Chapter 3

They had said goodnight and he had watched her walk away. He was anxious as he watched her and her uncle disappear into the night. He should have gotten her information. What if she changed her mind and didn't call him tomorrow? He started to get up and follow them and then he realized he was still elongated and hard. The woman still had him pouring blood into his dick! What was it about Olivia Pope that had him acting so out of character? Yes, she was beautiful. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. However, he was a grown man and he had learned to control his lust years ago or so he thought!

He had showered and changed clothes earlier when he left the bar. He was now sporting a polo and some khakis but he was tented and he knew based on where he had taken their first real conversation, sex was deeply on his mind. He wasn't a pervert. It had been almost twenty years since he'd been unable to control his desire for someone. He wasn't a fifteen-year-old virgin anymore. He had that first summer to hone his skills and he had never looked back. He wasn't irresponsible but he enjoyed sex. Back in the states when he found a willing partner that he found to be disease free, that he found desirable, and they were amenable to no strings attached; he pulled a pack of magnums from his locked glove compartment and went for it.

When he had his first taste of a woman, he had been fifteen. Jennie next door was several years older than he was. Their families were friendly. He and Jennie were friendly. They had been neighbors for over ten years. He was little more than a toddler and she was a little girl with pigtails when they first met. The two families often had shared meals over the years. They had grown up as friends on the block. Jennie came home from college after her freshman year and started ogling him from her bedroom window as he swam in his family pool. He swam everyday weather permitted. He had made the high school swim team. He knew she was watching because she always waved. One late night he was doing the morning laps he had missed. His finished his laps and came out of the water. He looked up and there she was bare-assed naked parading in her bedroom window. When she had his full attention she pressed her large breasts up against the window. Jennie wasn't playing that day. She had a phone in her hand and she was pointing to it. Intrigued and horny as hell he had walked over to his pool house just as the phone started to ring. "Meet me at my pool house Fitz."

Whatever her motivation she was sexy as hell and she had chosen him to be her fuck-mate that summer. Once they had that first encounter, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. No matter where he saw her, he would automatically harden. To a degree it was embarrassing having to leave the dinner table because her hand was on his crotch or they would be simply sitting around and Jennie would open her legs and show him her uncovered bush. She did these things right in front of their families. Jennie thought it was cute and funny all that lust he had for her. If he remembered right, they had sex for almost every night for three months except when she had "the flow" as she called it. She would call him and say I'm in the pool house. He would race right over. He never asked Jennie how she knew so much about sex. He simply did whatever she wanted and she would reciprocate. Jennie had been his condom inspiration. Her locker in the pool house was filled with them! That summer had been great. It was a sweet deal the education he received in that pool house.

Now he sat in the Cayman Islands in a pool bar hard as stone because of this woman he had just met! He needed to get a grip. He wasn't a teenage boy. He was a grown man that didn't behave this way. Over the years he had seen many women that enticed him but the evidence of his desire didn't manifest itself until they were in the proper setting. This wasn't the proper setting. He signaled the waiter. He ordered a scotch on the rocks. He sipped down the first one and had another. He still had Olivia Pope on his brain. He was imagining what she looked like naked and it was only intensifying his erection. He readjusted himself for the fourth time. He then got up and walked gingerly to the elevator and later to his suite of rooms. He was in one of the three penthouses in the resort by the way. He had been used to the good life since before his family moved from Jennie and Seneca Street. As far as he could remember his family had always had money.

He had left the family mansion after securing the suite here. Little did he know that a life-changing event was going to happen but it had. He had met someone and he had been knocked off of his feet. He had met a woman and he was totally what? He wasn't sure. Love at first sight was said to be a proven phenomenon but he wasn't convinced he was madly in love with Olivia Pope. Maybe in lust, but in love he was doubtful. He was frantic right now because he had been in such a trance that he had let her walk from his life without acquiring her information. Of course, if he didn't hear from her tomorrow "bright and early" he would simply call Edward that ran company security and have him find her. Like he said he had always been rich and he was able to do things that rich men did. He was going to see Olivia Pope again.

Meanwhile Olivia Pope was sitting in Uncle Jim's office going through for lack of a better word, an interrogation. She felt like she was on trial. She was a grown human that had sat down with another grown human. That human was of the opposite sex. She was attracted to him most definitely! Now she knew for sure she was indeed attracted to the opposite sex. These couple of years with Peter had her wondering. Like she said, she had been going through the motions with the man but her heart wasn't in it. And she sure as hell had never considered going to bed with him and they had been playing their game for a while. Her relationship with Peter had been tedious and without merit, they were done.

As she was telling Uncle Jim, she had met the guy at the pool and they had a conversation. They were continuing the conversation after she got off duty. They weren't talking about anything in particular. Why then was he holding her hand so intimately, her uncle had asked? Why were they in the most secluded area of the bar? She supposedly had a boyfriend, didn't she? Was she really attracted to that guy; he was different? Didn't she know her father was going to have a chicken-fit when he found out? Her mother was going to need a straight-out hospitalization. And the boy was white! She wasn't blind Uncle. She knew what color he was. And the boy wasn't a boy, he was a man. So, what if he was of a different race. This was 2021, wasn't it? What type of man black or white secluded himself with a woman he just met in a darkened corner if he was up to any good, Uncle Jim had asked?

Uncle Jim was speaking his mind and she knew he was right about some things. Her family had never really seen her out of the elements of this Island. She was a different person outside of these elements and she embraced all people. It was true though that her first full infatuation was bound to raise eyebrows. Nonetheless she was prepared to answer their questions and put them at ease. She was going to have to do so because she intended to pursue whatever this was erupting between her and Fitzgerald Grant. She intended to call him "bright and early."

"Uncle Jim aka Perry Mason slow down a bit. I just met the man about six hours ago. We talked at the pool and then we were talking at the bar. We are both adults free to follow a path of our choosing. I like the "boy" who is a man by the way Uncle. We have done nothing wrong by carrying on two conversations. Peter and I are friends, nothing more. I can befriend whomever I choose. After next semester I will be on my own totally making my own decisions. I will choose where I want to do my internship and pray for acceptance. During residency I will make a final decision on specialization. In short, I'm grown Uncle. As in life, I will choose my own mate! You know that and so does my parents. I'm on a personal journey and I may make mistakes but you, Mom, and Dad will have to let me make them. Any more questions? If not call the family back and let them know I'm on the way."

Uncle Jim was a rich man and he had an enormous house on the hill. Her family didn't. Her family was well off, though not super rich like Uncle Jim. Her father was a doctor a very good one. He could have moved his family to the states and obtained over the top financial security. After finishing Medical School in the States, he came back to the Caymans to practice medicine. It was his goal. It wasn't hers. She was going to apply to practice in the US. The best doctors and the best hospitals were there. She intended to work with the best. If she did what she was supposed to do, she would get her visa and begin her life in the US.

"All I'm trying to say Olivia is be careful. These people from the US are a different breed especially those like Grant. And not to be blunt or racist which I'm not, you've seen how they act when they come here. They can't be trusted! You are one of the gems of this island. You are the best of us. Your momma, your daddy, and I; we only want the best for you."

"Uncle, no you aren't racist and you know foolishness and evil is part of all races. Look it's not as if I'm going to marry the man. I like him and I'm attracted to him. He's going to be in town for ten more days. I was simply agreeing to spent some time with him. I wanted to show him the sights. He seemed genuinely interested in our culture. You are blowing this all out of proportion. And for goodness' sake, when you report back to Daddy don't tell him I was holding hands with the man in a corner. Also, if possible, I'd like to tell them myself that I'm seeing a man of the opposite race."

"You are good and grown Olivia. I would never without cause interfere in your life. I did jump the gun a little I suppose. I called your daddy and said some things. I thought that you and Peter Hansen were serious."

"It isn't. Thanks for your concern though. Uncle, what room is Mr. Fitzgerald in. I plan to call him tomorrow morning?"

"Mr. Grant is in the Presidential Suite."

"The Presidential Suite?"

"Yes, the President Suite. He paid with an AMX Black Card. I'm just saying people with those cards like to play and they have been known to use people. I don't want to see you hurt Olivia. And I don't particularly like prison, it's harsh." Uncle Jim, her rich as can be god-parent was now an upstanding member of the community but he wasn't always.

"Uncle you have that same card and I can trust you. I can take care of myself I assure you. I'll see you on Saturday if not before."

Fitzgerald Grant had a Black American Express card? So, he was that rich? Was it family money or had he acquired his own riches? She had planned to google him anyway. She would've found out he was rich. It doesn't matter she was still going to pursue this thing between them. What she was feeling was something she couldn't simply ignore. She was big girl and sometimes even big girls made mistakes. She was going to see this thing out to its ten-day conclusion. Who was to say where it would go? Maybe this sexual heat she was feeling would die out as fast as it ignited. She wasn't going to deny what she was feeling. It was intense and it was real!

All during that little convo with Uncle Jim she was wandering about Fitzgerald Grant. In her heart she knew if this hadn't been her uncle's establishment she may not have hesitated to go with the man to his room. Security whom she all knew or her uncle himself might have seen her go into his room. She wasn't ready for that type of scrutiny!

Yes, she had known that she wanted him to touch her intimately. Her entire body still felt hot and she knew it wasn't from the Caribbean heat. If she had followed her swiftly beating heart and the sexual urge she had felt with the man, by now her virginity may have been history! Yes, she was that much in a trance and for that particular man. He mesmerized her. She could imagine herself lying in his arms kissing him fervently. Did she really want to share intimacy with him? Would she be hesitant to touch him? Somehow she didn't think so. Her actions with Peter for the most part repulsed her but she had done it anyway? She hadn't been repulsed at all when Fitzgerald Grant had held her hand. Olivia got in her car and drove home.

Her family lived in a large modest home in the hills. It spoke volumes their home. It was the type of home a prestigious doctor would have. They lived a certain lifestyle here in the Caymans. They weren't the richest of the rich but they had money and investments. Olivia's mother didn't work even though she had degree and had once been in the workforce. Her husband preferred that she stay at home and raise their family. Her mother had done exactly what her husband preferred. That was what a lot of women in her mother's set did, whatever their husbands wanted! The Popes lived amongst the elite on the island. Her father was one of the most respected and beloved men she knew.

Her father had gone to America, completed his education, and come back home. He had married his childhood sweetheart that had patiently awaited his return. Many had tried to turn the head of beautiful Tessa Andrea Adderley but she had waited for Thomas Wesley Pope. He had returned home and claimed her. As her mother liked to say, Thomas had claimed her with her maidenhead intact. It was a fairytale romance for sure and Olivia believed her father loved and was devoted to her mother. However, he was apparently sexually incomplete without outside affairs. If he put out a line and someone nibbled, he pulled her in and fucked her. Tessa accepted her flawed cheating husband and kept smiling in public.

Olivia didn't want a flawed cheating husband nor did she want to be a wife that was unfulfilled. Her own mother admitted that Thomas Pope was her only lover and she had never once pleasured herself. She had told Olivia that her "job" during sex had been to please her husband. For years she had and then when what she had given him wasn't enough, he had gone elsewhere. Tessa had accepted it. Olivia would not! Wasn't it a husband's "job" to please his wife as well? To Olivia's way of thinking her mother hadn't known what would please her own body because she entered into the marriage naïve. Tessa Pope had never even had an orgasm according to her. Pleasing her husband made her happy, that had been her sexual pleasure. Olivia cried bullshit! She wanted to know what sex was all about. If she knew, wouldn't she be better prepared for marriage? Women didn't expect virginity from their husbands why should husbands expect it from their wives?

Peter was pleased she was still a virgin. He had told her so many times, yet he was constantly trying to deflower her while encouraging her to do other intimate things with him. It was a backward culture Olivia knew that. She also knew that eventually she would break from it. Peter was not her heart's desire. It was why she had mostly rebuffed his advances and he had gotten no further than he had. Was Fitzgerald Grant her heart's desire? She would never know unless she bent a little to see. If it wasn't right, she would know. Right now, thinking about him made her grow warm inside. Her vagina was involuntarily clasping its walls together. She touched her nipples they were hard again. Her breathing wasn't normal at all. By the time she arrived home he was afraid to face her family. Her skin felt warm and flushed. Her nares were flaring. She suspected she appeared like a mare in heat. Dammit, she needed to get it together. He father was a doctor and a man of the world. It was possible he would sense her distraction.

She pulled in the driveway and more than the auxiliary lights came on. The lights came on around the house. She could see that her father stood in the doorway at the top of all those steps leading to the main house. Her body was still on fire. She felt as if she had been scorched and not from the Caribbean heat. Knowing that she was facing more questions from her father obviously cooled the heat. She didn't have time for this. Her body has been on fire and she thought to douse it tonight. Her father by turning on the lights had signaled he wanted to talk to her. She walked into the house. Her father embraced her.

"Olivia, we know you are a grown woman but we worry about you. All these visitors on the Island from cruise ships and god knows where, some of them probably known criminals, you have to be careful. We knew you weren't seeing Peter tonight so we were expecting you to come home after your stint at the pool. Your mother was worried sick."

"Dad, I'm sorry to have worried you. I met a man at the pool today and we started a conversation. We continued it after work. I simply sat with the man in the bar. Contrary to what Uncle Jim may have told you we weren't in a corner making out. We were talking is all. I've decided to show him our island and spent some time with him. It doesn't mean a whole lot, other than I found the man likeable and would like to spent some time with him."

"What about Peter?"

"What about Peter? He's a man I'm dating. We aren't married. We aren't even engaged. Peter is free to do as he pleases and he does. And contrary to popular belief, so can I. Peter Hansen doesn't own me! I'm tired Dad. I will talk to you about this tomorrow. I'm going to say goodnight to Mom and I'm heading down stairs. Goodnight."

Sure, enough her mother was wide awake. She was usually in bed by ten fast asleep. She had a worried look on her face. As she said she wasn't going to get into this tonight. The look she gave her mother cut off her apparent inquiry.

"Momma, I'm fine. I don't want to get into it right now. I told Daddy what happened ask him to explain it to you. We will talk tomorrow, I promise. Goodnight." She placed a light peck on her mother's cheek and left the room.

Her Dad was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her to come down. He wasn't pleased that she had been curt with him. Thomas Pope had ruled his home with an iron fist. She nor her brother had been abused but Thomas Pope's word was law. Olivia hadn't left the nest yet as her brother had done. She was on a career path that her father was familiar with. He had wanted her to stay at home as long as she would. When Olivia was at home the pervasive unhappiness that covered her mother wasn't present as much. Olivia took her mind off of her cheating husband. He was pleased that Olivia had moved into the Mother-in-law suite on the first floor and was calling it home. She usually entered on the ground floor. When her father flashed on the house lights, she knew he wanted to speak to her.

"Dad, let's talk tomorrow. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

She left him standing there and went down to her set of rooms. This place had been her Nana's until she died three years ago. Her Mother said Nana would want her to have it. It declared Olivia's independence from the family. She entertained her friends there, even Peter had been as far as the couch. As of this moment she knew he wouldn't get any farther than that!

Her place had a humongous kitchen that she rarely used. Olivia didn't cook. There was a beautiful adjoining great room. There was a huge master suite with a walk-in shower with jacuzzi, a second bedroom, a small laundry room, and a little powder room for guests. It was an amazing apartment and she didn't pay one cent for it. She knew she had a good life. Her education secured and paid for by her "rich" Uncle. She didn't have the usual worries of the typical college student or med student. She was grateful for her lot in life but she was a free spirit. She was going to live her life as she saw fit!

Through Uncle Jim and her father too, she knew how the rich and famous lived. It had floored her for a minute when she found out Fitzgerald Grant had a Black AMX card. The man was one of the very rich if he had that card. She would have to be careful. Even if she lost her virginity to him, she would have to guard her heart.

Thank goodness all that heat she was feeling throughout her body seemed to be gone. She felt normal at moment. It occurred to her that she was hungry. What could she eat fast and go to bed? She rarely kept anything edible at her place. She usually ate what meals she did eat with her mother and father. Sometimes she kept salad fixings in her frig for emergency meals. She knew her refrigerator was bare so what could she eat without going back upstairs? Her father was still up. Even though he had to be at the ED early tomorrow morning he was still up she could hear him pacing. He needed to let it go.

It wasn't any telling what Uncle Jim had told him before she told him to butt out. At any rate her father wouldn't dictate to her in this instance. She was going to see Fitzgerald Grant tomorrow! The chips! She remembered the chips and salsa she had bought for Darcie who was coming over on Friday night with chicken wings for their movie night. Hopefully it wasn't going to be porno night. With Darcie you never knew! She went to the cabinet to get the chips and salsa. She didn't particularly care for the stuff but she was hungry.

Olivia ate a half a bag of the things and most of the salsa. To add insult to injury she had flushed it all down with Coke. Another one of Darcie's bad habits. Finally, her hungry was quelled. She would need to hit her father's upstairs gym tomorrow morning to burn off those carbs before she met up with Fitzgerald. And she was going to meet up with him without a doubt. She was going to explore her attraction to the man!

Olivia undressed and headed to the beautiful double-headed walk-in shower. Right next to it was a beautiful jacuzzi. Nana had lived well when she was alive. Her place was popping. Olivia loved the place. Right now, she needed to get the salt water off of her. She had manned the saltwater pool last night. She had to get into the pool last night to remove trash and her feet still felt gritty even though she had rinsed them well before leaving the pool. Patrons had a tendency to go to the beach and then track back to the pool. She loved the beach for herself. For others making a mess, not so much.

She got in the shower rinsed off and soaped herself down and rinsed again. She had pinned her hair up tightly. She wasn't washing it tonight. It didn't get wet so she was good. She wanted Fitzgerald Grant to see the same thing he saw yesterday when he had seen her and wanted to take her to his bed. She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him. After her quick shower and her nightly regiment of creams and oils, she put on her jammies and went to her laptop. She turned it on and hit Google. She typed in Fitzgerald Grant and she began to read.

Fitzgerald Grant was the only son of billionaire mogul Fitzgerald Thomas Grant II. He was a born and bred Californian that now made his home in New York City. His mother was the academy award winning French actress Gabriella Garnier. Gabriella hadn't allowed marriage to end her career. She had made movies until she had become pregnant with her only child. She mothered and nurtured the child for six months and went back to work. She had won 2 Oscars one for acting and another for directing. She still acted occasionally but mostly she directed. Looks like her husband never insisted she give up her career. And in every photograph she saw of his parents, they seemed to have eyes only for each other. They had been married for forty years.

Fitzgerald Grant III, their only child, was thirty-six years old. He looked like a youngster when he smiled. She would have never though he was over thirty. He was thirteen years older than her. That meant there would be a generation gap between them. She would get an idea tomorrow if the age difference even mattered. It hadn't a few hours ago. They had made a connection.

She read about the family business that his grandfather had started all those years ago. Joseph Hiram Grant Sr. was the son of immigrants that started a business and watched it turn golden. Over the years he acquired the Midas touch and made a fortune. He now shared that fortune with his son and grandson. Olivia had known wealth but she had never known super wealth as in billionaire. Uncle Jim was a multi-millionaire but he was new money. The Grants were old money.

She read on about Fitzgerald Grand and his family. Google didn't mention any skeletons. She could dig deeper but did she really care? The here and now was her concern. She looked at picture after picture of Fitzgerald Grant III. He was so handsome. The pictures left her weak. He had been married for four years to the actress Margot Lily. They were divorced without children. She wondered why there weren't any children. Children were supposed to anchor a marriage she had been led to believe. And there was the alleged desire of most women to bear children. She had never been sure if it were truly a desire of hers or simply something that had been drilled into her psyche.

As she poured over yet another Grant article, for just a brief minute as clear as day an image of her holding a baby with startling blue eyes stared back at her. She laughed out loud. She had observed one too many pictures of Fitzgerald Grant. She had seen and read enough for now. As a student of Biology and sort of a woman of the world she had drawn at least two conclusions. Number one, the man that she was infatuated with was an international playboy and number two, he would be interested in an island girl like herself for one reason. She was sure she was a novelty to him. Well guess what? A twenty-three-year-old island girl that was a virgin would be interested in him for similar reasons. So, there was that! She turned off the laptop.

Olivia got into her bed it had been a long day. It had also been an intriguing one. She had met a man and for the first time in her life she had felt a spark of something. Exactly what it was she wasn't sure. She knew she was deeply interested and wanted to see what would transpire between them in the next week or so. She wasn't truly that anxious about it. She closed her eyes and there he was smiling at her. That image of him and a vivid recall of every word they had spoken to each other ran through her mind as she drifted into slumber.

Meanwhile in the Presidential Suite of one of the Cayman Islands most prestigious resorts a man had been pacing back and forth. He paced when he was anxious. Would she actually call him or would he have to track her down? One thing he did know for certain he would track her down if she didn't. He wanted, no; he had to see her again. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her. Images of her kept flashing through his head. She was smiling, she was sophisticated, and at times she was haughty. She reminded him of his mother. He liked her best with that beautiful smile on her face.

God, he had wanted to kiss her. One kiss may have sustained him through the night. If he could have held her body close to his. He had to stop this! He needed to go to bed and get some sleep. Maybe she had felt something too. She had let him hold her hand. As he held that hand a fire had ripped through his body. He had never known such heat or desire for a woman. At this very moment his sac had tightened again and he started to lengthen. Was this going to be his fate for the rest of his visit to this island, a perpetual hard-on for Olivia Pope? He had taken an ice-cold shower thirty minutes ago to put a damper on his lust. He was going to bed. He eased his naked body between the very expensive sheets. He knew his sheets. These had cost a fortune. They felt luxurious! Instinctively under the covers his hand closed around his rock-hard penis. He closed his eyes and there she was. No, he hadn't done that act since he was a teenage boy. He had promised himself never to be that desperate again. He closed his eyes and willed his erection to die!

Olivia was tossing and turning in her sleep. She was dreaming. Fitz was above her kissing her. His hands were everywhere. He had suckled at her breasts. He was touching her down there and she had felt heat infuse through her entire body. She was so hot! He had been pushing himself inside her and suddenly she awakened from the dream. Everything about the dream had been X-rated. Everything he had done to her had been unbelievably sensual. She had wanted him inside of her. She had been begging him to come inside of her. Apparently, the fact that she was begging (Olivia Pope didn't beg) had broken her out of her sexual haze and the dream. She sat up in the bed emotional and on edge. The dream had re-awakened the sexual desire she had felt earlier tonight. She needed release. She needed to erase the tension from her body so she could sleep. She had intended to do it anyway. It had been more than a week. She needed it!

It was dark of course. The pleasure that she took for herself was always done in darkness. It was a sin and she knew it but she had purchased the vibrator and used it anyway. She shimmed out of her bottoms and reached over in the darkness to her nightstand drawer. She knew the spot where she would find it. She reached in and retrieved the instrument. She knew exactly where the lube was as well. Even her practice of masturbation was orderly. The little light that flowed into her bedroom was enough to facilitate her actions.

For just a moment she held it in her hands and rubbed up and down the length of it. It had a soft velvety feel on the outside. It was malleable but it was the image of an erect penis. According to Darcie it was realistic enough. It only had to be erect and ready to serve its purpose. The silicone phallus had a bulbous head and imaginary veins running up and down its length. The base resembled a real scrotum. The on and off switch as well as the intensity level switch was embedded in the scrotum area. She peeled the top sheet off of her and laid back. She squeezed the necessary amount of lubricant out of the tube and rubbed it on the tip. Like she always did she placed it where she wanted it. She needed an orgasm right now! She turned it on waiting for the vibrations to stimulate her clitoris. She was waiting for her quick, efficient, and clinical release. It didn't happen and she knew why! She knew what she really wanted but that wasn't going to happen, at least not tonight. Could the images in her dream help her get where she wanted to go?

She closed her eyes and there he was looking down at her. Just like in her dream minutes ago, she envisioned his hands everywhere. The vision of their two naked bodies was vivid. He was making love to her. She felt a building intensity in her. Her body had never really engaged during this exercise but tonight she moved against and with the friction being produced by the vibrator. It was an out of this world feeling. Olivia was feeling she needed something more to push her over the edge. Did she dare? She did! Quickly she placed more lube on her battery-operated-boyfriend and eased the bulbous tip just inside her vaginal lips and held it there. Jesus, the feeling was incredible. She moved on it. Her body was in a frenzy trying to create the friction she needed to explode. The intensity level of the vibrator had never been past the first setting. She increased setting one level and then another. It was like she had entered another plane in this life. It felt incredible! Geezus! In her fantasy she was still looking into those eyes. She was making love with him!

Her orgasm hit her hard. Never had she ever experienced a climax like she was having at this moment. Her body literally lifted from the bed! Even then her reaction to it had been somewhat restrained even knowing she was alone. Never had she uttered a peep during orgasm. Right now at this moment she was moaning and groaning aloud. She could feel her inner walls contracting again and again. Even in the throes of unbelievable passion she held the devise right where it was until her body stopped its own vibrations. Only then did she turn off the device and remove it from her. Her breathing was uneven and short. At this point she was mindless, clutching the bedding with one hand and the other still held tightly to her B.O.B. So, Peter had gone to another place during orgasm. She wondered what was happening to him. Now she knew. When she could at last utter a sound, she said, "Shit that was awesome!" Darcie was right yet again. There was a big difference between a clitoral orgasm and a vaginal one. Every vital sign she had was elevated!

What would happen if she actually gathered up the nerve to really place the thing inside of her? She was afraid to know. She had to bite her lip just now to keep from screaming during that orgasm. She knew she was in that euphoric state that Darcie always talked about, the calm after the storm! Darcie had said that her self-induced-orgasms left her drained, weak, and without energy almost as much as her partner-initiated ones did. However according to Darcie there was nothing like a "fuck-induced" orgasm! Well then sign her up. Olivia Pope was ready for one. Just thinking about the man in her dreams had given her the most pleasurable sexual experience she had ever had in her life! She said his name out loud. "Fitz." And then she drifted into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Meanwhile back at the penthouse Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III had been awaken from his slumber. He had been dreaming of making love to Olivia Pope and the dream encounter had been all he had hoped it would. In the dream she had agreed to come up to his room and had willingly gotten into his bed. The foreplay and the mindboggling sex that followed had been the stuff of a fantasy dream come true. She had fulfilled his every wish and desire. He had been buried deeply inside her when her movements had driven him over the edge. Fitzgerald Grant III hadn't had a nocturnal emission or "wet dream" since he was a teen. He had cried out during his release. He was embarrassed, yet he felt overwhelmingly fulfilled. The tension he had in his body was gone. He got up and did a clean-up. He ditched the sheets, placed a blanket on the bed, and prepared to go back to sleep. Images of the dark-haired and caramel-colored woman that had so delighted him in his dreams filled his head. He smiled and said her name out loud. "Olivia." And then he drifted into a deep and satisfying sleep.