***This was my first ever attempt at erotica...I wrote it 10 years ago. I hope you like it!

Chapter 1 – Wyatt 

I concluded my day in the studio by pouring a short glass of whiskey, neat, and turning up the music. Steely Dan – Pretzel Logic, on vinyl. No other way to listen to music, in my opinion. Sitting at my makeshift desk, a long metal table littered with camera equipment and my laptop, I uploaded the pictures of today’s sessions. At a quick glance I noticed about a half dozen pictures that would serve my client well. I marked them up to flag for further work tomorrow. Just some minor touch up and post-production required. That was good, tomorrow was a Saturday and I didn’t want to have to work too much. There were some home projects I wanted to tackle this weekend.

It was pushing 6pm and I needed to get back to the house and feed the beast. The beast, a large charcoal black Labrador named June, needed a good workout tonight. She’d been cooped up in the backyard a lot in the last few days, and I had been hoping to get a jog in tonight with her to work out some of the energy. As I exited the studio I peered in the mirror adjacent to the door. 

Fuck. 
I’m looking old. 
Haggard. 

My salt and pepper hair belied my relative youth. I’m not 40, yet. That’s still a few months away. I contemplated my stubble and decided I would shave later, after the jog with June. I hopped in the Jeep and drove the three blocks home, unaware that a ghost was waiting for me.

I pulled up and noticed an unfamiliar car sitting under the overgrowing canopy of the massive oak tree in the front yard. I assumed it was someone visiting Mrs. Campbell, the sweet old lady that lived next door. I gathered my camera bags and pushed the jeep door closed with my boot and walked up the brick path that led to the front porch. That’s when I noticed her. My insides twisted. I suddenly slowed down, as if in slow motion, and focused on the brilliant green eyes of my unexpected visitor with suspicion.

“Kate.”

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even in surprise. It was a declaration. Six years had passed since our summer long romance had ended with her leaving for a job in London. I had attempted communication with her a number of times in that first year with no response. Then I just stopped.

“Hi Wyatt. It’s good to see you.”

“What can I do for you?” I shrugged off the slow motion and immediately brushed past her to unlock the door.

“I’m back,” she said, with a small quivering voice.

I walked into the living room, leaving the door open behind me. Unloading the bags onto the couch I looked back at her. My twisted insides turned slightly warm. 

“Ok, I don’t know what that means…or why you’re here. But, come in and close the door. I need to feed June.”

She wavered and seemed unsure how to proceed. Her mouth was turned down, not in anger, but her eyes smiled at the sound of the dog’s name.

“I’d like to see her…can I go back there?” She nodded toward the back of the house, where the screened in porch served as June’s retreat from the heat of the backyard.

“Sure. Can I get you something? Iced Tea?” I asked, not sure whether I wanted to be too welcome or not. Part of me, the twisted warm of my gut included, didn’t want to be an asshole. 

“Yes, that’d be nice. Whatever you’re having.” She slid past me, her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and it met my chin. In the briefest of moments her butt met my thighs. It wasn’t a teasing motion, but it was enough for my cock to remember her and jump to attention.

Frustrated, and not wanting to show her what she still did to me even after all these years, I moved to the kitchen while she continued to the covered porch. I cleaned some glasses and poured more whiskey. I watched her kneel down while June’s tail wagged at a clip I’d never seen. The damn dog remembered her. It shouldn’t have surprised me, the three of us were inseparable that summer. Kate had finished her graduate work at the university and had moved into the house after the lease on her apartment had expired. Earlier that year she had placed an ad looking for a photographer to do headshots for her and I answered it. We hit it off. 

She was beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. It was always her eyes that drew me in. Bright, green, and inquisitive, they held me enraptured. She had a slender nose, luscious naturally pink lips, and long dark hair that framed her oval shaped face...she made for a wonderful model. Our working relationship slowly turned into a romantic one, and by the beginning of the summer she had moved in with me. I shook my head, rattling the memories and shrugging off the haze, and looked at her. She was looking back at me with those eyes. She had to have seen the stupor she had put me in.

She stood up and walked back into the house, leaving June whimpering. Kate had filled her food bowl at some point during the fog of the last few minutes. She called for the dog to eat her dinner as she shut the door.

She grabbed the drink from my hands and sipped the whiskey. Grabbing my hand she pulled me toward the front room and the couch. 

“I have so much I want to say,” she started, “but right now, I just want you.”

I wasn’t sure what to think, but I knew her well enough, even after all these years, that she was not playing games. We set our glasses down on the dark battered oak of the coffee table, and I sat on the couch while she climbed on top of me and straddled my lap. We kept eye contact.

“I missed you. I’m sorry.”

At that we kissed, softly at first and then with more hunger. She moaned softly as we pulled each other tight. There was no hiding my excitement, and she wiggled her hips around and gyrated to my cock’s delight. All the wariness and cynicism slipped away, as we began to discard clothes. I pulled her plain white t-shirt off, exposing her bra-less breasts. Still perfect. A handful. I massaged them as she continued to move around on my lap. 

She unbuttoned my shirt, and leaned forward for a kiss. Her breasts pressed against my chest, I reached up with one hand to fondle, while pushing her long dark hair back from her face with the other hand. She grabbed my hand and nibbled just inside my right wrist, finding the tattoo she had picked out for me. It was a round black aperture that also looked like a sun. She was very proud of that idea. 

I continued to lick and nibble her nipples while she arched her back. She knew what I liked, and I knew her sweet spots. She placed my face in her hands, lifted my chin to hers, and we kissed again. This time there was a playfulness to it. Our lips kept contact while she slinked off my lap. She faced away from me and tugged her jeans off. I noticed some more tattoos that she must’ve added in our time away. The small black heart on the nape of her neck was done the same night as mine. I always held a fondness for that one. She had added some text on her ribcage that I couldn’t make out and a large group of lotus flowers cascading down her left shoulder and toned bicep.  

So sexy.

She knew that she was modeling for me. Showing off. She looked back at me and proceeded to give me the most seductive look I had seen in six long years. Her eyes seemed to turn two shades darker, or perhaps it was her pupils dilated due to arousal. It was animal.

She stood me up, holding my hand, and pulled me upstairs to our bedroom. I watched her walk ahead of me, her already glistening pussy peeking between her legs as her hips swayed.

“We need to catch up, Wyatt.”

I agreed.

She guided me to our bed. It was always ours. Before Kate, I had a beat up Queen Mattress that had followed me to three different cities and five houses. When she moved in with me I splurged on a California King. It was large enough for the two of us, and the occasional canine visitor. A lot of good memories were made on this bed. Many firsts. The first time we made love. Our first fight happened in this bed. The first time she told me that she loved me, and I echoed her. These memories were playing like an old film in my head when Kate pulled me out of my reverie. 

“Wyatt? What is it?”

I looked down at her big green eyes. Noticed her sweet pink lips. I stepped back to take it all in. She was a goddess, but just like the Gods and Goddesses of Greek mythology, she had been a total bitch and broke my human heart.

“I’m just making sure this is real. You’re not going to leave again, are you? Because, if you are, it’s not worth it.”

She smiled a small sad smile. She knew that she fucked up, I could see it in her eyes. 

“No. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered.

I searched her emerald eyes for any sign of trouble. Couldn’t find any. She was perfect, naked, and bare. She caressed my cheek, down my arms, finally holding my hands.

“I’m here. I love you. Like I said before, I can fill you in on the last six years later. Is that okay?” She asked, as if I was in a position to refuse her. She knelt before me penitent, asking for forgiveness. She undid my zipper and released my already hard cock. She looked up at me again.

“Okay?”
“Yes.”

She held my member with her soft fingers, kissing lightly along the side of my hardness. A slip of her tongue between her silky pink lips onto my cock made me even harder. She stroked me with her left hand while her right hand reached behind me and firmly held my ass and pushed me towards her hungry mouth. I reached down and ran my fingers through her dark mane. She continued her slow, rhythmic assault on my cock, alternating a stroke with a deep suck. She had me by the balls, literally. After a few minutes she looked up at me and we held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. I pulled her up and walked her backward to the edge of the bed and lightly pushed her down.

“Stay right there.” I demanded.

I knelt down and paid close attention to her inner thighs, kissing, nibbling, licking, and lightly biting all around her puffy pussy lips. It was pure pleasure, for her and me. After a few minutes of nibbling and reaching up to caress her body, tits, and nipples, I finally set my sights on her well-trimmed mound. I teased her outer lips with my tongue. Her back arched and she cooed softly. I thoroughly enjoyed my meal of sweet pussy, probing and teasing her lips. I stopped for an instant to look at her. She was absolutely beautiful, her mouth slightly open in ecstasy and her cheeks flushed pink.

My mouth and tongue explored her, gently at first. I persisted. Tasting her tangy sweet juice, so familiar, soon I was inebriated with her flowing love. I focused on her clit, licking and sucking, while slowly inserting two of my fingers inside her, massaging and feeling how soft and wet she was. Yes, the G-spot was real, at least when it came to her.  Her moaning got louder and her hips rocked slightly up and down, and then, I heard that moment of silence, a gasp, right before an explosion, loudly moaning. 

“Oh, Wyatt. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Both of our prayers were being answered today, I guess.