The Talent
Date: 10.01.2008
Keywords: The, Talent,
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Jennifer and Derrick rode in the cab holding hands. She had been living in the city since graduating from college just over a year ago and, in that time, had not had much of a social life as she put her energy into writing for a regional magazine. On occasion she dated but most of those had been setups by well meaning friends. She had been in only two serious relationships, both back in college, but that seemed forever ago.
"So, tell me. If you have a good job downtown, why do you live so far uptown?" she asked. "Actually, beyond uptown?" she added.
Derrick smiled. "A good friend of mine owns rental properties up there. I have a huge apartment all to myself and the rent is dirt-cheap. But part of the deal is that on Saturdays I have to do some general upkeep on the building."
Jennifer feigned horror. "I'm on a date with a building superintendent?"
He laughed. "Part-time super," he corrected. "There's a regular maintenance guy that covers my friend's buildings during the week doing the major stuff but he has weekends off. That's where I come in, keeping the halls clean, replacing light bulbs, sweeping the steps, that kind of stuff. I get a great deal for doing maybe six hours of work a week."
They lapsed back into the comfortable silence. Jennifer studied Derrick's face as he looked out the window at the passing nighttime skyline. She felt comfortable with him as if she had known him for a long time but there was an air of mystery surrounding him. He was a year older than her, lived up in Washington Heights, and worked as a graphic designer for a major ad agency. "It's hard to believe I just met him this morning," she thought.
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Jennifer was in line at the deli waiting for her morning bagel with cream cheese. When she pulled out her cash, change scattered on the floor. The man waiting in line behind her knelt down and helped her collect the nickels and quarters.
"Thanks," she said as he reached out to place the money in her hands. At the moment his fingers touched her palm, Jennifer felt a small jolt of electricity run up her spine and, in her mind's eye, saw her having a romantic dinner with this stranger. How long this scene lasted she didn't know, but the image was burned into her mind. The man cleared his throat and Jennifer realized she was holding his fingers.
"Sorry," she mumbled, letting go. "I seem to have spaced out for a moment." The stranger before her grinned shyly and said, "That's OK. That's happened to me from time to time." Jennifer studied the man for a moment. He was about her age, maybe five inches taller, attractive, with light brown hair and kind blue eyes. His face wore an easy smile.
She held out her hand. "I'm Jennifer."
"I'm Derrick," he replied, taking her hand in his. Again, when their hands touched, the image of them having dinner flashed in Jennifer's mind. "Ask him out," her inner voice asked. "I don't know him," her inner voice countered. Her internal debate was interrupted when Derrick let go of her hand and said, "Well, have a good day. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." He turned to leave.
"Wait!" she almost shouted. "Would you like to have dinner with me? Tonight?"
The shy smile returned to Derrick's face. "Sure, I would like that a lot," he replied. They arranged to meet at Angelo's on 43rd that night at 8PM.
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When they arrived at Jennifer's building, Derrick paid the cabbie while Jennifer got out and climbed the half flight of stairs to the door, rummaging for her keys. She turned and waited as Derrick climbed the steps. He had a calm expression on his face as he took her hand in his. "I had a really great time tonight and I want to see you again," said Derrick quietly. "I believe there's a spark between us."
Jennifer was taken aback as she was just thinking those exact words. Ask him in. Her inner voice was getting more insistent lately. "Do you want to come in?" she blurted out. "The evening doesn't need to end just yet. My roommate is staying at her boyfriend's tonight so we'd have the place to ourselves." Mortified, Jennifer realized what she was saying. "Why did I say my roommate was gone? That's a stupid thing to say to a guy you hardly know. He could be some crazed axe murderer!" A calm voice soothed her mind. "You can see he doesn't have an axe - he's a very sweet guy. You'll invite him up, maybe have a drink and talk some more. No harm in that."
Derrick studied her face carefully. "Are you sure? You look a little, uh, conflicted and I don't want to impose."
Jennifer smiled. "I'm sure. But I must warn you, it's a fifth floor walk-up."
Derrick laughed. "It wouldn't be New York if it wasn't."
Jennifer led the way up. As they climbed the stairs, she thought she could feel his eyes on her ass. Smiling to herself, she added a little more hip sway to her walk. She looked down at him as she turned onto a landing and could see his ears were turning pink.
She suppressed a laugh. "Come on, it's just one more flight." Derrick wished she lived higher up.
After Jennifer showed him in and triple locked the door, she took his coat and gestured to the living room. "Have a seat, I'll be right back." Derrick sat on the couch and attempted to look relaxed. "I'll get some wine. I have a decent bottle of red," Jennifer called on her way to the kitchen.
She returned carrying a bottle of wine, an opener, and two glasses. Derrick opened the bottle and poured. They spent the next half hour and the bottle of wine talking and learning more about each other. Eventually, there was long pause as they looked at each other. Then Derrick leaned closer.
Their lips met, soft and warm. Again, Jennifer felt the spark and kissed back harder. A vision formed in her mind of Derrick unbuttoning her blouse and sliding his hand over her breast. She parted her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues played over each other's. She imagined Derrick sliding his hand up her skirt. Jennifer broke the kiss. "Am I really this horny?" To answer that question she closed her eyes and kissed him again.
"unsnapping his jeans reaching in pulling out his hard cock clear fluid on the tip leaning down his cock in her mouth her hand gripping stroking"
Jennifer broke the kiss again. "Where did THAT come from? I've never done that before." She was aware of the heat spreading between her legs and felt flushed.
"Is everything all right?" asked Derrick.
"Yeah, I just needed to catch my breath." "Slow down, girl. Just chill out and take it easy," she thought but then brought his face to hers, closed her eyes and kissed him.
"lying naked on her back her breathing heavy Derrick kissing down her stomach his mouth on her sex her back arching pleasure building licking sucking her pussy his tongue on her clit electrifying her body"
Jennifer broke the kiss suddenly, her eyes wide. "It felt so real, but then, nobody has ever done that to me. How could I know what a tongue feels like on my pussy?" Her mind was a jumble of confused thoughts and visions. Derrick leaned back, looking concerned. "Maybe I should go," he said. "It's been a great evening and I wouldn't want to spoil it by over staying my welcome. Besides, I have to be up early tomorrow." He started to stand up.
"No, wait!" Jennifer grabbed his hand. "It's OK. You're not over staying your welcome. Please, sit down," pulling Derrick back to her side. As he sat down, she leaned back against the end of the couch.
"Before we go any further, and there's no guarantee that we will, are you clean? Do you have any social diseases I should know about?" she asked.
"Clean bill of health," he assured her. "You?"
"Me, too. Come here then," she murmured, putting her hands on each side of his face.
He kissed her, soft and tender at first, then harder, his tongue dancing in her mouth. She knew his lust was building, just like hers. She lightly sucked the tip of his tongue, her hands in his hair. His hand caressed her body, across her flat stomach and up her side toward her breast.
"eagerly sucking up down his shaft his sweet meat in her mouth running her tongue around the tip down to the base up the underside feeling his blood pulsing in the thick vein her hand caressing cleanly shaven balls gently squeezing her mouth moving up down his cock wanting him to explode in her mouth her head bobbing faster his body tensing waiting for him to come doubling her efforts until"
"tongue sliding into her wet pussy licking inside her probing hands squeezing breasts fingers rubbing nipples little circles hands under her knees lifting legs up spreading apart her sex opening his tongue plunging mouth on clit tongue flicking waves of pleasure tongue moving rapidly circles swirling around around fingers rubbing nipples faster pussy swelling as she"
A moan escaped from her lips as she felt Derrick's hand squeezing her breast. Her pussy felt swollen and strained against her panties. He was kissing the soft skin of her neck, his head nuzzling her. Jennifer reached down and tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his waistband. She pulled his shirt off and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Derrick unbuttoned her blouse and undid the clasp at the front of her bra. He pushed the material aside and freed one of her soft mounds of flesh.
She felt wetness growing between her legs as his thumb rubbed her nipple. His hand squeezed as he kissed down her neck, his mouth moving towards her exposed breast. Jennifer's ran her hand through his hair, guiding him until his lips brushed against her hard nipple. Derrick licked and sucked her nipple making it painfully hard. Her eyes closed and her head rocked back in pleasure.
Derrick's hand slid up the inside of her thigh under her skirt, his fingers lightly caressing her skin. Jennifer opened her legs wider as his hand moved higher until his fingers lightly brushed across her panty-clad pussy. She gasped as his fingers grazed over her clit and she raised her hips to press her pussy against his hand.
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Keywords: The, Talent,