Fever

Chapter 31 Crystal

Crystal

I was sitting at the kitchen table, going over the minutes of a meeting, when Neville walked in.

I hadn’t really seen him much over the past week. It seemed as though when I was coming in he was going out.

There was always a delicious meal waiting for me, and in the three weeks he’d been at my place, I was sure I’d gained six pounds.

I’d been working hard at bringing the fantasies I was having about him to a halt.

It didn’t make any sense to me to keep thinking about him in that way, when it was clear he wasn’t interested.

I mean, at first, I thought he was. Well, with the dinners, the flowers, and the foot massages, and even the little notes he left me that he closed with x ’s and o ’s…

But now I knew that he was just being his sweet self. And besides, I doubted that he was going off sightseeing every evening. I was sure that what he was seeing was some beautiful woman.

“Hey, gal. Still working?” Neville said as he opened the refrigerator and peered in.

“Yeah, it seems like it never ends,” I said without even looking up at him.

“Hmm,” he said, and then I heard the fridge door close. “You need to take it a bit easier, you know. I think you need a vacation.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. It has been a while.”

“Too long from what I can see,” he said, and then his hands were kneading my shoulders. “You are so tense.”

I was tense. Bottled up, to be truthful. His fingers seemed to make magic as I felt my muscles become Jell-O beneath his touch.

He moved from my shoulders to the base of my neck.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, it does. Where did you learn how to do that?” I inquired, allowing my head to fall forward so that he could massage deeper.

“Ah, I am a man of many talents,” he breathed into my ear as he leaned down. His breath was minty-Scope-fresh!

“Yes, that’s what it seems.” I laughed. I was enjoying the massage, but my mind was still on work. Just when I was about to stop him and shoo him away, he made a tempting suggestion.

“If you’d like, I could do this to your whole body.”

Now there was an offer that I did not want to refuse. But as much as I wanted that man’s hands all over my body, I wanted everything that could come after that. And like I said, I just didn’t think he was into me like that.

“I don’t know, Neville. I have all this work to do,” I said, reaching for the papers strewn out on the table.

“Come on now. I will not take no for an answer,” he said, his hands under my armpits pulling me up from the chair.

“I’m ticklish!” I screamed, wiggling away from him.

“Now, you know you shouldn’t have told me that!” Neville laughed and began tickling me all over.

I got away from him and ran laughing through the apartment, with Neville close behind. We circled the couch, giggling like schoolchildren. It felt good to laugh like that!

Catching me, he pulled me down onto the couch and tickled me until there were tears in my eyes.

“Okay, okay, I can’t take much more, I’m going to piss on myself!” I wailed, fighting to get away from him.

He let me go, exclaiming, “No, don’t do that! Wouldn’t want you to ruin this beautiful sofa!”

I’d barely made it to the toilet before my urine started trickling out. Sitting there, I was struck with a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Neville yelled from the living room. “Can I see too?” he said, and I could tell he was grinning.

“Don’t you dare come in here!” I warned between bouts of laughter.

When I was done, I sauntered back into the living room with a huge grin planted across my face. Neville, who was seated on the couch, remote in hand flipping through the channels, turned and looked at me.

“Did you wash your hands, young lady?” Neville said in a gruff voice.

“Yes,” I said, holding up damp hands. “All clean!”

“Are you ready for your dessert, then?”

Where were we going with this? I didn’t know, but I continued to play along.

“Take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I blinked. “Take off my clothes?”

“Don’t talk back to me, young lady. Just do as I say!” he bellowed so loud that I jumped where I stood.

Was this a game? Was he serious? I wasn’t sure but turned and obediently went into my room.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, not knowing what I should do, I listened as the television went off and the stereo came on. I could hear him in the kitchen, doing something, but I didn’t know what.

Should I get up and lock the door? Call Geneva? Call the cops?

Suddenly he was at my doorway. “Are you still dressed?”

I nodded my head guiltily.

“You have thirty seconds to take off those clothes, or there will be no dessert for you tonight.”

I just stared at him.

“Oh, and this is for you,” he said, stepping into the room. From behind his back he pulled a tall glass of something that was reddish in color.

“What’s that?” I asked meekly.

“Rum punch, to help you unwind,” he said, and flashed me a huge smile.

Unwind? I wasn’t sure I should drink it. Suppose he’d put some type of sex drug in it. Geneva was right, I really didn’t know him.

I took the glass. “Thanks,” I said, barely looking at him.

“Are you okay, Crystal?” he said now in his regular voice. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and forced a smile as I looked up at him. “It’s just that, you know, you told me to take off my clothes and that tone—”

“Crystal, I was role-playing with you. You know, like we used to do when we were kids.”

I shrugged my shoulders; I guessed I was being silly.

“And how am I supposed to give you a full-body massage if you’re dressed in jeans?”

“That would be difficult, huh?”

“But if you’re not comfortable with it, I understand.”

“No, no. I am, it’s just my imagination started running away with me.”

He gave me an incredulous look before saying, “You sure?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, really smiling now. “Just let me enjoy my drink, and I’ll be ready.”

“Okay,” Neville said, and waltzed out of the room.

I took a tentative sip of the drink and found my mouth drenched in pleasure. This rum punch was really good. I took a few more sips and then finally guzzled it.

When Neville returned with a small bowl of heated baby oil and a hand towel, I was laid out on my stomach, almost naked—I’d kept my panties and bra on.

“Okay, now, let’s get to it,” he said, resting the bowl down on the nightstand. He’d changed out of his jeans and was now in a pair of loose-fitting cotton shorts.

“Move to the center of the bed,” he instructed, and I did.

“Um, Crystal?”

“Yes?” I murmured. That rum punch had me very mellow.

“The bra has to go, love.”

“Oh?”

After a moment I told myself, What the hell, right? So I reached my arms behind me in a lackluster effort to undo the hooks when I felt Neville’s hands on mine. “Let me,” he cooed, and with the flick of two fingers, my bra fell open.

I eased myself up onto my elbows and pulled the straps down my arms. I was sure he got a nice view of my breasts. Good for him!

Tossing my bra aside, I rested my head on my pillow and waited for his fingers to do their magic.

I don’t know what I expected, but his climbing onto the bed and sitting on the back of my thighs wasn’t it!

“What are you doing?”

“Well, since you’re not on a table, this is the best way I can massage you.”

I didn’t know about that.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, no.”

“Well, if you become uncomfortable at any time, just let me know, okay?”

He started with my shoulders and then moved to my neck before sliding his hands down my back and working the area around my spine.

“Does it feel good?”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

After pouring more baby oil onto my skin, he began working on my lower back. “You may feel some sensation here,” he said. “I’m massaging your kidneys.”

And he was right; it felt as if there were sharp stones beneath my skin. Lower still, his hands traveled until his fingers found my apple bottom. I stiffened.

“Crystal?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay with this?”

Yes, I was, but his touching me there, like that, was going to make me want this to lead to…other things.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, then relax.”

It took some time, but finally I did.

I think about forty minutes had passed by the time he said, “Okay, turn over.”

“Turn over?” I repeated stupidly as I lifted my head and began searching frantically for my bra with my eyes.

“Yeah, turn over, gal. It’s not like you got something I haven’t seen before.” He laughed and slapped me playfully on the ass. “Or do you? Hmm, does Crystal Atkins have a third nipple?” he joked.

I managed a small laugh but still did not move, even when he climbed off me.

“C’mon, Crystal, now.”

Slowly I turned over onto my back, careful to keep my eyes planted on the ceiling and one arm thrown over my breasts.

“Okay, now,” he said as he climbed back on top of me. “You have to put your hand down. I won’t laugh at your third nipple, I promise.”

Slowly I lowered my arm.

“Well, look at that, no third nipple!”

I couldn’t help but grin, and finally I looked at him and found him staring directly at me. “You’re one beautiful woman, you know that?”

I just grinned.

When he brought his hands down on my shoulders, I closed my eyes while he worked, and when his hands fell on my breasts I kept them closed and just enjoyed the fire his fingers sent through my body.

I felt movement against my thigh, a small jerk, and then three more. My eyes slowly opened, and Neville was grinning sheepishly. “Um, sorry about that. That doesn’t usually happen,” he said as his hands massaged my stomach.

“It’s okay,” I breathed as I felt warm moisture fill the space between my legs.

We watched each other, while his hands worked my stomach and his dick bounced happily against my thigh. I found my hand reaching out for him, my fingers pulling at the waistband of his shorts. I was sitting up now, my lips brushing against his as my hand found the rounded tip of his swollen member.

“Crystal, Crystal, we shouldn’t,” he murmured, but I quieted his objections with my tongue.

His dick was fully engorged; I could feel the wavy impression of the veins pulsating through the skin. I stroked him while we kissed passionately.

He pushed me back down and jumped off the bed, stripping himself out of his shorts while I struggled to remove my panties.

Suddenly, there it was: long, strong, and beautiful!

I shuddered in awe. It was just as I had fantasized it would be.

He was on me again, eating me up with his kisses, his hands moving over me, his mouth sucking and licking, and then he dropped down and roughly pushed my legs open.

Before I could object, his tongue was flicking over my clitoris. I grabbed hold of the pillow while he teased it.

This boy knew his stuff!

Just when I thought I would burst, his hot mouth devoured my entire womanhood! Oh, the pleasure!

I grabbed hold of his head while he sucked. I grabbed hold and hung on for dear life as I rode his mouth like it was a prizewinning stallion!

In no time, I exploded and let off a long strangled cry of pleasure before my body fell limp.

We lay there for a moment, Neville’s head resting against my thigh, my body jerking with tiny electric bolts.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered.

“So do you,” I managed, still having the taste of his tongue in my mouth.

“I want to make love to you, Crystal Atkins.”

“And I want you to, Neville Gill.”