Chapter 2

Lester's POV

Stephanie latched on to me this morning and rode me like a stud horse. Man, the way she abandons her inhibitions when she lets herself go. What I could teach that woman, damn. She would come to me soon and I would help her. My biggest problem was not falling head over heels for her. God she was beautiful when she climaxed. She doesn't know what her responsive body is capable of, but I can teach her.

When I came out to the kitchen she had put some pastries on the table and pointed to the coffee.

I grabbed a cup and sat down and grinned at her.

"Forget about this morning Lester. That's the best thing for both of us."

"Steph, you don't even know what the best thing for you is yet. Let me know when you're ready. I promise you won't be sorry. Contrary to what you might believe, I really don't kiss and tell." I winked and got up and walked out the door.

I knew she was looking at my ass again and I grinned as I left her apartment.

Stephanie's POV

I was back at my job at Rangeman again, fiddling with a paperclip, waiting for a search to finish. How exciting was my life these days? Answer: Not. Bobby Brown had come over to ask me a question and I was half leaning out of my cubby with my chin in my hand watching his fine ass walk away when someone cleared his throat.

I turned to see a large, handsome, half naked physique staring at me and grinning. "Did you see something you like beautiful?"

Dammit, I couldn't help it. I wasn't consuming enough sugar. I licked my lips. "I need more sugar," I mumbled. He leaned down and took my mouth in a big sloppy kiss and swept his tongue across my lips as he released me.

"There you go beautiful." He winked. "Not that kind of sugar Lester!" But I grinned at him and those killer dimples.

"I'm coming over tonight at 1900 hours. Be prepared," Lester said.

"A movie night?" He shook his head no and wolf grinned. "Oh boy!"

I didn't know what to expect but I showered, shaved, and exfoliated and then lotioned just in case. I tried to wax but ended up staggering around yelling and flinging curse words that would make a sailor blush. I was trying to go for the Brazilian, but when I looked down it was more like a crooked beaver tail. Shit, I'm gonna' have to leave this to the pros. I was just worried about getting caught with my thong in a twist. Now I was worried about getting caught without my thong trying to explain a friggin' crooked beaver tail on my doodah. Figuratively speaking that is.

I had just pulled my jeans on when the doorbell rang. I opened the door. He was in leather pants again with a t-shirt half hanging out of his pants. He had on low top leather boots and his pants were not tucked in. He was gorgeous. I think I was suddenly struck by a brain fart; any sane conscious thought flew out my ears and I was just left staring at his crotch.

He took his finger and pulled my chin up to look at his face. "Do you want me to help you? Do you want to learn?" he asked softly. I nodded and shivered at the way he said that. "Lester?"

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and sat down in my chair.

"To make you more comfortable, change into a skirt then come back here." Oh help me, I did what he said and I did it fast.

When I got back into the room, he motioned for me to come close.

"Do you trust me Steph?" I nodded. "I want you to do everything that I tell you to do and it will be worth it."

"Reach under your skirt and take your panties off slowly." Omigod! His voice had changed. It was lower, seductive and demanding.

I did what he said and stepped out of my thong.

"Give them to me," he said. I handed the thong to him.

"Sit on my lap with your back to me and pull your skirt up to your hips."

My mind was working furiously. I should have been worried about what he was going to do but what I thought was, okay so if I sit my back to his front then he won't see my crooked beaver.

I heard Lester chuckle. "Did you just say something about your crooked beaver?"

"NO! I didn't say anything," I snorted.

"On my lap, Steph." This new Lester gave me the shivers but, oh boy I obeyed. "I want you to spread your legs over my thighs and then lock your feet around my calves." He had not touched me yet. I did everything he said and my body was already humming just at his voice and his sensual commands. I was shaking now.

For the first contact, he leaned his face against mine. He whispered, "Stephanie close your eyes and relax. Start with relaxing your head against mine and then move to your neck and your shoulders and your chest and I want you to keep going until you reach your toes."

I did as he said, one part of my body at a time, and by the time I reached my toes I was limp.

One finger touched the inside of my knee and began soft slow circles up the inside of my leg. I was drenched by the time he got close to my doodah. Then he moved the finger to the other knee and began the upward lazy circles again. By the time he was almost there again my legs were vibrating and I was breathing harder. When I opened my mouth to beg, he said "Shh, wait for it."

He moved the finger to my sensitive lips and circled them very slowly, not touching my swollen nub.

He took the finger and lapped up some of my juices and I nearly came off his lap. He whispered, "Easy, you're almost ready."

Then he touched my nub and I moaned. He didn't move his finger for a minute. My imagination was going crazy, he had barely touched me and I felt an orgasm coming; a big orgasm.

Then he gently put pressure against me, "Come for me now." I exploded and gasped and he slowly rubbed me until my spasms stopped and I went limp against him.

Lester unwrapped my legs, put my knees together, and pulled me sideways on his lap. Then, in typical Lester style, he took that finger he had just pleasured me with and stuck it in his mouth and sucked on it. He grinned and said, "Yum!"

I looked at his face. "How did you do that? Who is that other guy? Where did you learn that? When I picture you with women, I picture you holding a woman over a car in a parking lot going at it doggie style. Not that!"

He beamed, "Oh, I do that too. Basically, I like to fuck and I like women. I learned how to pleasure myself and my partners from the best. I know every erogenous zone in the male and female body and I know how to use them. You can have an orgasm from simply using your imagination. I stimulated you through mostly your mind and my voice. Did I do good?"

"Jeez Les, I gotta' say I've never had an experience like that. I never felt you get…aroused. How did you do that?"

"Control. Believe it or not gorgeous I've got some. I can help you any time and there is variety to that technique."

"I guess I should say thank you then. You know this is not normal Les and if anyone knew…"

"Stephanie, what exactly is normal? You think that two people that care about one another can't satisfy each other? You loved two men at one time, right? That's not normal to some people. I talk the talk with the guys, but I never kiss and tell Steph. They don't know this side of me. How can you have a trusting relationship with that attitude? The rewards come with absolute trust. My friendship comes with benefits," he winked.

I winced. "I'm sorry. I guess you're right. I do trust you. Thank you for tonight."

"Thank you for letting me. You feel good, like silk. I enjoyed myself. I don't want you to feel guilty. I love you and if Ranger continues to fuck up I'm going to be throwing my whole pleasure arsenal at you until you're mine." Then he handed me my thong.

"Oh Boy!" Then I felt him getting hard. "I thought you could control that?"

"I'm done. I just needed to control it through that exercise," he wiggled his finger.

I put my hands on his face and kissed him. "Are we going to hurt our friendship? I don't want to lose anyone else I care about." Tears started trickling down my face.

He hugged me. "Don't cry Steph. We'll just take this one step and one day at a time. There is a lot that we can give each other. No shame ever."

Lester's POV

My God! I'm the master of control when it comes to the bedroom and handling a woman. I can get a woman to do anything I ask and that is a fact. This encounter almost broke me.

I knew she would come to me. I know Steph. She wears her thoughts and her feelings on her face and in her eyes. She gave herself into my care with abandon. She gave in to her pleasure with abandon. The sounds she makes, the feel of her like silk, how wet she had become for me. I was barely able to control my arousal. I wanted to take her to the bed and fuck her for real. I wanted to drink her juices and sink my cock in her and lose myself in her.

Damn, if I didn't control it I would be in love with her. Although I assured her that we would be okay, I wasn't sure of myself anymore. I wanted her to be mine. Do I selfishly take what she gives right now and accept what happens? My plans could be ruined if I didn't focus.

I took her face in my hands and gently kissed her sweet lips.

"See you tomorrow Steph." I got up and walked out the door.

TBC