Story by Uther Pendragon
Illustrations by Mat Twassel

“If you give a guy head too early in your relationship,” Lawrence had said, “you become ‘the girl who gives him head’ in his mind or – worse – to his friends. If he’s already thinking about marriage, it becomes, ‘Maybe I could get another.’” Well, Dave had taken me to the symphony on a double date with ‘Phil from HR’ and his wife, Alice.

If Dave wasn’t planning a proposal, he clearly thought, “Heather / Dave = Alice / Phil,” and the second was a marriage. I wasn’t certain I wanted to marry Dave; I was maybe halfway through my checklist. I was very certain that I wanted him to want to marry me. I decided; tonight, we would grow closer.

After dinner, Dave invited me up “for nightcap.” When he’d hung my jacket in the closet, I remained standing and gave him a kiss. I asked to use the facilities.

“Go right ahead,” he said. “Scotch and soda?”

“Please. Heavy on the soda and the ice.”

I took my purse into the bathroom. I took off blouse and bra and put the bra in my handbag. The panties followed. After pissing, I got my blouse into the skirt waist and two strategic buttons buttoned. The blouse, although silk, wasn’t really sheer. The skirt was as full as fit into ‘business formal.’ I was wearing nylons and a garter belt.

Back in the living room, Dave had his jacket and tie off. He was scrunched over into the right side of the love seat with my drink sitting on the left end table. He rose, but his eyes were on my nipples poking at the blouse. We had a kiss before we sat, and I took a sip of my drink.

He had his hands on my face for the start of the kiss. Then one hand went behind my back in a kind of hug. The other stroked down my front. The buttons were soon undone and the blouse pulled open. His kiss left my lips to trail down throat, shoulder, and breast to the nipple. When the left nipple got tender, I guided his head over to the other breast. He moved willingly, and he cupped the wet breast in his hand. I pulled the skirt up above my knee.

I took his hand in both of mine. I brought it to my mouth, kissed each finger and, then, the palm. I brought the hand down to my knee. Dave is not a stupid guy; he squeezed the knee and began stroking slowly up my thigh. Meanwhile, I unbuttoned his shirt. “Ah,” he said when he reached skin, and “darling” when he reached hair. I spread my legs.

“­­Never say ‘yes’ when you mean ‘no,’ but ‘this, not that’ is better communicated by ‘yes’ on this than by a ‘no’ on that.” I murmured when Dave stroked my labia, was silent while he found my clit, and then hummed when he returned to my labia. He took a good, long time stroking me to readiness while tonguing and sucking my breast. I got his belt and zipper open while occasionally kissing his head. I was more than ready for him when he finally concentrated on my clit. I moaned loudly and raised almost out of the chair when I came. Then I pushed his hand away. My nipple slipped from his lips as he fell back to his side of the seat.