Our second date was at UHH! At least it started there. She told me afterwards she had reserved some tennis courts so I had to drive home to get my racket and tennis clothes. It turned out the court was at someone's home and they were at home. It was one of her married girl friends, Pat, who brought her children into their backyard, a girl, Julia, about ten and a boy, Jeff, about seven, to watch us play. She had some lemonade coolers for us and the three of them watched me struggle to win a game let alone a set. I'll give this to her, she doesn't play girls rules. She set out at the beginning this was the best of five sets with no tiebreakers and she held to it. I was down two nothing with one six-love set before I struggled to win the third set seven-five. Then she showed no mercy as she didn't give up and won the fourth set six-four with the last game breaking my serve after about a dozen deuce serves that I couldn't put away.
Her prize for winning was manifold. First, I had to play doubles with the girl and she would take the boy after we got to rest, the mother embarrassed me by coaching me on things I was doing wrong and the ten year old girl refused to play with me until her mother ordered her to.
The doubles match went much as my match although it got to five sets before she and the seven year old beat us the last set six-three with the last game being a love game with her getting two aces with her serve. Both the kids were amazing players though and the girl would be a heart breaker for certain. She idolized Genevieve and I worried for her very soul.
I thought my humiliation was complete but no, she played the mother who proceeded to beat her three-two with every point and every game contested to the last shot. I could see how the kids were such good players. The mother looked to me to be a Wimbledon player.
There were rewards for playing though. I got to follow her to her apartment where she took me up for drinks. "Bring your clothes," she said, "You can shower at my place."
She let me make the cocktails while she put on some music and then went to listen to her phone messages. We sat together on the couch drinking Martinis, 3-1 gin to vermouth for me and 2-1 for her. I cut back to her level for the second. As we were finishing she put a proposition to me. "Let's go dancing tonight if you feel up to it. I suggest we save water by showering together but don't get any wrong ideas. I'll pinch off any problem that arises. I intend to test your will power for be sure you understand the best you can expect tonight it a kiss. How sloppy it is up to how you perform.
"By the way," she went on. "You get a lot of points for tennis. I know you’re down for what you think of as a defeat by a girl but at least you haven't made any excuses. If you haven't guessed by now you should know I'm very competitive and usually beat guys at games I've never played before and they have. I'm not a ball-buster though. I want to spend my life with a man who can stand up to me and I have no use with shilly shallying."
That said, she pulled off her tennis shirt and dropped her tennis shorts on the floor as she walked to her bedroom with me following. Who would have guessed she was wearing baby girl pink panties and pale yellow sports bra.
By the time I got to the bedroom she was naked and bending over to get some clean underwear from a drawer then headed to the showers. I stripped, putting my clothes on her bed, and entered the bathroom where she was already in the shower. “Come on in if you dare but no misbehaving.”
Dinner and dancing was a joy despite my humiliation (she did have to pinch me back twice in the shower and she told me straight out I had to learn to control myself although she apparently didn’t appreciate the self control just to be there). She said she would pick up the bill tonight as I had on paid on our first date. She did this by giving me a $100 bill for which she expected the change and I certainly was not going to short change her, the accountant. I'll say this, she was not competitive at dinner or dancing and I got a kiss during one dance about half way through so I knew I was passing.
I got home and couldn't get her out of my mind. She was gorgeous, fun, smart and tough. I don’t know that I am equal to her in any of those categories.
Our third date was camping and that was sheer accident. At the Black room in UHH!'s I met a couple while I waited for Genevieve to finish her exercise and when she arrived we had a good time. The couple invited us to go camping that weekend and when Genevieve said yes I had to go. She invited me to her place for a spaghetti dinner to plan everything and by the end of the evening we had all the logistics laid out and I had all her lipstick on my face. I also had her blouse unbuttoned and her skirt about her waist.
I moaned, it just escaped, and she said, "I know, baby. I feel the same way. Maybe worse." That made me expect some progress on our camping trip. Our dates were not very formal so I don't know where we stood in numbers but I felt she wanted me as much as I wanted her. But she was stubborn.
When I got home there was a message from a friend saying he had tickets to a play he couldn't use. I speed dialed Genevieve and asked her to go. She said yes but we would have to meet at the theater for she was booked Thursday afternoon late and would change at the office.
She was a vision of hot pink velvet mini skirt and satin blouse as she came to the theater entrance. She leaned forward to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek in front of everyone waiting at the door and inside she allowed me liberties with the hem of her skirt in the dark. I took advantage of the hem and soon learned she was wearing a garter belt. We went to a club for cocktails afterwards and I took a chance by calling her 'Viv' and she let it pass.
At her place afterwards we were lucky if we both kept a foot on the floor.
We had to leave early Friday to get to the campsite before sunset. I packed the night before then headed directly to her place earlier than normal for leaving my work on a Friday. I am used to girls being later than expected but Viv was almost finished packing. She asked me to see if I had brought several things and if I answered no she packed them herself.
Before we left she explained to me that she was taking a gun. I was surprised but then, I really wasn't. It turns out she has a permit to carry a concealed pistol as she buys short term government bonds for her clients taking the bonds from the mint to the bank safety deposit box. "I've found camping to be sometimes nerve wracking, especially when you don't know who you're going to be with. I've never had to draw my pistol but I've felt better many times for having it. Maybe I'm more confident knowing it is there and situations don't arise. Trust me, I won't pull it out unless there is not other choice. "
"Let me make it clear. You'll have to have an axe in your hand before I'll draw it on you but I don't want intercourse this weekend. It's too messy. I do expect you to please me to the fullest and I want you to be very happy too, if that's OK with you."
I told her it was OK with a straight face.
We went in the SUV, I now accept SUV 4G2RV only because she was in it but I still hate all other SUVs. She drove and it was very fast so we got to the end of the road earlier than planned but that was good, as we had to hike from where we parked carrying all of our gear and get the tent up before sunset.
There were four couples already there; the two of us were the odd ones. They had two large tents you could stand up it. They were where place where the girls and boys would change and two couples would sleep in it. We got our little tent up quickly and then helped prepare dinner. One of the couples had been fishing that day so we had a fish dinner with sautéed fish fillets, corn on the cob, grilled zucchinis and bell peppers, and a salad of lettuce, oranges and mushrooms. The general plan was to catch fish for dinner or we would have dried food.
I had prepared packages for each day for our two breakfasts. One day we would have oatmeal with dried cranberries, sugar and cinnamon and the next day I prepared Grape Nuts with sugar and raisins. I had enough powdered milk to have over a dozen cups each, a matching amount of instant coffee and eight packages of instant hot chocolate. Viv drinks her coffee black as do I but we had the powdered milk and I brought grated nutmeg in case we wanted some flavor. I also had two packages of macaroni and cheese and two tins of tuna fish in case the fishing didn't work out. I brought four apples; four candy bars, four boxes of raisins and some trail mix for Viv and I to nibble as we were hiking.
The group brought the rest and I reimbursed them. Each lunch was sandwiches using loaves of bread and sealed packages of cold cuts and cheese with catsup and mustard. The dinners were to be fish with parsley potatoes one-night and Garlic Mashed potatoes with dried vegetables. Desserts included marshmallows for toasting, brownies one night and a cobbler of Bisquick and canned applesauce the next. One couple brought two dozen biscotti that added to the desserts.
It was an amiable group and we enjoyed each other’s tales of good and bad camping trips the first night. We also sang camp songs and when we ran out of those we sang school songs. I was the only one who could only sing the first line of my College song and didn't remember if we had a high school song. I did add a lot of risqué songs from college to make up for it.
I took Viv for a short hike to a ridge where we could look at the stars. It was a clear night, making it a cold night, so I had to hold her tight. When we got back to camp the others were in bed but were talking between their tents but it quieted down after we were in our tent for I had nothing more to say. I figured it was time for action!
Viv surprised me by stripping completely and joining our sleeping bags together but made me promise no intercourse. I can handle that. We explored each other hungrily with hands and mouth plus pressing anything that fit against the other. We started with little squeals then graduated to moans before Viv opened a brand new pack of white cotton socks to gag me before going down. I forgot the rubbers but she didn't. Next I started to put a clean sock in her mouth but she said we'd need it tomorrow night and put the one I had used into her mouth and laid back to let me do whatever I wanted, except intercourse of course.
It worked very well for the two of us and we woke early to do a repeat before dawn.
We were last up and the other two guys were already fishing. I left to help them although I'm not a good fisherman particularly. We managed to catch three acceptable fish for breakfast to complement our cereal. The fish were cut into pieces and breaded with Bisquick before frying and were delicious. Everyone said they ate too much for breakfast but I pointed out we had a mountain to climb and we would be hungry again by noon.
My idea of having snacks for mid afternoon didn't work too well for only one other couple had anything so we divided snacks with a knife and shared. Now one was starving so it didn't matter.
We made good time the first day despite climbing up hill more than down. Our leader had done this before and took us to a ridge that had a hump above the trees. Perhaps the trees couldn't take route because it was so rocky and windy but the hump gave a 360o view for over a hundred miles. We camped a half an hour from the hump to be in a clearing surrounded completely by trees and therefore protected from the wind. We hiked to the top of the hump before setting up camp so we could see in daylight then returned quickly to cook the fish, we caught six at a lake about an hour before reaching the ridge. I suggested we have a campfire on the hump and all agreed. After sunset it was a stronger and colder wind than in daylight but with a fire, hot chocolate and a hot girl to cuddle we were not miserable. We told ghost stories around the fire then the girls went to the camp to restart the fire there while we guys put out the one on the hump by shoveling it over with what little dirt we could find.
We didn't stay at the campfire long before going to our tents as the climb took a lot out of us. In our tents there was not even the chatter there was last night and I think our four companion couples were quickly asleep but then, Viv and I were not asleep but had gags in our mouths and would have woken the dead without them.
Viv is not shy at all. She can be very aggressive as a lover and I had to fight to keep up. I've never known a woman who makes love like a man; takes what she wants when she wants it. Some girls let the guy do what they want then ask for anything that is left out but Viv just takes what she wants of me then pushes my head or hand where she wants it for herself. I can say I have no complaint but I still wonder if there is a virgin left from high school.
Sunday was mostly down hill and we arrived at a lake in late morning where the group decided to fish. The women complained that they had to set up and we did the fishing so we agreed to give them a chance. While they were fishing we set up. They were soon back and had done well for they had seven fish plus one that was undersize but it was dead so we quickly cleaned it and had our largest meal yet.
The rest of the hike was faster and we were back at the last lake for our mid afternoon snack. Again we fished this time without regard to sex as we decided to drive back and cook dinner. I volunteered my place as I could handle this size group easily. We had the time so we were selective and finally had eight good sized fish. We packed everything into the cars then drove to town to get some ice for the fish then caravanned to my place.
I own a small two bedroom house that I share with Jan, a girl I went to grade school and high school with. Jan is engaged to a guy in Iraq and good company. My yard is really nothing much. I had it done in a desert style with tan gravel to match the tan siding. There are low shrubs and flower plants all around the house but the back yard is the best for there is a lanai along the rear and I have a spa. Instead of a lawn I have Strawberry plants that look bad in the winter and don't look so hot in the summer for they are in rows with mulch in between. But I find commercial strawberries to be like cardboard and lacking in flavor. These are free and if I don't use them all I can give them away. In fact, I get so much produce from my neighbors I seldom buy much in the summertime.
My roommate was home but she said she would be leaving for dinner with a friend. Jan is a good friend and took the opportunity to tell Viv how much she enjoyed meeting her. She then got us cocktails while I took the others out to harvest strawberries.
I have a small ice cream maker that has a fluid filled steel insert that is kept in the freezer and will freeze ice cream in minutes then has to be put into the freezer to finish in an hour. I organized the making of Strawberry Orange Sherbert. We made two batches, one to be put into the freezer in a plastic bowl.
It takes either fresh or frozen strawberries but I always use fresh of course in the summertime and use frozen in the winter. I use frozen orange juice so it freezes faster but fresh would do. The recipe also calls for milk, a little canned pumpkin and honey. This is all blended in a blender until smooth and creamy then put into the ice cream maker and stirred by the manual handle and the insert placed in the freezer until ready to serve. I would serve them with fresh strawberries on top drizzled with Grand Marnier, a French cognac based orange liqueur.
This didn't take long and we all helped with the picking and the making. Soon we had a fire in the BBQ. I had zuke, carrots, fresh tomatoes and some mushrooms that we put on the barbie with the fish and there was some lettuce and dressing. With a frozen sourdough loaf from my freezer Viv made garlic bread but one of the guys stopped the procedings as soon as the bread was in the oven. "Everyone has to kiss," he yelled, "before the garlic!"
Another guy added loudly, "Why not make it like New Years?"
Why not indeed and we all kissed each girl including my roommate. I had never done that before.
I had a jug of white wine plus two bottles of red wine we made use of and afterwards Viv organized the division of the leftover food, mostly the sandwiches, and put them in baggies for each of the eight of us to take.
It was dark when everyone except Viv left and she didn't stay long. Not nearly long enough. She refused my hint that I had some rubbers but stuck to the rules of being naked and pleasuring each other but no intercourse. I wondered how long this was going to go on.
It was not going on long for the next day I learned I had to travel for the next two weeks. I could come home for the weekend but there wouldn't be much time before I went back. I called Viv to tell her I would be back a week from Thursday and asked her out that Friday.
I was really busy starting with breakfast meetings and running through dinner. Part of the program was to prepare for a meeting in D.C., go together to D.C. to meet with the Government then return to HQ to figure out what D.C. had done to us. I spent the weekend in D.C., one of my least favorite places, but I have an old girlfriend and her husband who live in Maryland that I could stay with.
So it was all work, a little play and calls to Viv every night.
By the time I got home I was in a mess. Viv called while I was in the shower but she and Jan worked out when she could call back so Jan pushed the phone into my hand as I was drying off. I didn't need to go from my roommate eyeballing me dripping wet to talking to Viv but I put up with it. The trouble with women's lib is they take advantage of it. I wonder what would happen if I did that to Jan? I guess nothing for she had four younger brothers!
I really had no time to think when Viv was telling me that she decided to take me away for the weekend so I should pack and meet her at UHH! I had some work to do from my trip but I could get to the gym by at least 2. I asked her where we were going and all she would say was to bring a bathing suit and lots of condoms! I took this as a good sign.
Jan knew all about this and I deduced they had talked on the phone while I was gone. Jan knows everything about me and is a great friend but she also is a mischievous little vixen and constantly tricks her boyfriend and I. She helped me pack and put my suitcase by the garage door so I wouldn't forget it.
In the morning I noticed it all right and opened it to put in my clean exercise clothes and locker padlock. There on top was a large cardboard box printed boldly:
| CONDOMS EXTRA LARGE HAVE A NICE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! |
I felt as if I was going on my honeymoon.
Viv was already in the exercise room when I got there but I soon found her and she led me back to the exit hall from the change rooms to give me a welcome home kiss. Then we went back to exercise for the rest of my time leaving her sweaty and tired. We decided not to go to the Black room but shower and leave and we went back to the change rooms where she kissed me again and said to meet at her car and she'd drive. I followed her instructions but I parked my car in a lot so it wouldn't be as noticeable as on the street for the weekend. I could see her SUV from there as I got out my suitcase. She was walking up the sidewalk.
I'm sure Viv was wearing the same black slacks I had first seen her in. More important, she had on a white pullover top that left half her breasts above the neckline looking like scoops of vanilla ice cream and as she walked they jiggled so a guy had to look and stare. I'm a guy and I just had to. I was able to glance at her face and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. So much so she had not yet noticed me and seemed happy and confident as she walked to her SUV. She was a woman in a man's world, I thought, where her intelligence and knowledge along with style and grace have taken her a long way.
I struggled to look at her red hair that also swung as she walked and called out her name, "Viv, over here."
She looked and smiled but she kept walking and got into her SUV. I had to run to catch up and when I opened the passenger door she already had the starter cranking so the engine was running and she was putting it in gear as I fastened my seat belt. I knew it would be a bumpy ride.
"I have only one thing to say to you, I’m not a virgin any more and when I get through with you tonight I don't think you will be either." She pressed the accelerator and plastered me back against the seat. She could have her way with me. Yes she could and anyway she wanted!
I can tell you Viv does not make idle threats.
That we were in love had been seen by everyone but me. I knew I was in lust and also knew that once that lust was satisfied it would grow but that weekend, we went to a tennis ranch, my lust was satisfied. By the end of the weekend I knew I had to have this woman totally because just get sex was not enough. Women are supposed to be the ones who are emotional but looking back that has not been the case for me. I've been an emotionaly mess.
It took me a long time, the rest of the year, to get Viv to be more than a playmate. She tells people that she waited until I became good enough to pass as her tennis partner and she is right although I know it is more than that. I did everything to please her. I even took shooting lessons.
For a variety of reasons it was the next June before we could have a wedding and then it was a rush for she decided to have a June wedding too late. She is tough and got her way. Both our families were at the wedding as were a number of other relatives. There were also Jan and her soldierboy, the people from the camping trip with whom we had a dinner club after that evening at my place, people from our jobs and of course from UHH!
She selected our honeymoon plans to be Hawaii with surf lessons and plenty of tennis. It was all perfect and you can't imagine waking up to find Viv in her panties and no bra hulaing over to the bed with a glass of pinapple juice to pour over me then lick it off.
© HWS, 2005