19. Debrief
Debrief
The night had indeed ended with actual dessert.
Nadine and Zaire fed each other flan as they got to know each other better.
Nadine told her all about her life living in Waycross, and even about her first crush on Allison.
Zaire told her about being an Army Brat living on bases all over the globe and how it was hard for her to make friends.
She was thankful for college, which gave her a sense of stability.
Once the date ended, Nadine took Zaire home.
She looked around as she parked. Not the safest neighborhood, but she understood Z was counting her coins.
They sat in her car outside of her apartment, listening to the old school quiet storm music on the radio.
Nadine had to chuckle at Zaire, not knowing some of the artists but being more than willing to up her music game.
Nadine looked at the time on her console. “Tonight was nice. But…”
“Yeah,” Zaire nodded, understanding. “You’ve got to get home to Eddie.”
“Trust me, I’d stay longer. I really would.”
Zaire shook her head. “No, I understand. This time I know what’s up in advance.”
Nadine squinted. “What do you mean by that?”
Zaire lifted her head, looking up through the moonroof.
“Remember, I said I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have?
Well, this was my Junior year at Rutgers.
I was nannying for a family in the city, trying to balance school and my job.
My parents weren’t speaking to me. Cut me off when they found out I liked women.
I was nearing academic probation, and I needed some help.
There was a professor in my department who really liked me, looked out for me.
Soon, I started seeing that same professor.
It got really intense. I feel for her, hard.
She told me she loved me, and it was all good…
until she went back to her husband. She’d told me they were separated, going to divorce.
But it was just a lie.” Zaire turned toward Nadine, running her finger against her cheek.
“At least I know you’d never lie to me, Cookie.
You been straight up from the jump. I appreciate that. ”
Nadine took Zaire’s hand, turning to kiss her warm palm. “I’d never hurt you or lie to you. I can’t predict the future so I don’t know what will happen between us, but at least I can promise that. Can you say the same for me?”
“I’d never.” Zaire smiled. “Now, kiss me so I can dream about your fine ass tonight.”
When Nadine got home, she was floating. It had been one of the sexiest, best dates of her life.
She took off her heels before making her way through the mudroom and down the hall.
Before she could turn to head up the steps, she heard soft jazz playing from the great room.
Nadine peeked inside to see Eddie sitting on the sofa, in just his basketball shorts, staring at the fireplace.
She was surprised that he was up so late.
He’d spent all day with EJ and had an early practice with the team in the morning.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked, still staring ahead at the fireplace as he sipped something dark and brown from a glass.
Nadine paused. She wasn’t sure if disclosing this violated their agreements. She answered truthfully, but cautiously. “It was great. One of the best dates I’ve had.”
“Best?” Eddie huffed, as he put his drink down on the ottoman coffee table. He turned to look at her. “Come here, Nadine.”
Nadine was startled at the tone of Eddie’s command.
It wasn’t angry, but gruff. Was he offended that she said it was one of the best dates?
That didn’t mean the dates that they had were bad at all.
She walked slowly, her heels in her hand, toward the sofa.
She stood next to him, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her down to straddle his lap.
“Are you drunk?” asked Nadine. She’d only seen Eddie drunk a few times, but he was certainly not himself.
Eddie leaned back, taking her in. “No.”
Nadine wasn’t sure she believed that. “You didn’t have to wait up for me. Why aren’t you asleep?”
Eddie didn’t answer, he just stared up at her. It was unnerving.
“I…I should check on EJ.” Nadine tried to move, but Eddie held on to her waist.
“Tell me everything that happened.”
“But I thought you said…” Nadine frowned. She wasn’t expecting to debrief Eddie, especially given his parameters regarding boundaries.
“Fuck what I said,” Eddie quickly spat out. “What happened?”
Nadine swallowed. “We went to Bastion. Drank Sangria. Had some tapas. Danced.”
Eddie’s brow raised, amused. His face finally relaxed. “Really? You danced?”
“Yes, Salsa. Well, sort of. She was twerking on me. Well, we were kind of twerking on each other. I was tipsy.”
Eddie’s eyes grew dark as he listened. “And then what?”
“We had dessert and then I took her home.” Nadine couldn’t hide the slight warble in her voice.
“Hmm, is that all? You’re leaving something out, aren’t you? Tell the truth, Deanie.”
Nadine sighed. “Eddie, you said you didn’t…”
“What…happened…” he asked, pausing to stroke her heated skin between each word.
“I…I went to the bathroom to freshen up. And she followed me inside. And locked the door.”
“Hmm,” Eddie grunted. Nadine felt his hands moving up and down her torso. “Go on.”
“Then, we kissed.” Nadine felt Eddie’s hands go to the back of her corset, slowly unzipping it.
Once it was removed, she felt a shiver go down to her toes.
She could feel his dick pulsing underneath the weight of her.
This was turning him on. Tremendously. Since he wasn’t there to satisfy his fetish to watch, Nadine knew he was settling for a play-by-play from her.
“How did she taste?” asked Eddie. His large, warm hands cupping and massaging her breasts, her nipples growing hard under his touch.
“Like…sangria…and…salt.”
“She sounds delicious. Just as delicious as you.”
Nadine closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Eddie’s hands on her body. His breathing quickened as if he was trying to get a hold of himself.
“What else?” asked Eddie, before taking a nipple into his mouth. Nadine moaned as he licked her until her nipples were stiff peaks. Underneath her, she could feel his erection growing hard as stone.
“Fuck, Eddie…”
“Go on, Deanie, baby,” Eddie encouraged. “Tell me more.”
Nadine's head pounded from being dizzyingly aroused and still a little tipsy. “I pulled her dress up and fingered her pussy.”
“Was she wet?”
Nadine closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. “She was so wet for me.”
“Fuck,” Eddie groaned as he lifted slightly, pushing his shorts down.
His dick, thick and veiny, was standing at full attention.
It bobbed and slapped against his stomach, the tip of it leaking.
It turned Nadine on that he was so aroused by just her words.
She reached out and began stroking him, pre-cum leaking down her fingers.
Eddie hissed through his teeth, enjoying the pressure and feel of her hands against his dick.
“I took my wet fingers,” continued Nadine, “and played with her asshole.”
“Shit, you did that?” asked Eddie. “Bad girl…”
“Uh huh,” Nadine kept her stroke steady and firm, just like he liked it. “She came all over my hand, then licked my fingers clean.”
“She’s a nasty fucking girl.” Eddie pushed up Nadine’s skirt, then pushed her soaked panties to the side. “Where did she touch you?” His fingers went between her wet, swollen folds. “Did she touch you here, baby?”
“Yes,” moaned Nadine. “She did…with a bullet”. Her hands were now fully coated with Eddie’s sticky pre-cum. She put her index finger in her mouth, savoring the taste of him. He always tasted so good.
Eddie watched, never taking his eyes off of his wife. His fingers moved to Nadine’s clit. He strummed her swollen bud until her body was humming. “Did it feel good? Tell me.”
“So fucking good.” Nadine was on the verge of tears as an orgasm began bubbling to the surface. “Eddie, please. I’m gonna come. "
“Hold on, baby.”
Without time to adjust, Eddie moved Nadine onto his dick. He stretched her to capacity, filling her up and hitting her spot. Pumping into her, he held her by the throat. “Did it feel good?”
“Yes, it felt so good. So fucking good.” Nadine could barely get out the words.
His hands were so tight around her throat.
Eddie had always been a safe, relatively routine lover.
Mostly because she asked him to. He certainly never talked this much or was one for breath play.
Tonight, Eddie had become possessed by something more passionate.
“I bet you were so wet, baby. Just like how you are right now.” Eddie lifted up, angling his dick just to the right spot. Nadine cried out, her pussy spasming all around his girth. Eddie’s fingers stroke her clit until her wetness was dripping down his dick and balls.
“That’s a good girl, Deanie. Soak my shit up.”
“Eddie, please, fuck me!”
First Zaire, now Eddie. Nadine was losing it. The entire night was overstimulating and at that moment, she felt as if her body would combust. But Eddie kept on with his questions as he pounded into her, every stroke harder and more forceful after each answer.
“Did she make you come?”
“Yes…”
“Did she eat your pussy? Fucking answer me…”
“Yessss…”
“Who’s fucking you right now?”
“You are Eddie…you are…”
Eddie grabbed a fistful of Nadine’s hair, pulling her to face him. Tears rolled down Nadine’s face as she whimpered. “Whose pussy is it?”
“Yours, dammit!”
With a guttural yell, Eddie drained his dick inside of Nadine.
Even after he came, he stayed inside of her, not caring that his cum dripped all over his lap.
Nadine collapsed on his chest, her body wrung out.
Eddie grabbed a heavy throw blanket and wrapped it around them.
He cradled Nadine in his arms, kissing her damp forehead.
Their combined breathing was as ragged, slightly crackling like the sound of the fireplace.
After a few silent moments, Eddie spoke.
“Sex on the first date, huh? Wow, the old Nadine would never,” he teased.
Nadine settled into the warmth of his bare chest. “What happened to me not telling you details?”
“I can’t lie. It turns me on to see you reclaiming this part of yourself. Knowing someone wants you as bad as I do, I fucking love that shit.”
Nadine lifted her head, surprised. “Really?”
Eddie nodded. “Really. I admit it, at first I was hurt. This entire idea seemed wild, but when I took myself to the equation and put myself in your shoes, I understood.”
Nadine kissed Eddie’s chest. “Thank you.”
“So,” Eddie began. “Are you going to see her again?”
“I really like her, so yes.”
Eddie smiled. “That’s good. You deserve to be happy.”
Nadine wanted to say more, wanted to delve into what happiness was like for her…
what it could be like for them both. But the night had been perfect, and she didn’t want to ruin it.
She’d been pleased by both of the people she adored.
Soon, her eyelids became heavy, and she eventually drifted off to sleep in the comfort of Eddie’s arms.
It had been the best night of her life.