Jim Brass wasn't sure how he'd been dragged into this. But he was standing in the middle of a room full of strangers, well not all strangers. His buddy from his days in the senior recreational hockey league, Bruce Wellman, was there along with his wife, Amy. The party was at his sister's house. Bruce had called Jim a couple of days ago, inviting him to the party on Karen's behalf. "Ah come on Jim, it'll be fun. And Karen really needs one more guy to make her table come out even."
"Yeah, but how'd I get picked as the dummy?" Jim had asked.
"She begged me to find a guy and then she mentioned you specifically. She really wants you there but didn't feel like you'd come if she did the inviting. After all, you two haven't really spent that much time together, especially in the last year or so."
Jim remembered Karen in the stands at the games, cheering on her brother's team. He'd been tickled when her cheering had grown to include him. But after he'd been forced to give up playing hockey, he'd lost track of her. He and Bruce still got together frequently to watch NHL, but he'd hardly seen Karen in the last three years.
"So I'll ask it again…why me?"
"She said she misses your sense of humor. Come on Jim, she's had a difficult year. Losing Mike in that wreck…not that they were getting along that well, but he was her husband. And Mickey left for college, so she's kind of feeling the empty nest thing, especially since Mickey went on one of those study abroad trips for the holidays. Help me cheer her up."
Jim thought about it for a moment. At the word 'cheer,' he decided to go. He owed her a cheer or two." Okay…I'll go."
So here he was on New Year's Eve, standing in the middle of a bunch of strangers, bored out of his mind. He and Bruce had chatted some but then his buddy had been pulled away by some idiot sales manager for one of the local car dealerships to settle an argument over football. Amy was in a huddle with a bunch of other wives, so that left Jim on his own. Karen was busy being the hostess and was spread pretty thin.
"Wait, I know who you are, now…" said the man who was standing a few feet from him.
"Huh?" was all Jim could manage to say. He wanted to crawl in a hole. Here comes all the hero worship shit, he thought.
"You're that police detective that's always on the news….but didn't you get killed a couple of years ago?"
Jim looked at the guy incredulously. What a stupid question….. "Ah, well I think I'm still alive…"
It was Karen that came to his rescue. Approaching from behind him, she put her hand on his back and then moved around to his side. Raising her hand to his face, she chuckled. "You feel alive to me, Jim."
"Thanks…I was beginning to wonder," he smiled.
Karen had been surreptitiously watching him since he arrived. She had missed his caustic humor, his self deprecation, and really…just him. When they had all been hanging out after the hockey games, she's been trying to make her marriage work still. But her thoughts about Jim weren't exactly helping her to stay focused on that. He was such a contrast to Mike. For all his gruffness, Jim had a gentleness about him and could be very considerate at times. And when he looked at her…. He really looked at her…not through her, like Mike did. She had started going to the games to cheer on Bruce when he first started playing. But she had kept going because of Jim. Spending time with him had always cheered her up. "Jim," she said quietly, "please stay until the others leave. We could catch up."
Something in her expression tugged at him. He really couldn't wait to get out of the party, but her eyes told him to stay. "Yeah…sure," he agreed.
The party dragged on another hour or so and then, thankfully in Jim's view, the people began to thin out. Bruce and Amy were among the last to leave. And then finally it was just Jim and Karen. "How about a drink?" she asked.
"Thanks, but no…I've had my limit," he smiled. "But go ahead if you want one."
"How about coffee then?"
"Sounds good." He followed her to the kitchen where she prepared the machine. As they waited for it to do its magic, she turned to him and smiled. "Thank you for coming tonight. I know the invitation must have seemed weird to you….after all this time. But you used to cheer me up….and I find I need cheering up right now."
"Yeah…well, you're going through a difficult time…losing your husband and all."
She moved closer to him. "Our marriage was over long ago. We were just waiting for Mickey to get out of the house. I'd be going through a divorce right now if he hadn't been hit by that drunk driver."
Jim was no idiot. He knew what she was after. He had seen he watching him all through the night and it was clear to him why he was here. After all, it was New Year's Eve…who wants to be alone for that? Looking at her, seeking an answer in her eyes, he asked. "So….how are you, really, Karen?"
"Would it scare you away if I said that I'm feeling pretty lonely these days?" Her eyes were warm…inviting.
"I…um, well….no. I remember when I went through my divorce and was suddenly living alone; it was very lonely, but I got used to it."
"I'm sure that eventually I will, Jim. But at least for tonight, I would just like a little company, some warmth and companionship." Stepping closer to him she continued. "When I asked you to stay after the others left," her lips sought his and connected shyly, "I was hoping it would be for the night." And then she kissed him again, a little more confidently.
Jim shifted as he realized the full impact of her words. His mind was reeling. This was his buddy's sister…defiantly against the rules. Besides, one nighters always left him feeling so empty…On the other hand, she was a beautiful woman. It was impossible for Jim to not respond. Her kiss was inviting more and he found that his resolve was dissolving. Before his brain was aware that he had decided anything, his mouth had committed him. He was returning her kiss, with emphasis.
Their bodies blended together as she melted into his arms. His hands reached behind her to support her as he leaned into her. Lips and tongues became entwined as his mind caught up to the rest of him only to become blurred by the heat that was overtaking him. It had been awhile since he'd held a woman in his arms. He realized just how long it had been as waves of warmth and desire washed over him. She felt good as he ran his hands down her back.
Karen had been aware of her attraction to Jim for a long time. Finally being in his arms and having him respond with such desire thrilled her. She loved the feel of his hands against her back, the nearness of his chest to hers, and the touch of his lips. Her hands sought his body, finding their way inside his jacket. His chest felt so solid against her palms, making her want the package inside even more. Moving her hands further inside, she worked her way around to his back, tantalized by the muscular feel of his torso.
The warmth of a few minutes earlier was turning into a fire for Jim. His reluctance had fallen away and now he was sure of one thing, he wanted her. Once that thought became clear in his mind, his reserve feel away and he concentrated on her. His senses were on overload. Her lips tasted of the wine she had been drinking earlier, a full bodied red wine that tasted sweet on her. And her scent was a mixture of cologne he didn't recognize and a peachy shampoo. His hand found its way into her hair, so silky and smooth, his fingertips massaging her scalp, creating moans of pleasure within her. Her sounds spurred Jim on.
Karen felt his fire. It was burning within her also. As his hands traveled her body and his lips ravaged her mouth she was caught in a swirl of desire. Her mind was letting go and her body was in control. Her hands sought his skin, finally tugging at his buttons. Their bodies parted long enough for his jacket to come off. Pulling her back into his arms he growled, "Where's your room? I'm too old to be doing this on the floor or a counter."
She led him down the hall and into her room. Once inside, he took command of the situation. His hands made their way under her sweater, lifting it and pulling it off of her. Suddenly she began to feel a little shy. After all, her body wasn't what it used to be….
"I'm afraid that as I get older, gravity is catching up. Things aren't as firm as they used to be," she said lightly.
He chuckled, "Hey, I'm older than you….so be kind, okay?"
His hands moved around her as his eyes took in her now exposed chest. Only her bra remained. She saw the gleam in his eyes as they focused on the bright silk fabric. The blue of them was turning smoky as lust clouded their color. His hands moved to cover her mounds as he said in a husky voice, "the sisters look damn fine to me." The feel of his fingers through the fabric sent waves of desire through her, creating more heat in her core. She felt the rush between her legs, becoming wet with desire as he worked his magic. He taunted her with his fingertips, slowly massaging and teasing her. When she thought she could stand no more and was ready to beg for him to remove the offending garment, he slid his fingers inside, lightly brushing her nipples and eliciting a low moan from deep within. Once again, he teased her until she was ready to cry out in frustration. Then magically, he made the bra fall away, exposing her fully.
Jim was hungry. He was a breast man and here were two excellent specimens. True, gravity had taken a toll, but still…blood rushed through him, especially down, as his eyes drank in the beauty of the sisters. His fingers returned to them, caressing, fondling, and teasing as they went.
They were on her bed now. She was all over him, her hands finding their way around him and claiming him through the fabric of his clothes. Then she found her way to the buttons on his shirt and suddenly he was exposed also. Once his shirt was off, she worked her way under his undershirt and it came off too. Her eyes widened at the sight of his chest. Sheepishly he groaned. "I warned you," he said. Smiling she whispered wickedly, "looks damned fine to me….very fine indeed."
As she ran her fingers through his mat of chest hair, she wondered how much his years of hockey had contributed to the muscles that still rippled when he moved. His build was deceiving, she had always known that. Being shorter than most men and having a muscular chest had given him the appearance of being overweight at first glance. But having seen him in shirt sleeves or in polos so many times, she had guessed at what was beneath. Now she was getting to sample his offering. For awhile, he had threatened to have a beer gut, but all evidence of that was gone now. As her hands moved across his chest, she felt him tighten in response. Her hands were having the same effect on him that his hands had on her. A glance down his torso confirmed that he was feeling as hungry as she. Their craving was not food for the body, however, but the warmth and comfort of another human being.
Their lovemaking continued, each exploring and delighting in the other. Several times they brought one another to the brink, only to slow the pace and let things cool a bit before building more fire. Karen was amazed by his care as he made his way around her body. He seemed to pick up on every nuance, finding what pleased her and what didn't. Sex with her husband had been all about him; pleasing him, fulfilling his fantasies, meeting his needs. In Jim, she had found a partner that seemed only interested in her wants and desires. Without her ever saying a word, he discovered her hot spots and her cool ones. He used both to tantalize her, sending shivers and spasms through her with his touch. She had always believed that Jim could be a passionate man; she had never suspected his power as a lover. Trying to focus on his pleasure, her hands and lips travelled over him, yet she found that she couldn't concentrate on him. His attention to her was intoxicating, provoking sensations that she didn't know she could feel and clouding her mind in an erotic fog. Finally she quit trying and laid there on the bed, a willing slave to his methods. As she gave in to him, her body took on a mind of its own, wiggling and squirming, rising and undulating, needing him.
His sybaritic voice cut its way through her concupiscence, "Baby, please…"
She focused on his face long enough to see that he was a little embarrassed. Shooting him a questioning look, she asked him what he needed.
"Uh….as hot as you are, the little guy needs a little help." His embarrassment was complete but she understood what he was asking for. Just as she needed more stimulation as she got older, so did he. Her hand found his 'little guy,' a gross misrepresentation she thought. There was nothing little about him, even at half mast. His cock sprang to life at her touch and she relished the feel of him in her hand. As she fondled and stroked, his tool grew in all directions until he was hard as a rock. A strong impulse drove her down to his head, where her lips tasted his manhood. His response was immediate and intense as he moaned and clenched the sheets in delirium.
Jim was close to exploding and was fighting to hang in there a little longer. It had been so long though and what she was doing with her tongue was creating a wonderful insanity in his blood. Unable to hold on any longer, a primal instinct took hold as he reached for her and rolled her onto her back. Instantly he was over her, attacking her with his mouth, his cock hovering over his intended target. As he kissed her a hand found its way to her breast and he relished to feel of her between his fingers. Her hips rocked as she raised herself toward him; the tip of his cock found its way into her valley of passion and slid inside her. Her walls responded immediately and he felt her quiver as he made his way deeper inside.
Just his entry had Karen on the verge of exploding. As he made his way inside, every nerve ending along the way responded, sending waves of delight through her. He was hard and huge and she began to twitch inside with anticipation. Finally he was all the way in and began to stroke. The feel of him against her inner walls, sliding in and out, sent her flying. Her blood was boiling and she her body was on fire. As his pace quickened, her movements fell into sync with his. Panting, sweating, moaning, they climbed higher and higher. Greed was born within her as she craved more and more, grasping at his hips, his back….clawing, pushing, forcing him deeper and deeper. And then it happened. Ecstasy erupted.
The fireworks inside her head were astounding, followed by the searing white heat of climax. Her inner muscles danced and clinched uncontrollably until they were spent and yet, they still quivered and trembled. She had felt his explosion also. His shot sent tiny little rockets into her, adding to her own pleasure. And he too continued in the rhythm of their dance, even after he had little to work with. Their pleasure was immense….and complete. He rolled off to her side, lethargically holding her and sighing. She felt his contentment and was pleased. He had enjoyed it as much as she. Remaining like that awhile, sleep overtook them. After several hours of erotic play, their bodies needed rest.
Jim woke to a sore shoulder. He didn't want to wake Karen, but he had to move because the pain was increasing. Gently, he slid away from her but the motion woke her anyway. Moaning contentedly, she smiled. "Jim?"
"Sorry….had to move….my shoulder was beginning to ache."
"Mmmm," she sighed. "It's okay."
He rolled onto his side, smiling at her and enjoying her closeness. "You…um….are you okay?"
A coy expression formed on her face as she responded. "That was….amazing. You are….wow, such a fantastic lover. You must have women beating down your door to be with you."
Jim chuckled. "Not really…and I'm glad you enjoyed, but I'd hardly call myself amazing."
"Well, I think you are."
They lay there, enjoying the companionship and warmth. Finally she had to make a trip to the bathroom. He watched her as she made her way across the room, wondering why he had been reluctant last night. He wasn't fooling himself; this wasn't love….at least not yet. Maybe not ever. But it felt good….it was the best New Year's Eve he'd had in years.
She returned to the bed and seemed to sense his feelings. "Jim, I um….I mean, we really haven't even seen each other for a long time and well, I think maybe I kind of twisted your arm to make you stay last night. I just want you to know that…"
He interrupted her. "Look Karen, I'm not very good at relationships. I gave up trying long ago. But I am glad you twisted my arm. I just can't commit to something that this isn't….you understand?"
"I do. I'm not sure I am ready for anything more than this is right now anyway. I mean, with Mike and all…I need time to, I don't know, sort things out. But…. We have each other's phone numbers. Maybe…if things are too rough or if one of us needs a little companionship…."
"Yeah, I like the sound of that. I like that just fine."
Her eyes began to twinkle. "So…a little more companionship before breakfast?"
A mischievous grin erupted on his face as he answered. " Oh yeah….and by the way, Happy New Year."
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