The bar was one of their favorites. High-backed booths lined the walls, providing privacy without feeling separated from the crowd. The music wasn’t too loud and the food was good. Tonight the place was pleasantly full, with just the right level of energy without being overbearing.
As Mike and Meredith walked in, four seats were occupied around a table, with three left open. Andy, John, and Tiff worked for Tom, and John brought his girlfriend, whose name Mike could never remember.
“There he is,” Andy announced. “The arsonist himself!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mike mumbled.
“So what really happened?” Tiff asked. “It’s all over the news.”
Mike felt a little more confident after his first explanation went smoothly. “Like I told Tom and Meredith, I really don’t know. I didn’t see anything suspicious, and I locked up before I left.”
Andy said, “Well, I’m just glad you made it out in one piece. You’re a valuable member of the team, and a good friend.” He paused. “And you know the old man would’ve made me pick up your work.”
“So, I’m the old man now.” Tom’s booming voice interrupted as he approached, and Andy winced.
That made the table laugh just as the server came by with a round of shots. After that, thoughts of what happened at the church, and the mysterious woman waiting for him back at his apartment, faded from Mike’s mind.
“Hooo boy,” Meredith groaned as she set her shot glass down and fanned herself. “Tequila and I do not,” she swallowed again and touched her chest, “have a good relationship.”
“You two fell on hard times?” Mike asked, setting his own glass beside hers.
“Let’s just say it doesn’t lead to the best decisions I’ve ever made.”
Mike laughed. “I think that goes for all of us.”
“Oh yeah? Have you ever ended up topless behind a bush in your best friend’s yard chanting, I am the drunkest girl in the bush?”
“Um, no. No I have not.”
“On Thanksgiving morning?”
“Ouch,” Mike winced, and tipped an imaginary cap, “I concede title of worst tequila story. Or best. All hail the queen.”
“Thank you very much.” She accepted his concession with a bow and a fancy twirl of her hand.
The image of Meredith, topless, was a fun one to picture. She was cute. More than cute. She was pretty, with her dark, curly hair and easy smile. The other guys were always hanging around her desk, and it was obvious why.
She wore tight jeans, a buttoned-down top, and sunglasses perched on her head, managing to look both professional and feminine. He tried not to notice how many buttons on the top were undone.
As the night wore on, Tom paid their tab and bowed out, acknowledging he couldn’t hang like he used to and that he in fact was an old man now. The group assured him he was not, if a little too-enthusiastically. The drinks kept coming, and now that their boss was out of the picture the conversation loosened up.
“In my grandmother’s pool!” Andy declared loud enough for the whole bar to hear.
“Get out!” Tiff looked aghast. “I’ve met your grams! She’s so sweet! How could you do that?”
“Oh, it wasn’t too hard.” He winked. “Well, that’s not entirely true.”
Tiff rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
Andy made a face. “If any of you are thinking of trying it, let me dissuade you. Water is not the best lubricant.”
Mike’s turn was coming up soon, and he was trying to think of the wildest place he’d had sex. The back seat of his last girlfriend’s car was probably it.
“On the beach,” Meredith interrupted his thought.
John’s girlfriend added, “Sounds hot.”
“John, pay attention,” Tiff said pointedly.
Meredith shook her head, “Don’t get too excited. Laying on your back in the sand is rough. Probably should have done it doggy.”
Tiff held up her hands. “Too much info. That’s an image I didn’t need.”
“Sand was everywhere,” Meredith laughed. “And I mean, ev-er-y-where.”
Tiff covered her face and shook her head.
The server returned and they ordered another round. They all tried to clink glasses at the same time, but more amber liquid sloshed over the edges than stayed in. Meredith set her glass on the table a little too hard and coughed through the burn.
“You okay?” Mike asked.
She gripped his arm for support and fanned her face again. “Never better,” she croaked, “whose idea was this again?”
The alcohol was starting to set in. Mike’s thoughts were becoming pleasantly slow. Comfortably relaxed. Edges were dulled. The anxiety of coming up with a cover story was gone, replaced by easy laughs and familiar company.
“The beach, huh,” he said to Meredith. He pitched his voice low so the others didn’t overhear, in case she didn’t want the details broadcast to the whole group.
She leaned in too and matched his tone. “Yep. You thinking about trying it?”
“Not anymore. Sounds uncomfortable.”
The others had started a new discussion about celebrity crushes, but Mike found himself huddled next to Meredith as they enjoyed their own private conversation.
“I wouldn’t say it was all bad. It was exciting, for sure. Looking around to see if anyone was watching and coming up with excuses in case we got caught was fun. Though once it got hot and heavy it was hard to remember the plan. But like I said, if the opportunity presents itself, definitely go doggy.”
Mike couldn’t help but imagine Meredith on all fours, looking back over her shoulder and locking eyes. At some point another button on her top had come undone, and when she leaned in, he had an enticing view down her shirt. So enticing, in fact, it would be an insult not to appreciate it for a quick moment. Her bra was black and lacy, in stark contrast to her soft, creamy skin.
“See anything you like?” she asked. When he looked up, she was watching him with a knowing smile.
“Sorry,” he began, fumbling for an excuse. “I, uh-”
She interrupted, “Don’t be. It’s nice to be looked at.” Then her voice turned wry, “sometimes, anyway.” After another sip of her drink, she continued, “Nobody’s looked at me like that since Frank. At least not so openly.”
Mike was glad Meredith was cool about it, but this was twice now he’d been caught leering in the same day. He had to get himself under control. This time he held her gaze. “It’s not all my fault. When a girl as pretty as you is around, any guy’s eyes would wander a little.” He turned serious. “And hey, sorry again about your boyfriend.”
She rolled her eyes. “Now that’s a line.” But then she bit her bottom lip. “To be honest, things weren’t all that great. You know what they say, it’s not about the size of the boat, it’s about whether the captain can stay in port long enough for all the passengers to get off.”
Mike almost spit out his drink. “Wow,” he managed once he finished coughing, “that is, ah, quite the saying.”
“You up for another round?”
“Sure. But I thought you and tequila were on the outs.”
“I said it led to bad decisions,” she corrected, and led him by the hand to the bar. “Barkeep!” she giggled. “More tequila, good sir!”
They raised their glasses to clink, and locked eyes over the brims. She winked and threw hers back. Mike followed suit, hardly noticing the burn anymore. Instead of going back to the table, they stayed at the bar, shoulder to shoulder, sharing their own private corner of the world.
Meredith locked eyes with him as she asked, “I noticed you skipped out on your turn earlier. So, what’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?”
This wasn’t a conversation he ever expected to have with her, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fun. “To be honest,” he said, “nothing really came to mind. I was going to say the backseat of my last girlfriend’s car, but it’s all been pretty vanilla so far.”
Meredith considered his answer for a moment. Then she looked down at his hand and took it in her own. They squeezed palms, gently at first, just to let the other know they noticed what was going on. Something unspoken passed between them. She looked up. Their eyes met. “Would you like to change that?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
She flashed her easy smile that always made him smile back. “Good answer. Let’s go. Your place.” She glanced at the table. “You go first. I’ll wait a few minutes and meet you outside.”
A short time later, Mike was fumbling through his pocket for the key to his apartment. Meredith’s hands were all over him as they kissed in the hallway, rubbing his shoulders, chest, and stomach. Breaking the kiss, he let out a frustrated breath and looked down for the key. She took advantage and attacked his neck, planting a trail of feverish kisses.
There, finally. Key in hand, he moved forward, pushing her back against the wall and taking her lips between his. Their bodies met, and the press of her curves on his torso was making him stiff.
“Come on,” she breathed, pushing him back to the door.
He pulled her in behind him and they stumbled through the hall to his bedroom, their hands becoming more aggressive. He undid the buttons on her shirt. She pulled his over his head. He squeezed her ass. She cupped his length.
“Fuck,” she groaned and bit her bottom lip as her eyes became heavy.
They were both in their underwear now. Where before roaming hands met rough textures and hard buttons, they now caressed soft skin. Meredith felt so good, and now that she was nearly naked, he couldn’t help himself. He palmed her ass while he kissed her, reveling in how it filled his hands. His length pressed into her stomach, the pressure making him throb. He wanted more.
Meredith matched his need. She pushed against him, the kiss becoming open and searing. Her arms circled around his neck, drawing him in. When he throbbed, she moaned and increased the pressure there too. He needed more. He wanted to rip her panties off and take her to the floor. He wanted to lift her by the ass and spread her legs around him.
A hand on his chest stopped him. She broke the kiss, and he opened his eyes. Hers were dark and heavy. Her lips were swollen. She was breathing as hard as he was, but Meredith had more self-control. She pushed on his chest until the backs of his legs bumped into the bed, and kept pushing until he fell back, resting his elbows on the mattress.
“Your eyes,” she whispered. “They’re so intense.”
At her words, something surged through Mike, and he burned with the need to squeeze and grip and take. “Sorry.” It came out in a growl.
She took a step back. “Don’t be. It’s hot.”
As much as he wanted to take control, Meredith had other ideas. Her hips began to sway, slowly at first, like she’d just noticed faint music playing in another room. They rolled from side to side, and she ran her hands up her body, slowly, luxuriously, eyes closed, fingertips lightly tracing along bare skin. They reached her chest, and she squeezed her breasts. It left Mike in a trance.
The music in her head must have picked up, because the swaying became deeper. She turned her head from side to side with the rhythm, running her fingers through her hair and giving it that messy-sexy look. It was hypnotic. Mike couldn’t look away or move even if he wanted to. Everywhere her hands roamed, his eyes followed.
Finally, she stepped forward, one foot slowly placed in front of the other, drawing his attention down to her hips, until she was standing between his open legs. He didn’t move, unsure if it was time to participate until she took his hands and pulled him up so he was eye level with her chest. Then she slid his hands around her waist to her ass while her mouth moved to his ear.
Her husky voice kept him hypnotized. “So your sex life has been vanilla so far.”
The feeling of her ass in his hands, her torso pressed against his length, her voice in his ear, was overwhelming. All he could manage was a nod.
“Is there anything, in particular, you’d like to try? Any boxes you want to check?”
How was she so under control? Her words failed to penetrate the trance, and he dissolved into kissing and licking the tops of her bra-covered breasts.
Meredith chuckled and stroked his hair. “If you think of anything,” she whispered, “let me know.” Then she spun around and lowered her ass into his groin.
The sudden pressure caught him off guard. His breath caught. His cock throbbed. She lifted his hands again and brought them back to her body as her ass ground into his length. Hand in hand, they started on her legs, moving as far down as he could reach. They rose at a luxurious pace, gliding over her calves and thighs, starting on the outside before moving in, giving him time to appreciate the skin-to-skin touch. They brushed over her panties, and he stifled a groan when he felt how damp they were. Maybe she wasn’t as under control as she seemed. They rose over her soft stomach to her breasts.
She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Needing no more encouragement, Mike cupped her breasts. He massaged and caressed until she groaned. When he throbbed against her ass she took a sharp breath, arching her back, pushing her breasts into his hands and her ass harder into his groin.
“Mmm,” she purred, resting her head on his shoulder. “That’s nice.”
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered.
“I need to see this thing,” she answered, grinding against his length.
Meredith stood and leaned forward, bending at the waist so his eyes were level with her butt. She hooked her thumbs under her panties and pulled, shimmying her hips as she went, until her bare ass was inches from his face. The sensitive flesh between her legs glistened in the dim light. She straightened and spun so he was eye to eye with her full, naked chest.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, smoky heat in her voice.
When he didn’t respond she put a finger under his chin and raised his head until their eyes met.
“How amazing you are,” he breathed. “And how stupid your ex is.”
“Good answer,” she smiled, and guided his gaze back down to her tits.
Then she sank to the floor, lowering one knee at a time, until she was kneeling before him with her eyes on the bulge in his boxers. Just like her panties, she hooked her fingers under the waistband. In one smooth tug, his hard cock was waving in the air.
Her eyes smoldered as she slowly licked her lips. She leaned forward and placed a single kiss on his length, right at the base. His groan made her smile, and she leisurely dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft. At the top she opened and, with her eyes locked on his, lowered, swallowing, taking his cock into her welcoming mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s so damn good.”
She applied just the right amount of pressure as she descended, going lower and lower until he bumped against the back of her throat. She held there for a moment, and he savored the feeling of being mostly enveloped while her tongue swirled around his shaft. Then she pulled up, sucking as she went, her lips vacuum sealed to his cock. She repeated the motion, jerking him off with her mouth while her tits bounced. He couldn’t help but start thrusting up to meet her, and it threatened to push things too far, too fast.
Mike put a hand on her shoulder and groaned, “I don’t want to go yet.”
Meredith pulled off and smirked, looking just as smug as she had after her tequila story was declared the winner. “Good. Me neither.” She pushed him back and threw her leg over his waist. She gripped his cock and slid it along her wet entrance. Then she lowered her hips, and he was sinking into pleasure once again. Her face shifted from concern to bliss as he slowly filled her.
“Wow,” she breathed when her full weight finally settled on his hips. “Give me a second. I just need a minute to, mmm, adjust.” He was buried to the hilt, his cock completely engulfed by molten silk. When he throbbed, her eyes snapped open with a surprised, “Oh.”
She held still for a moment, frozen, eyes wide and distant. Then she started rocking. Slowly at first, nudging his length how she wanted it. But it wasn’t long before she set her hands on his chest and set a faster pace.
Mike was happy to let her lead, loving the feeling and enjoying the view. He stroked her body as he pleased, caressing her legs and kneading her ass, gently pushing and pulling in time with her own grinding. He wasn’t sure she even noticed when he palmed her tits. Her eyes were closed and her face was clenched as she focused on her own pleasure.
“Oh, mmm, that’s it,” she moaned, as he selfishly groped her.
He reached up and ran his thumb over her lips. She instinctively took it into her mouth, sucking hard and swirling her tongue. The sight and feeling burned itself into his memory. Then he placed his wet thumb on her clit. Her eyes popped open and she froze. “Oooh fuck,” she exhaled as her body seemed to melt. “More.”
She bucked her hips and gasped while he rubbed circles around her clit. “Oh god, don’t, mmm, stop doing that. I’m close. I’m…” Her body clenched as her pussy began spasming around his cock. He kept steady pressure on her clit while she rode it out. She squeezed him over and over until her breath caught. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. Finally, she let out a long, heavy breath, and relaxed. “Fuuuck,” she breathed, running her fingers through her hair. Mike took the opportunity to cup her tits again.
She sighed at his touch, eyes still closed. “You like them.” It wasn’t a question.
“They’re part of you.”
Meredith’s smile was slow and lazy. “Alright then, smooth guy. Your turn.” She leaned forward, mashing her tits into his chest and pulling his hands to her ass. She whispered in his ear, “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Mike was more than happy to oblige. He held her ass in place and thrust up, completely burying himself in that first push. Long, smooth strokes followed, reveling in her body. But watching Meredith get off had brought him to the edge and he couldn’t hold back anymore. His thrusts became more forceful. He shifted his hips for better leverage and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped as he ravished her. “Do what you need to, baby. You can cum in me.”
Hotter words had never been spoken, and he fucked her mercilessly. But somehow, through the fog of lust and pleasure, Meredith’s earlier words came back to him. If you think of anything, let me know.
“Your mouth,” he growled, thinking of her tongue and her lips and her pretty face looking up at him. “I want your mouth. Fuck, I’m going.”
Without missing a beat, she scrambled to his waist while he did his best to hold off until her lips were wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t hold back a second longer, and the first release of throbbing pressure came right as movement in the corner of the room caught his eye.
Light glinted on gold as he began to gush. Lana moved through the room, quiet and stealthy. She ducked low, clearly trying not to be seen as she moved from the closet to the door. She must have been stuck in there, waiting for the right moment to sneak out. Their eyes met for an instant before she disappeared.
Mike unloaded into Meredith’s welcoming mouth. He gripped her hair as he came and tried not to think about Lana. He held her head in place, pulsing, pushing, forcing himself deeper, but her hand on his shaft kept him from going too far. Cum leaked from her lips and spilled over her fingers as he throbbed, until eventually, finally, he was spent, and fell back.
“Wow,” she panted, wiping her mouth. “That was a lot.”
Out of breath, he answered, “You teased me long enough.”
She smirked in agreement and laid down next to him, stroking his chest, while he relaxed and enjoyed the clear-headed bliss. Eventually, his thoughts drifted back to Lana. Should he go talk to her? He didn’t owe her an explanation, this was his home after all. And Meredith, draped against him, was so pleasantly naked. Her hand wandered a lazy path down his stomach, tracing shapes along his skin. Then she went lower still, until her fingers were gliding along his shaft, and he forgot all about Lana.
“That was fun,” she said, her lips tickling his shoulder.
Mike nodded. “Mmhmmm.”
“But you better not be finished yet.” Her hand circled his cock and tracing became stroking.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be,” he murmured, his eyes still closed.
Her grip tightened, and he was quickly getting hard again. “So. What’s next?”
“Your choices seem to work out well for me,” Mike said. “You decide.”
“Right answer again,” she smiled into his shoulder.
Their hands and mouths were curious, wandering, exploring, mapping. It was all new, and now that the urgency of that first release was behind them, they could take their time.
They searched for where the other was most sensitive. Once found, they paid careful attention, kneading, massaging, planting supple kisses. But before long, gentle hands became firm. Throats that whispered softly in the dark began to moan and gasp. Sensitive flesh joined. Grips tightened. Hips rocked and ground together as they pushed past the threshold, and then it was here. They throbbed and spasmed together, searching for greater heights, drawing the moment out as long as they possibly could. Until, eventually, it was over.
Tension finally released. They softened together too, immersing themselves in their own private bliss. After a time, once the rapture had worn off, they became curious again, eager to find new heights to climb.
***
The sound of running water came from somewhere nearby. The spot in the bed next to Mike was empty. A streak of light shone under the bathroom door.
A few minutes later, the water stopped. The door opened, and Meredith stepped out. She was naked, and her wet hair was straight as it hung past her shoulders. She climbed into bed and lay next to him while her eyes glittered in the dark.
“That was… intense,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Was it okay? Too much?”
“Yes. I mean yes it was okay, and no, not too much. Not something I could do all the time, but I needed it.”
Mike’s cock twitched. She noticed.
“Seriously?” She bit her lip. “I don’t know if I’m up for another round.”
“It’s fine. Better than fine. You know what I mean. Don’t worry about it.”
“If I knew you were like this in bed, we would have hooked up a long time ago.”
“Now was the perfect time,” he smiled, and she returned it.
“If you keep saying things like that it’ll make me reconsider round four. Or five. Whatever.”
Had it been that many? There was no way it could have been that many. It was probably the tequila talking. He took her hand and kissed her fingers. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
She snuggled into him, burying her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. “Mmm, sounds good.” Her hand soon began to wander again, but it didn’t go past his stomach. “How did I not notice you before?”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you always been this hot?”
He didn’t know how to answer that. Luckily, she saved him. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”
As they laid together, their breathing became heavy, and began to mingle. Tension drained from muscles that weren’t used often enough. It was nice having someone to share the bed with. His thoughts began to drift.
What happened tonight? Meredith had never shown that kind of interest before. She was attractive, of course. But she had a boyfriend, and the thought never went beyond that. Maybe that was it. Maybe she just needed to blow off steam after a tough breakup. Next to him, she began to shake. Short, jerky movements. Was she crying?
His eyes snapped open and he whispered into the dark, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She sniffled. “Fine. Go to sleep. Ignore me.”
“I can’t ignore that you’re crying. Are you hurt?”
“What? No,” she managed between sniffles. “Nothing like that. I just… That was intense. I know I can come across like I have things figured out and I know what I want, but I don’t. Not always. And this was just a lot. More than I expected. Ugh,” she wiped her face. “I sound like an idiot. See? Just ignore me.”
“I don’t think you sound like an idiot at all,” Mike answered. “You’ve been through a lot. Breakups come with baggage, and it takes time to sort through it all. It’s okay to cry.”
“God,” she sniffled. “When you say things like that it makes me want to jump you again.” Her hand brushed against his semi-hard length. “Maybe not right this minute though. You’re a lot to handle.”
“Sorry. You are naked after all.”
“Mmhmm. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
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