This Year's Girl - New Year's Eve

All I could think about was how nice it was going to be to spend New Year's Eve alone this year. The couple of days I had spent with my family over the Christmas holiday were awkward and very rough for me. My sisters were okay, and even my Dad was warming up to the idea of having a third daughter in his life, but my mother was simply intolerable. More than once I had to flat out refuse to answer her inane questions about my new life at the risk of starting an all-out argument. Now that the thirty-first had finally come, I wanted nothing more than to crash on the couch, watch movies, and try and stay awake until the obligatory glass of champagne at midnight.

Thank God they sell those wee bottles of champagne for us loner girls, I thought to myself.

But no sooner had I set my glass of wine on the coffee table and flopped on the couch than my phone rang. For a moment I considered letting it go like I normally do, but finally I stood up and hustled across the hardwood floor to the phone in the kitchen. I grabbed up the cordless, switched it on, and answered.

"Hello"

"Just what do you think you're doing?” came the voice on the other end.

The voice belonged to Eva, my newest best friend. I winced when I heard it was her, because I knew she was throwing her traditional New Year's party tonight, and I had turned down her invitation.

"Hi Eva.” I replied, padding across the floor back to the couch. "I'm siting on the couch, remote control in one hand, Merlot in the other."

"No, you're not!” Eva scolded, "You're getting dressed, hopping a cab to my place, and partying with the rest of us."

"Eva, I told you I'm just too worn out from the saga with my parents. Even if I came to your party, I'd just mope in the corner the whole time.” I told her.

"Fine. Come. Mope.” she said, "I'll send the boys to your corner."

"Oh no, Eva, no more playing Cupid in my life! Do we not recall the Chad incident in November?” I asked her.

"Hey, he was cute. And he seemed like a well-adjusted guy, so how could I know?" Eva's innocent voice could be so annoying sometimes.

"Eva, you didn't tell him about me, now did you? I had to out with the 'deep dark' halfway through dinner. The guy nearly choked to death on a crabcake!" I was hoping to chastise Eva bad enough to make her drop the whole party idea, but I clearly wasn't successful.

"Fine, no more setups, but you're still coming to the party. Come on, I promise big fun. I'm not taking no for an answer, and you can't even pull your famous 'my nails aren't done' excuse. Why do you think I dragged you out to the salon at lunch yesterday?" As she said this, I could just picture Eva standing in her apartment, arms crossed, phone crammed between her shoulder and her ear, one foot defiantly stomped out in front of the other. I've seen her do it at work when she's hassling a client, and despite the resemblance to a four year-old's tantrum, it's a very effective move.

"Okay, fine,” I relented, "but it's going to take me a little while to get dressed and all and get over there. And I'm leaving right after midnight and you won't stop me."

"Cool. As long as you look sexy when you get here, I'll take care of the rest." Eva told me.

"Hey, who do you think you're talking to? Would I journey out of the house and not look sexy? I'll see you soon." I said.

"Okay. Bye.” Eva said and hung up.

Thinking about the whole conversation as I walked to my bedroom to get dressed made me giggle. I had to admit that Eva was good for me, always pushing me and not letting me simply crawl into my usual shell. With all I had gone through in the past two years, it was so easy to fall back into old habits sometimes. To help me get into a party mood, I put on some girly music, and went to the bedroom to stare into my closet, talking to myself again.

Okay, Kira, you can do this. It's a party, so wear something nice. You know, pretty and sexy, but not too trashy. Got it?

I knocked on the door of Eva's apartment forty-five minutes later and waited for someone to answer, hoping they heard me over the music. The butterflies in my stomach made me smile a little, and I thought about how silly it was that I still got so nervous before seeing anyone. A checklist flitted through my head - is my hair okay, my makeup, my clothes? The door opening gratefully interrupting my panicked reverie, and Eva stood just inside.

"There you are! I was about to send a search and rescue team to your place. You look fantastic, come on in here."

I stepped in to Eva's little entryway, and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, I can't let all the money I spend with Vicky's go to waste, can I?"

Eva held my hands out at my side and stepped back slightly to look me over, and her smile indicated that she approved of my chosen outfit. The suit I decided to wear - a shiny, satiny mini-skirt and matching jacket - always seemed too flashy, not to mention too short, for the office, so I was actually glad to have a party so I could finally wear it. To finish the outfit I wore my black stiletto leather boots, which were totally in style this season, and just a black satin corset under my jacket.

"Cleavage and legs, the Kira trademarks." Eva said, laughing softly and lightly shaking her head, "Girl, God played some sick biological joke on us genetic girls when he didn't make us all look like that!"

"Oh, stop it. You look fabulous!" I told her, and it was the truth. Eva's height and curves were on display in her sequin miniskirt and satin v-neck top.

"Come get a glass of wine in the kitchen." Eva shut the door and I followed her.

I took the chance to look around and notice the people already at the party. I recognized several folks from work, and many of them seemed to be here with their significant others.  There were quite a few people I didn't recognize, though, but it didn't surprise me in the least. Eva had no end of friends in this city. It seemed like she and I couldn't even walk four blocks to lunch without her running into a couple of long-time friends. Eva handed me a full glass of red wine just as there was another knock at the front door.

"Ooh, I’ve got to get that. Go mingle and I'll find you." Eva said, hustling out of the kitchen towards the front door. Half a second later, she peeked back around the corner, though. "And if I find you sitting alone in a corner somewhere, I'm going to kick your ass!"

"I'm good, don't worry about me." I told her.

I wandered into the living room, thinking I could say hi to people from the office. Eva lived in a fantastic apartment, high on a hill with a great view of Jamaica Pond. I had been here a number of times in the late summer and fall, usually just to sit in the sun on the slate-tiled patio, drink wine, and talk. The first time was in late August when Eva's brother Gabriel was staying with her for the weekend. I was flattered that after knowing me for only about a month, Eva had tried to set me up with her brother. It didn't work out, though, and the last I had heard from Eva Gabriel had a new, serious boyfriend and his architecture firm in New York City was really taking off.

I wandered over near the fireplace and wished a happy New Year's to Susan and Tracey from my group at work with hugs and kisses, and just like Eva they complimented me on my outfit. They introduced me to their boyfriends, both of whom I had heard tons about in the office, and only one of them clearly felt strange about meeting me. Susan's boyfriend David was totally sweet, and stepped forward to give me a little hug. Rick, though, put out his hand for a somewhat firm shake, and excused himself to the kitchen for another beer, dragging David along.

Don't let it bother you, you're just a girl, I told myself, he's the one with the problem.

Susan took the opportunity to tell me the big news about her engagement to David over the holidays, and I appropriately gushed about the diamond ring he'd given her. She told me about their trip back to her parents farm in Kansas for Christmas, and went on and on about how he'd gotten down on one knee and proposed during a romantic, moonlight walk in the middle of a snow flurry. Knowing Susan it was really an illicit trip to the hayloft in the barn, but whatever story she wanted to make up was fine with me.

Susan and Tracey headed off to find their boys, and just then Eva walked over with a couple that had recently arrived at the party, and made introductions.

"Liadan, Devon, this is Kira.” Eva said.

I smiled and said hello and Happy New Year, thankful for the complete lack of hugs or shakes or anything. Liadan, obviously Irish by her red hair and freckles, was pregnant nearly to the point of bursting, but nonetheless smiling and glowing the way only expecting mothers can. Devon, on the other hand had dark hair, but what caught my eye about him was his six foot five height and broad shoulders, not to mention his sparkly-eyed smile. I could count on one hand the number of guys I had ever met that actually made my pulse race, but Devon definitely made the list.

"Devon, why don't you take Kira to the kitchen for more wine while Liadan and I catch up. I need to hear all about the ultra-sound." Eva said, and Devon readily agreed.

I thought I saw sly smirk on Eva's face as Devon and I walked to the kitchen, but I couldn't tell. While Devon poured more wine into my glass, I figured I'd better make some attempt to talk small.

"Congratulations on the imminent baby.” I told him, "Is this the first child for you and Liadan?"

Devon laughed then, spilling the wine out of the glass and across my fingers a little.

"Sorry, I'm just laughing because Liadan and I joked about this on the way over. Liadan is my best friend Connor's wife, and as a matter of fact, it is their first baby. Connor and Liadan own a little restaurant in Southie, so Connor had to work tonight. Eva and Liadan are old friends from college, and Eva told Liadan she could only miss the party if she was in labor. So, since Connor was busy, Liadan asked me along to the party. We wondered if anyone would assume the baby was ours. There you go, all dry."

While Devon spoke he put the wine bottle down, and grabbed a nearby napkin to wipe up what he had spilled on the counter. He even took my glass, wiped it dry and set it down on the counter, and then went on to hold my hand and wipe my fingers dry too. When he was done, he handed me my wine glass.

"Thanks," I said, smiling and nervously pushing my hair behind my ear, "but I'm not sure any will fit with all this foot in my mouth."

"Oh, don't worry about it at all." Devon assured me. "So, you work with Eva at the theatre?" Devon put his hand lightly at the small of my back, gently directing me out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He motioned with his other hand towards the window seat in front of Eva's grand picture window, suggesting that we sit and talk.

"I do. I met her in August when I got hired to handle outbound marketing activities for the theatre, and since Eva manages sales, we work together a lot. She's been super helpful, too, while I get up to speed.” I explained to Devon as I sat down. Devon sat down on my right, and sipped his wine.

"Yeah, Eva is unbelievable. I met Eva during senior year of college, and she was always busy volunteering or working or something. She and Liadan were best friends and then Liadan started dating my best friend Connor, the restaurant guy I mentioned, so the four of us hung out all the time.” Devon explained.

From there Devon went on to talk about how he and Liadan ended up at the same law school, while Connor moved on to culinary school and Eva went to get her MBA. He told me stories about the four of them over those years, and talked about finishing law school and starting work with District Attorney's office. I told him about my days in college in Boston, and the roundabout career path that led me to the theatre where Eva and I worked. Throughout the conversation, Devon listened and talked and asked questions, and any chance he got, he would smile at me or laugh at my silly jokes. He was so easy to talk to, and I made sure to smile back at him, or coyly fix my hair, or whatever other terribly obvious flirt I thought I could get away with.

Around us the party continued, and I lost track of how long we talked. A little before midnight, Liadan and Eva strolled across the living room to where we sat.

"Here you two are!” Eva gushed at us, "I'm glad that someone's keeping Kira from hiding in a corner." Devon glanced at me, clearly confused by Eva's reference, but I just told him to ignore her. "At least it gave me a chance to hear all about little Seamus Michael here." Eva said, one hand on Liadan’s tummy.

"You'll get to see him soon enough." Liadan said, "The doctors say they're not letting me go long past the due date before we'll induce labor. Devon," she went on, "I'm really tired so I'm gonna catch a cab home."

"Umm, okay, I guess I'll head out with you?” Devon asked, glancing from me back to Liadan, clearly a little flustered.

"No, no, don't be silly, I'm fine. You should stay for midnight.” Liadan replied.

"Okay, at least let me help you get a cab downstairs." Devon stood, and then looked back at me. "Take care of my wine, and I'll be back, okay?” he asked, putting his wine glass down next to me on the window seat.

"Sure, I'll be right here." I told him. I said goodnight and congratulations to Liadan, and the two of them headed off to get Liadan’s coat. As they left, Eva sat down next to me.

"Have you two been sitting here talking this whole time?” Eva asked me with a typical impish grin.

"We have.” I told her, "He's really sweet and fun. This isn't another one of your set-ups is it?" I asked her.

"That's for me to know.” was all that she'd tell me. "Okay, I've got to open champagne for the midnight toast, before I entirely miss it. You better just sit tight so Prince Charming can find you.” Eva said as she stood, trying her best to embarrass me.

"You're impossible, you know that. Just go on," I shooed her with my hand, "go open champagne and quit kidding around."

A few minutes later, while I sat and watched the party swirl around the living room, everyone all abuzz now that midnight was only a few minutes away, Devon came back. Picking up his wine glass he sat down, but instead of sitting on the other side of the window seat, he sat right next to me. I'm sure that I blushed a little, unable to stifle the little surge of excitement of having him so close. I did finally get to notice just how good he smelled, though. Not a heavy cologne smell, but just clean and almost fruity, and it was then that the real desire for him started inside me.

"Good, I didn't miss it.” Devon said, glancing at the television, where they were getting ready to drop the ball in Times Square. Devon glanced up at me from his rapt study of his wine glass and continued, "I don't know if you've heard of this, but there's kind of this little tradition about having someone to kiss at midnight on New Year's..."

Devon left the topic hanging there, just short of outright asking me, so I figured that was my cue to either take him up on the offer or shut it down. He was so cute the way he approached what he clearly wanted in a sideways fashion, so I decided to play along.

"Well, if there isn't a different special someone you had in mind, I don't have anyone for this midnight kiss. Besides, I'd hate to ruin a tradition.” I told him.

Devon smiled at me, but before we could say more, Eva came back with a tray of champagne glasses. Devon and I stood, and each took a glass. The final thirty seconds of the countdown to midnight had started and we stood behind the crowd gathered in front of the television, calling out the final seconds as they ticked away. Then it was officially midnight, the ball lit up, and Devon turned to face me.

"Happy New Year, Kira." he said, and we clinked our flutes in a simple toast.

"Thank you, Devon. Happy New Year to you."

We sipped our champagne, and like a scene out of a movie, all the noise of the party seemed to fade away. Devon lowered his glass and leaned down the little bit necessary to reach my lips with his. He gave me a soft, warm little kiss on the lips, and his right hand held my elbow lightly. After, we looked into each other’s eyes for only a brief part of a second, and Devon thankfully could see that I wanted more of a kiss, and it was clear he did too. He stepped right up close to me, and put his arm around my waist and lightly held me close to him. Then I closed my eyes and he kissed me again, just as warm but slightly more firmly than the last time. After just a second, both our lips parted slightly and in unison the very tips of our tongues grazed, and then our self-consciousness got the better of us and we separated. Devon couldn't know yet how much I love a sensual French kiss like the one he gave me, but maybe he felt the shiver go up my spine when his tongue touched mine.

Instantly nervous, we both let out a little laugh and took another sip of our champagne. I knew then that all I wanted was to spend the rest of the night with this sweet, gorgeous guy, but not here at the party. I was unsure if Devon would pursue our kiss any further, so I decided I'd lead him towards the end result I wanted.

"I threatened Eva that I was leaving the party right after midnight, since I hadn't planned on coming at all. So, I have to follow through on my threat and get going. Could I bother you to walk with me to get a cab, so no crazy freaks try and grab me?” I asked him. It was pretty flimsy excuse, considering that Eva's neighborhood is very safe, but I had to manufacture some way for us to leave the party together.

"Of course.” Devon told me, "I'd be glad to keep you safe."

We put our glasses down by the window, and Devon followed me to the front hall closet, where we got our coats. We had no sooner gotten our jackets on, stealing a furtive glance at each other, before Eva caught up to us.

"And where are you two sneaking off to?” she asked us, hands on her hips.

"We're not sneaking anywhere.” I told her, "I'm going home like I told you I was going to, and Devon agreed to protect me while I get a cab."

"Actually, I should get going anyway.” Devon piped in, giving Eva a big hug, "You know me, not much for staying up late."

Then I hugged Eva. "A wonderful party, thanks. I'll see you at work in a few days". Eva told me goodnight, and gave me a look with that silly little grin of hers. I'm sure she could see through the transparent excuse we had for leaving together.

Devon and I walked together down Eva's road towards the main street back into the city. It had gotten much colder, and my hands were in my coat pockets to keep warm, but Devon put his arm around my waist while we walked. We decided to split a cab, and Devon would head home after dropping me off at my Beacon Street apartment. During the cab ride, it was all I could do to contain myself and not start making out with Devon, and we spent the time talking about where we both lived and how nice it was to not have roommates.

As the taxi rolled to a stop in front of my building, I thought to myself, Okay, last chance for just a kiss goodnight, and to go slow with this whole thing. But, as usual, my mouth wasn't taking orders from my brain.

"It's not too late yet, maybe you'd like to come up for a last glass of wine?” I asked him.

"I'd love to, sure.” Devon readily agreed, smiling at me. He reached for his wallet to pay for the taxi, but I stopped him.

"Oh no, I've got it. It's the least I can do to pay you back for your excellent bodyguard service." As I paid the cabby, all the other ways I wanted to repay Devon flitted through my head, and suddenly it was much too warm in the taxi. Devon followed me to the front door, and after I unlocked the door with keys from my purse, he followed me, both of us in a nervous silence, up the stairs to the third floor and into my apartment.

"Shoes go by the front door," I told Devon, pointing at the little crowd of my sneakers next to the door, "and your jacket can just hang on a chair."

While I hung my coat up in the front closet, I watched Devon dutifully slip his shoes off and drape his leather jacket over the back of one of chairs around the little table in what passes for my dining room. I walked over to Devon as he turned around, and pressed right up to him and put my arms around his waist, looking up into his eyes. Devon smiled at me, his arms going around my back, pulling me close.

"Before you get too settled," my heart pounded as I started, "we should have a quick talk."

"Okay. What about?" Devon told, sounding both cautious and supportive at one time.

"First, I want you to know that I really never invite boys home the first night I meet them, but something about you made me ignore that rule of mine. I'm hoping you might stay for more than just a glass of wine. But..." I paused, nearly trembling I was so nervous, "Jeez, there's no easy way to ever say this, so I'll just say it. I wasn't born a girl, and underneath all this I'm not entirely a girl, you know, physically, and so this is the point where it's totally acceptable for you to bail, and no hard feelings."

I was so relieved to have been able to blurt all that out, even if it did make me blush a nuclear shade of red. The whole time I stammered, Devon just kept looking in my eyes and smiling.

"A couple of months ago, Eva told me about this new girl at work.” Devon said, brushing my hair back, "A girl who was gorgeous and bright, but more importantly was incredibly brave to create a life as a girl, even though she hadn't always been one. Eva never mentioned her name, " he continued, "but when I met you tonight, I wondered if it was you. Now I know it was you, and I have to say I agree with her on the bravery part. Well, and the gorgeous part. And I'm not going to bail. In fact, I'd like to stay, at least until your sick of me and throw me out."

I really did want to say something, but all I could bring myself to do is hold Devon a little tighter, and stretch up to kiss him. Just like at midnight, Devon kissed me softly and sweetly, and this time our tongues met for a longer kiss. When we stopped, I just wanted to melt.

Coming back to myself a little, I told Devon, "If you keep kissing me like that, you may never leave. The wine's on the counter," I said, with a tilt of my head towards the kitchen, stepping back out of Devon's arms, "and glasses are just above."

I unbuttoned my suit jacket, and slid it down my shoulders and off entirely. I liked the way Devon looked down ever so briefly to get a peek at me in my satin corset.

"I'm tired of not being able to breathe normally in this thing," I told him, putting one hand on my belly, "so I'm going to slip into something comfy while you pour wine, okay?"

Devon said okay, and I took a couple of steps down the short hallway towards my bedroom. Devon stopped me before I got too far, though.

"By the way," he said, "I never go home with girls the first night I meet them, either. So, we're both breaking rules. I'll pour the wine." Devon headed into my little kitchen, and I continued into the bedroom, pushing the door only half closed behind me.

I changed quickly, tossing my boots into the bottom of my closet and my clothes onto the chair in my room. I took just a minute in front of the mirror in the bathroom to powder and check my lipstick, and feeling excited and nervous I couldn't help smiling and letting out a little laugh. I found Devon in the sunroom connected to the living room, looking out the big window at Cambridge across the river.

"I love your apartment!" Devon said, turning around and handing me a half glass of red wine.

"Thanks," I replied, "it costs just short of a fortune, but the view is worth it." I gave Devon a quick kiss, and trying to sound more casual than I felt, I said, "Have a seat, make yourself at home."

Devon sat on the couch, and I made my barefoot way around the living room lighting candles. I could just about feel Devon's eyes on me, watching this tall brunette in the black stretch miniskirt and lace wrap top scooting around her living room.

When I was directly across the room from him, lighting candles on the mantle, he asked me, "That's your idea of 'something comfy'?” trying to tease me.

Flirting, I looked back at him over my shoulder, "What, I don't look comfy?" I sat next to him on the couch, my legs tucked under me, and sipped my wine.

"There are a million words for how you look," he told me, turning on the couch to face me better, "but I'm not sure I could use any right now without sounding ridiculous."

I put my glass down on the table in front of the couch, and kneeling up on my knees a little, I took Devon's glass and put it next to mine. I leaned toward Devon, my hands on his shoulders, and his hands went to my hips.

"Hopefully it won't take you long to learn that with me, flattery will get you everywhere."

Unsure that Devon would make a first move, I let my desire push my caution aside, and I leaned forward to kiss him. We kissed more passionately this time, our tongues exploring in between our lips, just as our hands explored elsewhere. I touched Devon's muscular chest and ran my hand through his hair, and he cupped one strong hand behind my neck. I sucked in a little air and tensed a little when Devon's hand traced across my bare tummy, grazing my bellybutton. I hoped that Devon would understand that I loved his touch there. When we finally broke our kiss, we were both breathing a little heavier and both laughed, instantly embarrassed by our sudden passion.

"Okay, my turn for a confession." Devon said, idly running the fingers of one hand across my bare exposed thigh, "I'm nervous, because I want to be so perfect and well, I've never been with a girl like you, and I'm so attracted to you, and I hope to God I'm not saying this all wrong."

After the way I struggled to confess earlier, it was comforting to see him go through the same thing. "You're so sweet," I told him, putting one hand on his cheek, "but you really can't do anything wrong. Don't worry, I'll steer you around the curves." I stood up and held out my hands to pull him up to me. "Why don't we take a few candles to my room. We'll be more comfortable."

Devon carried two candles down the hall, and as I indicated, placed them on top of my dresser. I put one each on the little table by the window and on the bedside table, amidst the books and magazines. My assurances must have bolstered Devon's courage, because he walked up behind me, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me back into him. I thought quickly then about how uncanny it was that he seemed to know everything I loved - the soft tongue kiss, the stroke of my bellybutton, being held from behind this way - but just as quickly I surrendered from thinking and just leaned back into him.

With one hand, he pushed my long hair away and bent to place kisses up the length of my neck, all the way to my earlobe. The other hand, which had started on my belly now traced it's way across to my hip and then up my side, under my arm. I lifted that arm and reached back to put my hand on his shoulder, inviting him to touch me in any way he wanted. Devon seemed to understand, and his hand moved then from my side to lightly touch my breast, caressing it through the layer of lace top and the bra underneath. I arched my back more as Devon cupped my breast with his hand, and I could feel my nipple hardening under his touch. Now Devon was kissing the other side of my neck and lightly flicking my earlobe with his tongue, and his other hand reached up to touch my other breast. I moaned in appreciation as his hands slightly more forcefully massaged my breasts, pushing them together slightly. My knees nearly buckled when Devon put his left hand on my tummy, and pulled me close while touching the exposed skin at the top of my breasts with his right hand.

I just had to kiss him then, so I turned and stood on my toes a little to reach high enough to wildly French kiss. I was flooded suddenly with the thought of how long it had been since I had been with someone so passionately and warmly, and not just unemotionally physically. Devon held me close, my breasts pressing into his chest while we kissed, but I reached in between us then to start unbuttoning his shirt. When I had undone the buttons down nearly all the way to his waist, I ran my hands inside his shirt and across his chest. Devon seemed to enjoy the way I touched his muscular body, especially when I lightly dragged just the tips of my long fingernails down the center of his chest to his stomach. I broke our kiss then, pulling his shirt up out of the waist of his pants, unbuttoning it all the way, and helping him slide it off his shoulders and into a puddle on the floor. In the candlelight, I took a moment to gaze at his chiseled physique. The way every muscle was clearly defined, but not overly developed, sent a new surge of desire through me. With Devon's hands on my shoulders, I kissed and touched his chest all over, including a few light licks and nibbles on his nipples. I gripped Devon's hips and turned him, so that the backs of his legs were pressed against the side of my bed. He laughed a little, maybe at my playful forcefulness, and I looked up into his eyes as I took hold of his belt.

"You don't need these anymore.” I told him, unbuckling the belt and undoing his pants, but intentionally careful for now to not touch him down there. With his pants down off his hips, I had Devon sit on the edge of the bed, and I knelt on the floor to fully take them off. When his socks and pants joined his shirt in the pile on my floor, I stood in front of him, between his legs. With Devon's height, his head was exactly level with my breasts, and I couldn't help but think about how incredible it was to find such a sexy tall boy. For a long time, considering I'm somewhat taller and bigger than most girls and indeed many boys, I had always fantasized about being intimate with someone Devon's size. Somehow, being small in contrast made me feel more feminine somehow. Being taller now though, with Devon sitting on my bed, it was my turn to bend down to kiss him, my hands running through his hair.

While we kissed, Devon gladly took the opportunity to continue touching me with his soft hands. He cupped and squeezed my breasts, but only briefly before reaching to untie my top and pull it down my arms, discarding it to the floor. He touched me again, his thumbs pressed into my hard nipples separated from his fingers by only the smooth satin of my bra. He broke our kiss, and instead started placing kisses on my tummy, and I closed my eyes and just enjoyed his affections, especially when he kissed my bellybutton lightly and let his hands roam down my legs. Soon his hands had cupped my ass and he squeezed my cheeks while now placing kisses deep into the cleavage between my breasts. He hooked the waistband of my skirt with his fingers, and tugged the skirt down my hips, letting it fall around my feet on the floor. Just as I had done, he seemed intent on not touching me any more privately than he had already done, and his hands returned to my hips.

In one motion, I stepped out of the ring of my skirt, and climbed up onto the bed next to Devon. We lay down, side by side, and began insistently tongue kissing again. Devon's right hand immediately went back to touching my breasts, and my own hands went to his chest. Unable to wait any longer, I ran one hand down his chest and across his stomach, stopping every so briefly at his waist before continuing down to touch his erection. It was Devon's turn then to inhale sharply as I stroked his hard cock through the fabric of his briefs. I continued running my cupped hand along his hardon while Devon gripped the front clasp of my bra and deftly unhooked it with his fingers. He pushed the bra aside but not entirely off, and started touching my bare breasts more firmly now and even pinching my hard nipple between his fingers.

I rolled onto my back as Devon leaned up on his left elbow, still rubbing my breasts with his right hand. Shifting a little, he kissed my neck and earlobe again, and then moved down to kiss my breasts. Involuntarily my back arched when his mouth closed around my hard nipple, licking and sucking it slightly while his hand cupped my other breast. In this position I could just reach his hard cock, and I kept my hand there while Devon gently loved my breasts with his mouth. Devon's hand moved down to my stomach and again stroked my bellybutton, making me gasp, and after seemingly steeling his courage began moving his hand lower. Perhaps still unsure of what he'd find, his hand moved slowly across the waist of my satin panties, until his hand came to rest on my own erection. Now, without any hint of bashfulness, Devon touched me, his warm hand lightly rubbing the full length of my cock. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the way Devon stroked me, and I loved the way he was so soft and gentle.

When Devon briefly stopped teasing my breasts with his tongue to kiss me again, I took the opportunity to push him over onto his back, and swung a leg over to straddle his stomach. I pulled my bra off my shoulders, and flung it to the floor, laying my naked chest down on his and kissing him firmly. Devon's hands were on my hips and rubbing my back when I looked up into his eyes.

"Do you like my body?" I whispered, smoothing my tousled hair back away from my face.

"Very much." Devon assured me, "You're so beautiful and sexy."

"Good, because you're making me crazy." I told him.

I'm sure Devon could feel my hardness against his belly as I kissed his neck and then began kissing my way down his sculpted chest. Soon, as I slid down further, our groins met and I took just a moment to rub my hard cock against his through our underwear. Devon seemed to enjoy that since I heard a little sigh of pleasure from above me, but my goal was lower still. I kissed my way down Devon's stomach until I could now rub my firm breasts against his erection, which I know all guys love. Devon was no exception. Glancing up I saw Devon looking at me, perhaps understanding my next move, and I gave him a little smile as I knelt up and reached for the waist of his black briefs. Without stopping, bluffing confidence to hide my sudden nerves, I pulled his briefs out and down his legs and off onto the floor. Quickly, without a look or a touch, I lay down again between Devons legs and went back to kissing his belly. His hardon was pressed firmly into me, just below my breasts, and I teased him again by letting my nipples graze his erection as I knelt back onto my knees.

I had no thoughts of turning back now as I reached down to hold his cock with my right hand while I placed a few kisses on his hips. In my hand, Devon's cock was warm, smooth and hard at the same time, and I consciously considered it's size. Understandably, considering Devon's height it was larger than my own, but by no means scary or intimidating. Being this intimately close with Devon served only to arouse me more, and just as I had pictured in my mind earlier in our taxi, I bent down to please him with my mouth. Eyes open, I held him lightly in my hand and licked the upper half of the shaft a few times with my wet tongue, and then finally placed a few wet licks on the head. I was completely unable to contain my lust any longer, and I opened my mouth and let Devon's cock slide past my lips and into my mouth. Devon's muscles tensed a little then, and my mind went nearly blank as I rythmically pumped my soft lips over his gorgeous cock. I couldn't fully fit him in my mouth, so I lightly stroked the base of his cock, slick from saliva, with my hand. I longed to just lose myself and not stop my attentions, but I came back slightly to my senses then, and thought about all the other ways I wanted Devon to make love to me tonight. With a last long stroke of my tongue up Devon's cock, I moved up lay down next to him on bed, leaning on my elbow and tracing my fingertips across his chest.

"I can't feel my toes." Devon said, also leaning up on his elbow, facing me in the soft candlelight, "That felt so good."

I leaned in, and gave him a short kiss. "Thank you. Someday I won't stop, and we'll see what else goes numb. But tonight I want soemthing else."

Devon snuggled right up to me, his hand reached around to cup my ass, and he kissed me again. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Reaching back, I gripped Devon's hand with my own, and ran his fingers between my round cheeks. I'm not sure if Devon could see me blush or not when I told him. "I want you inside me, in my ass." Devon looked warmly into my eyes, maybe a little startled by my candid suggestion, but when he didn't say anything, I went on. "Have you ever done that, with a real girl, I mean?" I asked him.

"No, never." he told me, a slight smile finally replacing the awestruck look on his face. "I'd love to with you, though. But, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, sweetie, if you let me lead. We need to do this safely, though, so don't move." I rolled over and pulled open the top drawer of my little bedside table, grabbing the necessary items. I turned around, kneeling on the bed next to Devon, and I handed him the tube of lubricant. "A girls best friends. I like to be careful." I told him, showing him the condom I held in my other hand.

Devon sat up, then, and kissed me quickly before telling me sweetly, "I completely understand."

I slid closer to him on the bed, and we kissed. Without looking, I tore open the package, pulled the condom out, and flipped the empty wrapper to the floor. I reached out, and never breaking our kiss, I rolled the condom down Devon's erection with my right hand. "Lay down behind me." I whispered into his ear, and took the tube from his hand. I lay down on my side, propping a few pillows under my shoulder and Devon did the same, but too far behind me, just out of touch. I looked back over my shoulder, and tried to softly chastise him. "Closer silly, I won't hurt you." I scooted back and down a little to perfectly place Devon's erection against my ass, and once there I wiggled my hips a little to tease him. Devon reached his top hand over and onto my stomach, and held me tight while kissing my neck.

Popping the tube open, I took Devon's hand in mine and squeezed a decent sized blob of the jelly onto his fingers. "Rub it onto my ass." I told him, rolling away from him partway, nearly onto my stomach, to give him better access. I swear I could feel his hand tremble slightly with nervousness as he reached down and between my cheeks. When he touched me, I stiffened involuntarily, and Devon pulled his hand back quickly. I pushed my hair back behind my ear, and looked at Devon to reassure him. "It's just cold, that's all. Don't stop." Despite his confessed inexperience, Devon had no trouble placing the lube directly on target, and began smearing it across my opening. Devon also didn't need any additional coaching before he gently pressed the end of a finger inside me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the wonderful sensations, sliding my top leg forward in front of me. Continuing his exploration, Devon pushed his finger deeper in before pulling it back and out. I opened my eyes and looked at Devon again. "That feels so good, keep going." I told him.

Quickly, Devon's hand returned to my backside, and his finger slipped inside me again, and this time he easily and gently slid it back and forth inside me. Instinctively understanding the right things to do, Devon pulled his single finger from me, and now I felt the tips of two fingers. I arched my back slightly and let a little moan out to show my approval, and Devon pushed his two fingers in, achingly slowly. This time he didn't stop until the full length of his fingers were inside me, and his hand cupped the very bottom of my ass. Enjoying the penetraion, I rotated my ass a little and sighed, but my mind was awhirl in desire and anticipation for the pleasure still to come. I didn't want to wait any longer, so I opened my eyes and rolled again on to my side. Devon's hand withdrew from my ass, as if he had done something wrong, but I barely noticed. Instead I squeezed a generous pile of lube into my hand, and looked over my shoulder at Devon. He kissed me, and I reached in between us to lather the lube on his cock, which was iron-stiff in expectation.

I knew that I still needed to lead, so I broke our kiss and looked again at Devon. "Let me start." I told him. I inched a little higher on the bed, and while holding Devon's slick member in my hand, I pressed my bottom down onto him. I tried to relax, breathing lightly through my nose, when I felt the head of his cock against my ass. I pressed harder and somewhat earlier than I had expected it would, the tip of Devon's cock pushed into me. I tensed a little from the sudden intrusion, but that wonderful wave of pleasure from first penetraion quickly washed over me. The early tension was too much, though, and I rocked my hips and slid off his cock. "Did that hurt?" I heard Devon ask from over my shoulder, and in his voice I heard his genuine concern for me. I wanted to quell his fears, so I told him, "No, Devon. It just takes a second to get use to."

I bore down again, and this time his head slipped inside me more easily, and I stopped with him just inside me. More accustomed to the feeling now, I slid another inch or so of Devon's wide cock into me, before slipping up and off of it again. Rolling just slightly away again, I held my cheek with my hand and looked at Devon, trying to show all the lust I was feeling. "Now you do it." I hold him. Devon got his hips into position, and after just the briefest second to find the spot, pressed his cock back into my ass. I tossed my head back a little, so turned on by the difference in feeling between initiating the penetration myself and the feeling of being entered like this. Devon tentatively only pushed partway into me, but I rolled to press my back into his chest and urged him on, whispering to him for more. Devon pushed into me, filling me wonderfully ever deeper, until he stopped with nearly his entire cock buried in my ass. I'm sure Devon believed he could go no further into me, but I made sure to prove him wrong by reaching around to grab his ass, and with a quick move down his body, I plugged the last tantalizing inch of his cock into my ass.

"Oh, that's so good." I said, unable to stay quiet while I reveled in the unique, ecstatic feeling of being so fully invaded. Whispering to Devon again, I told him, "Slide it in and out, but just go slowly." Devon readily complied and shifted only his hips to drive his cock back and forth in my ass. I couldn't help but let out little moans of pleasure as he switched from short movements to long, deep strokes. While Devon smoothly plowed my ass, he took the opportunity to touch me all over, rubbing my breasts and nearly making me explode when he ran his hand down across my own erection. In another instance of his eerie understanding of my intimate pleasures, Devon pulled his cock fully from my ass before sliding it back into me to it's full reach, setting off another wave of just-penetrated bliss in me, and I let out a little squeak.

With that I rolled forward, pulling Devon's cock out of my ass and faced him, tongue kissing him forcefully and passionately. "Sit against the headboard." I commanded him, piling up some pillows for him to rest against. As he settled back against the pillows, I gushed another gob of lube onto my hand, and coated Devon's cock with it. Attempting to be flirty, I looked sideways at Devon and told him, "Can never have too much." I swung a leg over to straddle his hips, and holding his cock in one hand, I sat down, impaling him deep inside me again. Sitting up and down, I could move Devon inside me only a little in this position, but he kissed me strongly and rubbed my hard nipples with his thumbs.

"Do you like making love to me like this?" I asked him, holding the headboard behind him and riding his cock.

"Oh, Kira, I love it." he told me, "It feels so incredible. You are amazing."

I kissed him again then, and letting the my naughty side take control a little, I asked him, "Do you want to make me cum, with your cock in my ass?"

"Oh God yes!" he breathed heavily, holding my ass with his strong hands, helping me slide up and down on his cock. "Good." I told him as I got up off his cock. I spun around to straddle him again, but facing his feet this time. Reaching back, I pulled his cock forward slightly and sat backwards, driving his cock up my ass. Leaning forward and supporting myself with my hands on Devon's thighs, I pumped his cock in deep, fast strokes, and the undeniable pressure began to build inside me. Sitting up more, I pistoned quickly, and began to rub myself with my open hand while Devon massaged my back. In a very sexy move, Devon reached around to grasp my right hand within his, and together we stroked my cock while I continued to ride him. It didn't take long then for me to start a long, full moan of ecstasy, and finally reach my orgasm, splashing cum on the bed between Devon's thighs.

Content for the moment, I rolled sideways off Devon's cock and lay face-down on the bed to catch my breath, and see if the stars in front of my eyes would pass. Devon softly rubbed the small of my back, and pushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear as he'd seen me do many times now. Sitting up I virtually attacked Devon with kisses, and told him how sexy and how good he made me feel. Turning naughty again, I told him between kisses all over his neck, "Now it's your turn, lover. I want you to fuck me, hard, until you cum. Remember, you can't hurt me, don't hold back." There was an undeniable gleam of lust in his eyes as I pulled the pillows out from behind him and piled them up near the end of the bed.

I lay down across the tall stack of pillows, my ass high in the air, and without hesitation Devon knelt behind me. I was face down into the comforter as Devon thrust his cock into my wating ass, and wasted no time in taking hold of my hips and pumping himself in and out of my ass. His full strokes felt incredible after my orgasm, and I gripped handfuls of the comforter and moaned deeply. I took hold of the footboard and pulled myself up a little, arching my back and flipping my hair over to look back at Devon. He was looking intently downwards, understanably fascinated by the view of his cock stretching my tiny opening, and in the flickering light of the candles on my dresser I could just see the very base of his shiny cock when it wasn't fully embedded up my ass. Devon's strokes sped up, and he started moaning himself as he slammed his hips against me. I could feel and see all his muscles tense, and with a last thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in my ass, Devon let out a loud sigh and I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came. Spent, Devon collapsed down on top of me, and I relished his protective weight on top of me as much as the erotic feeling of his cock still filling my warm ass.

Devon slid backwards, and his cock slid gently out of me, and he rolled over onto his back. As he lay there, recovering, I kissed him softly on the lips, and told him not to move. "As if I could if I wanted to." he explained, and he honestly did look exhausted. I stood up and tiptoed across the carpet into the bathroom adjoining my bedroom, smiling at the pleasurable ache in my ass. When I returned to the bed with a washcloth wet with warm water, I found Devon exactly where I left him. He looked up at me, but didn't say a word as I slipped the condom off his deflating cock, and gently cleaned him with the cloth. When I felt satisfied with my efforts, I lay down next to Devon on my stomach, and slid the cloth between my cheeks to wash myself a little. When I noticed Devon watching, I joked with him, "They say that sex is messy, but only if you do it right." He laughed, and kissed me again.

"I hope you realize that you're required to sleep here tonight, after sexing me up like that." I told him.

"Mmm, I was hoping that was the case," he replied, "because there's nowhere I'd rather sleep."

Devon got ready for bed in the bathroom, after slipping back into his briefs, and I pulled my own panties back on. I dug out some nice pajamas, a pink satin tank and boxers, from my drawer, and took my turn in the bathroom to wash my face before bed. When I came back, Devon had thoughtfully turned down the covers and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I told him to climb in while I blew out the candles, and then I jumped onto the bed next to him, giggling and crawling my way up for another kiss. I snuggled under the covers with him, my back to his chest, and I fell asleep, smiling with Devon's arm holding me tight.

The next afternoon, I sat in the big comfy chair in my sunroom, looking out the picture window at the early Winter sunset. I was showered and clean after my New Years Day yoga class, and I sat with a cup of lemon tea, replaying everything from the past twenty-four hours in my head. This morning Devon, grinning like a schoolboy, had headed home with all my phone numbers in hand, promising to call tonight or maybe tomorrow.

I didn't care when he called, just as long as he did.

This could be the one. I thought to myself, sipping tea. Well, okay, here I go.

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