Chapter 7

An Appreciation of Art

We both laughed and then he bent down. It's amazing what goes through your mind when you're about to kiss someone for the first time. I hope my breath is fresh enough, I hope his breath is fresh enough, I hope I'm not sweating, I hope I smell okay, I wonder if he's going to slip me his tongue, wow what blue eyes, I hope I don't disappoint him. I didn't dare open the gate to hear the cacophony of his thoughts. I was already tensing up.

His lips connected and I could feel the stubble of his beard, the softness of his lips, the taste of mustard from his sandwich when his tongue slipped through my lips. I wanted to open the gate, find out what I tasted like, but I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. The kiss didn't last too long because the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

We walked down the hall, me straggling behind, holding his hand like a little girl. I thought he was walking pretty fast for someone with a cane. We reached his room and he slipped the card through the reader. It was red! He did it again, Red again! He looked up and shook his head. We went down one more door.

"That was Wilson's room. I don't know what I was thinking."

I can tell what you're thinking and we better both slow down or this is going to be quick.

We walked inside and I went straight to the window. The harbor view of the San Diego-Coronado Bay Bridge was lovely. The Yachts and sailboats docked below us gave the whole scene the feeling of something out of a James Bond movie. I turned and he was sitting up on the bed, his back to the headboard, shoes resting on the deep blue duvet.

I walked over as he scooted over to the middle of the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I swung my feet up and sat next to him. He pointed up, over the bed. Looking up, I saw that there was nothing hanging above it, no Renoir.

He furred his brow, "It's minimalistic, don't you think?"

I nodded and we both laughed. He didn't move. For all his bravado, he seemed very shy about getting this going. I cheated again and read his mind. I almost broke out laughing. Greg was imagining starting at my knee, then he decided to start at my blouse and then he gave up, imagining me being the one to jump him.

I got up on my knees and turned to face him. "Can I show you something?"

"If it has anything to do with the view of the harbor, forget it, Furey has described every vessel, landmark and edifice in a hundred miles."

I simply started to undo my peasant blouse. I pulled it off, letting him have a good look at what was ahead. I had on my white lace demi-bra with black velvet trim. My breasts bubbled up, almost spilling over. I was hit with a blast of sexual energy from him. I knew without even touching him that he was already hard.

"Well, I guess there are some landmarks he hasn't described. I'd like to have a look at those peaks if that's okay with you?"

I reached behind and undid my bra, pulling my straps down the length of my arms.

He took a deep breath as he opened his mouth seductively. He reached out and cupped my breast, leaning forward to kiss the top of it. He wanted to suck them, but he pulled his mouth up to mine instead. As his wet tongue explored my mouth, I felt his hand brush my nipples. I reached out and together we took off his shirt and t-shirt. I stood up and took off my skirt while he took off his shoes and trousers. After climbing back in bed, he pulled my panties down and then kissed my mound, nuzzling the hair and kissing the folds between my legs.

I stroked his hair as he played between my legs, kissing and blowing. He looked up and said very softly, "I need to grab a condom, I'll be right back."

I nodded. He jumped up and I smiled when I saw his hard on sticking out of his boxers. He went to the bathroom and brought back a condom, holding it up as if it were a prized catch. He dropped his boxers and I smiled appreciatively at how hard he was. He grinned and put his hands on his hips to display his erection in profile. I giggled as he flexed his muscles and pretended to be Mr. Universe with a hard on.

I had turned on my stomach, kicking my legs playfully in the air. Greg reached over and stroked my ass with his long slender fingers. I immediately received an image of him mounting me from behind. I wanted to see his eyes when we screwed the first time, so I quickly turned over and rose up on my elbows seductively. His mental image quickly changed to missionary style.

Greg kissed my thigh, his beard scratchy and his lips soft on skin. I was breathing in short gasps as he continued kissing up my stomach, my breast bone, and finally my lips. Climbing on top of me, he took both my wrists in his left hand and pinned my arms down. He looked deep into my eyes, giving me a deep kiss with his wet and warm tongue. His hand felt up my thigh and found the folds between my legs. He slipped his index finger between the folds to find my clitoris.

"You're really wet."

"It's been awhile."

Greg nodded, "I know what you mean." We kissed again, his mouth open, tongue wrapping around mine. He pulled back a little, "Damn, you're so wet; it's so hot."

My voice was husky from the excitement, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to slip inside of you and screw you until you beg me to stop."

My breath caught, I had just gone over the edge, I wanted him badly. He pushed my legs open with his knee. I took the condom and dressed him. He felt between my legs and then guided himself to the entrance, pausing, rubbing me with the tip of his erection. I was so close to coming I was holding my breath. He pushed a few inches inside and stopped while he sucked my nipples hard, occasionally flicking his tongue against them. His hand was cupped around my breast, stroking it slowly as he sucked.

I wanted to feel him completely inside, filling me. I pushed my hips up, engulfing him. I heard his gasp and then he held his breath. He started slipping out and then in, over and over, slowly at first. His eyes were looking first at where we were joined and then into my eyes. I felt so connected to him. He looked back down as he continued to thrust. I lifted up and we kissed.

Greg reached under my knee, pulling it up. His thrusts became deeper, faster. I could smell his musk and our sweat mingling. Between the sounds of our breath, the soft moans, the feel of him inside of me, I was feeling my thighs tighten. My muscles clamped down around him. I felt him shudder, the thrusts shortened, accompanied by several low grunts. I knew he was coming; the last thrust was hard and deep. He collapsed on me, releasing his breath, completely spent. He was still slightly erect and still inside of me. He reached between my legs and rubbed me. It took very little touching to make me come. My muscles contracted from my womb down to my vagina, clamping around Greg.

He lifted up and looked down at me, watching; but I couldn't say anything. My face, my vagina, my toes, were all contracting from the pleasure pulsating through my body. I cried out. He had harden a little and used his renewed excitement to thrust inside me, increasing the intensity of the orgasm. I pushed my head back into the pillow and closed my eyes as my entire body shook. When the waves subsided, I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. Greg kissed me on my lips as he pulled slowly out of me.

I couldn't say anything. I turned on my side and faced him, letting him slip his arm under me so that I could rest my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

"Your hair smells like coconut."

I looked up at him, "It's my shampoo. Do you like coconut?"

He nodded and kissed the top of my head again. I felt a gentleness; a sweet feeling of genuine fondness as I reached my arm across his chest and hugged him. He closed his eyes. A few minutes later he opened them, kissed me on my forehead and started to pull his arm out from under me, "Let me get rid of this." He nodded towards the used condom. I lay back down as he got up and went to the restroom. I heard a tinkling, the flush of the toilet and then the sound of water in the sink. I looked up as he limped quickly back to bed. I could sense that he wanted the same thing that I did, to just hold each other and snuggle. He turned on his side to face me, gave me a peck on the lips and reached over me to pull me closer. We both fell asleep for half an hour. When we woke up we agreed on a shower. After I managed to get the water temperature just right, he slipped in behind me, the water spilling down over us.

I could see that he was thinking about shower sex. I turned around to him. His eyes immediately dropped down to my breasts as both his hands reached up, "These are absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you."

He wiggled his eyebrows and I could hear him wondering how to suggest that I bend over for sex. I giggled and saw the puzzled look on his face. He didn't know why I was giggling.

I touched his cheek, "I was thinking that we might try it from behind."

He grinned, turned me and then pushed me over at the waist. His leg pushed my legs apart and I braced myself against the tile. Wrapping himself around me, he penetrated me over and over, harder and harder. He was passionate and forceful, rubbing me and pinning me so that I couldn't move. I heard him cry out and I started coming too. We were moaning together. Leaning over on my back after it was over, he was trying to get his breath, but started laughing. I joined him and marveled at the fact that I had screwed a man twice in one hour, something I hadn't done for a long time.

When it was over, we climbed out of the shower and dried off. As I dressed, he swatted me on the butt with a towel.

"Ow!"

He grabbed me and whipped me into his arms, "You know, I'll be here for a few more days. Why don't you come up tomorrow night for dinner with my Mom?"

"Don't you think your mother should be the one to extend the invitation?"

"She'll just be happy that I haven't gone gay."

"Thank you, but I wouldn't feel comfortable unless your mother extended the invitation."

Greg picked up his cell phone.

I tried to swat him, "Greg! Don't put her on the spot!"

He held the phone away from me as I danced around him, trying to swat it out of his hand.

"Mom?" He swatted my hand back. "I'd like to bring someone home for dinner tomorrow night." He paused, "Yes, a woman." He crossed his eyes at me and grinned, "Auri...I met her yesterday...Yeah, it's quick, but she insisted on meeting you, what can I say?"

"Don't say that!" I yelled, knowing she would hear me.

"That? That was the television." He walked to the window. "Okay, that was her. She and Furey have become good friends." He paused again. "Uh, where is she from? Vulcan. I think she's Vulcan. She looks a little green." Greg smiled, "Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow Mom...yeah, I love you too." He hung up the phone. "Six o'clock. We're having dinner tomorrow at six and you're the guest of honor."

I could feel his mother's confusion and annoyance at her son. But she was also curious and somewhat excited. She really wanted him to be happy, her grandson too. She wanted to know if I could fill Teagan's shoes. I doubted it.

We made the bed and then lay down and watched television until it was time to go get Furey. Walking over to the convention center, we sometimes stopped to kiss like teenagers. Furey smiled when he saw his Dad and me holding hands. We all went to the Trek Ten Forward party and then they walked me to my car. I gave both Greg and Furey a kiss goodnight.

My dad likes you a lot. He's happy.

Well he might like me, but he really loves you.

Furey grinned. I know. He waved good night to me.