Chapter 7

Melinda and Phil stepped from the shower and playfully toweled each other dry. Naked and still laughing they walked into the kitchen, where Melinda cooked eggs and bacon for both of them.

"The life of luxury," Phil chuckled. "I feel like a million."

"So do I," Melinda replied. "Last night..."

"This morning," Phil corrected. "It's 2 P.M."

She smiled. "This morning was terrific. You're really quite a man, Philip Howard. I was beginning to believe that there weren't any men left in this world, just boys over the age of twenty-one."

"You've got a way about you that brings out the best in a man," he grinned, leaning over to kiss her. "This morning was something else. I could easily become addicted to you. "

She gazed at him a moment, seeing he was serious. "So could I."

He kissed her again in reply, then rose from the table. "Now, I'd best get dressed and get back to Susan's and Jace's. They're probably home from the city by now and wondering where I am. I didn't realize my gallant rescue last night would lead to..." he paused, searching for the right words.

"A night with a ball freak," Melinda said.

"I wasn't going to put it that way," he said.

"I know. You were going to say something nice... and dishonest," she said. "I'm a ballfreak, Phil. I like to get into bed with a man and fuck. It's that simple. If a man feels that I'm a whore for doing the same thing he likes to do, then that's his problem. I can usually sense the way he feels. If he's got that hang-up, then I won't see him again. I won't let myself be stifled by a double standard that's been plaguing this society since Victorian times."

She paused to let him answer, but he didn't say anything. "Last night was good, Phil. You needed a woman and I needed a man. We had sex and we both enjoyed. It was honest."

He nodded in agreement.

"And to be strictly honest," she continued, "I'd like it to happen again..."

He moved to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her long and passionately. "To hell with Susan and Jace. I don't want to leave right now."

They moved back into the bedroom. Melinda directed him to stretch out on the bed. She then used her mouth on his cock until it stood stiff and erect, like a fleshy- flagpole jutting from his crotch. When she pulled away, she eyed her work for a moment with a pleased smile plying on her lips.

"You taste good," she said, looking up at him. "Now, let me do the work this time. I hope you don't have a hang-up about the woman taking the top position. Because, I intend to fuck you."

The deep red-headed man laughed and shook his head. "No inhibition about plowing the sky."

"Good!" Melinda replied. "Now I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

Straddling his waist, she slowly lowered herself onto the rigid spike of his sex. She sighed as the length of his cock eased up into the waiting mouth of her cunt, then filled her.

Like a hungry cat, she balled him until she and he came together once again. Then she used her mouth to get him up again and fucked him once more. Her bedside clock read 5 P.M. when he finally managed to rise and dress.

"Don't go back to sleep on me," he said when he left. "We've got a date for dinner at seven, then we'll take in a movie or something."

"I'd rather have the something," she called after him.

Feeling warm and wonderful, the dark-haired woman returned for another shower. Yesterday, her world seemed bleak and dreary. Today everything was rosy and delicious. Perhaps it would be a short-lived feeling. She didn't care. If it were only for tonight, it would be better than the past six months.

Climbing from the shower and drying herself, Melinda went to her closet and pondered. She shoved aside the jeans and blouses and carefully studied each of her dresses, at last selecting a slinky black evening gown that dipped sexily at the neckline. Phil might show up in jeans, but she didn't care. Tonight, she was going to knock the eyes out of his head.

For a moment, she thought about taking two steaks from the refrigerator and fixing dinner in her apartment, then decided against it. Phil said he was taking her out to dinner. She would let him, even if it were for hamburgers.

She then moved to her dressing table and selected the most seductive perfume she had and dabbed behind her ears and touched a drop to the valley between her tits. Her makeup was light, a bit of lipstick, a brush of blush and just enough powder to stop her nose from shining.

She wore no slip beneath her dress, preferring to allow the light to play through the fabric and reveal the silhouettes of her long legs. Nor did she wear a bra or panties. They would only be in the way later. Poising before the mirror, she carefully eyed herself, pleased with her definitely seductive appearance.

Promptly at seven, the doorbell rang. Phil stood outside in a three-piece suit and carrying a dozen long stemmed roses. She took them, sniffing their fragrance.

"Here's another present," Phil said, handing her a box.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A carburetor kit," he replied. "I thought I'd repair your car tomorrow."

"Sounds like you plan on spending another night."

"If you'll have me."

"I'll have you," she replied coyly, letting him know just how she would have him.

He grinned and kissed her. "Now, I'm afraid I'll have to let you select a good place to eat. I don't know enough about this town to be able to select a restaurant that will impress a beautiful woman."

"I don't need that type of impression," Melinda answered. "I've already got the most important one. But I do like seafood. How's that sound to you?"

"Great," he said, waving her from the apartment.

The dinner went great. They talked first about Phil's two years in the Peace Corps, then about her own life. Melinda found herself opening to the young man, enjoying the attention he gave freely and the interest he offered. They danced, holding each other closely while a three-piece combo played soft, slow romantic tunes.

"Now," Phil eventually said. "I promised you a movie."

"I'd rather not," Melinda said. "If you don't mind. To be honest, I'd much rather get you in bed and..."

"Enough said," he grinned widely. "However, if I allow you to compromise my virtue this night, you have to promise to take in a Woody Allen festival with me tomorrow night."

"Agreed," Melinda grinned, then taking Phil's arm, led him from the restaurant.

Outside, the night was clear. Melinda stared up to the stars, feeling wonderful, while Phil unlocked the car, then opened the door for her.

"Did Jace and Susan get back in town?" she asked when he slid behind the steering wheel and started the car.

"Yes," he answered, easing the car from the parking lot and turning toward her apartment. "Seems they managed to pick up some new assignments."

"Did you tell them about last night?"

He looked at her and shook his head. "I just said I had found this fantastic beauty and they weren't to expect me home until early tomorrow morning."

Melinda nodded, feeling a bit easier. For some reason, she didn't want her brother and his wife intruding on Phil and her time together. Phil glanced at her again, a strange expression on his face, but he didn't press the matter further.

Within a few minutes, they wheeled into her apartment parking lot and quickly made their way to her apartment.

"Would you like a drink?" Melinda offered.

"No. I just need a double shot of you."

Phil took her in his arms, kissing long and passionately. She melted against him, rolling the firm cones of her breasts over his chest. Her pelvis undulated against the crotch of his pants. She smiled inwardly, delighting in her own sensuality and the desire she ignited in this graduate student.

Phil's hands crept down her back, then covered the perky cheeks of her ass. He squeezed, molding the firm demi-globes still covered by her black, slinky dress. She moaned around the tongue playfully exploring her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed when their lips parted. "That feels so good. I love your hands on me."

"I was hoping you would," he replied, a lusty gleam in his green eyes. "I've been watching this beautiful ass all night and wondering..."

"Wondering?" She moaned again when his hands squeezed down firmly into her asscheeks.

"How you feel about having me here?" His hands clamped down once again, to make sure she knew exactly what he was proposing.

"Hmmmmm." She batted her long eyelashes coyly and glanced modestly to the floor. Then she stared back at him. "I'll let you know, as soon as I can get out of these clothes."