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  It made sense really. I had been a bit of a jerk. I could tell by her reaction that I had hurt her and could understand if she was a bit wary. I certainly would have been.

  “I loved the cake, by the way,” I whispered to her as the game started. “It’s like I can still taste it.”

  She looked at me shocked and then eased into a soft smile, complimented by a gentle crimson hue on her cheeks. I would have kissed her if she would let me but didn't want to push it. Though she didn't take her hand away, which I took as a good sign.

  We watched the Rangers getting their asses kicked by Boston to the dismay of the hometown crowd, who seemed one opposition goal away from throwing things on the ice. I just consoled myself that New York didn't have a massive history for hockey riots.

  The only happy people in the arena that night were Sally and me. While the area stayed cold, things between us thawed considerably. By half time she had her head on my shoulder and both of her hands in my jacket, ostensibly to keep them warm, though I had my suspicions.

  I put my arm around her in response and she hummed contentedly, sweetly nuzzling my neck. I kissed her tenderly on the forehead, making her giggle and snuggle against me even harder. I could feel her tits pressing against my arm, even through the thick fabric of the jersey and whatever she was wearing under it. My guess was probably a tee shirt.

  Just thinking about it made me think about what had happened with the cake again, particularly at the beginning. How nice her tits had been and how good the cake had tasted on them. I didn't say anything at the time, but she was a really skilled baker and I was honestly a bit disappointed when she said I wasn't getting another one, even as a joke.

  The Rangers were pounded 5-2 but I couldn't have been happier. I had managed to see Sally again and she seemed to have forgiven me for how we had left things.

  Sure, she had said she had agreed with me, but her flinch had spoken volumes. People could misrepresent their feelings with words but unconscious reactions were just that and tended to tell the truth more than we did.

  The limo met us outside Madison Square Garden, pulling right up to the curb. Gingerly coming around to the other side of the car, the driver opened the passenger side door for us.

  “Thanks,” Sally said, getting in the back first.

  “Rickard's,” I said, before getting in behind her.

  The snuggles continued in the limo, Sally getting very close very fast. Which was kind of nice, considering how cold it was. I also just liked the feel of her. I considered popping one of the many bottles of very nice champagne I kept in the limo but didn't want to get too tipsy too fast.

  “Where are we going?” Sally asked.

  “Rickard's, my favorite restaurant,” I said.

  “You were able to get us a reservation at Rickard's?” Sally asked, seeming genuinely amazed. “That place is always completely booked up.”

  “I have some powerful friends,” I said.

  “Cool. I won’t tell Gia. She hates that kind of stuff.”

  “Sorry,” I cringed.

  “It’s fine,” she laughed. “She considers it pompous. I consider it awesome.”

  The limo pulled into one of the VIP spots right up next to the door, even closer than the government sanctioned disabled parking spots. Yet another example of things can’t be right but can still be true.

  “Mr. Gaspin, welcome, sir,” the hostess said as we walked in.

  “Thank you, Sarah, is my table ready?”

  “Certainly, right this way,” Sarah said, leading the way into the dining area.

  The table was practically in its own area. Made of dark walnut, it had a single red candle burning in the middle.

  Sally's jersey clearly went against the usual dress code but it wouldn't be the first time they had bent the rules for me. On balance, it was more important to keep me happy and coming back than to follow the rules to a tee.

  “I've always wondered what it was like in here,” she remarked.

  “Does it live up to your expectations?” I asked.

  “And then some,” she agreed.

  “Glad to hear it.”

  “You're not trying to buy me back, are you?” she asked.

  “No, not directly. I want you to be happy and have a good time. The money involved is more of a facilitating factor rather than a means in and of itself.”

  “Huh,” she said.

  “What?”

  “That was a much more thoughtful answer that I expected.”

  “Thanks?”

  “I think that came out wrong,” I said.

  “It's okay, I think I understand and frankly I don't blame you. I certainly don't give off the impression of being an intellectual. Smart, sure, I've created apps from nothing but that's not the same as being thoughtful.”

  “Meta-thinking,” Sally said.

  “Thinking about thinking, exactly,” I said.

  “I took psych when I got into college.”

  “That makes sense,” I said.

  “Because I ended up a lowly baker?”

  “There is nothing lowly about bakers, especially not the way you do it. You have a genuine talent,” I said.

  “Thanks,” Sally said, blushing again.

  She was really cute when she was flustered.

  “The reason it makes sense you took psych is that you can use the term meta-thinking correctly. It isn't exactly a common term.”

  “Ah, right. Can I ask how you know about it?”

  “I read a lot,” I said, “a habit I picked up in elementary school. I didn't have many friends at least until high school and even then, it was the guys I'm still friends with now.”

  “Interesting, you never struck me as a loner.”

  “I wouldn't say a loner, really. I just tended to annoy, confuse or scare most people.”

  “Scare? Scare how?”

  “I went through a bit of a goth phase. Even though I was also a geek. If the computer thing hadn't worked out, I'd had a back-up plan of being a librarian or comic book creator. It got a bit weird,” I said.

  “Sounds like it, but at least you got through it, right?”

  “Exactly,” I said, “it also gave Simon and me a lot to talk about. The reading anyway. Derek and Reece kind of came along with him in a weird sort of package deal.”

  “As is often the case, particularly in high school,” she said.

  “Do you have any other friends from back then, besides Gia?” I asked.

  “Not really. I had friends then and have friends now but Gia, and to a lesser degree Maya are really the only hold overs, though I only recently started to get closer to Maya and that was through Gia.”

  “I see.”

  “I wonder why we didn't get menus,” Sally remarked.

  “I already ordered,” I said.

  “You what?”

  “It is a thing you can do. They know my preferences already. I took a guess as to yours, going by what you ate most of during our roof-top dining experience. I hope you don’t find that pretentious or too assuming. I was trying to be suave and skip the ordering stage, like we’re such important guests that they just waltz our food right out without us having to tell them what we want. Sometimes I have bad ideas, though, I admit that.”

  “Back up. You remember that?” she asked.

  “Of course I do,” I said.

  “No, I mean you remember how much I ate of what?”

  “Yeah, I have a pretty good memory for detail,” I said.

  “Is that how you knew my size for the jersey? You saw it on my shirt tag, I'm guessing.”

  “Good guess,” I said.

  “It must be no challenge remembering your credit card number then.”

  “Not a bit,” I said.

  “Must be useful.”

  “In some ways, definitely,” I agreed.

  “What else do you remember?” Sally asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Is it only numbers and food?” Sally asked.
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  “Oh, no, I remember most things,” I said.

  “Including these?” she asked, nodding down towards her gorgeous breasts.

  “Among other things,” I said.

  “Really?” she asked, leaning in.

  “Of course,” I said, leaning in too.

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “Well, the cake for a start. It really was delicious. I know I’m sounding like a broken record.”

  “Just the cake?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

  “No,” I said.

  “What else?” she pressed.

  “I remember how certain other things tasted and it was all delicious,” I admitted, being purposefully vague due to our environment, but hinting at double entendres as much as I could. “And I remember some beautiful views, too.”

  “I see,” she said shyly.

  On that note, the food arrived. The first course of it, anyway. There were three in all, as was the tradition. I had tried to keep them small so we wouldn't get overly stuffed, on the admittedly off chance that she was willing for a second go around with me. The longer the date went on, the clearer it became that she was.

  “Where to?” I asked, as we got into the limo after polishing off our chocolate mousse.

  “Your place,” she said, without hesitation.

  Neither my cock nor my heart could be any happier.

  Chapter Six

  Sally

  I knew it was a bad idea, but I just couldn't help myself. I kept thinking about how good it had been the last time we had fucked, and I wanted to feel him again. I just hoped that this time we might do it in his bed.

  Mike's place was a bit more understated than I thought it might be. Despite being a three-floor condo in downtown Manhattan, it had none of the ostentatious markers of the extreme wealth it would take to afford such a place.

  If anything, it was quite tasteful, done in unpretentious whites and blues with plain black furniture and not much in the way of decor. The most expensive thing in the place was the pro computer set up in the corner of the living room.

  “This way,” Mike said, leading me up the stairs.

  I followed willingly and took his hands as we went up the stairs.

  Mike's room was much like the rest of the condo. Plain and spare. Unassuming. A lot like him, really. I wasn't sure what was going on with him but could feel it was something beyond the typical callousness. Like his aloof attitude and cynicism were a way of protecting himself.

  I had seen and experienced how tender he could be and had a gut feeling that this was what he was actually like. Not the jerk player he was trying to come off as.

  We got to the bed and he turned on me. Not in a bad or scary way. He just literally turned toward me, looking pretty intense.

  He took the jersey off me, dropping it on the floor and then did the same with the tee shirt I was wearing under it and then my bra, slowly peeling down the layers of my clothes until he got to my breasts.

  He didn't actually do anything at first. He just looked at them and put his hands on them. I wasn’t sure what he might do next.

  Then, out of nowhere, he plunged down, taking one of my tits in his hand and the other into his mouth, gently sucking it. Pleasure flowed through me and I got a bit weak in the knees. I put my hand against the wall to stay upright.

  Sucking on my other breast next, Mike kissed his way down between them and over my belly, down towards the waistband of my jeans. Unfastening my pants, he slowly pulled them down, kissing each bit of flesh as it revealed itself, finally getting it all the way off.

  Pulling off my panties somewhat less ceremoniously, he kissed his way back up my legs, starting at my bare feet, until he buried his face into my aching pussy. I ran my free hand through his hair as he licked, making me want to scream in pleasure.

  He braced me by my hips to keep me upright and began to lick my tender, pink pussy lips with even more intensity, making me moan with pleasure. This was a big part of the reason I had given in and showed up at the game, and now I was so glad I had.

  “Yes!” I nearly screamed.

  He kept going, making me shudder with an intense orgasm. Guiding me down into a sitting position on the bed, he gently massaged my pussy, bringing me to a second delicious orgasm.

  When I recovered, I took firm hold of his cock, which already bulging and hard in his pants, determined to give him even a bit of the pleasure he had given me. Getting his pants off, I stroked the shaft of his beautiful cock, taking care to swirl my tongue around the head of his it, licking up the precum.

  Cupping his huge balls as well as I could in my other hand, I took his shaft most of the way into my mouth and started to suck him hard. He moaned and closed his eyes, letting me know how good it felt.

  I kept going, picking up speed, taking him even further in, doing my best not to gag myself. I could feel him stiffen and he put his hand on the back of my head. Both sure signs he was about to cum.

  I slowed down my sucking speed a bit and prepared to take his flood of sweet cum as he unloaded into my mouth. The rush came and I was ready, swallowing it all down, looking him in the eyes as I did so.

  Mike pulled me to my feet and, bracing me behind my back with one of his strong arms, kissed me deeply, his tongue playing gently with mine, making me even more horny than I had been before, if such a thing were even possible.

  Breaking away, he lay me out on the bed, so that I was facing him, my legs over the edge. He then lifted up my legs over his elbows and pressed his cock against my pussy.

  “I-I've never done it like this,” I said, a bit embarrassed.

  “I'll be gentle,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said.

  True to his word, Mike moved slowly, gently pumping his huge cock in and out of my wet pussy, making sure to brush past my clit with every pass, sending another shock wave of pleasure shooting through me. It was almost more than I could take. I grabbed onto his arms and held on tight as he moved in me, working me to the edge of a massive orgasm.

  I came like a banshee, complete with screaming and convulsions. Mike took a hold of me and held me tight until it had subsided. I had never cum like that before and it took a while before I could even speak.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Fuck yes,” I said, still breathless.

  “Good,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

  “Again?” I asked.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, but I want to be on top, okay?”

  “Sure.”

  Mike took off the rest of his clothes and lay down on the bed. I climbed on top of him eagerly, slipping his cock up into my pussy. Taking a few practice bounces to get the balance just right, I lay my hands flat against Mike's chest and began to ride him.

  He put his hands on my hips for added support. I went slowly at first, gauging exactly how much of his massive bulk I could comfortably take into my pussy.

  When I got it just right and I was used to having him inside me again, I started going a bit harder, until I was pounding in earnest, jackhammering his cock up inside me, making both of us moan loudly in unbridled ecstasy.

  “Now!” he said, when he was about to cum.

  I jumped off his cock and took it in my mouth as he unleashed his beautiful torrent of hot sticky cum down my throat. I kept sucking even after I had swallowed the last bit, bringing him to another orgasm, unleashing another rush of cum down my throat. I thought I might be getting addicted.

  “Do you want to try it in your ass?” he asked.

  “Um, sure,” I said, before I really knew what I was saying.

  Mike opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out a butt plug and a bottle of lube. He was definitely prepared.

  “Turn over,” he said, making it sound like a request.

  “Okay.”

  I flipped over onto my belly and spread my asshole. The first drops of the lube were cold and made me flinch a bit.

  “You okay?” he asked. />
  “Yeah, it's just cold,” I said.

  “Sorry, it will warm up,” he said, gently starting to massage the lube into my ass, making me hum.

  Lubing me up nicely, Mike slipped a finger in as a sort of preliminary. Even that honestly made me gasp, my asshole being even tighter than my pussy.

  When I was ready, Mike pushed the tip of the lubed-up butt plug into the opening of my asshole. I took a deep breath in and let it out as he gently slipped the butt plug all the way into my asshole.

  “Just relax, baby,” he said, gently stroking the small of my back.

  “Okay,” I said, trying to concentrate.

  It didn't really hurt. Certainly not the rash, burning sensation I had heard described. It was more of an intense pressure. I figured it was about how it would feel his cock in my ass so I was glad for the practice run.

  “Deep breath in,” Mike said.

  I obeyed and as I held the breath in and let it out, Mike gently wiggled the butt plug inside me and reached around to massage my pussy as he did so. When I was ready, Mike pulled the butt plug gently from my asshole and, placing it on the bedside table, got behind me.

  Lovingly stroking my back, Mike pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my stretched-out asshole and pushed in. Giving me a minute to get used to the feeling, he kept going, getting about a quarter of his cock into my asshole before stopping.

  Taking me by my hips, Mike started moving his beautiful cock inside my tight little asshole, making me literally shudder with pleasure.

  “It's okay, baby, let go.”

  I started to moan and then scream, letting loose with unequivocal indications of how good he was making me feel. Mike reached around again and fingered my pussy as he fucked my asshole, making me cum at the same time he filled my asshole with his own cum.

  Kissing the back of my neck, Mike slowly pulled out of my asshole and sat on the edge of the bed behind me.

  “Do you want to have a shower before you go?” he asked.

  He might as well have stabbed me in the heart.

  Chapter Seven

  Sally