STONE WALKED CARRIE DOWN to the kitchen, put her duffel on the dumbwaiter, and sent it upstairs. Then he poured them both a Knob Creek, and they sat down on the large kitchen sofa.
Carrie rested her hand lightly on Stone’s crotch. “You know what I like about you?”
“I think I’m getting an idea,” Stone said.
“Exactly. And it’s always ready to go.” She began kneading.
“How could it not be, under the circumstances?”
“Until I met you it had been a long time s
ince I had gotten anywhere near as much sex as I wanted.”
“I’m glad to be of service,” Stone said.
She unzipped his fly and put her hand inside. “Men don’t really understand how much sex women need,” she said.
“I’m beginning to get the picture,” Stone said.
She pulled him down on the sofa, took down his trousers, shucked off her slacks, and straddled him, taking him inside her. “How’s that?”
“Mmmmm,” Stone replied.
“Oh, I’m going to come,” she said.
“Don’t wait for me.”
She didn’t.
“You’re so easy,” Stone said. “Again.”
“Here I come.” And she did. “How about you?”
“I’ll save myself for later,” he said.
She lay down beside him on the sofa and put her head on his shoulder. “I know I can be a pain in the ass,” she said, “but I really appreciate the way you’ve been protecting me.”
“You’re paying for it,” Stone reminded her.
“Yes, but I never would have arranged it for myself. You’ve thought of everything.”
“I’ve tried to.”
She sat up, pulled her sweater over her head, and undid her bra, freeing her breasts. “I’m dining naked tonight,” she said, then started on his clothes.
“I hope you don’t mind if I wear an apron while I’m cooking,” Stone said. “Gotta watch out for those spatters.”
“You do that, sweetie. I’ll still get to look at your ass, which is very nice, by the way.”
“Same to you, kiddo.”
“Did you ever take dance?” she asked him.
“Ballroom, when I was twelve-my mother insisted.”
“You’ve got a dancer’s ass,” she said. “Muscular and tight.”
“Maybe I should start wearing leotards,” he suggested.