"You stopped me."
"I did."
"Why?" I ask again.
"Because now I want your hand in your panties and your fingers on your clit and I want you to show me."
At this point I don't think I should be able to blush, but the way he says it, so blunt and open has the blood rising to my chest and face but I still find myself putting my hand between my legs. The minute I touch my clit every bit of arousal floods back like fire, and I aim the camera downward, though I know not much is visible.
"Good. Look at me."
I bring the camera back up to my face, but I don't stop moving my fingers. "I can't stop," I tell him.
"Don't." he says. "Keep going. Come with me."
I close my eyes, and I let go, moving my fingers, drawing the pleasure up and out in the way I know works best, and within a minute I'm so close that I'm arching backwards on the bed. And suddenly it's there, I cry out, loud in my empty apartment, coming on my hand and oh god shit yes fuck.
"Yes, Ollie," Adam moans, and his breath is ragged as he comes too.
I let the orgasm go, let it flow through me, making me shake and go blind for a few seconds before my body goes limp, sated.
"Adam," I say.
"Olivia."
I laugh breathlessly. "That was good."
"Yes, it was," he says. “Just one of several orgasms I owe you."
Rolling over on my side, I prop myself up on my elbow which drapes my shirt in a flirtatious and scandalous way. "Well I'm looking forward to the rest of them."
"Me too," he says, yawning. "But I should get sleep. If not, I'm going to be dead on my feet in a few hours."
"Will you text me tomorrow?"
"I will," he says, "and you make sure you're ready for Thursday. I'm picking you up and taking you out."
"Okay." I can't keep the smile off my face.
"Okay."
He's smiling too, and there's some empty air where we're both smiling each other and neither of us wants to hang up. "Good night, Ollie."
"Good night, Adam."
He ends the call and I immediately pull up a text message to Lorraine.
Girl, I have some stuff to tell you.
18
Ollie
I step into the coffee shop and find Lorraine waving me down. She's already ordered me a chai and I sink into the seat across from her gratefully.
"I don't have super long," I say. "I left early yesterday to go to the hospital, so shorter lunch today."
"That's fine," she says, watching me take a sip of the chai. "But I need details sister, I'm not going to forgive you for not texting me everything if you don't give me some details!"
I laugh, nearly choking on my drink. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything!" she says way too loudly. "How did it go at the hospital? What happened after?"
I can't stop laughing, but I manage to tell her everything—sparing the dirtiest of details because I'm still not used to this and I’m not about to tell her the size of Adam's cock or just how far I managed to get it down my throat.
But by the end of the story Lorraine's jaw is hanging open. "I am seriously impressed, Ollie."
"Why?"
"Because this is so unlike you! Let's face it, we both know I'm the slutty one in the friendship. And now you're sleeping with people and having phone sex and–oh my god–I'm so happy I'm rubbing off on you."
I can't stop laughing and I can't breathe. "Stop it. You're not rubbing off on me."
"I totally am. You'll thank me later."
"Can you hook me up for tomorrow though?" I ask. I hate asking for her help again in the dress department but I'm just not that fancy and I don't own anything pretty enough for Del Posto.
"Of course, you know I've got you."
Which is how I end up back in the Bergdorf's make-up chair on Thursday afternoon with Maren doing my make-up. "This time," she says, waving my eyes closed, "we're going full on sexy. Smoky eyes, dark lips. He's not going to be able to take his eyes off you."
Or his hands, I finish in my head.
When I open my eyes again, I barely recognize myself. I look like someone who should be on a red carpet, not...me.
"Maren," I say. "You're a miracle worker."
She sticks her tongue out. "I know."
Lor is waiting for me in the dressing room. "Okay, I've got the perfect thing." She pulls a dress of the rack with a flourish. It's a deep purple color, deeper than I usually like but it's gorgeous in this dress. Immediately I know that I want to try it on.
I'll never understand how Lorraine has such an eye for this. "I just need you to pick out all my clothes, all the time," I tell her through the curtain.
"Name the day, girlfriend. You know that I've been dying to get my hands on your wardrobe."
The dress has an off-the-shoulder neckline and a skinny waist with a flouncy skirt that ends at my knees. It feels like something out of the 1950s with a modern flare. It’s absolutely perfect. I push the curtain back. "This is amazing. You've got shoes?"
She hands me a pair of black and purple heels, and I slip them on and stand on the same pedestal I stood barely a week ago. Stunning! "I don't know how you do it, Lor."
"I'm magic."
"Yes, you are, and I owe you one."
"Girl, as long as you get some you don't owe me a damn thing."
I laugh. "I still haven't sent you the box of chocolates for last week."
"Chocolate doesn't have an expiration date, and I'm always accepting. So no worries." She tugs me down off the pedestal. "Now get going or you're going to be late and I'm not going to have all my amazing work ruined by a late entrance."
I roll my eyes. "Fine. I love you."
"Love you too, bitch! Go get some ass." She waves as she heads back to her department. I know she still has some clients to see today, so I'm grateful that she had time to work with me.
There's no way I'm getting on the subway and potentially ruining all of their hard work, so I catch a cab back to my apartment. I'm just on time to get back upstairs and pretend that all this magic was made by myself, though I'll gladly spread the gospel of Lorraine if given a chance.
I'm too nervous and excited to sit down or relax, so I make myself a cup of tea in the kitchen, slipping off the heels until I absolutely need them.
It's not long. Adam is punctual, and he rings the doorbell a couple minutes before he was supposed to arrive. I buzz him up, but this time I don't open the door and wait. Lorraine put in the work, and I'm going to give it the grand reveal that it deserves.
I stay in the kitchen until he knocks, and then I answer the door. The way his face goes slack and his eyes go dark as they take me in is totally, totally worth it. "Ollie," he says, and everything on his face says that he's awed and impressed.
I've never seen anyone look at me that way before. I like it.
"Hi."
"You look amazing."
"Thank you."
I step aside and he comes in, never taking his eyes off me. Maren was right. And now I get the chance to look at him. He looks predictably amazing in a suit that was clearly tailored for him. It has a soft sheen to it that makes it almost shimmer in the light, and he looks like he stepped out of a magazine ad. Then again, thanks to Maren and Lorraine, so do I. We make quite the pair tonight.
"Am I allowed to kiss you in that make-up?"
"You're allowed to kiss me anytime," I say, "Make-up be damned."
"Good," he says, pulling me in for a kiss that makes my knees go weak. "I missed you."
It doesn't feel like we've been apart long enough to be missed, but I know what he's saying. This feels good, being together. "Yeah," I say. "Me too." I grab my little purse off the kitchen counter. "Should we go?"
Adam smiles. "We have a little time, and I need to take care of something first."
"What?"
"Something I owe you."
I don't understand, and then I do, because Adam is kneeling in front of me, gathering my skirts and pushing them aside so his head is between my legs. I'm wearing a lacy thong that Lorraine gave me for under the dress, and Adam's tongue run across the tiny patch of fabric. "Adam," I gasp. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't say anything, but pushes the thong aside and seals his mouth over my clit, sucking it deep and hard, and I have to brace myself against the wall, just like he did in the hospital. Oh god, of course.
Adam's mouth is hard and insistent, stroking me with his tongue in long steady strokes that are bringing me higher, arousi
ng me faster than anything I thought possible. Just when I think I'm about to break, he changes his pattern, moving down and sliding inside me, stroking again and again and then back up to swirl and suck and graze his teeth against me.
I'm balanced on my heels and against the wall and I don't know how he's so fucking good at this. Little strokes now, faster and faster and focused on my clit. There's pressure building and I'm resisting the urge to hike up my dress and grab his head and push him closer. Adam sucks one more time, and I tip over the edge, a swirling storm of pleasure spiraling up and out from my clit, and my legs nearly give out. I can't breathe or see, just feel his tongue on me, continuing this pleasure. It blows through me and leaves me new and fresh and finished.
"God," I say, sinking further against the wall.
One final, long lick across my pussy and Adam replaces my thong and then he's out from under my dress, smirking at me.
"I did tell you that I owed you orgasms."
"I know," I say. "I just...wasn't expecting that."
He braces his arms on either side of me, pressing close. "I don't think pleasure is a thing that should happen only when you expect it," he says. "And I plan on trying to give you as much unexpected pleasure as I can."
"Okay." I can't pretend that I'm mad about that.
"Now," he says, "We can go."
19
Adam
Del Posto isn’t a place that I’ve been a whole lot, but it’s owned by some family friends so I know I can get a reservation when I need one. I hold Ollie’s hand in the cab ride to the restaurant, and it feels so natural that I don’t want to let go. She looks fucking fantastic, even better when she had the flush of the orgasm that I gave her.
I’m tempted to ravish her in the back of the cab, but despite our little sexual encounter in her foyer, tonight isn’t about that. I want to talk to her. Listen to her. I want to know her for who she is now and not for who I remember her in high school. I want to show her that it’s not just sex that I want. I want so much more than that.
We’re lucky that the weather is pretty perfect today. T the sun is beginning to set when we pull up to the front of the restaurant, which is perfect because I know exactly where we’re sitting. The view is going to be gorgeous.
I help her out of the cab, and I love just watching her. Ollie has such pure reactions to things. I feel like I’m reading a book whenever I look at her face, and I just want to keep reading. She’s looking at the restaurant with a mix of awe and excitement, and if she’s this psyched about the outside, she’s going to lose her mind when she actually tastes the food.