This Year's Girl

...Otherwise Known as February 14th

Eva and I were just getting back from our newly traditional Friday lunch and shopping hour when we ran into my assistant Susan near the copier.

"Looks like someone got flowers for Valentine's Day. Better go look in your office," she said, giving us sly smile.

"The Harrison thing must be getting serious, if he sent you flowers." I told Eva. Eva had met Harrison just after New Years, and they've gone on a couple of nice dates, but so far nothing more physical had happened.

"I wasn't talking about Eva's office, silly" Susan called over her shoulder, heading to her desk.

I glanced at Eva as the bottom of my stomach dropped out. Eva simply grabbed my hand and dragged me across to my office door. In the center of my desk, in a small white vase, were two red roses. I could just see a small white card tucked in between them. When I made no move towards my desk, Eva walked over and grabbed the card, holding it out for me to take it. All I could do is stare at it blankly and shake my head no, as if Eva were handing me a live snake. Eva opened the card and quickly read it to herself.

"Oh boy." was all she said, pulling my hand up and putting the card in my palm, and walking out the door of my office. Now I had to read it for myself.

I want to see you. Tomorrow night - 8pm - your place?

"You've got to be shitting me." I said, to no one at all.

I probably should have called Devon to tell him that I wanted to see him too, but since he had dumped me on our last date - on my birthday no less - I felt justified in not calling and letting him twist. Promptly at 8 o'clock, the buzzer from the front door went off in my apartment and with my heart beating I walked over to answer. I decided at the last minute to just buzz and open the front door, instead of talking. It had to be Devon anyway, since no one else was coming over. A scant second later there was a knock at my door.

I pulled the apartment door open wide and Devon was standing in the hallway. My stomach dropped again when I saw him there in that black leather coat that made him look so good, but I also noticed the bundle of red roses he was cradling in his arms. I decided I had to put him on the defensive right up front.

"Someone gave you roses?" I asked him, forcing my nervousness down and smiling at him.

"No, you goof. Can I come in?" he said, and walked in when I motioned him in with my hand. "They're for you." he told, holding the flowers out, when I had shut the door and turned to face him.

I took the flowers from him, and I could already feel my eyes getting a little wet.

"You better explain yourself mister, showing up on a girl's doorstep with roses on Valentine's Day." I said, trying to sound confident but still fighting back the possible tears.

"Girlfriends always get roses on Valentine's Day. Anyone knows it," he said, but he didn't stop there when I opened my mouth to say something.

"Kira, listen, I'm so sorry for what happened on your birthday." he started, stepping close and putting his hands on my arms. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since then, and I wish I hadn't said everything that I said."

I looked up him, and didn't even think about hiding the tear running down my cheek.

"It's probably corny and cliche to do this on Valentine's Day, but it turns out that I'm crazy about you." he said, rubbing the tear off with his thumb. "And if I haven't entirely ruined things I'd like to be your full-time Valentine."

"Well, there's this whole stack of other guys who'll be disappointed," I said, smiling and wiping the tears off my cheeks, but stopping to look at Devon seriously. "But you were the only one I wanted."

Devon smiled back at me and leaned down to kiss me, warmly and fully. Despite what had happened between us, it didn't feel strange at all to be back together so easily and so quickly. I knew that I hadn't at all gotten over Devon, or left behind the thoughts and dreams of the relationship I wanted us to have. I hadn't expected him to change his mind, though, so it was easy now to forgive and forget.

"Just as long as you don't think you can just show up and make things better with beautiful flowers every time you do something wrong." I told him when we broke our kiss.

"I can't?" he asked.

"No." I told him, poking him in the stomach, "Sometimes there has to be jewelry and gifts and stuff." I smiled up at him and stood tiptoe for another quick kiss.

"Well, if you're gonna stay and be all boyfriendy, then take your coat off and get comfy. I'll put these in water." I walked into the kitchen to get a vase while Devon hung his coat on the back of a chair, and kicked his shoes off by the front door.

"Although I don't know if it's a good sign that you make me cry every time I see you." I called to him from the kitchen as I put the flowers in my big crystal vase.

Devon walked over and put his arms around my waist, standing behind me. "No more crying, I promise." He hugged me in tight, and I closed my eyes and smiled, loving the feeling. "But I was hoping we could talk about things, about where we go from here."

"Talk before just jumping in?" I joked, turning to face him, "Hey, I'll try anything once." Devon smiled at me. "I talk much better with a glass of wine, though."

"Oh good, me too!" Devon said.

"You open. Corkscrew's in there. Wine glasses in there." I told him, pointing in turn to the wine rack, and the drawer next to the sink, and finally to the cabinet in the corner. I carried the vase of flowers into my living room, and set them in the middle of the table in front of my couch. The first two roses were in my bedroom, on my dresser. Devon met me there and handed me a glass. We clinked glasses and sipped the sweet red wine he had picked out.

I walked around the table and sat down on the couch, pulling my bare feet up under me. "Not that I'm complaining, but why the switch? You don't have to do this if you feel guilty after my birthday or feel bad for me after anything I told you that night."

Devon sat next to me on the couch, one leg up and turned to face me. "No sweetie, that's not why." he told me, "What happened on your birthday was just me freaking out too much. It just took me a while to think through things, and realize you don't let a smart, unbelievably beautiful and sexy girl get away just because you feel a little nervous. But I won't lie, Kira. I am nervous and I feel so...unsure about us."

"No one expects you to have all the answers, Devon." I said, "I don't really know what I'm doing either, you know. I'm trying to figure out what's right as I go along."

"Well, we can figure it out together, then." he said smiling, "And take things as slow as we need to, okay?"

"Look, if you mean what happened on New Years, I know that was way too soon. And we don't have to...I mean I want to, but if you..." I stammered at him.

"I do want to, Kira." he said, holding my hand, "But it's new for me, that's all."

The way he smiled at me then made me feel like things would be all right. We talked for a while longer, mostly about what had happened in our lives in the three weeks since my birthday. I told him about all the names I called him while talking to Eva about the split, and he laughed, saying it was no less than he deserved. Mostly we found that we had both been missing the other, and dreading the thought of facing Valentine's Day alone. We had nearly finished the wine, and were sitting cozy on the sofa.

"And since you were wondering, I don't' think it's corny at all, you coming over on Valentine's Day to make up. And thank you, no one's ever given me roses before." I told him, sipping my wine and looking at the vase on the table.

"You're welcome." he told me, kissing my cheek and running his hand through my hair. "Every girl should get roses on Valentine's Day. And besides," he went on, "I didn't think chocolate or lingerie was appropriate."

"Oh no, they're always appropriate." I told him, smiling and snuggling in closer, "Especially the lingerie. Can't go wrong with me there."

"Okay." he laughed, "I'll remember that from now on."

"Anyway, we're covered there." I explained, "I bought myself some to cheer me up, even if I had to wear it tonight alone."

"How nice." Devon said, "Do I get to see it, since I'm here now and you're not alone?"

"Listen to you, flirty-pants!" I joked, "Of course you can."

I got off the couch and zipped into my bedroom. My new purchase was on top of my underwear drawer, since I had just bought it this week. I grabbed the two pieces out of the drawer and went back into the living room.

"See, it's kind of a babydoll thing, and..." I started, kneeling on the couch, showing Devon the red lingerie in my hands.

Devon laughed softly at my little display, and I stopped. "I meant, do I get to see it on?" he explained.

"Mmmm, I was hoping you would want to." I told him, and I leaned in to give him a nice kiss. "Stay here, but fewer lights, more candles." I instructed him, circling my finger in the air, before running back to my bedroom to change.

I lit a few candles in my room, and in the dim light I smeared a little shiny gloss on my lips before making sure I looked all right in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked good in my new red babydoll, with my flat stomach and pierced belly button showing between the folds, and my breasts pushed up by the cups. The ribbon that held the whole thing on was tied perfectly in front, but the matching panties couldn't hide my obvious excitement at the prospect of a sexy night with Devon. Before I left the room, I made sure to toss a little towel onto my bed, thinking we'd need it later.

I did my best to slink out my bedroom door, and in full view of Devon I stopped and modeled my new outfit. He just smiled as I made the smallest curtsy and a spin to show off, before walking across the floor to him. Since there was no need to hide my obvious intentions, I climbed right up into Devon's lap, straddling his legs, and leaning forward for a wonderful French kiss.

"You look amazing." Devon said, when we broke our kiss.

"Thank you, Cupid." I told him "We'll have to see how long you can resist taking it off me."

"Probably not very long." he admitted, but then he got a concerned look on his face. "And I'm hoping I'm not ruining the mood by asking if we can talk about, well, about what we..."

Devon's uncertainty was obvious, and I feared he might never get to a point, so I jumped in to take the lead.

"Devon, sweetie, shhh. We wont do anything you're uncomfortable with. You don't have to touch me anywhere or do anything you don't want. Was everything that we did on New Year's okay?" I asked.

"It was unbelievable. I just don't know if it was you expect me to do or what you like or if I hurt you or..."

He stopped when I giggled at that, and I felt bad for laughing, so I figured I'd better explain. Thinking that it would make things less confusing and maybe a little arousing, I decided to stop beating around the bush and tell him in plain words what I thought.

"Devon, you're so sweet to worry about me, but you didn't hurt me and you can't if we start slow like we did that night. And I love feeling you in my ass, so if you like it, I want you to do it to me whenever you want. And I love going down on you and feeling you in my mouth, and since you might be wondering, I don't expect you to do that to me. Mostly I want you not to worry, because you really can't do anything wrong. Okay?" I cupped his cheeks in my hands, and Devon smiled and nodded.

To show me that we had apparently talked enough and he felt better about our situation, he pulled me in for another long kiss, playing with my tongue with his own. Soon Devon's hands were holding my hips as we kissed, and below me I could feel him getting more excited. Devon ran his hands up my side, and I sharply sucked in air when they reached my breasts, cupping them firmly. One hand slid across my breast, undoubtedly able to feel my hardened nipple through the soft satin of my babydoll, and then continued up the bare skin of my cleavage and finally around the back of my neck to pull me in even tighter. I broke our kiss and leaned my forehead on Devon's, running my hands through his hair and breathing heavily.

"You make me crazy," I told him, "Let's go into my bedroom."

I stood and pulled Devon by his hands to my room. Standing in the middle of the floor, I stopped him and spun around, so that my back was to him. I reached my hands back to his hips and his arms were around mine, touching me everywhere. Again he rubbed my bare chest, but this time he took my breasts in both hands. I cooed my appreciation when he strongly rubbed my breasts and rolled my hard nipples between his fingers. When he ran one hand down my stomach, I pushed my ass back slightly, thinking I could rub his erection, but I was just a little too short to reach high enough. Devon seemed to understand my thought, though, and moaned a little.

I spun around to face him, and he leaned down to kiss me quickly. "I'll have to get some tall shoes, so I can do that right." I told him with a smile. "But right now I've just got to get all your clothes off." I unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it untucked and tossed it on the floor. I rubbed his chest and nibbled just a little before reaching to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. With his jeans around his knees, I told Devon to sit, and with him on the edge of my bed I pulled his pants down and off, and held up his feet to pull his socks off. Pulling him standing again, I reached around to grab his ass, so perfect in his black briefs.

Now I let myself run my hands more over his ass and firm stomach while I laced kisses all over his chest. I leaned up for him to kiss me, and the moment our lips touched I cupped his hard cock with my hand, and it was his turn to take a quick, deep breath. Our tongues played while I rubbed him with my hand, but I wanted something else. With a few more kisses on his chest, and a little scratch down his sides with my recently painted red nails, I knelt on the carpet and looked up into Devon's eyes. I tried to give him my wickedest little smile as I grabbed the waist of his briefs and pulled them out and down, all the way to his ankles. I helped him step out of his undies, and then I tossed them into the heap of his clothes. His cock stuck out so sexily from his hips, and I took it in one hand, giving him a last quick look before setting in on my prize.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and put half of his hard cock into my warm mouth. Devon moaned at the suddenness of my attack, and he lightly stroked my hair as I slid my lips back and forth along his hard shaft. When I had gotten him nice and wet, I licked and sucked on just the head while I jerked him with my hand. Devon's cock, bigger than most I'd ever encountered and bigger than mine for sure, filled my mouth so sexily. I let out a deep breath and tried to relax, and then with a very wet mouth, slid him as far back into my mouth as I could. I had only three quarters in, and I stopped before holding his ass and pushing my mouth a little more. Nearly gagging I pulled back, promising myself that someday I'd get him all the way in, down my throat if need be. I also thought quickly about when the first time I could do this to him and not stop until he filled my mouth with his come. Only the things that Devon would do to me later that night would be a more perfect way to spend Valentine's Day night, than on my knees sucking his hard cock.

I stood up, releasing his slick cock from my mouth and pinning it between our bodies. "I could do that to you forever." I told Devon. He smiled and we kissed again, but I pulled him over to the bed, and climbed up. I lay down on my back, and Devon lay alongside me, propped up on one elbow. His hands roamed across my body while he kissed me, but this time he didn't stop at my stomach. Reaching down with his hand, he found my own erection straining my panties, and he rubbed it with his hand. I arched my back and moaned at the attention, glad that Devon wasn't too shy about my body to touch me there. Soon though, he reached higher, and gave a quick pull on one of the leads of the bow holding my lingerie. It easily untied, and he pushed the fabric aside to palm first one breast and then the other. Skooching down the bed, he got low enough to take a nipple in his mouth, and he sucked on it. He pinched my other nipple with his fingers and it felt so good, but then his hand trailed down my stomach again. His fingertips lingered to tease my belly button briefly, but then, without warning, his hand slid under the waist of my panties and grabbed my stiff cock. He rubbed my bare erection before rolling his wrist and gripping the shaft in his hand, stroking up and down in rhythm with his licking of my nipple. I let out a fairly loud moan and squirmed a little, loving the way he touched me.

After only a while of his playing with me, he pulled my panties down my hips, and I raised my butt up to help him slip them off my legs. When I was free, I rolled sideways, and now at the right height, I rubbed my ass back into Devon's cock. He felt so warm, and I loved the way his rigid shaft slid between the cheeks of my ass. Devon kissed my neck and held my breast as I ground back into him. I was so turned on and I wanted him inside me, then and now.

I rolled to face him, and Devon kissed me. "You make me feel so good," I told him, "and I want you to make love to me, if you want to."

"I do want to." Devon told me, smiling and kissing me again. "Top drawer." I said, nodding my head, indicating the table next to the bed. I watched him pull the drawer open and look inside. He pulled out the lubricant that I kept there, and set it on top of the table. He fished inside again, and I watched enraptured as he rolled a condom onto his cock. Every way that he moved was so sexy, and I hoped that one day soon we'd know we were safe, and we wouldn't need them anymore. Kneeling on the bed next to me, Devon took the tube and squirted some of the gel onto his fingers. I stopped him when he looked ready to reach for my ass, as I'd taught him on New Year's. "Right there." I told him while I pushed his hand down towards his own cock. Watching him slick his cock with the gel, making it shiny in the candlelight turned me on even more, knowing that he'd soon push it inside me.

I reached down and just nabbed a corner of the little towel at the end of the bed with my fingertips, and flicked it up to Devon. With a little chuckle, Devon took it and cleaned his fingers. Impulsively, I jumped up and kissed him hard, holding his face, kneeling in front of him. When I stopped, Devon had a surprised look on his face. "I couldn't help myself." I told him "Everything you do makes me want you more and more." I lay back down and turned onto my side, facing the wall, and Devon lay down behind me.

No part of our bodies were touching until I felt the tip of his cock slip between the cheeks of my ass, and the touch made me jump, all tingly. I wiggled my hips to help Devon get the right spot, and when his cock was just at the opening of my ass, I pushed my hips down. The head of his cock popped in quickly, and my body tensed a little with the sudden flush of pleasure and pain the penetration brought. "Are you all right?" Devon asked, putting one hand on my hip. I nodded yes, and let myself relax. I was glad that Devon took my nod as permission, because he waited only a fraction of a second before slowly pushing his cock further into me. He'd push a little, stop, push, stop, and before I knew it his full length was buried in my ass, his hips pressed against my cheeks and his chest right up against my back. His top arm held me across my chest, pulling me back into him and I held his arm with one hand, while the other tightly gripped the corner post of my headboard, my breath coming quick and ragged.

I wallowed in the erotic feeling of being totally full in the ass and hoped that Devon enjoyed the sensation as much as I did. Devon then withdrew his cock all the way back out of my ass, and waited a split second before pushing it all the way inside again. "Oh god, I love that." I moaned, eyes closed. Encouraged, Devon pulled out again, but this time waited until I squeezed his hand with mine before he filled my ass with his cock again. I moaned again and I didn't stop while Devon started a fast cadence of stroking deeply up my ass and back, but no longer pulling all the way out. All pain was gone now, and Devon's movements only brought me intense pleasure.

Devon stopped, and let his cock slide back out of my ass. He knelt on the bed below me, and I turned my shoulders to face him, with my legs still swung to the side. On his knees, Devon was able to hold himself above me and kiss me while he guided his cock back into my ass. Never breaking our kiss, he fucked me deeply, steadily speeding up his strokes. When he stopped, I kissed him again, and pulled myself up off his cock, and got onto my hands and knees in front of him. I flipped my hair over my shoulders and looked back at Devon, trying to show him all my lust with my smile.

Provoked, Devon got behind me and while holding my hips with his hands, slipped his cock into my ass. He stopped with only a little inside though, and quickly wiggled it in and out. All I could do was let out a little groan, nearly a squeak, at the way he teased me. Apparently pleased at his game, Devon pushed fully into my ass, and I rewarded him with a loud moan. He started giving me a deep and fast fuck, and I reached one hand back to grip my own cock. As turned on as I was, with the excitement of the night, it only took a couple of pulls to make my cock spray come down onto the bed. I think Devon knew I had come by my quick moans, and after only another few strokes I felt him grip my hips tighter and stop stroking as he came.

We collapsed downward, spooned, into a jumble on the bed. We both breathed deeply and quickly for a while, slightly sweaty in the cool air. I even felt Devon's cock, still deep in my ass, twitch once or twice. When I had recovered enough, I rolled over and lay on top of Devon, our slick cocks sliding together. Looking up at him, I pushed my hair behind my ears and smiled.

"See what you'd be missing if you really had split up with me." I joked with him.

"What ever was I thinking?" he said, and kissed me sweetly.

"You are sleeping over, right?" I asked him after we lay snuggling and resting for a while.

"I want to." Devon said, smoothing my hair.

"Good, I wouldn't have it any other way." I told him. I hopped up off the bed and Devon just watched me as I searched in a drawer for some jammies, and then into the little bathroom off my room. I emerged all cleaned up and brushed in my cute boyshort and cami, and walked over to where Devon sat on the edge of the bed. I held out the  little gift I carried and Devon took it from me - a brand new toothbrush.

I stood right in close to him, with my arms on his shoulders. "You can fuck my ass all night, any time you want," I told him, enjoying the way his eyebrows raised in a little bit of shock at my words, "but you're not putting my toothbrush in your mouth. And no, it doesn't make sense, just do what I say."

While Devon used the bathroom, I blew out all the candles and waited in bed. Devon came out, back in his briefs, and hopped in with me.

"Inside okay or do you want the edge?" I asked him. Devon snuggled down, his back towards the wall, and told me that he was perfect right there. "Good." I told him, and sunk down under the covers, pressed back against his body, his arm holding me while I smiled and slipped off into sleep.

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