Mimosa
By J.M. Hadley
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Mimosa
“Hi,” he said awkwardly as he stood next to the bed, a pair of orange drinks in champagne flutes in his hands. “Happy New Year.”
I pulled the covers around me. A stranger’s bed. At least he was handsome enough. He was wearing a blue tee shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. Me? I wasn’t so sure. A quick peek below the blankets reassured me. I was still in my little black dress. I even still had my hose on. “Hi,” I replied, just as awkwardly, as I sat up a little in the bed. His bed? My head was pounding. Was I hung over—or still drunk?
“Mimosa?” he asked sweetly. “A little hair of the dog?”
“Ohh,” I groaned, very unsure of myself. I didn’t remember much from last night. I certainly didn’t remember how I got in this bed, or even this place. “Thanks,” I said as I accepted his offering, “I think.” I sat up a little further and he sat on the bed next to me.
“I’m…”
“Sam,” I interrupted. “Your name is Sam.” At least I remembered that.
“And yours is Katie.”
I nodded as I took a sip of the Mimosa…
Mimosa
One part champagne or sparkling wine
One part chilled orange or other fruit juice
…and looked him over. He was built like a skater: tall, angular, toned. His face was nice and framed by his longish brown hair. His eyes were deep blue. His smile was white and straight and perfect. He didn’t look hung over at all. He looked fresh and well-rested. I felt like death, warmed.
“Did we? You know…” I didn’t think so—I mean I was still wearing my hose—but a girl’s got to know.
“Oh no.” Sam laughed sweetly. “You were way too drunk. I tried to find your friend so that she could take you home, but I couldn’t find her. She was as drunk as you were, anyway. You wouldn’t have been good on the road.”
“So you brought me to your house?”
“I thought about going through your purse so that I could just take you home, but I didn’t think that would be very gentlemanly. Besides, I was worried about you. You were pretty messed up.”
“I don’t drink much.”
“I can tell. You barfed on my sidewalk.”
I hid my face with my hand. I was in a strange man’s bed, still drunk from partying the night before, and now he was telling me that I threw up on his sidewalk? Was it possible to die from embarrassment? At least I didn’t fuck him, but I also had the feeling that was only because he was a gentleman, not because I wasn’t a slut.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Not a big deal. I just hosed it off into the grass.”
I put the half-gone Mimosa on the nightstand, my stomach a little unhappy with me. Another drink hadn’t been a good idea in the first place, and the mental image of my vomit being hosed off of the sidewalk—well, I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, trying, successfully for now, to fend away the nausea. I needed some breakfast, but I couldn’t really ask Sam for breakfast, could I. I wanted to go home. I just wanted to go home and forget that I got so drunk that I woke up in a stranger’s bed after vomiting on his sidewalk. Jesus, Katie, what the fuck were you thinking? I was a little pissed at Melissa for letting me get so carried away, but then again, I knew Melissa was probably having the same kind of morning, except that she did fuck the guy. She was notoriously promiscuous.
“Sam?”
“Mmm hmm?” He’d been sipping his drink.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Would you mind taking me home? I think I’m still too drunk to drive. I hate to impose. I could call a cab, I guess.”
“No, Katie, I’ll take you home. No problem. On one condition.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Have breakfast with me. I made breakfast for us, but I wasn’t sure you would want it so I didn’t bring it with me when I came in.”
“You were gonna make me breakfast in bed? You’re sure we didn’t sleep together?”
“I slept on the couch.”
“Why are you being so nice to me if we didn’t sleep together?” Maybe Sam was boyfriend material. He was sweet and cute and a gentleman and sweet, cute gentlemen don’t come along that often. I decided I’d give him a try if he was interested.
“Well, because, Katie,” he smiled agreeably, showing off his perfect teeth, as he raised his glass in my direction, “there’s always tomorrow.”
I smiled back at him, though I was certain that I looked a mess. He was interested. Let the flirting begin. But first…
“Sam?”
“Yes, Katie?”
“Which way to your bathroom?”
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I was in Sam’s bedroom again, well okay his bathroom, but this time I was nervous. He was in the bedroom, probably on the bed, waiting for me. There was always something about the first time you sleep with someone that was exciting and stimulating, but I was always nervous, too. I liked him. He’d taken me to a nice restaurant for dinner and just to show him I wasn’t a total lush I hadn’t had anything to drink but a single glass of red wine. Now I kinda wished I’d had more. He’d been awesome. He was exactly what I wanted in a man. He was thoughtful (even bought me a single red rose when he picked me up), handsome, athletic and kind, and well, I could go on. I’d worn a rather conservative outfit—sort of business casual. A slim skirt and white shirt with a sweater and pearls. My hair was in a neat ponytail. He wore slacks and a jacket over a polo shirt.
I sat in his bathroom wondering what kind of entrance should I make? I wanted to sleep with him, and I wanted him to know I wanted to, but how do you do that without seeming like a total slut? I was wearing a sexy matching thong and bra set—you know, just in case. Should I just wear that? Should I just take it all off? Or should I leave all my clothes on and give him a little striptease. There wasn’t any doubt that I was gonna be naked in just a few minutes. I liked him. He liked me. We would fuck and I would probably end up spending the night again. Except this time I would sleep in his arms.
I decided to wear the panties and bra. I was horny and besides, I have a nice enough body. And how could I be any more embarrassed than the first night I’d spent here. I left my heels on. Everybody looks better in heels.
I slowly opened the door and saw him lying on the bed, fully dressed, except for his jacket and his shoes. Ever the gentleman, he hadn’t assumed. A low whistle escaped his lips as I sauntered over to the bed.
“You look amazing.”
I smiled and nervously bit my lip. “Thanks.”
I lay next to him on the bed and went to kick my shoes off, but he stopped me.
“No.” His hand was on my hip. “Leave them on.” He looked me in the eye and pulled me a little closer to him. I shifted my weight, accommodating him. “They’re sexy.”
I’d never had sex with my shoes on before, but what the hell. They were sexy shoes. “Okay.” I rubbed my hand along his chest while he explored my back and my waist. Neither of us seemed in a hurry. He kissed me gently and I opened my mouth, beckoning him to enter me with his tongue. He kissed me a little harder, his tongue circling mine, simultaneously pulling me to him, rolling me on my back. His hand brushed the skin of my waist and my belly as it headed for my breasts. I held his neck, enjoying the sensations of a man over me. His kiss was sweet, his hands, gentle. I lifted my ass and shifted a little closer to him. The four inch heels on my feet made it a little more difficult and I again went to kick them off. He stopped kissing me.
“Katie?”
“Uh huh?”
“Leave the shoes on. I said I liked them.”
I was a little put out. Who the fuck was he? He’s not the boss of me. But I relented. He was kissing my neck, and I love it when guys kiss my neck. I melted back into him. He pushed the strap of my bra down over my shoulder and kissed down onto the upper part of my breast and my shoulder. Other than the shoes thing, he was a tender lover and I was enjoying myself, so I just went with it. He pulled down the other strap and I sat up a little. With a flick of his fingers my bra was undone.
“You’ve done that before,” I stated as he pulled my bra over my arms.
“A few times.”
He resumed kissing me, paying special attention to my nipples which now stood expectantly, waiting for his lips. He kissed and sucked them as his hand trailed down my flat belly and I spread my legs a little. He stopped with his warm hand over my lace covered pussy. I was obviously soaking wet.
“It likes me.”
“Mmm hmm.” I lifted up just a little, willing him to rub me, to touch me. He gently bit my nipple and I groaned, raising myself up further. He still just held his hand over me. He moved up to my face and kissed me again.
“This is hardly fair. You’re practically naked and, well, I’m not. What’ll it be Katie? Shall I take my clothes off, or should you put yours back on?”
“Umm, well, why don’t you take yours off.” I was getting hornier by the minute. “Want me to help?”
He stood by the side of the bed and pulled his shirt off. I stood next to him and undid his belt. I felt his cock through his pants and was intrigued. It seemed big enough. I struggled for a moment with the button on his slacks, but eventually won out. I was nervous with anticipation as I pulled down the zipper. What would his cock be like?
I wasn’t disappointed. I could see his cock straining within his boxer-briefs, only inches from my face, as I knelt down to help him step out of his pants. I felt it through his underwear, my heart pounding. I looked up at him as I grabbed the waistband of his underwear, releasing him. His stiff cock sprang free. I held it with both hands as his underwear fell to the floor.
“It likes me,” I said.
“Mmm hmm,” he replied. I gently stroked him, then kissed the head of his cock. “My God,” he groaned. “You are a beautiful woman, Katie.”
I smiled up at him, then took him in my mouth, still holding him with both hands. He held my head by my ponytail as I sucked him, moaning my pleasure against his hard shaft. This is my little secret. I love giving head. I’m a little naughty that way. He smelled like a man— virile, musky, earthy—and I loved it. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to cum just from sucking him. I stroked him as I sucked him and he held me there, slightly thrusting, breathing harder, watching. I felt him lift me slightly by my ponytail, and I stood to join him. He kissed me, then knelt to the floor in front of me. I spread my legs as he pulled off my panties, now dressed only in my heels. He kissed my shaved mound, then held my bare ass with both hands as he buried his lips and tongue in my pussy.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, caught by surprise. I hadn’t expected that! I was now holding his head as he sucked me and fucked me with his tongue. It didn’t take me long to cum. The goosebumps gave me away.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. He stood and gently pushed me backward until I fell on the bed, my legs around him, his cock rubbing against my wet pussy. He leaned over to the nightstand, from which he removed a condom. He rolled it over his substantial penis, and then pushed the head of it against my sopping cunt. He looked at me as if to ask if it was okay, and then pushed it in me. I scooted forward so that my ass was almost hanging off the bed as he stood on the floor and humped his hard cock into me. It was perfect. It was as if we were made for one another. Another orgasm began almost right away as he rubbed my clit with his thumb as he fucked me, not hard or wild, just firm and steady, his thumb never leaving my clit.
After a while, he pushed my legs up over my body, and he climbed on to the bed. He repositioned himself at the entrance of my pussy and began fucking me in earnest, hard and fast, the wet sounds of penetration almost louder than my cries.
“Turn over,” he commanded after a few minutes and I willingly complied, raising myself on my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and grabbed my hips with both hands. I fucked myself back against him as I raced for another orgasm, anxious for him to cum as well. I could hear him grunting with each vigorous thrust, each plunge nearly pushing my head into the headboard. My orgasm was nearly continuous as he finally pushed hard into me, pulling my hips back into him. I could feel the spasms of his orgasm, if not the splash of his cum. He held me tightly for a minute or so, our orgasms winding down, then released me. We each fell onto the bed, rolling onto our backs.
I snuggled into him and he put his arm under my neck, pulling me into him.
“You were worth waiting for,” he said with a satisfied smile.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember when I brought you the mimosa?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, all night New Year’s Eve you were practically begging me to fuck you, but I couldn’t just take advantage of you. I’m glad you still liked me when you were sober.”
“I did that?” He shrugged. “Jeez. I must have been drunker than I thought.” He laughed adorably. I liked this man. Even though we’d only had one date, I could see myself with him. There didn’t appear to be anything wrong with him that I could find.
“Tell me Sam. How is it that I guy like you, a guy who knows how to treat a lady—in and out of bed—how is a guy like you not spoken for?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I asked you first.”
“Well, I was engaged not too long ago. She dumped me. Ran off with some lawyer guy.”
“Why?” I couldn’t imagine. I held him a little closer. Somehow, he seemed even better now. He’d been engaged, but now he would be mine. Her loss.
“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he answered.
“Oh, come on, Sam.” I hugged him closer still. “I threw up on your sidewalk and you still like me.”
“Seriously, Katie, it’s our first date.”
“Stop whining and tell me.” I punched him in the shoulder.
“She said I was a pervert.”
I sat up in the bed. “What?” We had just finished having sex, and there was nothing perverted about him, well, except for the shoes (I was still wearing them), but that wasn’t too weird. “A pervert?” I gathered the covers around me. “You like little boys or something?”
“Fuck no.” He paused. “I just like…well…you know, different things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, like high heels. And stockings. And…”
“I can do those things.” I had always been a little kinky, but to admit that to him on our first date surprised me. It must have been the orgasms.
“And bondage. And anal. And some other stuff.”
“So you want to tie me up and fuck me in the ass while I wear stockings and high heels?” It turned me on to talk dirty to a man I’d only been on one date with.
“Maybe.” He sounded reticent, like a little kid who hadn’t told the whole truth.
“’Cause,” I paused, not believing what I was saying, shocked with myself, even as the words came out of my mouth, “you could do that with me.”
“Really?”
“Sure, I guess. You’re not like gonna hurt me or anything are you?”
“No.” He was still tentative. He kissed me and I kissed him back.
“What?” I asked. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”
“Uh huh. But I’m not gonna tell you all of my fantasies tonight. Where is the fun in that?”
“C’mon.”
He pushed me back on the bed, forcing my legs open, with him in between them. He rubbed two fingers on either side of my clit. I gasped as he brought my pussy back to life. He wanted to fuck me again. His mouth replaced his fingers on my clit, but I felt his fingers enter me. I put my legs over his shoulders and held his tongue on my clit with my hands on his head. I was already on the verge of cumming again.
“Will you be my dirty girl?” he stopped to ask.
“Not if you stop.” I pushed his tongue back onto my clit. He seemed pretty vanilla, I thought, as another orgasm overtook me. I could experiment a little with him. I wouldn’t mind if he tied me up, and it’s not like it would be the first time I’d been fucked in the ass.
How kinky could he be, I asked myself. He can’t be that weird. Could he?
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