Brenda's Secret

[w...@why.not]

BRENDA'S SECRET
by D.J. Warner

Joey and Brenda stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall together to
his off-campus apartment. Finally, after dating the small but well-formed
lady the entire semester, she agreed to a nightcap, and he was happy that he
didn't have to keep playing a game by her rules. He remained faithful in his
pursuit, however, if only because he saw something in her he had never seen in
any other woman he dated. Perhaps his interest was piqued by the thrill of
the chase, since most of the women he ever knew showed no interest at all or
were too easy for him.

"Who recommended that movie, anyway?" asked Joey, contemplating on the big
screen disaster that made him the clown prince of the theater the entire
evening.

"I have no idea," laughed Brenda. "I still can't believe you said those
things in the theater."

"Hey, if I'm gonna shell out ten dollars for a lady, she WILL be entertained."

"Well, thank you, I was very entertained."

Brenda kissed Joey lightly on the cheek as he slid the key into the lock and
opened the door for his date. "Ladies first," he said, bowing in a familiar,
chivalric manner.

"Why, thank you," answered Brenda, elegantly stepping into the living room in
mock fashion. Joey's apartment was rather barren of decor, but it was
affordable and, as he so often put it, "a better box to live in than that
cardboard one in the alley."

"What's your poison," he whispered in her ear as she looked somewhat
approvingly at her surroundings.

"Mariah Carey and a Long Island Iced Tea."

Joey took his date's coat, hung in up the closet, then stepped lightly to the
CD player and turned it on. He disappeared in the corner kitchenette as
Brenda slipped out of her shoes and laid back on the love seat in the opposite
corner of the room.

"So what kind of name do you hope to make for yourself in the future?" asked
Brenda.

"I kinda liked the one had right now," he quipped.

"No, no," she responded, trying to hide a brief snicker, "I mean, what do you
want to be when you get out of here?"

Joey emerged from the kitchenette with two glasses and walked over to the love
seat. "Just somebody who can do a good job at whatever he does," he answered,
"and somebody who can enjoy it at the same time, I guess. What about you?"

"Oh, I don't know," she sighed with an enticing look in her eyes.

"You're keeping something from me," responded Joey.

"What?" she exclaimed, "What could I possibly keep from the great Joe
Bilotti?"

"I don't know," he answered, "but I'd like to find out. There's something you
haven't been telling me for a while now, and one way or the other, I'm going
to draw it out of you."

Brenda smiled slyly and looked away. "Well, maybe I don't want you to know
about it."

Joey finally got his cue. Rising from the love seat, he put down his glass,
closed the blinds, and reached for something from behind his stereo.

"Put this on," said Joey, handing his date a blindfold.

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

"Well...okay, but be gentle."

Brenda slid the blindfold over her eyes and waited. Joey turned all the
lights off in the apartment and felt his way toward the center of the room. He
then began to talk in a lower, smoother voice.

"Now I want you to know," began Joey, "that all the lights have been turned
off, so I can't see anything in the room. Now tell me what you see."

"Lots of blackness," answered Brenda. "why do I even need this blind-fold if
you turned the lights out?"

"Just in case," he responded, "play along with me and you'll find out.

I have a feeling you're going to like this."

As he lurked softly around the room looking for a place to sit, Joey turned
the music down until it was barely audible. He then put his hands forward
toward the other side of the room to feel for a chair, making sure not to make
a single distracting sound -- he wanted to make sure nothing distracted the
bond he was trying to form between himself and his date.

"I want you to concentrate solely on my voice," Joey continued in his smooth
tone, with which he had never really spoken to Brenda before, "don't let
anything else distract you. I'd like for you to tell me about the greatest
romantic or sexual fantasy you've ever had."

"Well," she began, "I'm with this guy on a beach, and we do a lot of things
together, and...well, you get the idea."

"Elaborate on it," Joey responded, trying to get a deeper glimpse into her
soul through the darkness. "Tell me everything about this fantasy that you
can think of."

Brenda paused for a moment in thought, sighed, and began: "A gentleman and I
are sharing a private condo by the beach. Most of the day we walk along the
beach, holding hands -- we don't say much, but we don't need to -- and
sometimes we go skinny dipping in the sunset. Nobody can see us, but nobody
is really around anywhere. At night, we cruise around inland, maybe enjoy a
nice, candlelight dinner, drink a little wine, return to the condo, look out
at the stars, look at each other, and...and..."

"Go on," urged Joey subtlely.

"Flail away graciously, I suppose," finished Brenda.

Joey smiled, remembered his purpose and continued in his low, mellow tone.
"Now I'd like for you to just imagine yourself right there in the situation
you've just described -- the long walks by the beach, the glow of the sunset
on the water and on yourself, the candlelight dinner, the view of the stars,
everything. Just think for a moment that you're right there in that entire
scenario."

There was a short silence in the room when Brenda took a deep breath and said,
"Okay."

"Now I'd like for you to picture the perfect man with whom you would share
this adventure. Don't tell me who he is or anything about him, but picture
him in your mind sharing all of these moments with you." Again, another short
silence, and another approval to continue.

"Okay, the two of you have just returned from the candlelight dinner.

You're both sharing the view of the stars on a cloudless evening. You decide,
however, that since everything has been perfect to this point, there is no
need to wait any longer. He watches you as you walk over to a nearby couch
and sit down slowly. He's not quite sure what you're doing, so you want to
make him realize that you're ready for love right here, right now. You figure
out that the best way to do this is to begin undressing in front of him. Now,
what piece of clothing would you take off first?"

"I'd take off my sweater," she answered.

"Then take it off."

Joey watched intently through the blue mask of the darkness as Brenda lifted
the sweater above her head, revealing only a brassiere underneath.

"Okay," continued Joey, "what piece of clothing would you take off next to
attract his attention?"

"I'd take my pants off," she replied.

"Then take them off."

Brenda slowly unbuttoned her fly and slid the jeans off her legs while she was
sitting, setting them next to the sweater on the arm of the love seat.

At this point, Joey figured he was starting to gain some control over her.

"Good," answered Joey, "you're starting to get his attention. He's watching
you much more intently now, but he isn't coming any closer. You'd like for
him to approach you. What would you take off next to attract him?"

"I'd take off my underwear," she responded.

"Then take them off."

She reached behind her back to unstrap her bra and removed it, then her
panties. She sat completely naked in the darkness with no protest emerging
from her. Joey sat back in his chair, straining for a glimpse of her well-
endowed figure.

"You're now sitting completely naked on the couch," continued Joey, "and you
have your man's undivided attention. He begins to walk toward you, admiring
your body, wishing to hold it, caress it." As he spoke, he approached Brenda
physically until he stood directly in front of her.

"Your man is now standing in front of you, but he isn't making a move. He's
simply admiring you. One look in his eyes, however, and you can tell he wants
you to undress him the same way you undressed yourself. With what piece of
clothing would you begin?"

"His glasses," answered Brenda, which surprised Joey at first, since he, too,
wore glasses. At Joey's request, she stood up and removed the glasses from
his face, setting them on an end table.

"What would you remove next?" asked Joey.

"His shirt," she returned.

"Then take it off."

Reaching for the top button, Brenda unfastened each button in a slow, sultry
fashion and removed his shirt with a soft rub across his arms at the same
time. Joey slowly lifted his hands to touch her, but backed off, trying to
stay in control of the situation.

"Your lover is now trying to keep himself from jumping on you right now,"
continued Joey. "He wants to touch you, but he won't let himself. He wants
you to continue to undress him. What would you remove next?"

"His pants," she answered.

"Then take them off."

Brenda removed Joey's belt, unfastened his fly and slid her thumbs down the
sides of his waist, lowering her body as he lowered his pants. Joey lifted
his feet to help her and noticed she removed his socks at the same time.

"You have your lover right where you want him," Joey continued, knowing the
reverse was true in this situation. "What is there left to remove?"

"His underwear," Brenda answered breathlessly.

"Then take them off."

Brenda grabbed the band of his shorts between her fingers and removed them
slowly, allowing Joey's full erection to free itself from what ever
imprisonments it may have had before. Brenda moved closer to him, allowing
her chest to touch his only slightly.

"Now both of you are completely naked and unashamed," said Joey, trying to
keep his smooth, steady voice in the heat of the moment. "Are you ready to
make love?"

"Ohhh, yes," Brenda moaned.

"Then take off your blindfold."

Brenda swept the blinder off of her face and let it fall to the floor.

Joey had used this trick before on several women, some of whom realized what
they were doing early on, some of whom didn't notice until they had undressed
both themselves and Joey. He had a feeling the trick might work, but he was
completely unprepared for what came next.

Brenda saw the blue outline in the darkness, wrapped her arms around it and
kissed it perfectly on the lips. Unfamiliar with this reaction, Joey slowly
returned the favor, smoothing his hands over her back, her hips and her
thighs. Then he smoothed his lips around her ear to her neck, lowering his
entire body until his mouth reached her breasts. His tongue circled her
nipples as she ran his fingered through his hair and moaned over the light
piano and vocals in the background.

Finally, they both collapsed onto the floor in a heap of passion. Joey
continued to taste her soft, supple skin and hardening nipples. Then he
continued to journey down her body until he planted his head between her legs.

As he slowly caressed her inner thighs with his tongue, she threw her arms
behind her and began moving her hips in a circular motion. He then proceeded
to lick her other lips and enter her with his tongue, searching for her
clitoris. Her moans grew louder, letting him know he hit paydirt as he glided
along the clit in numerous ways.

Then, with a sudden burst of inspiration, Joey attempted to reach further
between her legs and place his lips completely around her clit. Her body
jerked as if an electrical current were running through it, her cries reached
near soprano level. At last, when she could barely tolerate the slickness of
his tongue without going crazy, she came, letting Joey drink her sweet fluid
as his reward.

Brenda tried her best to calm her aching body after her orgasm, but she
immediately gave up the attempt and cried, "I can't wait! Do me now! Do me
now!" Joey slithered up her body as she pained for him to give of himself
completely. As he kissed her, giving her a taste of his work, he slowly
entered her with his penis, gyrating his hips in a clockwork manner. She
helped him feed the rhythm of his motion, moving her pelvis oppositely from
his. He fell upon her completely, increasing her sensitivity to his motion
and her movement underneath him. As a result, the rhythm grew faster, their
cries louder.

Suddenly, he jerked his legs up toward her and squeezed her thighs closer
together. He raised his torso from hers and began to thrust himself furiously
on top of her. She grunted in ecstacy with each push against her hips as they
became more frequent and more violent. Finally, with the power of a
stampeding bull, Joey threw himself into her, shoving her back several inches
across the carpet. Both screamed in passion and came together, collapsing on
the floor, completely drained from their brief physical workout.

Joey slid his arms underneath her back and drew as close as two people could
possibly get to each other, kissing her several times on the nape of her neck.
Her body went limp underneath his, lingering in the love they had just made.

Her screams had turned into soft, breathless moans.

"I love you, Joe Bilotti," she whispered, "and I'll never forget this night
for the rest of my life."

At last, Joey had uncovered Brenda's secret, and at that moment, nothing could
have made him happier.