Payback by Kim Brogan

at the next locker was doing it.  I found it strangely perverse and preferred my men to have a little hair on their chests, on their genitals and, my favorite, a line of it leading from their bellybutton to their package— the happy trail .  Caden’s chest sported enough hair to be sexy but not enough to be a baboon.  More importantly, I saw the beginnings of a happy trail, that sexy line of hair to his package.  Everything between my legs tingled at the sight of his body being unwrapped like a Christmas present.
    As soon as his shirt was off , he wasted no time removing mine.  When he saw the bra, he stopped and gave me a puzzled look.  “What is this? Where’s the latch to the promised land?”
    I giggled , as I reached down and pulled the bra over my head. When it was off, he was staring down at my breasts, his mouth open in awe.
    “Jesus, Joseph , and Mary.  What pretty little babies you have.  I’ve never seen them so perfectly round and pert.” He placed his long fingers around one and squeezed lightly.  You know, your breasts are larger than they look when you’re just wearing T-shirts.”
    “They’re C’s.  Small C’s.”
    “Beautiful C’s.  I’d give them an A+.  Christ, your breasts could be breast doubles for some of these actresses I work with. I’d rather make love to them than Jessica’s large, pendulous breasts.”  Jessica was the co-star in Rowhouse and she was known all over Hollywood for having a rocking body.
    I felt proud an d strangely empowered by my now-perfect breasts.  I proudly displayed them, and he enjoyed making love to them. He touched and licked them before pulling on my nipples with his lips. His playing around culminated in him pushing them together so that he could rapidly rotate between sucking each of them until they were taut and ripe.   I’d never had a man spend so much time enjoying my breasts, and the attention registered deep in my groin.  I was sure I was going to come soon, and he hadn’t even touched me where I wanted to be touched yet. 
    “Take your jeans off,” he said.
    “I’m not on birth control.”
    He paused and looked in my eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”
    I shook my head.
    “Fuck!” he exhaled with frustration.  “When did you have your period?”
    “Last week.”
    He brightened up.  “Good.  Then we’re probably fine.  Come on, get them off.”
    “How do I know that you haven’t picked up something from one of your many conquests?”
    He shrugged. “Good question.  I can’t guarantee anything, but I had a checkup a month ago and nothing came up.”
    My ardor was starting to flame out.
    I guess he could see I was n’t excited about our prospects because he quickly asked, “Do you have any condoms?”
    “No,” I said.
    “Okay.  I used my last one a few weeks ago.  I’m going to go and get some rubbers, and then I’ll be back.” It was more a question than a statement.
    “This is ridiculous. It’s almost one in the morning.  Why don’t we call it a night and , if you’re still interested in a real second date, you could call me.”
    He turned on his back and moaned. “I knew something like this would happen.  Nothing is ever easy with you.”
    “Are you dissing me?”
    “Dissing? You mean being disrespectful?  No.  I just mean that circumstances have conspired to keep us apart. I’m beginning to think we’ll never get together.”
    “I thought we were together right now.”
    “You know what I mean,” he winced.
    “I’m going home.” I grabbed my t- shirt and put it back on.
    Caden was now on his feet, shirtless and pissed.  He was clenching his teeth and shaking his head. “Fine. I’ll walk you to your car.”
    “No!  I mean, no, you don’t have to do that.  I’m okay walking by myself.”
    He said quietly but firmly, “I can’t let you walk around this dark lot by yourself.  I’ll walk you.”
    I didn’t argue. There was already enough tension in the air. I suspected that