Regina now wished she had swapped out her day bag for an evening clutch. The musician was turning out to be a lot better in person than he had sounded on paper, and even though she had experienced her Carson Miller epiphany that afternoon at lunch, she was still giving this date all she had. Everybody at the trendy restaurant had greeted Davy by name when he came in, and they had seated him and Regina at a favorable corner table. There were even free appetizers. It made Regina feel like royalty. She looked across the table with approval.
Davy was a jazz saxophonist, tall but not too tall, blond but not too blond, funny without being sarcastic “” he was basically like that bowl of porridge in Goldilocks that was neither too cool nor too hot but just right. For the first time in a while, Regina was actually considering having sex on the first date, even though that was against all her rules. The fact was, she hadn’t had sex in seven months. It was starting to make her a little tense.
“Tell me more about your music,” she asked. “Do you play every day? Do you make lots of CDs?” She was still trying to figure out if he actually supported himself with jazz or if he came from money. Either one was fine with her, as long as he was ready to commit to a stable, long-term relationship.
“I have gigs most weekends in the city.” Davy took a sip of his single malt. Regina watched the way his sensitive hands gripped the glass and the way his Adam’s apple bounced as he swallowed. It had been too long since she’d touched a man’s skin. “I wouldn’t say I make lots of CDs, but I’ve been on a few, my own and my friends’. But,” he said, reaching across the table to touch the tip of her nose, “I put the horn to my lips every day. The horn is like a lady. She needs to know she’s loved.”
Regina blushed and looked down at her lap. The spot where Davy had touched her nose felt hot and tingly. He was her own age, twenty-five, which was much younger than most of the men she dated. Usually she thought men her age were bad bets because they were too irresponsible and still in love with their mothers, but Davy seemed to be pretty independent. He hadn’t brought up his mother at all.
The waitress appeared with a complementary plate of farmstead cheese and set it down between them. The cheeses were beautiful, arrayed in plump little wedges with dried fruits and nuts, but Regina wasn’t hungry for food. She looked back at Davy and found that his huge blue eyes were focused right on her.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said.
Regina’s voice broke a little as she said, “Thank you. I, um, I think you’re very handsome, too.”
God, she sounded like such a dork! It had been so long since she’d had sex that she didn’t really know how it went any more. It seemed like such a long trip from the restaurant table, back through the city streets, to his bed. But he didn’t seem to mind the awkwardness, because he leaned across the table and ran a lock of her straight blonde hair through his fingers.
“You look like a ballerina,” he said.
Regina smiled. Ballet had been her first dream. “I danced pretty seriously until I was about thirteen,” she told him.
“I can tell. You hold yourself like a dancer. Why did you stop?”
She laughed bitterly. “I got boobs and hips. My teacher told me I would never make it. She said I should switch to modern dance. But I didn’t want to.”
“I like your boobs and hips.”
She looked back up into his eyes, and it was a delicious moment, because she knew it was going to happen. The tension hovered in the air between them as she held his blue, blue gaze. Then he rose from the table and offered her his arm.
“They have nice bathrooms here,” he said. “And the cheese will be even better if we let it warm up a little.” She was shocked, but Davy just grinned reassuringly and said, “Come on, baby. Nobody will know.”
Something inside of Regina told her to go for it. She took his hand and followed him into one of the private bathrooms, then made sure nobody was looking as she slipped in behind him. He was right that the bathroom was nice. A scented candle burned on the back of the toilet and a cheerful vintage poster advertised milk. She gazed at the clean lines of Davy’s face reflected in the silver mirror above the sink. He took a sip of his single malt, which he had smuggled into the bathroom.
“You work too hard,” he said.
Regina was shocked to feel her eyes fill with tears. It was true. She did work too hard. She was amazed that this man she had just met could read her so well.
“You have to know how to relax, too,” he told her.
She shivered as Davy traced a finger down her cheek. His hands were so warm and strong. “Now why don’t you lift up your skirt and let me help you relax.”
Regina took a step back, but Davy leaned into her and kissed the side of her neck. As she breathed in the smell of him “” equal parts aftershave and single malt “” her pussy began to throb. She glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom door. Through the thin wood, she could hear the sounds of people talking, china clinking, and martinis being shaken.
She hated public sex, but this wasn’t exactly public.
“Go on,” Davy said. “You need some sexual healing.”
Maybe if they didn’t make any noise, nobody else in the restaurant would suspect. She shyly slid the hem of her tunic up over her hips.
Davy studied her, stroking his soul patch in an exaggerated manner. “Hmm. Zees case appears to be serious,” he said in a goofy accent. “But ve must remove ze tights to see zee full progress of zee disease.”
His goofy humor made Regina relax. She giggled as he got on his knees and reached up to hook his fingers around her waistline. With a swift motion, he yanked the tights down about her calves. The air was cool against the exposed skin of Regina’s thighs.
“Oh no! Zis is vorse that I suspected!” Davy studied her Hanky Pankys with shock. “I am afraid ze panties vill have to be amputated.”
She gave him her best helpless look. “Isn’t that a drastic step, Doctor? They were sixteen dollars.”
Davy hooked his thumb through the front panel of the lacy yellow thong and pulled it to one side and then another. Regina inhaled sharply as the elastic fabric stretched taught between the lips of her pussy.
God, it had been so long!
She couldn’t help leaning toward Davy, wanting the pressure of the fabric even harder against her sensitive clit, but then he let go, clicking his tongue in concern.
“Ve haf no alternative. If ve don’t amputate now, ze disease may spread to your bra.”
She laughed and closed her eyes. “Do it quickly then, Doctor! I’m ready.”
“You’re very brave,” he growled.
Regina shivered as she felt the warmth of his hands slide down between her thong and her skin. Her clit puckered as the backs of his knuckles brushed against it. It was a little scary being touched right there, where she was so vulnerable, after so much time. Davy caressed her thighs as he slid the thong down to her ankles, leaving her pussy bare to him, and then, with surprising strength, he lifted her up and set her on the marble countertop of the sink.
“Now ve must sterilize ze area.”
He parted the lips of her pussy, so gently that he barely touched her. Regina tried to keep quiet as he picked the glass of Macallan up off the toilet and set the edge of it right over her clit. The rim of the glass drew the hood back, exposing the most sensitive, throbbing point of her.
A stream of rich, wet liquid flowed over her skin. It trickled along the lips of her pussy to gather in little beads in her dark blonde hair, and all the places it touched burned with a pleasant, urgent heat. It slid between her inner thighs so the fabric of her skirt got wet with it and clung to her buttocks and hips. It joined with Regina’s own juices, now flowing freely from the mouth of her pussy. She was sticky all over and everything smelled like smoky peat and seawater.
Davy took the glass away from her and licked the last drops out of it. Grinning, he bent forward to lap at her open cunt. Regina gripped his hair and pressed him into her, squeezing his face between her thighs. She wanted it so bad. His tongue made eager circles around her opening, then pressed inside.
She tried to keep still and quiet, but the growing climax made her squirm. All those nights alone in bed, dreaming of meeting Mr. Right, once in a while opening her bedside drawer and pulling out the tiny vibrator her college roommate had bought her “” that was nothing like this. Sex was so much better with a real person.
She lifted her legs and pressed the soles of her shoes flat against the locked bathroom door. Regina braced herself. She had been so focused on staffing Green Money and keeping Carson happy that she hadn’t come in days. The thought of Carson made her start back guiltily.
Davy lifted his face from her and smiled. “Just relax and let yourself go, baby. I’m having a great time.” Regina stroked his smooth cheeks. It was true that Carson was the big prize, but there was Mr. Right and then there was Mr. Right Now. What was important was that Davy had just slipped a thumb inside her pussy. She felt herself clamping down on him.
“Come for me, beautiful!”
God, it felt so good! Regina had never enjoyed head before. She had always been too worried”"that she smelled weird, that she tasted bad, that men wouldn’t marry a girl they ate out. But all those worries were gone now. She just felt relaxed and delicious.
She pressed her feet harder against the opposite wall and squeezed Davy’s face between her inner thighs. He locked his mouth to her clit and sucked and sucked until delicious contractions racked her pussy. She came explosively on his tongue, her feet twitching, her ass convulsing against the sink. A final rush of fluid soaked her skirt, mixing with the smoky liquor.
Davy flushed the little toilet, and the rush of water drowned out his triumphant howl. He splashed water on his face, then gave her his arm.
Regina teetered on her heels. The muscles in her thighs felt rubbery. “But don’t you want me to . . . you know . . .”
He smiled. “Plenty of time for that when we get back to your place.”
“Oh.” Regina followed him back to the table.
The waitress smiled at them archly, but she seemed to be keeping their secret. She refilled Regina’s wine and set a fresh glass of Scotch down for Davy. “Your purse was ringing,” she told Regina. Then she put a hand on Davy’s shoulder. “Chef says it’s on him.”
Davy smiled. “Thanks, Lisa!”
“Wow,” Regina said as she fished out her Blackberry. “They really like you here, huh?”
“Yeah, well, I wait tables part time.”
She froze. “What?”
“I thought I told you that before!” He laughed. “Nobody ever got rich playing jazz, baby!”
This would normally have been a deal-breaker, but Regina’s pussy was still experiencing light aftershocks from the saxophonist’s skill. In addition, an inspection of her Blackberry revealed a euphoric text from Lorelei reporting that Sophie Steele had accepted Green Money’s offer. That meant a 5K bonus! A swank gym membership! Plus extra left over.
She smiled at Davy. She was feeling clement. Maybe his career would pick up. It showed a lot of determination to work part-time while pursuing his art.
“Should we go back to your place?” she asked.
“Let’s go to yours.”
Regina lived far away in Astoria. Her studio was very small and there was a nosy landlady on the ground floor. “I’d really prefer we go to yours,” she said.
Davy reddened and took another sip of Scotch. Regina’s brain began to take back control from her pussy.
“Why don’t you want me to see your place?” she asked.
“No, it’s not that! It’s just . . . well, my mother has to get up really early in the morning and”"”
“You live with your mother?”
“Yeah, but she’s cool, don’t worry!” His blue eyes became puppy-like with devotion. “She’s, like, the ideal woman.”
“Thanks for dinner, Davy.” Regina grabbed her day bag and left the restaurant.