Waiting for the Wine

Tassie was reading the paper. “Listen to this honey. ‘In earlier studies, like Dr. Auwerx’s of mice on treadmills, the animals were fed such large amounts of resveratrol that to gain equivalent dosages people would have to drink more than 100 bottles of red wine a day. The Wisconsin scientists used a dose on mice equivalent to just 35 bottles a day.’”

“Whew,” Jeff said, after a sip of his orange juice. “Lucky mice.”

The article gave Tassie an idea. Jeff’s birthday was coming up. She logged in to wine.com and ordered him a selection of six bottles. Tassie would have ordered a bottle for each year of Jeff’s life if only their bank account had been a few thousand dollars richer, but with their mortgage payments and the health insurance and Jeff’s job being so shaky ... If only Jeff were twenty years younger. Tassie giggled: But then he’d be way too young to drink the wine. She tried to imagine him as a six year old. The best she could do was picture him at sixteen. He was awfully cute then. Still was. My darling boy, she thought as she typed in her credit card number.

As luck would have it, the UPS delivery was scheduled for Jeff’s birthday. But UPS wouldn’t pin down the exact delivery time, and someone twenty-one or older had to be home to sign for the parcel. Jeff’s company gave its employees their birthdays off, but Tassie wanted to be there for the surprise. “I’m taking the day off, too,” Tassie told him. “I don’t want you to be alone on your birthday. We can celebrate.”

“Hey,” Jeff said brightly. “We can go downtown, visit the museum. There’s this photography exhibit I’ve been wanting to see.”

“Or we can hang out here,” Tassie said.

“That doesn’t sound...” Jeff’s eyes dimmed.

“We can do some stuff. We can fool around.”

“Fool around?” Jeff frowned.

“We could pretend we’re teenagers just falling in love.” She gave Jeff a shy but flirty smile.

“Mm,” Jeff said, “teenagers,” and he leaned over to kiss Tassie.

But she pulled away. “Be good,” she said.

“But I love you.”

“You’re sweet. But I’m sweet sixteen and never been kissed.”

“Tassie, you know how much I love you.”

“Okay, maybe just a little one.”

Jeff touched his lips to Tassie’s.

“That was nice,” Tassie said. “You’re a nice boy.”

“Can I have another one?”

“Maybe one more.”

This time the kiss lasted longer. Jeff’s tongue touched Tassie’s. His hand moved to her breast.

“That’s enough,” Tassie said, breaking away. “You’re getting me all hot and bothered.”

“I need you,” Jeff said.

“I know, but you’ve got to be patient. We’ve got years ahead of us. We don’t want to rush. Now be good.”

“But I need you so bad,” Jeff said. He took Tassie’s hand and moved it to his groin.

“So big!” she said. “So big and naughty.” Abruptly she pulled away. “We can’t. My mom might be home any minute now.”

“Fuck your mom,” Jeff said.

“Jeff!”

“I was only kidding. But seriously, I think we need to go upstairs.”

“I like you and all,” Tassie said, “but you’re acting really forward. Really rude. Maybe you should go home.”

“This is my home,” Jeff said. “This is our home. And I want you so much. I can’t remember when I’ve wanted you so much.”

“Because you can’t have me?”

“I can’t?”

“Not until you play fair.”

“But it’s my birthday. I don’t want to play fair. I want to fuck you.”

“You’re acting like a little boy,” Tassie said. “A spoiled little boy.”

Jeff’s shoulders slumped. “Shouldn’t I get a special treat on my birthday?”

“I suppose. What sort of treat did you have in mind?”

“A birthday blowjob?”

Tassie frowned. She looked out at the street. No sign of the UPS truck. Just a couple of kids on tricycles pedaling up and down the sidewalk across the way. “Maybe a quick one,” she said.

“Goodie,” Jeff said.

Tassie drew the curtains. “Don’t come in my mouth, okay?”

“But you always said you like me coming in your mouth, even if you never swallow it.”

“I know, honey, but not today, okay?”

She knelt on the carpet and unbuckled Jeff’s belt.

“Where do you want me to come?” Jeff asked. “You don’t want me to mess up your blouse, do you? Or your hair?”

“Maybe you could not come at all?” Tassie said, fishing him out. “Maybe you could just enjoy it without coming?” Her tongue touched the little slit. She licked the seepage. When she pulled away, a silver strand followed her lips. “You promise?” Tassie said, looking up at Jeff. “Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“But you know how much I like coming in your mouth,” Jeff said. “And it’s my birthday. You’re teasing me, right?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” Tassie said.

“We should,” Jeff said. “I’m sorry. I won’t come in your mouth. I promise.”

“Oh, honey,” Jeff gasped, when Tassie’s mouth closed over the head of his cock. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Mmm,” Tassie hummed. She used her hands. She used her tongue. She worked a hand under his balls and wiggled a finger into his asshole. It took Jeff less than six minutes to break his promise. His cock was pumping the final spurts of cream into Tassie’s mouth when the doorbell rang.

Her mouth full, Tassie signed for the package. Holding the heavy carton, she said, “Happy birthday, honey.”

Jeff had managed to tuck himself in while staying out of sight. With his forefinger, he wiped a spot of ejaculate from the corner of Tassie’s lips. “What did you do with the rest of it?” he asked, his eyes grinning.

“Swallowed it,” Tassie said with a shy smile. “It was good. But now we need to open up one of these babies so I have something to wash it down. And then we’re going to the health club to work off some of the calories. And when we get home, if you’re good, I might let you carry me up to my little girl bed and take my teenage cherry.” She handed the box of wine bottles to Jeff.

“Sounds good to me,” Jeff said. “This is my best birthday ever!”

The Midnight Special

Monday morning Tassie sent Jeff an email link to a New York Times article about an older couple who had made a pact to have sex at least once a day every day for a year.

“Sounds good to me,” Jeff emailed back. “How about we start tonight?”

“Us?” Tassie replied. “Maybe in your dreams!”

“Pretty please,” Jeff emailed. “I’ve already marked my calendar.”

“I don’t know about every day,” Tassie said. “Sometimes you’re so intense. I guess we’ll see how it goes.”

At the outset it went very well. Jeff led Tassie upstairs after a late, light dinner of broiled whitefish, baby spinach salad, and a couple of glasses of Mosel wine.

“Did you really put this on your calendar?” Tassie asked as she pulled back the covers.

“Yup,” Jeff said, shucking off his underwear. “A big red dot with my magic marker.”

Tassie opened her arms to him. “Sometimes you get so silly.”

They kissed and nuzzled. Jeff toyed with Tassie’s charms. “Sometimes you get so wet. Appointment sex seems to excite you.”

“Mmm,” Tassie agreed. “I think it’s time for you to pencil me in. I think it’s time for me to take some of your special dic-tation.”