Chapter 2

Carly woke the next morning still feeling a tingle between her legs from the previous night’s adventure with Frank Childress. Looking into her bathroom mirror, she couldn’t seem to lose the smile on her face. She was still in disbelief at what she had done. Her boldness was far beyond anything she’d ever considered.

Carly wondered if perhaps she was wicked for daring to have sex with someone she had known only a few hours before getting naked and spreading her legs. But those thoughts were pushed aside by her joy at what had happened. In just a couple of hours, she had learned that sex was not only enjoyable but downright fun.

Thinking back on the experience, Carly decided that it didn’t hurt that her night’s companion was well hung. She remembered all of those conversations with girlfriends in college discussing how a man’s size didn’t really matter. Now, after one night with Frank, she understood that there were two critical things. 1 – Size could make a magical difference in how it felt and how it touched a woman’s important parts, and 2 – The man knowing how to use his equipment made all the difference in the world.

Frank was experienced and knew exactly what to do to make her enjoy her journey into sinfulness.

On the one hand, she knew she should feel ashamed of her appalling behavior. But on the other hand, she was simply elated with the entire experience. Before walking into the bar to meet Frank, she had removed her bra, wanting to make certain that he could see her bountiful breasts. Carly had never been so bold in her entire life. She felt like she should be mortified by her wickedness, but knew full well that given the opportunity, she would do it again. Frank’s eyes on her breast and the many glasses of wine gave her the courage to live dangerously.

As Carly studied her naked body in the mirror, she was struck by the fact that she had agreed to entertain Frank in her apartment tonight. She leaned forward, looking at her eyes in the mirror. “What kind of slut are you, Carly?” she said aloud.

Then, pressing her fingers against her hardened nipples, she answered. “I’m the kind of slut that got fucked last night and enjoyed every second of it.”

Yes, she thought. That’s what happened. I was fucked. I was fucked by a man I hardly knew. He fucked me like a wild animal and I enjoyed every second. “Fuck,” she said out loud. “I like the sound of that word.”

Carly stood under the warm water of her shower, letting it stimulate her breasts and run down between her legs. She couldn’t help but run her fingers through her slit and touch her clit. Her excitement grew as she wondered what might happen tonight.

An hour later, she was dressed and ready for work. However, her mind was still busy working on how she would entertain Frank in her apartment. Should she greet him naked at her front door? Perhaps she should be coy and act as if the previous night didn’t happen. Or, maybe she should just let it happen as it had last night. Let nature take its course?

At work that day, Carly had difficulty keeping her mind on the cosmetics business. She had a steady stream of customers and was involved with everyone. But her thoughts were never far away from Frank’s arrival at her door.

In the afternoon, Carly suddenly remembered that she had offered to cook for Frank. Oh, My God! What was she going to cook? The new dilemma allowed her to move her mind away from what Frank might do to what she would feed him. Could she just buy frozen lasagna and heat it up? Would he be expecting something ‘home-made’? And then the thought ... would he care what she fed him if she was naked?

When Carly walked into her apartment at the end of the day, the feeling that she needed to get naked and masturbate was almost overwhelming. Her panties were dripping wet and her nipples were as hard as little stones. She hadn’t been this excited on her wedding night.

While puttering in her kitchen, she received a text message from Frank. “Should I bring a bottle of wine tonight? If so ... red or white?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she responded. “Pick something you like.”

His reply made her blush. “I like you naked.”

After trying to think of a clever response, she said, “See you at 7:00.”

The weather was still warm and Carly decided to wear shorts. That would expose her legs and a lot of skin. She selected a cotton short-sleeved sweater to wear without a bra, letting him know, from first glance, that she was ready for whatever he had in mind.

Looking into the mirror, Carly squeezed her breast and said, “Fuck me, Frank,” and smiled. Once again, she thought about masturbating, but realized she didn’t have time.

Five minutes before Frank was to arrive, Carly put her hand inside her panties. She couldn’t believe how wet she was without even being touched. For the first time in her life, she understood the meaning of the word ‘horny.’

The doorbell rang and Carly had to restrain herself from running to the door. She took a deep breath and opened it.

Frank greeted her with a big smile. He was dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and light gray trousers. She thought he looked especially hot. A quick picture of him standing by the bed naked last night flashed through her head.

“Welcome to my humble home,” she said to Frank, standing back to allow him in. “I decided to not greet you naked as you requested.”

“I can wait,” he replied in a voice that gave her chills.