Laid
 
Author: Limonize
 
Email: spiral@spinfinder.com
 
Rating: NC-17
 
Summary: Final installment of the Laid series
 
WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL; SEXUALLY EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS/SITUATIONS;
DO NOT CONTINUE IF OFFENDED BY SUCH MATERIAL; MUST BE OVER 18*

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"So then I told him we could fly him to the middle of Myanmar on a
flying carpet, if he was prepared to pay a rogue pilot triple…" Venna
tittered.

"Hah! What did he say to that?" Nick asked, while per usual, leaning
a phone receiver against his ear with his shoulder and shuffling
through case notes at the same time. "Here," he rejoined, "we get
overstuffed teddy bears suing for lost airtime – whoops! – you didn't
hear that from ME!" Nick was feeling uncharacterically jovial and
conversational.

"You're kidding!" Venna chuckled and then became more serious. "What
are you up to, tonight, Nick? Doing anything special?"

"No. I have to hang around the office a bit – I'm covering a couple
of my father's clients while he's still in Japan. But after 6:30…"

"Say – " Venna was always prefacing her sentences with "say", Nick
noted with amusement. "Why don't we go eat out at Denny's after?"

"Denny's? Nick's face screwed up. "How about something a little more.."

"- little less greasy?"

"Yeah…like -"

"- I know just the place!"

After they left the takeout deli that Venna had directed him to, Nick
drove them back to his place. He stopped the car just short of his
house, engaged his parking brake, and turned to face her. He gazed at
her far longer than a polite glance would have dictated. The look in
his smoky eyes was unmistakeable, and made her shiver. He then poked
his middle finger gingerly into the soft cleavage atop her buttoned
blouse, not really knowing where his next impulse would take him.
While he paused, with his finger nesting in her warmth, she tucked her
chin in. She then reached down with her hand and guided his finger
gently into her mouth, and slowly began sucking the shaft of it,
running her tongue along its tender side. He withdrew it in surprise
and turned away from her. He opened his door hastily and quickly alit
from the car. Walking over to her side, and opening her door for her,
he helped her emerge easily with their packages of low-fat dinners
still intact.

She wondered if she had been too bold. Then she remembered this was
not the first time she had exposed him to her body fluids. Ah well.

"Er…I've got my keys here somewhere.." He fumbled clumsily, while
inserted his key into the door lock.

Nick was determined not to relive his previous mistakes. If anything
physically intimate was going to happen, he was going to make sure it
happened to both of them - or neither of them. Once in the kitchen,
he set a table for them, and behaved as if their intimate exchange in
the car had never occurred.

As Nick unpackaged and unwrapped their food, they launched into
animated gossip about their eccentric neighbours. Nick told Venna
about an elderly woman who lived next door in the grey and white
house. He described how she would have a multitude of packages
arriving at her door around the clock, via courier. Always pale and
angry-looking, she would answer the door in curlers and a housecoat at
anytime of day or night, puffing on a wine-tipped cigar, and sign off
on them on the courier's sheet, chastising them with: "This better
all be there!"

"No one knows what the deliveries are" explained Nick, " -- but there
are scads of them in a month!"

"Maybe she's a drug dealer" speculated Venna.

"Don't think so…sometimes she gets them delivered from reefer trucks"
chuckled Nick, trying not to talk with his mouth full, but feeling
very hungry. M-m-ph - seems more food-related or something." He had
almost cleaned his plate. "Say! – you want a gin & tonic?" Nick asked
her, deliberately mimicking her "say!".

"Cool! she bubbled. "You having some too?" Nick briefly considered
it, and opted for his regular "half glass of straight rum" instead.

As they relocated to his living room, Venna caught site of a video on
Nick's coffee table and picked it up. "Which one?" she asked in
curiosity, attempting to find a label.

"It's..here - I've got something better." He went over to a cabinet
and extracted a video copy of "Star Chamber". It was an older movie
about a group of renegade judges that Nick had found to be unsilly in
its portrayal of legal issues, unlike many stories which he felt were
terribly unrealistic or ovesensationalized.

"I don't know if you like anything to do with legal stuff," explained
Nick, "but I thought it wasn't bad - for a TV thing."

"Let's go for it!" replied Venna enthusiastically. To her, this was a
definite notch up from jazz, more comfortable, and possibly
educational. She waited until Nick had sat down, and then seated
herself on his carpet with her back to the couch and up against his
right leg. He motioned for her to seat herself between his legs. She
moved herself happily into this cosier arrangement.

Settling in as the movie started, he began to relax and play idly with
Venna's fragrant hair. Taking in a deep breath, Venna too began to
relax, basking in Nick's body heat. She smelled his essence and liked
it. They drinks turned warm and remained untouched, while they both
watched the screen intently.

"Michael Douglas looks awfully young to be a judge, don't you think?
Venna commented after a few minutes.

Nick's only response was to bend forward and cup her breasts in his
hands. Venna felt her heart begin to hammer.

He whispered to her softly: "I could be a judge. You've just got
to.." he began stroking the side of her breast gently and could feel
her vibrate in response to his caressing. "You've just got to…" he
whispered close to her ear, continuing his stroking. He shifted his
head to the other side of her, and moved his lips close to her other
ear, teasingly and spoke softly again. "You've just got to.. lose
some of that clothing…" he whispered huskily. He nipped along the
edges of her ear slowly until the side of her face was red and on
seeing this, scissored his teeth gently over her ear lobe, until it
was almost unbearable for her. But she continued to resist him a bit.

"Judge of what?" asked Venna weakly, gradually surrending to his
seductions, and quickly losing her ability to think clearly at all.

"Judge of all.." he continued to stroked her gently down the front of
her belly with edge of his hand"..good things". He lowered his face
toward her slightly parted lips, moisty nuzzling her cheek and then
diving his tongue toward her teeth. As he continued to insinuate his
tongue between her teeth, she yielded to him, remaining motionless.
She had been hypnotized by the descent of his face towards hers, and
now the sensation of his active, explorative tonguing mesmerized her
as well. His nimble fingers continued to play under her blouse. She
shivered repeatedly. The aroma of him was everywhere, and
intoxicating to her. He eventually moved one of his hands down to her
inner thigh. He ran his fingers lightly along its inside, sashaying
his fingertips back and forth across her sensitive skin. Venna was
sure her every small skin hair was standing to attention, as his
fingers continued to trail lazily down the inside of her leg. She
began to squeeze the tops of his legs, and rake them gently with her
fingernails, but his pace was maddeningly controlled. He was not
persuaded by her persistent and growing pressure, to increase his
tempo one iota.

He began to unbutton her blouse slowly, and licked and sucked along
the muscles of her neck as he did so. She drew his hand across her
now exposed breast. He found its softness exquisite and could not
resist rotating in his hand. But she interrupted him and lifted his
fingers to her pursed lips, first kissing them lightly, and then she
sucked them all into her mouth all at once.

She slipped and danced her tongue all along and between his fingers,
electrifying him in places not known to be reached by such a gesture.
The storm of sensation she created and recreated in him, distracted
him from settling on his next move...he drew her up with his other
arm, and twisted her onto her back into a lying position on the sofa,
never withdrawing his fingers from her mouth, nor releasing his hold
on her backside. While he continued to position himself for comfort,
his overpowering urge to sink himself into her, contorted his face
into a wolf-like hardness that both excited and almost frightened
Venna. Nick instinctively thrust his left hand in pocket, groping for
a familiar feel of plastic. But he found none. Venna felt his
wriggling as he probed the depths of his pocket. She plunged her own
hand inside, bumping his warm hand, and felt a plastic serrated edge
scrape against her fingers. She pinched the edge of it and withdrew
the packet slowly. Tearing it open between her teeth, she reached up
and passed to him with her lips. Seeing her offer it to him in this
way, he grabbed it with his own teeth, and picked it from his mouth
with his hand. Venna spoke enticingly:

"Put your hardness in my mouth. Leave that for later."

"But.." Nick protested, feeling hesitant.

She skillfully slid way down under him, underscoring her intent.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he felt Venna undo his
zipper and move his member toward her face -- he felet he had not even
had an opportunity to decide.

As she began to lash his erect and tantalizing flesh with her tongue,
his ambivalence about the change in his plans evaporated. After a
rather intense few minutes, he seemed to arrive at a plateau, where he
felt like a weightless astronaut, free falling in space. He twisted
and positioned his entire body, until he faced her feet, his penis
never free of being embraced by her magic tongue. He held onto her
feet tightly, almost as if he might float away if he did not steady
himself. Her dark allure was under him and his throat pounded hard
with desire. Eventually releasing her feet, he wrapped his arms about
her legs, and allowed his face to float down into her warm darkness.
He proceeded to torment her with the tip of his tongue, probing her
dammpness with the tiniest of "lovelicks, encouraged by Venna's
muffled but constant whimpers of approval. In trying to take his
earlier cue from Nick, Venna tried not react to her own excitement by
hastening her ministrations on him.

But Nick had not yet resorted to flicking his tongue around her
clitoris, to get her full attention. And he was not satisfied with her
mere gasps of pleasure, as she continued to suckle on his pole with
torturous slowness.

~ ~ ~

The tape had cycled to the two-thirds point, when Nick began to pull
his trousers back on. He allowed himself to look at her outstretched
body on the couch, without so much as petal of cloth on her. Her
scars seemed to him now, to make her look vulnerable to him, instead
of glaring and garish as they first had. He wished he could have
protected her from them. How frightening it must have been for her,
and yet, she was such a cheerful person, seemingly untouched by the
things that had blackened some of her past.

And she wanted to please him physically -- she certainly knew how.
Each of them had discovered how much the other enjoyed oral sex – at
least, if one were to judge by the multiple orgasms they had elicited
from each other.

He stroked her hair away from her face. "Venna?"

She smiled at him, obviously feeling good. "Ya?'

"You want me to kill this movie, and we'll go upstairs?"

It was Venna's turn to tease.

"Heck no! I might miss watching a good sex scene by Michael Douglas!"

Nick threw a pillow at her face, grabbed her feet and starting
tickling her soles.

She started shrieking, "No! No! I can't stand tickling..oh no!
Mercy! Nick! Please!? You sadist! Nick!!! No!..I'll get you for
this…oh no-o-o-o-o!!"

There was a knock at the door. Nick raised himself up cautiously and
went to answer it.

"Package for Mrs. Swanson."

"Uh no, you've got the wrong address" replied Nick, already beginning
to close the door. "She lives next door." The delivery man pleaded
with him.

"I been there. Nobody there. Tried delivering this 3 times! Would
you sign for it?"

"What is it?" Nick asked.

"You gonna sign for it?'

Nick nodded.

"It's a manuscript"

"What?' said Nick in disbelief.

"Yeah – she sends out a bunch of manuscripts to get published and
publishers keep sending them back!"

"That can't be right. I've seen reefer trucks..?

"She gets really mad at some of them, and sometimes sends them frozen
steaks with a note that says:"When you gonna publish my stuff, you
f---- meatheads? - and out of courtesy, they send them back"

Nick stared at him incredulously, not knowing whether he was listening
to a "shaggy dog" story or not. Just then however, Mrs. Swanson's car
pulled up. She walked up her pathway to her front door, muttering to
herself, as Nick and the delivery man watched her closely.

"Those goddamn meatheads!" she swore aloud, looking at both Nick and
the delivery man. "One of these days…". They burst out laughing on
hearing this. Although keeping out of view, Venna had heard the whole
thing, and began laughing along with them.

~ ~ ~

Smiling, Nick retreated back to his lair and grabbed Venna's ankles.

"Where were we?" he asked wickedly. On watching his determined face,
Venna began to shriek even more loudly than before.

"Quiet." said Nick "Or I'll show you NO mercy at ALL..." He grabbed
her hair firmly, preventing her head from moving, and bent down and
licked her cleavage lightly. "That's what I really wanted to do to
you in the car!" confessed Nick.

Venna reached down and lifted his up his testicles gingerly. She then
squeezed them ever so gently. Nick stopped breathing. "That's what I
would have done, if you had done that" replied Venna mischievously.

"Let's go for a drive ..." suggested Nick, sensing that their energies
were not yet spent.

"And do what?" asked Venna.

"Park" answered Nick.

~ ~ ~