In The Garden Of Snakes (An Erotic Summer Tryst) by Virginia Wade Page B

to understand it. Maybe it’s a
midlife crisis. Or a chemical imbalance.” He chuckled, “It might be
time to see my shrink again.”
    “I…like you too.”
    “I know.”
    “How do you know?” His look had me
tingling.
    “I can read the signs. I’ve been around a lot
longer than you have.”
    “Is that bad? It is, isn’t it? You’re
married.”
    “Constance and I…oh, hell, I really don’t
want to get into it. I’m not worried about my marriage. I’m worried
about you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I knew you as a
kid, for Christ’s sake. You’re my daughter’s best friend. I feel
like a dirty old pervert. I am a dirty old pervert.”
    “I’m not a kid anymore.”
    “No, you’re not.” His heated gaze roamed over
me. “You’re a beautiful woman. I wasn’t expecting this. When you
showed up in that hideous sundress, I knew I was screwed. You’re so
young and fresh. You’re like a blank page that hasn’t been written
on. Or as least you were. Leave it to Carmen to corrupt you.” His
look suddenly grew questioning. “Are you a lesbian?”
    I was still digesting everything he had said,
the words registering in little shocks. “No. I’m…not.” I enjoyed
sleeping with Carmen. “Or maybe I am. I don’t know. I’ve never done
any of that before. I’ve never been with a man. I don’t even know
if I’ll like it. I kissed Stuart, and I hated it.”
    “You kissed the gardener?” A hint of a smile
played around his mouth.
    “It was Carmen’s idea.”
    “I bet.”
    “I’d rather kiss you.”
    Emboldened by his look and the warmth in his
eyes, I leaned into him and brushed my lips against his. I thought
for a moment that he might pull away, but he grasped my face and
opened his mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips. He tasted of
wine, potent and heady, and as the kiss deepened, I moaned
helplessly.
    He shot to his feet. “Let’s go somewhere
else.” Stunned, I let him drag me away, around the side of the
house, to a back door. We entered a dimly lit hallway, which led to
a set of stairs. He was taking me to my room, and I would not stop
him. I opened the door to find a single light on, which was a desk
lamp against the wall. He turned to me, his look hungry and
predatory. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”
    “No.”
    “Take off your dress.”
    The demand had me catching my breath. “I-all
right.” I stepped out of my heels and let a strap down. It slid to
my elbow. He stared at where my hand was, following the movement
with obsessive interest. The next strap ended in the same place,
the material slack, revealing almost all of my breasts.
    “I can’t get the zipper.” I turned my
shoulder towards him. “Can you get it?”
    He approached and reached for me, his warm
hands on my shoulders. His face was in my neck, creating little
pulses of pleasure. “I want you so badly, Jessica. I don’t think
I’ve ever wanted anyone like this before.”
    “You can have me,” I whispered.
    “I know…but I’m worried I might not let you
go.” He kissed my neck, leaving a trail of wetness. The zipper
loosened, and the dress dropped to the floor. His hands were on my
upper arms, rubbing, feeling, and pressing into the skin. “Do you
understand?”
    “I-I think so.”
    “No. You don’t.” My breasts were in his hands
being held up, the weight measured in each palm. “Jesus fucking
Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
    “Thank you.” I turned to kiss him, our
tongues battling sensuously. “Oh, Joseph.”
    “It’s just Joe.”
    “Then I’m just Jess.”
    “That’s a lotta of J’s.”
    “If you say so,” I giggled. He pulled me
towards the bed. “What about you? You have so many clothes on.”
    He tossed his jacket aside and undid his tie.
“That’ll be remedied shortly.”
    I let my panties drop to my feet, kicking
them away. “I don’t look like Carmen down here. I have too much
hair.”
    He shook his head. “You’re perfect.”
    His praise pleased me