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She just never imagined it would be Adam who would draw those feelings from her.
Lynn's pace slowed as she walked down the hallway. She stared at the floor as she thought. "Okay," she thought to herself, "What happened, happened. Can't do anything about that. What do we do now?"
Lynn smirked. She knew for damn sure it wasn't going to happen again. Morally, they had done nothing wrong. Both were consenting adults...well, Adam was barely one, but whatever. Alright, doing what they did in the community centre would not go over well with the directors...so, they just wouldn't find out about it. Lynn raised her eyes upward and nodded as she thought this through.
First things first, she had to talk to Adam. Just talk, adult-to-adult.
She rounded the corner that led to the entrance of the centre. Olivia was standing by the reception desk, leaning against the counter, and talking to Cassie. As she approached, her friend turned to her and smiled.
"Hey, you," Olivia said, "You've been kind of ducking in-and-out this morning. What's up?"
"Nothing," Lynn shrugged, "Just checking up on things in the gym." She had been hoping her little treks around the complex would shake off some of the distraction in her face.
She noted that Cassie was looking a little more miserable than she was for some reason but didn't think much of it.
"Seen Adam?" Lynn asked.
Olivia shook her head. "Not yet. He's late shift today," she replied, "Should be coming in about 15 minutes."
"Ah, that's right. Completely forgot," Lynn said.
"Probably needed the morning to recover a bit, anyway," Olivia noted, "Must have had a good time last night."
Lynn pursed her lips and peaked her brows. "Hmm?"
"I mean he probably enjoyed himself at his birthday party," Olivia said. She turned to Cassie, "You guys all had fun?"
Cassie looked up from her seat. With a pause and an unusually dull expression on her face, she sighed and said flatly, "Yeah."
Olivia chuckled, thinking the girl must have had a bit of a hangover. "But are you sure you're okay?" she asked turning back to Lynn, "You look a little flushed."
Lynn checked her watch, anxiously trying not to meet Olivia's eyes. She knew her heart rate was beating more rapidly at the moment. She felt like a child trying to sneak a fallen bird in her pocket past her mother.
She turned and stared blankly at a clipboard on the counter. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nope. Everything is good. Maybe I overdid it with the running and swimming last night. Anyway, do you want to go over next week's sche-..."
Lynn cut herself off as she finally looked towards Olivia. Her friend, however, was looking past her over her shoulder, and Cassie was also gazing blankly off to her side.
"Dominic," Olivia said uneasily.
Still facing Olivia, Lynn's eyes widened and her heart stopped. All that blood that was under her flushed cheeks suddenly drained away. She held her breath and slowly pivoted around. It took a moment for her eyes to readjust, but the image of Dominic, her ex-boyfriend, became clear very quickly.
A half-second later, she noticed the brunette woman standing beside him, staring back at her with green eyes, cold enough to send an uneasy shudder through her from head-to-toe.
"Should have stayed in bed," Lynn thought to herself, once more.
*********
A little over a month ago...
The night had been perfect. The day had been perfect. The week, the last month, were all perfect. Now the moment was perfect. Lynn wondered exactly what she had done to have earned such a perfect time in her life. Short of drowning puppies in a box, she would do anything to bank more times like this one.
Strolling through the corridor of her building towards her apartment, trying to stay whimsical, sexy, and cool, she was having trouble hiding the giddiness she felt. In one hand was a bouquet, a pricey arrangement of exquisite, colourful flowers. Really, she could have been holding a dried stick and she'd be feeling the same excited way. It was what she was holding in her other hand that got her heart throbbing and charged her nerves.
A large, strong, deep tan-skinned hand held her softer hand in an impossibly gentle grasp. Lynn smiled broadly, her upper teeth pinching on her lower lip. Pulling away her eyes that were trailing on the carpeted corridor before her, she looked up and towards the owner of the hand that was holding hers. Dominic turned and stretched his soft lips into a warm smile of his own, narrowing his amber-brown eyes that seemed to reflect every bit of light that hit them with a teasing twinkle. Though already glowing from the alcohol she had consumed earlier that evening, Lynn could feel her face flush at least a shade deeper pink just looking up at him.
It shouldn't have been this easy. After a few years of not really trying to hook up with anyone and bouncing around short, casual relationships, Olivia and other friends had managed to coax her into giving a long term relationship a shot. With their help, she created a profile on one of those online dating services, posted a picture, and hit the enter button. A flood of messages awaited her the next morning when she checked her inbox.
Admittedly, it was exciting to see so much interest poured upon her...at first. Sorting and reading through the messages, while fun and amusing for awhile, soon became a chore, especially when most of them came across as either shallow, totally off the mark, or often downright lurid. After the first dozen, she didn't even bother to respond and clicked the delete button like she had a nervous twitch.
After about two weeks of this --not really being a patient person when it came to these things-- she had just about given up. Gazing at a screen of unopened messages, she decided to click on one last email: "Hey, Let's Talk." That simple message opened to a profile page of a decidedly attractive man: swarthy complexion, dimpled and squared jaw, shaved head, thick and dark brows hovering over uniquely light brown eyes. The caption under the picture: "This is my brother. He got all the ugly genes." That made Lynn chuckle. The rest of the concise, yet warmly and sincerely written, profile piqued her interest more than enough for her to send a reply and invite to share some more info about one another.
It hadn't taken too many emails to exchange phone numbers and soon after that, the ubiquitous meet up at a coffee shop. Yet, the moment Lynn had entered the café and saw Dominic at a table by the window, waving her down with his very agreeable smile, she knew this wasn't going to be a 'one cup of coffee and good-bye' date.
Dominic was well-groomed, looking fine in a black dress shirt and blue jeans. He had a confident, deep voice. His handsome face accompanied an obviously healthy physique.
"What in the world are you doing using a dating service?" Lynn teased midway through their conversation.
"You give me your answer first. If I decide it's better, I'll use it," he replied.
But even more appealing than his physical attractiveness and charm, was his maturity. That was it for Lynn, really. Everyone else, from the guys she dated to the guys who sent her messages through the service, she felt she couldn't quite trust probably because they came off as immature. Dominic was five years older than her. For whatever reason, she sensed there was going to be no messing around with this fellow, no games. She hoped so anyway. She really wanted to trust him.
It didn't take much longer after that to want something else from him.
Six weeks of casual dating, with the stars aligning each time they met, led up to this night. Dominic's masculine maturity had somehow ebbed its way into that part of their relationship as well. He was the reserved one when it came to being intimate. Lynn had been sending out signals during the last three or four times they had been together, yet Dominic never followed the flares she had launched. Their many passionate make-out sessions didn't help, either. It was beginning to drive her crazy.
So it would be on this night, Lynn's night.
Despite her short, tight, burgundy party dress and heels, Lynn practically skipped the last few metres to her door, pulling Dominic along with her. She leaned up against her door and continued to burn a sultry stare at him.
Dominic stood over her and asked, "So Lynn, did you have a good birthday?"
Lynn, always smiling, closed her eyes and nodded slowly. "Mm-hmm," she mused. She opened her eyes and added, "If I had known turning 30 would be like this, I wouldn't have been so apprehensive about it."
Truthfully, Lynn was never one to be bothered with those "milestone" birthdays. It was only after meeting Dominic did she realize how precious time could be and how quickly it flew by. She wanted to spend as much time with this man as possible. Time felt so good when she was with him. She urgently prepared herself to feel even better in the next few minutes.
Lynn grabbed for Dominic's tie and pulled him down towards her face. Parting her lips seductively, she planted a kiss on his lips.
"Feel kind of bad just leaving Olivia and the others at the club," Dominic said, leaning back a little.
This time Lynn shook her head, "Uh-uh. Not the time for bad feelings, only good ones. Besides, it's my party and I want to unwrap my gift."
As she pulled him in for another heated kiss, she raised her foot and pressed it back against the door, lifting the curve of her knee in between his legs. Gently she pressed forward, her bare thigh brushing seductively his crotch.
"Mmm...umm," she hummed as she folded her mouth over his, pulling back on his lower lip with her teeth.
She was ready to take the man in the hallway. Instead, she pushed him back, thrusting the bouquet into his arms so she could get her keys out of her purse. With a naughty giggle, she undid the lock and shoved open her door.
Without even bothering to turn on the foyer light, she flung her purse into the floor of the dark apartment. The flowers quickly followed, Lynn yanking them out of the hands of Dominic as he still stood in the hallway.
Her dark eyes narrowing into curving slits, Lynn took his hands and stepped backwards, pulling him into her apartment. With a quick flick of her leg, she kicked the door shut.
The sounds of her cooing giggles and their quick kisses filled the apartment as she continued to back-pedal, leading him in the darkness. The path quickly led them into her bedroom.
Lynn pawed the wall at the side of the door, turning the dimmer switch, casting the secluded room in a warm, orange glow from a table lamp beside her bed. She continued to deliberately lead her man around the room towards the edge of the bed. Their lips continuously engaged, she pivoted him around. Finally pulling away and taking a half step back, Lynn extended a finger, placed it firmly in the centre of Dominic's chest, and pushed, sitting him down onto the bed.
He gave her his full attention, sitting silently, taking deep breaths as she took another step back. He had a full view of Lynn as she kicked off her high heels and cocked a taunting eyebrow toward him. She reached for a zipper at the side of her dress and pulled it down slowly.
A faint shadow of intimidation fell across Dominic's normally confident brow as he watched her shimmy out of her fitted dress, pausing deliberately for a moment as she held it at her bosom, then sliding it past her flat belly, over her round hips and down her smooth legs. Lynn was a little surprised to notice the odd expression on his face. Still, the idea that she was able to unnerve a man like Dominic by slipping out of her dress was an undeniably pleasing one.
Lynn stood before him in the dim room wearing her black lace bra and low-riding panties, letting him soak her in. No words had passed between them since they entered the apartment. She was letting her actions scream her desires as she took deliberately slow and small steps towards the bed. She leaned over him, lifting his chin upwards, feeling his light stubble on her fingertips, and kissed him hungrily. She slipped her knees up onto the bed beside his legs. She felt his strong hands wrap around her bottom as she straddled his lap.
As their lips meshed, she continued to lean forward until Dominic had no choice but to curl slowly back down onto the bed, Lynn kneeling over him. She gyrated her hips, rubbing her crotch against his. Her motions definitely had the desired effect on the man, feeling a stiff pulse behind his pants.
Lynn curled her body like a cat, moving her mouth earnestly away from his lips, down his chin, nuzzling his neck. She inhaled, breathing in his cologne like a drug. She sat up for a moment, tossing her hair back with a swift flick of her head. She bit down on the side of her bottom lip, an urgent, determined look on her face as her fingers deftly worked the buttons of Dominic's purple silk shirt. No sooner had she pulled it from under his pants and dispatched the last button was she bending down over him again, pushing apart his shirt, and using her lips and tongue on him again.
Dominic's eyes shifted from toward the ceiling, down over his nose as he watched Lynn, then back upward as he felt her soft lips caress his skin. Her head bobbed with the increasingly accentuated rise and fall of his chest. A deep, languid sigh escaped his lips as her tongue swirled around his nipple and pinched it with her teeth.
Lynn revelled in his reactions as she kissed and licked his chest. Pleased with herself, and feeling the heat flush through every inch of her skin, she resumed her path down his body with renewed vigour. Sliding down, she slinked off the bed, crouching between his legs as they hung over the bedside. Working her hands with a determined assuredness, the clasp at his pants snapped apart quickly. Dominic raised himself onto his elbows and looked down towards the bottom edge of the bed just as Lynn unzipped his fly. With her beckoning tugs at the waist of his pants, he raised his hips, helping her as she slid his pants down to his ankles.
Lynn's eyes narrowed on the stiff shaft spiking behind his black boxer briefs. She didn't blink as she pulled them down releasing Dominic as he sprung to hard, aroused attention.
"Lynn, I...," he uttered, the first words to pass between them since they entered the apartment. He intended to follow them up, but, without acknowledging his comment, she took up his shaft in her hand and drove her lips over it. Dominic's jaw hung low as he was saturated with the warm dampness of Lynn's mouth, speechless save for a drawn out, raspy breath.
Lynn wrapped her mouth feverishly up and down his rigid length. She felt it throb and nudge against her tongue and inner cheeks. Her one hand wrapped around the bottom of his cock, the other reached up and danced along his tight abdominal plates. She lifted her head up, her lips barely hovering over his domed-head, circling her tongue around his tip before going down on him once more. In been slurps and gasps, she hummed and giggled with her mouth full. This was supposed to be her birthday present, she thought. Why was she doing all the work? Yet, seeing his rippling length jutting enticingly up like that had just pulled her in. The man's guttural moans were a heady reward...for awhile.
After a few minutes, Lynn rolled up onto her feet and stood at the edge of the bed over Dominic. She had that "Ready now?" look on her pretty, flushed-pink face. So wrapped up in the moment, she didn't pay much attention to the return of the concerned, troubled expression on Dominic's face, even as she burned her eyes right into it. Her hands went behind her back. With a soft "snap", she undid the clasp, and peeled the black strapless lace away from her heaving bosom.
"Lynn....there's something...," Dominic was struggling to push words out of his mouth.
To Lynn, he was a big, handsome mute at the moment. She hooked the hip bands of her panties with her thumbs and pulled them down, slipping them off her ankles. She stood up, still holding them, smiled wickedly and then dropped them to the floor. She knew, right at that moment, she never looked or felt sexier in her life.
Still smiling, she fell forward onto the bed, like diving from a cloud. Her nude flesh expected the touch of Dominic's warm, hard body against it, his hands and arms holding her firmly, and in moments, his hot cock thrusting into her over-and-over with aggressive verve.
Instead, she fell face first into the soft duvet and pillows of her bed. She smelled his cologne on the sheets but Dominic wasn't there. She looked up, more than a little surprised. Somehow the big man had managed to roll to the side and off the bed.
"Do-Dominic? Wha...What...?" she gasped, trying to keep her heart down her throat.
Dominic stood at the side of the bed, simply gawking at her. His mouth was open, even moving a little, but nothing came out of them for a few seconds.
"What is it?" Lynn said managing to string together a coherent sentence. The lost expression on his face suddenly became evident to her.
Still pausing for a moment, Dominic finally spoke up, "Lynn...uh. Sorry. Bathroom?"
She stared at him hard then shook some cobwebs from her head. "Outside, door to the left. But...-"
Pointing with both hands, Dominic repeated, "Outside, door to the left. Gotcha."
Lynn blinked. Each time she did, the confident, handsome man she was just about to give herself over to completely peeled away to reveal a more and more desperately awkward stranger. Before she could speak again, however, he was shuffling out the bedroom door, pants and underwear still at his shins.
Rolling over, Lynn sat up and curled her legs up to her chest and waited.
And waited.
She could hear Dominic fumbling around in her bathroom.
"Are...is everything okay?" she called out, the passionate expectancy of just a few minutes ago swiftly dispelling. Maybe she should have asked if he wanted to go to the toilet first when they had entered the apartment.
Still, she felt pretty confident that they could work themselves back up to the level of heat they had attained...until she saw Dominic slowly enter her bedroom again, his nose pointed down at the floor.
Lynn's eyebrows stitched. "Why are you dressed?"
Dominic sighed and looked off to the side as he pressed his shirt down with his hands aimlessly.
She didn't say anything else as she waited for a response.
"Lynn...baby...I'm sorry. I can't do this," he said reluctantly, "Not to you."
"Why...why not? What's wrong?"
His eyes were on every part of the room except where she was sitting. When he finally did meet her gaze he said with a steady, earnest voice, "You're such an amazing, beautiful woman..."
Oh...shit. Lynn's eyes widened on her otherwise stupefied face. She almost immediately knew where this was going.
"I mean, you're really, really incredible and sexy and fun...I really like you," he continued to spill.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
"I mean...I can't do this to you," he rambled on, "I thought we could just keep it fun and light..."
"What are you talking about?" Lynn coughing a stilted laugh, trying to keep herself under control, "I don't understand what you..."
She was interrupted by the heavy R&B music playing from within Dominic's pants pocket. He froze.
It continued to play with the two people in the room simply facing one another.
Lynn turned her head slightly and squinted a suspicious eye toward him. "Aren't you going to answer that?" she asked bluntly.
Dominic remained unmoving until the cell-phone stopped leaving a swell of tension in the air.
"I...uh...Lynn, I had started seeing someone just a couple of months before you," Dominic confessed, "Met her online the same as you, to be honest. Kinda funny, huh?"
