Chapter 9 Austin – Dinner Guest
Chapter 9
Austin – Dinner Guest
T hings had been getting hot and heavy with Renee, and it was driving me crazy. She couldn’t get enough of me since I took that punch from Danny. In my opinion, this wasn’t a bad thing.
Renee and I knew each other in high school, but we didn’t get together until we bumped into each other at a Kappa Sigma mixer. I thought she was incredibly hot, with curves in all the right places. She had long, blonde hair woven into a braid down her back. She was shorter than me, but it was hard to tell because most of the time she wore cowboy boots, giving her a couple of extra inches. I loved how her hazel eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how she bit her lip when she was concentrating on something important.
She knew what her next move after college would be. She wanted to rodeo professionally full time. In high school, she’d consistently ranked in the top ten for Junior Pro Rodeo in four events: breakaway calf roping, tie-down calf roping, team roping, and bareback riding. Now she competed for even bigger prize money in the women’s circuit. Her strength and power turned me on, and I loved to watch her ride. The dedication she had to her sport impressed me. I could barely decide what worn-out t-shirt to wear, but she had it all figured out for her future.
Last week, Renee invited me to have dinner at her parents’ house. I picked out a crisp, white dress shirt with black piping that I found at the western wear store and dug my black jeans out of my overflowing dresser drawers. I showered, shaved, and put on the cologne she bought me for Valentine’s Day. She said it made me smell amazing, and I aimed to please.
My momma taught me to never come to dinner empty-handed, and she suggested I bring Renee’s mom flowers instead of wine. I stopped at Walmart and bought two bunches, one for Renee, and one for her mom. I rang the doorbell at 6:30 sharp. When the door opened, a goddess greeted me. Her blonde hair flowed down her back, and she wore a simple white sundress with black polka dots that stopped just above her knees. Her eye makeup highlighted her hazel orbs, and her lip gloss made me want to cover her mouth with kisses.
“Wow! Renee, you look gorgeous.” I couldn’t help myself. “These are for you.” I held out one of the bouquets to her as I stepped into the living room.
She took them and sniffed them. “Thank you, they’re beautiful!” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Dinner is almost ready. I didn’t want to put in the pasta until you arrived. You can sit in the living room.”
I didn’t expect her to dismiss me, but I obliged. “Where are your mom and dad? I thought they’d be here. These flowers are for your mom.”
“I never said that. They have tickets to the symphony tonight.” She took the second bouquet out of my outstretched hand and disappeared into the kitchen with both bunches of flowers.
I mulled that over while I sat on the edge of the sofa. I listened as she moved around, pots clanging and water running, not sure what was in store for dinner. “Are you sure I can’t help you? I know my way around a kitchen.”
She peeked her head around the doorway to the kitchen. “Relax. I know one or two culinary tricks myself. Stay there.”
I slid back onto the couch and tried to slow my heartbeat. I had prepared myself for dinner with Renee and her parents, and now that they weren’t here, I wasn’t sure how to handle myself. I’d never been to her house without her parents being home. I was out of my comfort zone, and the jumping beans were having a rave in my guts.
Renee emerged from the kitchen carrying the flowers in a vase that she placed in the middle of the table. A basket with slices of Italian bread and a plate with a stick of butter sat next to the salt and pepper set. She brought out two heaping plates of spaghetti and meatballs. She set them on top of placemats at the dining room table. “Dinner is served.” There was something different in her voice that made my skin tingle.
We sat at the table, eating our food. “Renee, this meal is delicious. The sauce is tasty.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it. My culinary skills are not as honed as yours.”
“Woman, these taste buds don’t lie. I’m diggin’ this sauce!” I might have been pouring it on a little thick, but my momma told me you always compliment the chef.
After our meal, I assisted with cleanup. As much as she would let me. She insisted on leaving the dirty dishes in the sink and the leftovers on the stove. I would have felt better cleaning up the kitchen first.
“Will you excuse me for a minute? I’ll be right back,” Renee whispered in my ear.
“Sure, cutie. I’ll be right here.” I kissed the top of her head since she wasn’t wearing her boots. It was sexy to see her in her bare feet.
While I waited, I stared out their back-patio door. They lived on the last street in an older housing plan, giving them a view of the woods behind their house instead of another neighbor’s fence or swimming pool. Renee kept her horse, Lightning, out at her aunt’s farm just outside of town. She took care of him, and they exercised six days a week. I was amazed that between school and training with Lightning, she still found time to be with me.
I must have gotten lost in my thoughts because I got startled when Renee placed her hands over my eyes from behind me. “Close your eyes, cowboy. I have a surprise for you.”
“Okay, they’re closed,” I sputtered.
“I’m going to blindfold you to make sure. Come sit in this chair so I can tie it without getting a Charlie horse.” I felt the chair at the back of my leg and sat. She wrapped a scarf over my eyes and tied it behind my head. She held my hand. “Stand up. We’re going to take a little walk.”
She turned me around, and we walked to the edge of the dining room. Then she steered me to the left. We stopped about ten paces down the hall. I knew we were standing outside her bedroom door, and the jumping beans started again .
“Wait until I tell you that you can come in.” Her warm breath lingered on my neck as she stepped into her room and closed the door.
I stood there, waiting for my cue. My brain was useless to me as lust took over my body. I could feel the heat traveling from my brain to my crotch and I hoped I could control myself long enough to make this memorable.
“Austin, you can come in now. Take your blindfold off.”
I followed her instructions and pivoted towards the door. Breathe. Just breathe. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. She lay on the bed on her side, wearing a short, blush, silky slip with a band of white lace framing her breasts and the bottom hem. She had covered her bedside lamps with scarves to dim the lighting. I couldn’t help but notice the bookcase overflowing with medals, belt buckles, and trophies.
“Welcome to my bedroom. Come in and stay a while. Close the door behind you.” She ran her hand along the covers of the bed, then patted a spot.
I typically took the lead when we had sex, so her seductive behavior threw me off my game. Somehow I convinced my feet to move, and I perched on the edge of the bed. “What’s gotten into you?” I stammered.
“Nothing. I wanted to turn the tables on you and initiate sex. You seem a little rattled. Is this okay?”
I nodded.
“Are you sure? I thought it would be fun to play in my queen-size bed instead of trying to keep both of us on your twin bed in your dorm room.”
“ You are the best girlfriend ever.” I leaned in and kissed her, gently touching my lips to hers.
She analyzed my expression. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and try that again?”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I sat upright, unbuttoned my shirt hastily and untucked it. It landed in a crumpled ball on the carpet. She gazed at me and crooked her finger. I lay down next to her and kissed her hard, her head resting on a pillow. My hunger for her grew, and I felt my dick harden in response to her touch. Her hand ran down my back and stopped at the base of my ass cheek. She squeezed it forcefully.
“Take off your pants, too.”
I reached for the button on my waist, but she grabbed my hand and stopped me .
“Actually, let me do that. Lay on your back.”
She pushed my hand to the side and rose up on one elbow. I lay on my back to give her full access. Her fingers made short work of my button and zipper.
“Now you can take those off, too.”
I shimmied my jeans down over my hips. I reached my leg up and grabbed one hem and pulled that leg off, then did the same with the other. Her hand came to rest on top of my swollen jockey shorts. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft over the cotton fabric and put pressure on it.
I groaned at her touch. “Renee, you are the devil.”
She winked at me. “Close, but I’m sure you will like what I do to you much better.”
Her hand snaked inside my waistband and curled around my hardness, releasing it. She bent towards it and licked the head, swirling her tongue around it. I closed my eyes, giving in to her wishes. Her mouth followed her tongue, covering my shaft and pushing it deep into her throat. I breathed sharply, surprised by her actions and how much pleasure it gave me. I’d never had a woman give me a blow job without asking, and it made it that much hotter.
She pulled and sucked on my cock enthusiastically, until I felt myself at that critical point. I found her chin and lifted her off me.
“That feels so good, sweetie. But if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum in about a nanosecond. Let me have a turn now.” I thought for a moment. “Get up on your hands and knees, please.”
She submitted and I knelt behind her. I pushed her knees apart and grabbed her cheeks. She let out a squeak of excitement.
I grinned at her, even though she couldn’t see my face. “I’m just getting warmed up, baby.”
I spread her cheeks apart and licked around her tight hole, feeling her squirm under my attention. Then I trailed my tongue down towards her vagina, already wet with arousal. Her juices tasted salty, and her scent kept my dick erect and waiting. I methodically inched my way towards her sweet nub, feeling her muscles tense and release under my touch.
When I reached my intended destination, she gasped and then cried out. “Yes! That’s it! More!”
I obeyed, and she got louder. Her cries accompanied her spasms as she reached her peak .
“Fuck! Yes! Fuck me!” She reached behind her and swatted at me. “I mean it. Fuck me! Now!”
I hurried to put on the condom that was waiting on the mattress next to me. Her panting continued and I slid myself into her warm, waiting cunt.
I let out my own vocal excitement and began thrusting back and forth. “Yes! Oh God! You’re so wet!”
“Fuck me harder, Austin! Faster! Fuck me!”
With each of her exclamations, I amped up my efforts. Our bodies slapped together amidst our shouts. I felt myself coming to the edge.
“I’m cuming!” I stiffened as I released my orgasm. I held myself there for a moment before I pulled out of her. She collapsed onto her stomach, and I flopped down beside her. We stared at each other as our breathing slowed, caught up in the intimacy of the moment.
After we finished, we lay together, spent. I lounged against the pillows and wrapped my arm around her, her head resting on my chest. Her long hair spilled down her bare back. She drifted off to sleep, but I was wide awake. My feelings for Renee scared me. I maintained a vigilant watch to keep everyone at arm’s length, but she snuck right through the walls I kept around my heart. This was unfamiliar territory and I needed to escape this feeling sooner than later.