Don't believe I'll show you? I'll take you with me...
Turn you on, tension gone... give you relief... Let me blow your mind..."
("Let me blow your mind", EVE)
He’d been doing this for nearly an hour, almost dialing then hanging back up. He wanted to call her. He’d wanted to call her from the time she’d given him her number and after seeing her again at the club last weekend, he thought he may well go crazy- from curiosity and wanting to see… be with her.
Picturing her in his mind, recalling the way her body had felt sliding against his as they danced, he finally dialed her number almost without realizing it and let it ring until she picked up, startling him.
“Hello?”
Nick almost hung back up on her, but hearing her voice wouldn’t let him.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
“Uh, Brandie? It’s Nick…” he said quietly.
“Ohhh, I’ve been waiting for your call, Nick.” She purred. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Uhh…” He didn’t think he had plans, if he had some, he’d forgotten about them when she said his name.
“Why don’t you come over?” she asked, her tongue running over her lips in anticipation of his answer.
“Uh, yeah… I can, uh, do that..” he replied, partly anxious at what the evening would no doubt bring, but also already wondering what he was getting himself into.
Brandie gave him directions to her house and told him to hurry over, she’d be ready for him. As soon as they hung up, she went to her bedroom, pulling back the dark blue covers on her bed and tossing the pillows aside, wanting to prepare as much as possible before he got there- she didn’t want to waste a second when she finally got ahold of him. Ever since they’d danced together at the club she’d been able to think of being with no one else but him- she’d even turned down three of her ‘usual’ guys in hopes of being able to be with Nick- but he hadn’t called. But he had now, and she had every intention of making sure he kept coming back. She wasn’t sure what it was about him that made her so hot, but she wanted him and she was going to have him and that was all that mattered to her now.
Nick took a deep breath as he turned onto the street Brandie lived on, looking for her house. He was a little surprised at the neighborhood she lived in- apparently there was more money in the nightclub business than he realized. He found her house and pulled into the driveway, trying to calm down, subconsciously trying to talk his body into not being quite so excited just yet, to no avail. Every lustful thought he’d had recently had been about her and it was pointless for him to try to not get so worked up about being able to have her. He walked to the door and rang the bell, looking around as he waited for the door to open.
Brandie giggled, she’d been watching from the kitchen window as he’d pulled in. She went to the door and quickly unlocked it, putting on her sexiest smile.
Nick’s eyes widened at the sight of her, wearing tiny, tight black shorts and a nearly sheer red shirt that left little to his imagination, and her long blonde hair hanging down her back. He swallowed hard and stepped into the house as she beckoned him to come inside.
As soon as the door had closed, Brandie stepped in front of him, her hands sliding over his shoulders and gently bringing his head down for his lips to meet hers in a fiery kiss. Her hands wandered down his back, tugging at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head as she broke the kiss, stepping away from him.
She giggled at the expression on his face and tossed his shirt across the room, onto the couch. “You look surprised.” She said, her hands roaming slowly across his chest.
“I… I just… I’ve never.. uh.. done this… I mean I’ve done this… but not, like… not like this. How does this, uh, booty call thing work?” he stammered, her touch wiring his body to the point he was barely able to think straight.
She smiled, “I call, you come, we fuck, you leave. Or you call, I go, we fuck, I leave.” She kissed his nipples and walked into the kitchen, “You want a drink? I just made a strawberry shake…”
“Uh, sure” Nick practically squeaked. He was wondering if he could really do this- just have no- strings-attached sex and leave it at that. At the moment, he was so turned on, he was willing to try just about anything.
Brandie peeked around the corner at Nick making a quick assessment at how much tequila it would take to get him wasted. She looked him up and down, guessing at his weight and determining 8 or 9 shots would probably have him passed out… she slipped 7 shots worth of Tequila Rose into the blender, let it mix for a second and then poured it into a glass and brought it to him. “Enjoy.”
Nick took the glass and nervously began drinking it, a little too quickly, getting a peculiar feeling brain freeze that was almost like an alcohol buzz, but was glad for it- it was helping him to relax.
She watched as he finished off the shake and set the glass down. “So how do you like it, Nick?”
“It was great, thanks.”
Brandie laughed, “No, not the shake.”
“Huh?”
“How do you like to do it?”
“What?”
“How do you like to fuck?!?”
“Oh..” Nick blushed, getting flustered. “Like, however..”
Brandie moved out of the chair she was perched on and slid onto the couch next to Nick. She began running her fingertip along his jawline and then lightly tracing over his lips. “Oh come on… surely you have to have a favorite position…”
The buzz from the tequila was beginning to creep over Nick and loosen him up. “I like it… doggie style… girl on top…”
Brandie leaned in to nibble on his ear, whispering, “My favorites, too… but we’ll do them my way…”
Nick just nodded, anything she wanted to do was alright by him.
She got up and held her hand out to him, then led him back to her bedroom, past the bed and into the bathroom. She flipped on the lights, and watched as Nick looked around at the marble leading up to Jacuzzi, the counter and mirror around the sink that ran along the entire length of the wall. Brandie hopped up on the counter and pulled Nick to her, kissing him deeply as her hands went to unbutton and unzip his pants then push them down his legs.
Nick stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside, his lips never leaving Brandie’s. His hands began to slide over her body, grasping gently at the sheer material of her shirt. He fumbled with the buttons for a second and became impatient and tugged at the flimsy fabric, ripping the shirt and pulling it off her.
Brandie pushed him away, smiling. “Being aggressive is very sexy”, she said, jumping off the counter and quickly getting out of her shorts, barely hearing Nick’s gasp as she stepped out of them, revealing the barbed wire tattoo that wound all the way around her hips. She knelt in front of Nick, and slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs and very slowly brought them down, her smile transforming into a smirk of lustful delight as she looked at his cock, already very much in need of her attention. She drew her tongue slowly up along the length of his cock from the tip and then stood up again and turned around, facing the mirror, leaning over the counter.
She looked at Nick’s reflection and asked, “What are you waiting for?”
Nick immediately stepped up behind her, guiding his cock into the wetness of her pussy and thrusting straight into her, causing her to moan with satisfaction. His hands went to her hips, grasping her, as he thrust in and out of her with quick, but deep strokes. He groaned as he felt her tighten around him each time he was deep inside her.
Brandie whimpered softly, Nick’s hands trailing up her body to caress her breasts as she watched his reflection in the mirror, the pleasure he was experiencing clearly displayed in his expressions. She began grinding back against him, gently swaying her hips. She gave a little squeal as Nick leaned down over hear, biting at the back of her neck, sending tingles down her spine.
Nick watched in the mirror as Brandie’s hands slipped between her legs and her mouth fell open as she began stroking her clit. It was all becoming to much for him- watching her, knowing she was watching him, and feeling her… he began thrusting faster, more frantically, trying to get as deep inside her as possible.
Brandie took a shaky breath and caught Nick’s gaze in the mirror just as he plunged forcefully into her, the impact and eye contact sending them both reeling into release. Her whole body shuddered as she felt Nick emptying himself into her, his body trembling against hers. She folded her arms on the counter and lay her head down on them, her shallow breathing and still quivering body making her feel dizzy.
Nick stepped back, sliding out of her, and shook his head. “Fuck…”
Brandie raised up and nodded, “Yeah.. what you said.”
She stepped away from the counter and took his hand, leading him back into the living room, and motioning for him to sit down on the recliner.
Nick settled into the recliner, wondering what she had in mind now, but quickly found out as she told him to scoot forward and knelt in front of the recliner, lightly grasping his cock and beginning to slowly slide her hand back and forth.
When she could feel him starting to twitch in her hand, she released his cock, and leaned down, taking him into her mouth. She heard Nick groan as her tongue slipped over the tip and along the sides of his cock, before she began bobbing her head up and down. When she was satisfied he was ready for her again, she climbed onto the recliner, arranging herself and lowering herself onto his cock, pressing her lower body against his, her legs alongside his body as she told him to lean back just a little.
Nick quickly obliged, his hands resting on her thighs, feeling her beginning to move slightly against him, rotating her hips. He watched her back arch as she lay back between his feet on the footrest. His hands skimmed up her body slowly, and stopped to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples.
Brandie knew she’d have more time to play with him this time, but she didn’t want to wait, she wanted to watch him- his face contort and hear him growling, feel him grabbing at her as he came. She raised back up and brought her legs down, resting them over the arms of the chair and put her hands at the top of the chair just above Nick’s head. She bowed her head to kiss him, a long sensuous kiss on the lips, then light dry kisses on his eyelids. She smiled as he sighed, and then changed her rocking motions to thrusting straight up and down onto him.
Nick quickly caught her rhythm, bucking his hips up to meet her downward motions, a low moan escaping his lips each time their bodies crashed together. He couldn’t remember what sex was like before now- he was totally and completely taken with Brandie and everything about her- the way she smiled, moved, felt around him… and her lips on him, or the tremors starting to rush through his body as she nipped at his collarbone and up his neck.
When Brandie felt him cumming, she thrust hard down onto him once more, giving her all she needed to lose herself in the orgasmic contractions of her pussy around his cock. Before she’d even caught her breath she was kissing him again, winding her arms around his neck, making him as breathless as she was. She allowed him to suck on her tongue for a moment before pulling away to look him in the eyes.
Nick gazed back at Brandie, trying to read her expression. He wondered if it she always did this… the same things with all the guys she was with. He hoped not, wanting to think there was something special about what they’d just done, that there was something special about him.
“Are you glad you came over?” she asked, softly, her fingertips brushing over his cheek.
He didn’t feel like he could say anything else, “Yeah, I am.”
“So am I. I knew you’d be good.”
Nick cringed inwardly, he was going to have to keep reminding himself this was just what being a booty-call was all about – just great sex, whenever he wanted it or she wanted it. Could he really have a problem with that?