Chapter 118

I told Brandy about the exercise equipment that Nell had installed on the way to Nell’s house. She helped me carry my new clothes in when we got there, and I took her downstairs to look at it all after we put everything away. It appeared to be first class stuff. I recognized the treadmill and the bicycle thing, but the main piece of equipment was a huge contraption bristling with handles and pulleys.

The doorway they just installed was completed and there was a bag hanging on the inside door handle, so I went to see what it was. It was a set of keys for the door and a note from the contractor saying not to use the entry because the outside concrete wasn’t dry yet, but it would be by tomorrow and he would come by to remove the forms then.

I heard Brandy laugh as I was reading the note, and she was standing in the corner looking at something when I looked up, so I went over to see what it was. It was a brass pole and it appeared to be secured to both the floor and ceiling.

I asked, “What’s that?”

“It’s a dance pole.”

“What’s it for?”

“Haven’t you ever been to ... Oh, I guess that you haven’t since you’re not old enough. It’s a pole that dancers use to...”

It then hit me and I interrupted her with, “I remember watching a cop show on TV. A murdered girl had worked in a strip club and they went there to interview her boss. There were girls sliding up and down on a pole like this and it looked sexy as hell. Could you do that?”

“Sure I can. I worked at a strip club when I was in college one summer. It was fun and was great exercise.”

“Y-You worked in a strip club?”

“Yeah, and I made great money, but the hours were killer and I had to quit or my grades would have gone to hell.”

I grinned, “You are a woman of many talents.”

She grinned back, “You bet your ass, I am. I’ll show you a few of them tonight.”

I made sure that the new door was locked and we went upstairs. I put the note and the keys on the kitchen table, then I said to Brandy, “The Four Seasons is pretty dressy, do you think they would mind if I wore my new leather outfit?”

“I’m sure that they wouldn’t; you look great in it. Go get it but don’t put it on. We’ll get ready at my place.”

I started to go to my room when Brandy said, “Pete.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t forget to bring clothes for tomorrow.”

I laughed to myself and thought, ‘Well, that settles it. It looks like I’m spending the night’, so I grabbed my leather outfit and what I needed for the next day, and we took off.

Brandy’s place turned out to be a beautiful one story house in Westwood Village about a block from Wilshire Boulevard. The neighborhood was amazing. The houses were all well-kept with manicured lawns and lush old-growth trees.

There was a driveway on the side of the house and she said “Put it in the garage,” when we pulled in and hit a button on her key ring. The garage was at the back of the lot and I noticed it was empty when the door slid open. So I asked, “Where’s your car?”

“It’s at the Beverly Hills store. I had one of my girls take me to the mall so that we’d only have one car. The store isn’t far from here and you can drop me off there tomorrow.”

I noticed on the way from the garage to the house that it while it was old-fashioned looking, everything looked fresh and new. We entered the house through a side door. It opened into what appeared to be a music room. The floor was rich golden oak and everything else was either white or a subtle shade of gray. A white baby grand piano stood in one corner next to some floor-to-ceiling windows, and a rack containing two guitars and a music stand was next to that. The furniture was a sofa and two chairs. All three were white leather and there was a white throw rug on the floor.

She led me through the house to a guest room where she said to put my clothes and it looked like the oak and white theme was the same everywhere on the way there, but the place was far from stark. Most things were oak or white leather, but there were bright flashes of color everywhere. It was magnificent, and I told her so.

She said, “Thanks, the place was built in the twenties. I bought it after it had been through a fire. I tore it down to the foundation and had it completely rebuilt. I kept the same overall look and the same floor plan so that it still fits the neighborhood. It looks like the original house from the outside, but everything, including the garage, is brand new. Would you like to see the rest?”

“Sure!”

We went to a room that she said was her office next. The oak floors were the same, but the walls were maroon. This room was kind of busy, with several computers, some bookshelves containing what looked like fabric sample books, and an oak desk piled high with papers.

She said, “I can keep my eye on everything from here.”

“You sell women’s clothes, right? How many stores do you have?”

“There are five Brandy stores right now, and construction is nearly complete on the sixth. It’s in Santa Clarita and it should be ready in about a month. I also have a few other businesses.”

“And you run everything from here?”

“No, I just do the preliminary designs for my clothes here, but I can watch things from here if I want to. The information is recorded both here and at the office above the store at our Beverly Hills location every time that a cash register opens in any of my stores, including the bar and the motel. I do the clothing designs here because it’s quiet and I can concentrate, but enough of this. Let me show you one of my favorite places.”

I followed her toward the back of the house and into a room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on three sides. The fourth side had a huge flat-screen TV hanging on the wall over an oak credenza that was stuffed with electronics.

She said, “This is the library. It’s where I relax and read or listen to music.”

“I see why this room is your favorite. You must have a thousand books here.”

“Oh, that isn’t what I meant, c’mon.”

There was a French door next to the credenza. I hadn’t noticed it because it was covered with a closed mini-blind. She opened the door and we went outside into a huge backyard.

There were block walls around the entire yard, but you could barely see them because of what I recognized as fiscus trees planted all along in front of them that were at least ten feet high. A large pool with an attached hot tub was toward the back of the yard, and there was raised area at the head of the pool. The front edge of the raised area had four individual waterfalls cycling water back into the pool and a wood pergola covering a table and some chairs was on top of the area. Colored stamped concrete ringed the pool and the rest of the yard was lawn except for a covered patio next to the house that had a long metal table, a bunch of chairs, and a concrete structure with a built-in barbeque.

I said to Brandy, “This is fantastic, I feel like I’m in the jungle. I bet you could have a party for fifty people here.”

“I had seventy last Christmas and there was still had plenty of room.”

“I believe it, and you can’t see any of the surrounding houses, which means that they can’t see in here. You could swim around nude and no one would know.”

“I can and I do. The pool is heated. Would you like to give it a try?”

She was smiling when she said it so I assumed that she was kidding and I said, “Sure, let’s do it,” and I pretended to start taking my shirt off.

She laughed and started shedding her clothes the minute I did.

She was in the pool before I even had my pants off.

She was right, the water must have been eighty degrees and it felt wonderful.

She started doing laps, so I joined her the next time she came by and we began swimming together. It had been a while since I’d been swimming, but I used to be pretty good and had no trouble staying with her. She then picked up the pace and I had to stretch a little. She saw I was still with her after a lap or two, so she picked things up again and we suddenly were in an all-out race.

It felt good. I hadn’t used those muscles much lately and it felt wonderful to get them working full speed. I pulled ahead of her for a lap or two, but she slowly began closing. She finally caught me at the next turn and yelled, “Last lap,” and began to pull away, so I gave it all I had. I almost caught her, but she jumped out and sat on the edge of the pool when we got to the end this time, and so did I.

We were both sitting there gasping for breath when she said, “You did pretty good. I swim almost every day. I was the captain of our swim team in college. None of the girls and not many of the guys were able to keep up with me.”

My mind was elsewhere and I couldn’t help staring at her. Her body was beautiful. Her stomach was flat as could be and her tits were beautifully shaped. Her nipples were standing proud and water was dripping off them like two little faucets. I remember Kristen telling me that her tits were implants, but they were beautiful and I started to get hard. I put my hands over my crotch to hide things and I said, “I was almost able to keep up with you because I had incentive.”

“Oh, what was it?”

“I was swimming next to a gorgeous naked girl and I didn’t want to lose sight of her.”

She raised an eyebrow, looked at my hands, and said, “I see. Well, you apparently didn’t lose sight because I see that it affected you.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry! Why are you sorry? Don’t be, I’m flattered!”

“Good, it’s because you’re beautiful.”

“I am, eh? How beautiful am I?”

She was obviously teasing, so I answered, “I’ll show you how beautiful I think you are right now if you’d like me to.”

She grinned and said, “I bet you would, but let’s save that for later tonight. We should go wash the chlorine off right now,” and she stood up and headed for the house.

We passed through her bedroom on the way to the shower and I had to stop and stare.

It was a large room with a fireplace in one corner, and where everything in the rest of the house was white or very light colored, this room was mostly black. The thick carpet was black, so was the ceiling and two of the walls. A king size bed sitting on a low platform was up against one of the black walls and the bedspread was also black with grey streaks that matched the shades on the lamps that were sitting on black enamel nightstands. There were four huge pillows at the head of the bed and they were black with gray streaks as well.

Of the two walls that weren’t black, one had full-height arched windows with black drapes on each side. The drapes were open and the windows looked out into a side yard that was a rainbow of colored flowers. The other wall was entirely smoke-mirrored sliding closet doors. Even though the mirrors were dark, they reflected the flowers and it made the room look bright and cheerful.

On the black wall facing the foot of the bed stood a tall, black enamel chest-of-drawers and sitting on top of it was a huge flat screen TV. The entrance doorway to the bathroom was on one side that I could see, and on the other side next to the fireplace was a life-sized painting of a reclining nude. The background was in blacks and grays, but the figure was in soft pastels. It was absolutely beautiful. It was sultry and sexy without being crude. It obviously was Brandy.

I walked closer to look at it and I noticed that a stylized signature was in the lower corner. It took me a second to recognize that it was Nell’s signature.

Brandy stood there watching me as I took this all in, then she walked into the bathroom with a smile.

Something about the bedroom got to me and I couldn’t help myself when I watched her naked body glide pass me. I got a full erection.

I was a little embarrassed and standing there wondering what to do when Brandy came back, looked at me, and laughed before she took me by the hand and pulled me into the bathroom.

The bathroom was also black. The walls, the floor, and the countertop were black ceramic tile. The cabinet was black enamel and the tub, toilet, and twin wash basins were black porcelain with pewter fixtures.

The shower was a room by itself. It was at least five feet square and it had a spray head above, two at waist height, and one on a long flexible tube.

Brandy turned things on and motioned to me when she got the temperature right, and we began our shower.

I thought that she meant this to be a quick shower, so I was finished before she was and as I was about to step out I saw her start to wash her hair, so I took the shampoo from her and started washing it for her.

I love washing a woman’s hair. There’s something intimate and sexy about doing it. Brandy must have liked it too because she stood very still as I washed it and stayed that way when I added conditioner and ran my fingers through it to work it in. She had her eyes closed while I was doing it and it seemed like she was humming to herself when I took the flexible hose and finished rinsing it.

A final rinse for both of us and I turned the water off. She looked so sexy standing there with the water dripping off her, I said, “Wait a minute,” and I got a towel and began drying her. She stood still again. I toweled her hair as best I could, then carefully did her face, neck, and those wonderful tits, then I knelt in front of her and I found myself facing the Tiger she had tattooed on her hairless pussy when I began to dry the rest of her. I remembered the first time that I saw it at the party in Vegas, but I wasn’t this close to her that time and I was hard as a rock again before I knew it. I took my time to finish drying her, but I kept thinking about that tiger.

I started to stand up when I finished, but her beautiful pussy was right in front to me again and I reached out without thinking, pulled her close to me, and began licking her.

She shuddered and put her hands on my head, but she didn’t try to pull me away and I heard her groan after a minute or so, so I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through her mouth. It was obvious that she was turned on but she was frowning, so I asked, “Are you okay?”

She looked down at me for a second, then she pushed me away and said, “Finish drying yourself then come back to the bedroom,” and she grabbed a dry towel and left.

I finished and she had pulled the bedspread down and was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got to the bedroom. She had a towel around her hair and an odd look on her face.

So I asked again, “Is something the matter?”

The frown was suddenly back, and she said, “This is not going like I planned.”

“What is it that you don’t like, am I doing something wrong?”

“No, you’re doing fine. Nell told me that you were special, but I didn’t know what she meant until now. You know women pretty well, don’t you?”

“Why, just because I washed your hair?”

“No, it’s the way that you’ve been every since I met you. You’re seventeen sometimes and you seem a lot older other times. You always seem comfortable with whatever is going on. Where did a kid like you learn to behave like you do?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, but I guess that I got whatever you’re talking about from my family.”

“So you can stand in front of a girl you barely know with your dick sticking out like a telephone pole, and it doesn’t bother you because of what your family taught you?”

I chuckled, “Of course not. My family is pretty liberal and they taught me not to be turned off by nudity. But this thing you call a telephone pole came from looking at you. You’re a fox and you know it, and what do you mean by, ‘I barely know you’? We’ve already had sex.”

“Yes, but you must know that you’re different. Nell tells me that you’ve been with lots of women, but she says that you make her feel like she’s the only woman on earth when you’re with her. Is that how you really feel or are you a con man?”

“No, it’s how I really feel. Nell is amazing. She’s beautiful, she’s so smart that it’s scary, and she likes me for some reason. She IS the only woman on earth when I’m with her.”

“Are you that way with all the girls?”

“I think so. I like girls and I think they deserve my full attention if they like me in return. Why are you asking me about this?”

“Because I’m about to fuck you and I just wanted to know.”

“I thought that we weren’t going to do that until later?”

“We weren’t, but that oral work in the bathroom got me wound up a little and I’m anxious to see if everything works.”

“I see. Do I get to kiss you first?”

“Would you like to?”

“Of course, I would. Look, we have to talk about this a little. You’ve been asking me a lot of questions. When is it my turn?”

“What would you like to know?”

“I’d like to know a little about you. Will you tell me the truth if I ask you some things?”

“It depends on the question. I might refuse to answer, but it’ll be the truth if I do answer. What do you have in mind?”

“What would you like to have happen tonight?”

“Well, my original idea was that we go someplace for dinner, then I take you home and fuck you. What would you like to happen?”

“I’d like to take you on a date.”

“What does that mean?”

“I want tonight to be special for both you and me. I want to take you to a nice place for dinner. I want to hold your hand and tell you how pretty you are on the way there. Maybe we could dance for a while after dinner, then I’d like to take you home and make love to you if things go well.”

She didn’t say anything for a while. She would look at me then look away a though she was thinking, then she would look at me again.

She did it several times and she finally quietly said, “That sounds nice.”

I continued with, “You just said something about an original idea. Have things changed?”

She looked at the floor and said, “I’m thinking about the last part of our ‘date’. I’ve been looking forward to it but I’d like to know if everything down here, umm, works. It’s all I’ll be thinking about all night if I don’t know.”

“So you want to try it out first, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, under one condition.”

Her head jerked around at me, she frowned and asked, “What condition?”

“I get to kiss you first.”

Her eyebrows went up and she said, “B-But you don’t have to!”

“I know, but I want to.”

The frown turned into a smile then she rolled her eyes and said, “Boy, the things a girl has to go through to get laid,” and she lay back on the bed and held her arms out to me.

I like kissing. I’m not talking about smooches or pecks on the cheek, I mean real kissing, the kind where both of you know what you’re doing and both of you want to be doing it. I found that kissing a girl is interesting in that each one responds in different ways. Some of it depends on her mood and some depends on the situation. Some like it to be gentle, and some like it hard and demanding, so searching for the right combination can be fun. Being gentle usually works best at first, and you’ll find what works best for both of you as things progress. Kissing can be a wonderful thing when you get to that place.

Kissing Brandy was different. She certainly knew how, and her lips were delicious, but she wouldn’t let me in when I tried some tongue, so I began to move down after a minute. I kissed her neck and a little I moved down to a breast and began to suckle her nipple when she moaned. That seemed to work better and the moaning continued, so I reached down and touched between her legs. Her body jerked a little, so I ran a finger between the lips of her labia. She was moist but not wet, and I was thinking about kissing her down there as well when she pushed me away, and said, “This is great, Pete, but I really need to find out if... , well you know.”

“B-But you’re not ready yet.”

‘Don’t worry. Roll on your back and let me take things from here.”

My hardon was back because of all the kissing and she smiled when she looked at it. It was a wry smile, and I could see that she was nervous. She reached into the nightstand and pulled something out. It was a tube of KY jelly. The tube was half empty. I was wondering who she used it on the last time, then I remembered how she feels about girls and I suddenly got harder than ever.

She began squeezing it on my cock and she moved up and straddled me when she got it fully coated. She put me against her opening and ever so gently began to lower herself onto me.

She was tight, much tighter than I thought she’d be. I guessed that it was because she was tense. The head was barely inside her when she stopped. So I asked, “Are you okay?”

Her voice was shaking when she answered, “Uh huh, I’m just getting used to it. It’s been a long time since anything that big was in there.”

She lowered herself onto me Little by little and she leaned forward when I was fully inside her until she was laying on me and whispered, “Please don’t move for a minute.”