Mick was the best lover she ever had and a very good friend. They remained friends and lovers on and off for several years in their early twenties. He wasn’t much to look at: tall, red haired with freckles all over his whole entire body, a goatee, slender, athletic, playful, and a bit of a dare devil…
Once he actually dressed up as The Devil, painted his entire body red, had the pitchfork, the tail, the little hooves, the whole bit. He scared the Hell out of the trick-or-treaters that year! He kept Kristie amused off and on for years. They were more like friends with benefits than true lovers and several times she recommended him to her girl friends who were looking for a party.
He was a very attentive lover and knew what to say and do to make a woman feel special. He was the type of man who after spending most of the day with one woman, making love and satisfying her, would jump on his motorcycle and drive two hours to please a second or even a third woman with just a phone call from a maiden in distress.
Kristie could smell the remnants of his first conquest when he kissed her as he came to her rescue one afternoon, but she didn’t mind at all as he pushed her up against a wall and pressed his fingers against her temples and rubbed his hardness on her leg.
Her headache subsided immediately and another region of her anatomy focused on his touch. He knew the secrets of accu-pressure and he could light a woman on fire in a moment. He moved his hands to her neck and worked his way down her spine firmly. It almost hurt, but not quite and she was eager to move to a prone position.
He knew how to worship a woman and had no hesitation about plunging into the secret folds of moist flesh that some men find forbidding. The intense foreplay ended with a determined penetration on his part. He would rub long and deep in slow circular motions and alternate that with short quick thrusts of his magnificent head.
Sometimes he would stay absolutely still until the movements from beneath him would force him into another pattern. It was as if he choreographed each movement for the exact response he desired. He was a genius at love making. At the end of an hour she felt both relieved and revived and was happy to sit drinking tea with him in the dusky late afternoon. They always had something to talk about. He made her laugh and his friendship was a comfort she could count on.
Kristie’s friend, Shelley, who came over to visit that evening became his third entree. Shelley was an amazon of a woman with proportions in breast and thigh to match her six foot height. Kristie left them alone for an hour while she went to the store to shop for dinner. When she walked back in the door the smell of sex pervaded the room and Shelley’s body language of legs spread, messy hair, and a huge grin on her face affirmed what they had been up to.
“He has a really nice head,” Shelley said to Kristie smiling broadly when Mick was out of ear shot.
“I know,” Kristie smiled back knowingly, “I told you he was good.”
“Thunder thighs,” Mick said under his breath to Kristie with raised eyebrows in the kitchen helping her unpack the bags. Kristie knew he would be ready again for her later that night after Shelley left. He was indomitable!
(First published 8/4/11)
