Lydia could have sworn Galen flushed at her gentle teasing. "Sorry. I guess my brain just wasn't changing gears fast enough. I'd blame jet lag but I think it has more to do with you. For some reason when I'm around you all the blood drains out of my brain into my pants.""What a lovely thing to say." Oddly enough, coming from Galen, it was a uniquely touching compliment. He was so smart, so tuned into the intellectual side of his nature that being able to rattle that was a powerful feeling indeed."Pizza it is then," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Is pepperoni okay?"She smiled at him. He really was adorable. "That would be fine. I'll make a salad to go with it."Apparently that was acceptable, since he changed the subject and started eyeing the scattered photocopies on her desk. "So the catalog is all done? You've got everything accounted for?"She shook her head, slid the copy of the scroll across the blotter. "There are a few I can't figure out - like this one. What
"You're sure you're into this?" Galen wound the silk scarves she'd handed him through his fingers. The thought of tying Lydia to her wrought iron headboard had been running through his mind since the first night. Having her hand him the scarves while she stood by the bed in the tiniest nightgown he'd ever seen made him hard enough to pound nails with his cock. "You're not doing it just for me?"Her laugh was deep, throaty and entirely feminine. "That's what I bought those scarves for. I bought them a long time ago but they've never been used. The person I'd thought might be interested turned out not to be. And to my own surprise, it turned out I didn't care. I'd just met you, you see and from then on it's only been me and my trusty vibrator. And though the battery-operated boyfriend does have its advantages, it's absolutely no good at all at tying a girl up."Galen licked lips that had gone suddenly dry. "When you used your vibrator, were you picturing me?"She reached down and cupp
They never did get around to the scarves Monday night but they had on Tuesday. Lydia's pussy tingled at the memory of Galen using restraints on her and then licking and sucking her to orgasm after orgasm until she'd been little more than a limp rag. Then he'd untied her and flipped her over on the bed, taking her pussy from behind while he stuffed his thumb up her anus. She'd come all over again while he'd pounded her, finally calling out her name as he'd detonated inside of her. At least this time they'd remembered the condoms. She'd picked up an extra box and had taken to stashing a supply in her purse - as well as her desk, her kitchen drawer and everywhere else she could think of.She sat at her desk Friday afternoon trying to concentrate. She was tired and still being frustrated by the scroll. She'd taken dozens of photos of the scroll, the ring and the case and now she was hunched over them with a magnifying glass looking for further clues. The more she studied the thing the mor
So here they were on their first official date. Hopefully by leaving town Galen had removed the problem of running into people who knew them, but he knew she still saw the evening as a declaration of intent. He did too, he guessed, though he was nowhere near ready to put it into words yet. He was still frantically trying to convince himself that he wasn't falling in love with Lydia Curry."This place is great," she enthused, settling into her chair and beaming at Galen as he seated himself across the snowy linen tablecloth. "The décor is gorgeous and the smell is heavenly." Rather than open her menu she tilted her head. "What do you recommend?""Haven't you been here before?"She rolled her eyes. "Only once, a couple of years ago. It's a bit out of the average grad student's budget. The tika masala was wonderful but I'd like to try something different this time. I know very little about Indian cuisine and I'm always in favor of new experiences.""Miss Curry isn't an expert on cu
The Mortons finally left their table and Galen sighed his relief. Lydia rolled her eyes."There's one of those in every department, isn't there?" she asked Galen, taking a long draught of her wine. "I thought she'd never stop talking.""I don't think she ever does," Galen admitted. "But you handled her remarkably well."Lydia shrugged. "I just told her the truth. I got the impression you didn't want her to know this was a date, so I may have stretched the collaboration issue a bit. But not much. We had mentioned the possibility."The chuckle escaped him before he could stop it. Her quick thinking and easy poise were as dazzling as her looks. "So we had. And thank you. The woman is the biggest gossip in the department, so if she'd thought this was some kind of tryst, she'd have blabbed it all over campus by morning.""And we wouldn't want that."Ouch. He could tell that comment hadn't sat quite right but he had no idea how to fix whatever damage he'd just done. So he opted for dis
The guided tour of Galen's home was an interesting insight into the man Lydia was coming to know and love. The final rooms on the ground floor were the comfortable kitchen with a breakfast bar where Galen clearly ate all his meals and a home office that was an almost exact duplicate of his workspace on campus. All in all, the house was a warm comfortable space, masculine but welcoming.He smiled when she told him that."Glad you like it," he responded. "The bedrooms are upstairs. Would you like a drink or something before we head up?"They ended up opening a bottle of wine to take upstairs with them. Lydia was cautious as she climbed the carpeted steps beside him, holding her sandals and evening bag in one hand and her backpack in the other. Would seeing her here, in his home, change his opinion of her? She didn't want him to decide she would never blend into his life.He pointed to the first door off the stairway into a room she saw was mostly full of shelves and books with a smal
Lydia hadn't brought anything to sleep in, so after she used the facilities, all she did was step out of her dress, hang it from a hook on the back of the door, and finish brushing out her hair. Then wearing nothing but a lace thong and matching push-up bra, she walked back into the bedroom to Galen.He'd gotten undressed too and she licked her lips at the sight of him reclining against a mound of velvet-covered pillows in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. As she approached the bed, he lifted two glasses of ruby-red wine from the nightstand and gave a low whistle."You look amazing."She felt the blush all the way from her face down to the top of her belly.The bed was high. She had to use her hands to climb up into it. She settled herself next to Galen against the pile of pillows. He'd pulled back the covers and the sheets were silky-smooth cotton in navy, crisp and cool against the warmth of her skin. Galen handed her a glass, then raised his own."Once again, to the most
When Lydia was twisting underneath Galen, her pussy wet and aching, he sat up and reached over to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a couple of terrycloth athletic wrist bands."These are the real thing, not fur-lined plastic or anything. You still interested?"She had to swallow twice and squeeze her thighs together before she could speak. "Hell yeah!""That's my girl. I thought these would protect your skin." He peeled her fingers off the headboard and slipped one of the wristbands over her hands. "I don't want to hurt you.""Good idea." She let him do the same to the other hand. He planted a kiss on the palm as he did so. Then she held her arms over her head while he slipped the chain of the cuffs around the top rail of the headboard and clipped one cuff over each of her wrists. The soft cotton bands provided more than adequate padding and she tested her restraints, feeling wetness seep from her pussy as the position heightened her already powerful