her chest and his arms draped around her. Her heart almost burst with love for him. Her eyes swept through the cozy cabin taking every corner in without her moving to avoid waking him. The dress she wore last night was on a chair in the far corner of the cabin closest to the door. She had slept with it still on.
  “Up so early,” Brian’s voice came.
  “Slept early too. Must have been the champagne.”
He moved up and buried his face in her neck, “Slept well?”
  “Like a baby,” she said.
With his finger, he traced, “I love you” on her belly and she whispered lazily, “I love you too. And thank you.”
  “For what?” his head came up to look in her eyes.
  “For loving me and making me feel so special.”
He smiled, “you are special,” he said and kissed her.
She wished she could talk to him about everything. For now, she just hugged him and asked him to hold her tight, which he did.

  She came into the galley wearing his T-shirt that came up to her thighs. She had folded its too-long sleeves and was bare feet she looked so sexy.
  “What are you making?” she asked leaning on the door.
  “Pan cakes and eggs.”
She moved closer and stood next to him.
  “Looks delicious.”
With little effort, he swooped her off the floor and placed her on the counter, “do you know what else looks delicious? You,” he said and kissed her. He had her right there on the kitchen counter.