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[Uggg]

Kisses and caresses, yes, those were nice thoughts to drift off to sleep to. Just a week or two ago they would have been fantasies... now they were sweet memories, but they still made for delicious fantasies and that night also some of the most intensely sexual dreams Cavelle had ever experienced.

It appeared that the imagination could do some quite spectacular things with dreams when it had a little more real experience to draw from. The next morning Cavelle woke up with a hand in her pajama pants and her top all pulled up above her waist, that had never happened before. Her sheets were a tangled mess and yet she felt rested. Not quite as good as waking up with a naked man in her bed it was still a pretty goods start to the day.

 

[garajd]

Patrick slept quite well, although he did wake up once in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on . . . and a smile on his face. He turned over and managed to get to sleep until the alarm went off. A quick shower . . . a mug of coffee . . . that's usually all he needs to start the day.

Looking at the clock and grabbing his phone, "On my way, love. Have some of those kisses ready to go!"

Picking up his briefcase and keys, he threw on his jacket as he headed out the door. Pulling into their driveway, Teresa's car already gone, Cavelle was on the way out the front door as soon as she saw his car turn the corner . . . and was grabbing the door handle before he had a chance to get out and open it for her.

She met him halfway across the console with a kiss. "I'm not sure who needed that more."

The first kiss quickly became the second kiss . . . and then a third. "Does this mean you are happy to see me?" he teased her.

 

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"Yes! Yes it does because I love you Mr Dunn! I love you big time!"

Another kiss. And another. Then laughing at her sudden enthusiasm he extracted himself and she smiled at him a little coyly, flushed and breathing heavily. He had that effect on her.

She was flirting, because she knew he liked it and because he had given her the confidence to do things like teasing. She never would have dreamed of herself flirting and teasing in the past.

Her kisses had a noticeable effect on his trousers and she made sure he could tell she'd noticed.

"I had dreams about you last night Mr sexy man. My bed doesn't feel the same anymore now I know what it feel like to have you in it."

For her own sake she was going to have to cool it a little or the study group she was soon to attend would be wasted with daydreaming and unexplained flushes. It felt so wonderful to express herself. She felt like some part of her had been locked away for ever and now it was free. Still she wasn't all the way there yet... Her natural shyness reasserted itself and she was suddenly embarrassed at her behavior.

"I love you Patrick."

 

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Watching the range of her emotions after she got in the car, he picked up on the little signs of her shyness that jumped up every now and then.

He knew that she had noticed the sudden jump in his slacks . . . and she was probably a bit proud of herself for causing it.

But, then the shyness and blush of embarrassment; he reached over and caressed the inside of her thigh. "Sweetie, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Out kisses and touches are just how we show our love for each other."

He shifted into gear and headed toward the university. "I know you've got a study session and lecture this morning. What about the rest of the day? Practice? Will you have time to stop in the office anytime . . . just to say "Hi"?"

 

[Uggg]

His hand had her. She moved her legs apart a little to let him have his way with the inside of her thigh where it was most sensitive.

She couldn't keep the pleasure from interfering with her voice.

"No training love, I'm all yours from lunchtime."

His hand teasing her sensitive flesh gave her words a little naughty twist she hadn't intended but it was true. She was his and she was loving it.

"Mmmmf... Mmmm... You're being naughty Mr Professor, I have to concentrate in classes this morning."

She looked up at him as he drove with a half smile twisting his lips. He was so Hot. Suddenly she wished they could just turn around and go back to her place, to her bed.

But that was silly. Life could not be put aside. Still she couldn't bring herself to stop his teasing fingers. Looks like she would have to endure moist underpants at study.

 

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"OK, I'll be a good boy . . . for now."

The thoughts going thru his mind of what to do with her all afternoon were definitely less than gentlemanly.

"You are right, love. And I have to concentrate of my office duties, too. A lecture this morning; then I want to review what you have done so far with the new class proposal. We need to have that ready to present to the department chair in about 10 days."

As they pulled into the parking lot, he leaned over for one more kiss before getting out. As they stepped from the car and Cavelle prepared to head for her study session, "I have a couple of students in my lecture today that have expressed some interest in getting outside with this class. Can I schedule some time tomorrow afternoon for them to meet wit4h you? I'll arrange an empty classroom for you to use. You will get paid $5.00 per hour extra for tutoring."

 

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"That would be really cool. Whats the subject? I'll try and find some time to brush up myself. I could really use the money. You liked the shirt and my new shoes right?"

She wasn't wearing that skirt today but she was wearing the shoes...

"Well I need a few more little improvements like that and I saw this hair cut I kinda think I want too. So yup! Bring on the mon... Ahem, I mean the tutoring!"

She smiled at him warmly and turned a happy 360 degree pirouette as she headed off towards the library study room her group had booked. Being around Patrick left her with buoyant spirits... Damp panties and buoyant spirits.

She wanted to sing it out. She wanted to tell people. Patrick Dunn is my boyfriend! He loves me. He's the sexiest man ever and he's all mine!

Despite her mood she was able to get some study done and as always the class she had on Thursday morning was too interesting to allow for much distraction. It was one of her favorites. She didn't actually have any classes at all this semester with Patrick which was a pity but next semester she was starting a new paper and would be back in one of his.

Despite it being one of her favorites the last fifteen minutes or so dragged out like torture and when she was finally free she ran to beat the lines in the cafeteria, bought a bit of fruit and a yogurt and was out of there in a flash heading for the admin block. She knew where she was meant to be. She had his name written in gold letters in her heart.

He met her with a warm hug and she sighed happily against his chest. Yup, this was where she was meant to be.

"I'm all yours love."

 

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"I know you are . . . and I'm not letting you get away."

Reaching down he gave her butt a squeeze, whispering in her ear, "I know we are on campus, in my office, and we need to keep it professional here, but I just can't get enough of your sweet ass, baby!"

"I know you are not working today, but would you do something for me? The department chair is interested in what we already have for that new course proposal. She asked if she could see the rough outline; so, can you print that off and take it to her office?"

"When you get back, I'll give you the information of the current status of the class I am teaching. You can look it over and be prepared to tutor tomorrow afternoon. Will 1:00 work for you? I have arranged for Classroom 205. There will be 2 students."

Sitting at his desk as Cavelle quickly prints off the info and heads to the Department Chair's office.

 

[Uggg]

Working with Patrick had become Cavelle's happy time. It was a pity they were at work and couldn't get more snugly together but this was the next best thing. She loved knowing she was useful for him. She loved the feeling of responsibility that had come with organizing his calendar, his documents and his office.

She didn't mind at all doing a bit more work for him off the clock, it just meant more time with him and being more useful to him. She had a spring in her step as she carried her folder of printed out curriculum summaries up stairs to the top floor where the head of faculty had her office.

The department chair was Dr Dianna Green, a woman Cavelle had a lot of respect for. She didn't have her as a lecturer but she had sat in on a few of her open lectures and particularly enjoyed one about ethical leadership in relation to gender issues.

"Ah Cavelle, come on in. Do you have Patrick's new curriculum notes for me?"

Cavelle felt a little shy in the presence of someone so... established. She was also more than a little surprised that she knew her name.

"Ummm... yes Dr Green."

"Urgh! No need to be so formal dear, Dianna please. As the head of the department I had a look over all the applicant's CV's for your position in Patrick's office and signed off on Pat's decision when he chose you so I know who you are.

I popped my head into his office this morning to ask for these papers and could hardly believe it was the same place. Such order! You've obviously taken to the role like a duck to water dear. I couldn't be happier. "

Cavelle felt a flush come to her face at the praise before Dr Green went on.

"You are clearly going to be a good influence on Pat, I like his sudden enthusiasm. New course material, new energy and ideas. I'm pleased. He seems like a new man."

Was that a knowing twinkle in her eye. Cavelle felt her blush deepen.

"Righto, well I will look these over and email Pat my thoughts. Thank you dear."

Cavelle knew a dismissal when she heard one. She scarpered.

'Pat' she wondered how Patrick felt about being called 'Pat'. Maybe she would ask him while he was showing her what she needed to focus on for the students she was tutoring tomorrow.

 

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Patrick looked up as she returned to his office, a smile on her face. "So tell me, Cavelle. How was your interaction with Dr. Green? I do enjoy working with her and she is definitely open to new ideas."

As she stood there by her desk, he found himself enjoying the view . . . her lithe athletic figure, the long legs that he, from time to time, imagined wrapped around his back while love-making, hopefully sooner, rather than later.

He handed her a folder with the notes from his class which included the two students who would be coming in for tutoring tomorrow, as well as their two quizzes, which might give her an idea of their shortcomings.

"Don't take any longer than necessary to look over that information; you should be able to see some patterns in their answers fairly quickly. I should be done in an hour or so myself, that is, if you can trust this old professor to get you home safely."

 

[Uggg]

"There's nobody I trust more than you, my funny 'old professor'," she couldn't help but finish off with that little tease, he'd been asking for it saying something silly like that.

She smiled at him as she took the notes. Then sat down on the floor near his desk with her back against the wall and started to study up. She could have sat at her desk but she wanted to be closer to him while he worked.

As she read her brow furrowed. Thinking about the subject matter slipped her mind back into student mode and Patrick back into the position of professor.

"Professor? James is not going to be a problem, just a little revision needed in a couple of areas but has Jillian actually attended any classes? This quiz result is terrible... How much progress are you actually expecting me to achieve?"

He quickly outlined what he wanted her to focus on with Jillian then went back to his work, she was sorry to pull him away from what he was concentrating on but she would be wasting his time and faculty money if she didn't ask these questions now.

After an hour or so she was feeling like she had a pretty good idea of what she needed to know and so it was with some relief that she saw him shutting his lap top down. As he stood up from his chair she reached her hand up so he could help her up off the floor.

When he took her hand and hauled her up though, it was with a little more power than she had been expecting and she found her self lifted off the floor and into an embrace with her feet off the ground and his face against her chest. She burst out in a surprised squeal followed by a laugh as she felt his strong fingers slide around to her buttocks and instinctively she wrapped her legs around him and crossed her feet behind his back.

She found herself suddenly quite breathless. There was something about being handled like this that just went straight to the primal part of her brain.

"Oh Professor Dunn, it appears you have me again... what ever is a girl to do?"

He was putting little kisses on her collar bone and that was just lovely.

 

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"What ever is a girl to do?"

Immediately his brain went where it was not supposed to go, "I want to fuck your brains out!" . . . but he didn't say it. Even with her arms and legs wrapped around him right now in his office, he was starting to get hard.

Putting her down, ,"Sweetheart, we had better get going before it is impossible for me to walk." He took her hand and rubbed it over the front of his slacks, "See what you have already done to me."

As they waited for his car to warm up, a couple of kisses later, "So, is Teresa expecting you home for dinner, or shall we stop for a bite to eat?"

He would love to spend another night with her, but thought it might still be to soon to suggest that they stay overnight at his apartment; that might put more pressure on her for sex than she was ready to face.

 

[Uggg]

"No I told T I'd probably be spending more time with you tonight if you weren't too busy. She understands. She knows what its like when you've just met someone special."

Cavelle reached over and gave his upper arm a squeeze, she liked the solid but yielding feel of his biceps and she was always having to resist the urge to have her hands on him. In the semi privacy of the car she could let her urges go a little.

"Dinner sounds nice but lets not go somewhere fancy, I don't want to have to get changed and if we go somewhere cheap I can pay for myself. I know you don't mind but it makes me a little bit uncomfortable having you pay for everything... you should have let me split the bill the other night."

Cavelle knew that it was the way he was but she didn't want him to feel like he needed to pay for everything on a 'date' she wasn't that kind of girl.

"How about I go you halves in some takeout and we go back and watch something on Netflix? Your place or mine. I'm happy either way as long as I'm with you."

That was true, the idea of snuggling up with him to watch something was very appealing but she doubted that they would be watching the screen for long.

She wanted a lot more than just his company... she wanted him to make her feel how he had the night before last, like a wild animal, free and primal. If he could do that for her again she doubted there was much she wouldn't do for him in return. It was just a question of whether he could play his cards right, she needed him to be so gentle and patient and yet when he nailed it... well they had already been there once and gods did she want to be taken back to that place again.

 

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"I'll make you a deal. I'm paying for dinner. I know of a couple of places we can stop for some take-out. But if you are so determined to spend some of your money, we will go to the mall first and you can find something a little sexier than your pajamas to wear to bed when you are with me. OK?"

He knew she was probably blushing like crazy in his car, but it would be worth it if she gave into his idea.

"You tell me where you want to watch TV tonight. Where ever you are most comfortable. I would love to have you come to my place, but you have to decide when you are ready to take that step."

As the started to drive from the university, "Where to first? Nightie shopping for food?"

As usual, his hand landed on her knee, with hers on top of this; this time, though, he felt her legs open a bit and her hand pull his to her inner thighs, just above the knee, followed by a soft moan.

 

[Uggg]

Patrick's nice touches were a pleasant distraction but her mind was still racing. She was in fact feeling a little bit crest fallen. Clearly he didn't think Pajamas were appropriate night wear, not sexy. For a moment she wasn't even sure how he knew she wore Pajamas, certainly she hadn't been wearing any the night they'd slept together tangled naked in each others bodies.

Then she remembered the picture shed sent him the night before... ah... she'd meant it to be cute and playful but he must have found it odd that she was wearing pajamas. Hmmmf! Well she wasn't the kind of girl to send naughty pics! that was just inviting trouble.

Cavelle did want to always be sexy for him though, the problem was he was a typical male and obviously thought sexy night wear was cheap. He had that completely wrong. She couldn't afford to be buying anything like that till after her next pay.

Dinner would be by far the cheaper expense. Then a naughty little idea blossomed and she found herself smiling a naughty happy smile. His hand was still doing all kinds of magic on her leg and maybe that emboldened her but she had a very sexy fantasy suddenly and she decided that it could be more than just a fantasy.

"Ah... Love... Love!" He stopped and she was able to concentrate again, she needed to present this just right,

" Love... I want to be sexy for you, specially in the bedroom... but I can't afford to buy something like that this week, after my next pay I will have some more cash but sexy nightwear is not cheap. So how about I buy the takeout and you buy the nightwear. I promise to wear it for you... no mater what you get I promise. If you pay for it then I will wear it for you. Make me as sexy as you want. Dress me up however you want. I will do this for you."

Making this offer, this promise made her feel amazing. It was a kind of submission, a surrender like when she had parted her legs for his hands. Suddenly she found her mind afire with desire. She wanted more of this feeling and now she knew how to get it, she offered him more.

"I love you Patrick, lets go back to your place tonight. I will wear what you want me to wear. From now on, any time I'm in your room, I'll wear whatever you tell me to, whether it's sexy sleep wear or nothing at all. I'm yours."

Oh gods, yes that was the feeling. The feeling of being his. She couldn't speak anymore, afraid she'd surrender everything she had to him. It was better if it were his place- no Teressa to wake them up in the morning and laugh at her.

She wondered what he would say... gods she wondered what he would have her wear, she hoped it wouldn't be uncomfortable. Sexy was fine but what about when she actually wanted to sleep. Her mind caught up with her lust suddenly and she began to feel a little uneasy, what had she just given away?

 

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"Cavelle, I must apologize. I was letting my maleness take control. I will admit that anything you wear is sexy because what really turns me on about you is you . . . the way you love me, the way you trust me not to push too hard or fast, the way you have given yourself completely to me. I'm sorry love. I was thinking about what I wanted, not at all how it would affect you."

Driving to the mall, Patrick parks in front of one the department stores. Taking her by the hand as they walk in, "I want you to pick out something that you will feel comfortable wearing at my apartment tonight, relaxing on the couch and into my bedroom. The choice is totally yours . . . nice pajamas, a nightie, a robe . . . the choice is all yours."

As the approached the door to the mall, "Let's face if, girlfriend, you know we both like each other when we wear nothing at all."

That got a blushing giggle from her as he opened the mall entrance doors.

 

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He was so sweet. She took his hand as they walked down the long wide isles... This could actually be fun and it was her chance to try and work out what he liked. She wanted to please him.

"How about we pick together love. We will find something we are both happy with."

Cavelle had shopped here before, she knew that the changing rooms were laid out with a bunch of booths around a room with a big mirror and a couch. It was set up that way so that one person could get changed in the booth and then step out into the relatively private room to show someone else waiting on the couch and to use the big mirror. Normally someone trying on more intimate items would stay in the booth but if Patrick was in the viewing room he could give her the all clear.

Cavelle was feeling so naughty at the idea of it. They could pick a few things they fancied and she could do a little private show in the changing room. He could choose what he liked best. She wondered what it would be? Some thing lacy? Something sheer? Something satiny or silky smooth? Something racy?

Her breath was coming faster as she got excited. She loved the idea of decorating her body for his pleasure. He obviously had no idea what she had in mind... but he soon would. She hoped it would excite him then as much as it was her now.

 

[garajd]

Not knowing just what Cavelle had in mind as she led him thru the mall to a specific store, or where her mind was going in thinking about what he was going to buy for her . . . whatever she had in mind, he was all in with it.

Her suggestion that he buy this for her was arousing in itself . . . that she wanted him to help her find something that she could wear, just for him . . . and take off, just for him.

He had never been in the "Intimates" section of a department store; this was going to be an experience for him. She led him by the hand as they looked at the potential purchases selecting a few for her to try on, not just for size, but for the effect it might have on the two of them and their time together.

After finding a few selections . . . from silky long pajamas . . shortie pajamas . . . lacy nighties . . . sheer nighties . . . panties, thongs . . . Cavelle led him back to the changing area; admittedly he was surprised that he could go back there, but the clerk just smiled as they entered the area.

He took a seat on the circular couch, facing the changing room she chose . . . not sure if she would come out and ask his opinion on each option . . . going to be an interesting few minutes.

He could hear clothing coming off . . .that was enough to arouse him . . . knowing she was naked on the other side of a flimsy door.

He looked up as the door started to open . . .

 

[Uggg]

Being a tall girl had a lot of advantages but clothes shopping was not one of them. She'd seen a few items catch his eye in the store that she knew wouldn't work for her. Things that needed a shorter torso or legs. Still they had quite the selection as they headed for the changing room.

Cavelle knew the clerk. She was a friend of Teresa's and they shared a look as Cavelle led her apparently nervous boyfriend into the changing room. The clerk smiled a knowing smile and Cavelle winked. Patrick seemed oblivious to the whole conversation. Hmmf... Men!

Inside she had a quick peak about to make sure there was no one else using any of the other booths before heading to one to begin her little show. She was feeling a little nervous herself now. She had been naked for him once before and so this would seem like less but that was the only time she had ever been naked for anyone and it had only been the once so it was still a little nerve wracking to show off her body. Even for him.

Nervousness was a type of excitement though and that was the feeling she felt most strongly. She started of with a pair of silk pajamas. She had seen Patrick's eye drift to their rack a few times but it had been one of the items that would be unlikely to fit her well. The blue pair she had selected were okay though.

They were modest but figure hugging. On her long legs the ankles might be a bit exposed but she wouldn't mind that if he liked them.
Once she had them on she looked at herself in the mirror. They really were tight about the buttocks, he would no doubt like that but there wasn't much skin showing.

He looked up as she pushed the door open. She saw his eyes widen. Good, that made her feel very nice. She walked out into the room and turned a pirouette for him. He smiled at her and her own smile broke free of its own accord. She headed back into her booth.

Next it was the shorty Pajamas, also silky smooth but satin. This was the kind of thing Cavelle would be likely to buy for herself for summer. It was a little singlet and a matching pair of satiny shorts, she had deliberately selected a size that would show a little of her midriff and be tight about her buttocks. The color this time was a dark midnight blue.

She asked through the door if they were still alone before pushing it open. This outfit was lot more revealing. The kind of thing she would wear at home with just T around but not something she would want a stranger to see.

Again she absolutely loved the feel of his eyes eating her all up as she walked out and presented herself to him like tribute for a king. She didn't miss the signs of his pleasure. He would need some time to recover after they were done before he could stand up. That sent a secret thrill through her as well.

The next item they had selected was a lacy nightie but no mater how she adjusted the shoulder straps she just couldn't get it to sit right around her bust it just wasn't designed for a smaller breasted woman so rather than draw things out and spoil the mood she gave up on it and moved on to the sheer nightie.

This was without a doubt the sexiest thing she had ever considered wearing. This is something that if he chose it, it would be only for him. It was cut like the other nightie but had ribbon that you could do up under your breasts making it more of a one size fits all affair.

It's fabric was black and very see through. It came to mid thigh but with no underpants or bra on Cavelle could clearly see her nipples, which had become very hard and further down her pubic hair. Cavelle was not a natural brunette. She dyed her hair black, her natural color was blond and so she had light colored pubic hair.

That was lucky because they had selected a little black lacy g string to go with this nightie but it was much more skimpy than her usual panties and she would need to do some work on her bikini line if this g string were to be worn for him often. Fortunately with her light hair down there and the sheer fabric over the top of that she could still pull it off.

Cavelle had never had a G string before either and it felt very strange at first having that little bit of fabric between her buttocks but she supposed she could get used to that. When she finally had the courage to step out and reveal herself to him the sight of how she looked in the big mirror nearly took her breath away, Who was this woman, this long legged sexy model? Surely it was not Cavelle.

What the mirror couldn't do his eyes did. He took her breath away. He was looking at her with fire inside like a cat watching a mouse. She had intended to strut and tease him as she had with the other outfits but she was pinned to the spot by his desire. She had taken two steps out of booth, that's all.

His voice was a little cracked. That did something to her deep inside.

"Turn around baby."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes Patrick."

She turned slowly one complete circle then one more back the other way.

His eyes told her all she needed to know. This is the outfit he would have her wear for him tonight. She retreated then least he pounce on her here in the changing room... not that she wouldn't have loved that.

That look in his eyes. She found herself feeling very vulnerable and took his hand again as they left the mall. This time with a little package tucked under her arm. suddenly she realized something.

These items, what they had just purchased, might very well be the items that she wore when she gave her virginity away. That might happen tonight. She wasn't sure she would ever be 100% ready but if he wanted it she wouldn't say no.

 

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Before leaving the mall, Patrick detoured her thru the men's department, "If you are going to wear something like that, I think I need something more than an older pair of boxers and a t-shirt."

He let her doing the selecting . . . finding him a pair of silk boxers, as well as a pair of bikini briefs of almost see-through mesh material.

After leaving the mall, eating was the last thing on either of their minds, but they also knew that they would need something . . . so a quick stop by one of Patrick's favorite Chinese carry-outs. Once they got to Patrick's apartment, he grabbed the carry-out and his briefcase; Cavelle followed with the two shopping bags.

Once inside, she held them up for him to see; he smiled but, "Don't even think about it. If we change now, neither one of us will have anything to eat. Go ahead and find something on the TV. I'll dig out some plates and utensils sp we can at least get a little bit to eat."

He knew if he pushed her tonight, she would give herself completely to him; he was still a bit concerned if she was really ready to take that step. Tonight would be more intense that the other night at her place, but maybe not to a complete taking of her virginity . . . the next few hours would tell.

 

[Uggg]

Cavelle was having trouble containing her excitement. Both sexual excitement and just general excitement kept bubbling up inside her in waves that made her feel silly, naughty, flirtatious and coy. Patrick was practical though and sent her to the lounge to sort out something to watch while he dished them some food.

This was the second time Cavelle had visited his apartment but it was the first time she'd had a good look around his lounge. The apartment was quite modern but Patrick had managed to decorate it so it felt warm and cozy. His couch was one of those supper soft ones that you just sank into. A nice shade of brown but not leather, some kind of soft velvety fabric, it felt wonderful to run her fingers over.

He had a well stocked book shelf a slightly old fashioned but quite expensive and complicated looking sound system and a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall.

Cavelle found the remote on the coffee table and switched it on. It was a fancy web enabled TV and Patrick had left it logged into Netflix. Teresa and Cavelle didn't have a TV, they used their laptops for entertainment so it took a Cavelle a few tries to work out how to navigate with the remote but by the time he came in she was browsing.

The truth was though that she didn't want to get into a new series and didn't think she could concentrate through a whole movie. Not knowing what waited in those packages, what awaited her later in his bedroom.

"What do you think love? Maybe just some music? Do you have something nice and romantic?"

She handed over the remote. He would know his system better and could operate it faster.

 

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"I think I can find something like that."

He took the remote from her and switched to the channels dedicated to music; scrolling down thru the channels he found one, "Adult Listening".

"Let's give this one a try; if we like it, I can even switch it over to a speaker in the bedroom for later."

There was no question they were going to end up in the bedroom, probably sooner rather than later tonight.

"Let's eat here at the table; I've tried eating on the couch and as soft and comfy as it is, eating there is not what it is made for."

Neither was particularly hungry, so most of the carry-out remained in the containers and went back in the fridge. Patrick lit a candle in the center of the table; hopefully that will wipe out the aroma of Chinese food.

Turning out all the lights except for a table lamp in the living room, Patrick pulled her down to the couch with him. "Shall we try to find a TV program to watch, or are you OK with this music?"

Not waiting for an answer, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him; not really necessary because, when she sat on the couch she was practically in his lap.

Patrick didn't want to rush her tonight, but it was going to be interesting to see whose hands got busy first!!

 

[Uggg]

"Mmmmm... The music love."

The candle lit dinner had been nice, Cavelle loved Chinese. She wasn't a big eater so didn't have much but she was surprised at how little he'd eaten. She'd always heard about how big men's appetites were but there were lots of leftovers. She'd helped him pack them away into the fridge before she let him lead her back into the lounge and pull her down onto his lovely comfy couch.

He pulled her in close and she let him. It's where she wanted to be anyway. He took her hand and she rested her head on his shoulder listening to the music he'd chosen. Some nice slow romantic blues. It was the type of music she remembered from her child hood. Her parents loved music like this and Cavelle did to.

She whispered some words in between the music. Fitting her voice in with the lyrics.

"I love you, I love you Patrick Dunn," A pause while a voice made of melodic gravel caressed their ears then another chance for her to whisper to him,

"I'm your girl and I love you. I'm your girl my love."

There was an instrumental with harmonica and Cavelle hummed along.

"I'm all yours Patrick Dunn. I'm your good girl."

And then she couldn't whisper to him any more because he was kissing her but that was okay because her kisses said the same things her whispers had. She was ready for him to eat her all up. She would need to have a shower before she dressed up for him but when he was ready she would do that and then it would be up to him what happened next. She was completely in his hands and she was completely okay with that.

His hands had proven themselves to be a safe and wonderfully pleasant place to be. Her heart was nestled there in his hands already, there was no reason her body shouldn't be as well. She was all his. She was for him. She was happier than she had ever been before.

 

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After sitting on the couch and snuggling for a few minutes, trying to relax, but knowing that the sexual tension between the two of them was building, Patrick laid a hand on her knee, then between her knees and began to caress just above her knees. Cavelle responded with a soft moan and a kiss on his neck.

"Are you ready to change, love? I know I am. If you would like to take a quick shower first, I'll go lay out some towels in the bathroom. Just give me a few minutes to clean up a bit myself and then the bathroom and bedroom are all yours until you are ready."

Seeing a slight nod, he leaned in to kiss her, his hand sliding up her tummy, lightly over her breast, and to her cheek as the kiss ended.

"I love you, sweetheart."

Grabbing the small bag that included his new boxers, he headed into the bathroom. After washing up, he slipped them on and, grabbing a robe, he walked back into the living room.

Giving her a hand to get up from the couch, "Take your time, love. But, hurry up. I want to be with you so much right now."

 

[Uggg]

"Take your time, love. But, hurry up. I want to be with you so much right now."

Cavelle snorted a laugh at that. 'Take your time but hurry up!' Funny man! She picked up her package where it sat next to her gym bag at the end of his couch and headed for the bathroom. This was it. She was nervous and excited, a wonderful combination of feelings she had been getting quite used to over the last week as Patrick gently guided her into sexually awakened womanhood.

The truth was she had thought of little else but the contents of this little brown paper bag since they had left the store. Wearing these items briefly in the changing room had revealed to her something she had never understood before. How freaking good it felt to be sexy for a man and know it, know it with no doubt, not an iota of self doubt. His eyes had given her that certainty. There had been no room for doubt in the heat of his regard.

In his eyes she had seen herself as an object of desire. It felt glorious and empowering. As she had paraded the various outfits she had felt like she was offering herself as tribute to a king but when she had walked out of the booth in this outfit feeling at first intensely self conscious his eyes had told her something new. This time she was the queen. That's how she had known it was the right outfit.

Cavelle washed quickly in the shower, keeping her hair out of the water. She didn't want wet hair, it took too long to dry this time of year and he didn't have a hair dryer in his bathroom. She took her contact lenses out and left them in their case in her bag. They were only needed for long distance sight anyway. She could see fine close up. After the shower, standing naked in his bathroom in front of his large mirror, she unpacked her new sheer nightie and the g string. The nighty had a card board label which she removed carefully not wanting to tear the light fabric.

She was taking her time. He had wanted her to hurry but she was enjoying the anticipation of the moment. She was enjoying the feeling of preparing herself for him. Tonight was special. Tonight she was giving herself to him completely. That didn't necessarily mean they would go all the way, but it did mean they might.

It meant that she had decided she was ready to give herself and the decision of how quickly they would progress to him. Teresa had given her some condoms which she had in her gym bag. It is the only thing she would insist on. If he wanted her he would have to use one of those. Everything else was up to him.

The first item she put on was the G string. She wanted to see how she would look for him when he took her out of the nightie. She assumed the nightie would be the first to go and the panties after. It felt so strange as that little fabric strap snuggled up between her buttocks. That was really going to take some getting used to. She loved how it made her bum look though. She pulled the straps a bit further up her hips than she would normally do when wearing panties. That looked even better. Accentuating her curves and pulling the tiny triangle of fabric over her mons nice and tight.

She wished she'd had a chance to shave her bikini line in a bit further. Cavelle did shave right up to her bikini line when she shaved her legs but all her other panties had a lot more fabric than these tiny things so there was a bit of pubic hair escaping the confines. She hoped he wouldn't mind. It was something she could rectify next time she showered at home but there was nothing to be done about it now. She wasn't going to use his razor without asking.

Finally she pulled the nightie on over her head and tied a bow in the ribbon beneath her breasts. Cavelle's breasts sat up nice and pert even without a bra and again seeing herself dressed like this in something so see through had her aroused. Her nipples, clearly visible, were pressing out against the fabric and around those you could see her areola as dark circles. Cavelle gave them a little stroke through he sheer material, not the nipples just her sensitive areola remembering what it had felt like two nights earlier when he had sucked her nipples so passionately, almost roughly and stroked her pussy. She was never so firm with herself and yet it had felt fantastic.

Experimentally she plucked at her left nipple with her fingers a little harder than she normally would but immediately regretted it, Gasping in pain... it just didn't work when she did it herself. She needed his hands on her, his lips on her. She was ready.

He was waiting for her on his bed wearing a robe which was open displaying him nicely. His shapely legs his muscly chest and his sexy new boxer shorts. His eyes were of course on her the moment she walked in. The lights were dimmed but not so much that he couldn't appreciate the sight of her. She stopped not far into the room and waited for him to tell her what he wanted.

Earlier in the car when they had discussed their plans for the night she had made him a promise. She'd said that from now on in this room, his bedroom, she would do what ever he desired and she had meant it. She had no experience and he knew what he was doing, she trusted him to take her, teach her, please her and teach her how to please him. There were lots of things she was frightened of but she trusted him. They would communicate, everything would be okay, she would be obedient and he would be gentle.