| From the moment he'd arrived, she'd strived to keep her cool. He was a fool. It was just before five, and he was still in the pool. They had dinner plans at seven with the Levins, and at eight, a date with Kate. They'd be late! She called out to him: "Jay!...We gotta get a move on! We haven't got all day!..." "...Anymore!." she added silently. She padded silently into the den, when she heard Jay say, "Lola!...Lola!... pour me a cola!" "Pour your own damned drink, you dink!", she thought. She went back to the kitchen and looked out at him. He was climbing out of the pool. The dude was nude. She eyed his pride as he dried, and imagined a ride. She tried to stop the images. As he neared, she took off her coat, cleared her throat, thought of his tool. Drool. "There's time," she thought. "There is time", she thought. She needed to please him, to squeeze him, to on-her-knees him. She needed to guide him inside her, to lick him and glide him and stick him inside her, to slide her warmth around him, surround him and feel him feel her feeling him feeling her. She eyed him. "There is time. There's plenty of time. There's so much time, there's time to rhyme." He came in throught the kitchen door. His rod began to stiffen more when he saw her kneeling on the floor. She smiled and reached her hands up to his hips, and pulled him closer to her lips, then paused and looked up into his eyes, and whispered to him: "We don't have much time. When you come, we can go. I feel like such a naughty hoe, and I sound like Edgar Allen Poe." "More like Dr. Seusse, you goose," said Jay. And before she'd had a chance to say another thing, they'd done the other thing and were on their way to dinner with the Levins and their date with Kate at eight. |