In the late morning, we stayed in bed, while Felix occasionally hopped up for a few breakfast snacks of pop-tarts, bananas, coffee, and yogurt. We talked at length about my trip, about the future, and about what we wanted for ourselves. We agreed to respect and listen to each other, to stay present and keep it surprising, and most of all, stay devoted and keep communicating. We shook on it, and just like that, I had a boyfriend. We also did more than shake on it, seeing as how we opened the door last night to all the delights we could experience in each other. The day passed quickly, and I was so blissed out, I could hardly get up in the late afternoon to hop in the shower.
My last night of being a Tart was tomorrow, and Selene called me to sorrowfully ask if I could come in tonight as a last favor. I told her my legs weren’t working today, I was having some problems with my knees being all watery, giggling silently to myself and Felix. She said she understood and would see me tomorrow night.
I drove home and did some basic clean up. I managed to leave Phoenix with only my purse, so my overnight bag was left at the hotel. I called them, and they assured me they found it, and asked if I wanted it shipped to my home address. I told them not to bother, and went out to buy new toiletries. Rushing home to Felix was the better decision, by far.
Felix was also not working tonight, so we went out on a “date” together, hamming up the Valentine’s Day celebration a day late, by wearing red, and going out for a touristy date on the wharf. We had an extravagant dinner of fresh fish, good wine, and a lovely chocolate mousse for dessert. Around dessert, he got that gleam in his eyes again, and we got it packed to go, leaving with less leisure than we arrived.
Back at his house, we had another night of tortured slow caressing, but this time it was joined by the orchestra of our intercourse, ending after multiple, varied orgasms. We added to the complexity of what we had done before, and seasoned it with new sensations.
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“I didn’t know you could do that with chocolate mousse,” I said at one point, as he licked it in slow, terrible circles around my breasts.
He chuckled evilly under his breath, reaching up to run his finger tantalizingly near my mouth. I sucked the excess chocolate off his finger, and he groaned in agony when I showed him what else I could do, if he would just cooperate.
Much of the night passed in similar fashion.
Another morning dawned, and I was a bit grateful for somewhere to go. I had begun to worry that Felix’s house was a bit of a vortex, sucking me in and keeping me there.
Briskly, I hopped out of bed, and he groaned in protest.
“No, no sir!” I swatted his grabbing arms away, dancing out of range.
“There’s no rush! It’s your last night!” he complained.
From a safe distance, I started locating my flung clothes. “Yes, but I want to leave plenty of time to look my most amazing, and to say goodbye to everyone properly. I have a SPECIAL dress in mind.” I smiled at him wickedly. He groaned again, swiping at me as I passed close by, leaning down for my pants. I glided away from his attempt.
I headed home, and went through my closet, looking for the dress I had in mind. It was a very expensive dress, one that Dad bought for me a few years back for my birthday. I also pulled out the beautiful bracelet Felix gave me, and managed to find some complimentary earrings. I threw it all in a bag, and stopped by a costume shop to buy a few peacock feathers for my hair. They were cheap enough, and would really top off my look. I smiled in anticipation.
As I pulled up outside the office, I sat back and stared at the buildings I’d grown so accustomed to. I thought about the people I’d met, the confidences we’d shared. I thought about those who’d stayed closed to me, and I wondered for the umpteenth time what Dad would say if he could see me here. I drank it in, and silently said my goodbye before stepping in the door.