INFECTION 2.0

~ FIVE ~

She began kissing the man as the door closed behind them and they sort of waltzed into the room. He broke the kiss then and looked down at his feet. “I’ve never...umm...just, I never.” Her voice was lower than a whisper and filled with shyness.

Carly giggled as she placed her hands on either side of his face and lifted until their eyes met. Her smile was large and warm, “I told you I would take care of you tonight.”

Her fingertips slid gently down his neck until they touched the first button on his shirt. Frank stood a bit rigid and tense as he watched her. With no effort, she popped the button loose and moved to the next one then the next until she had all of them undone. She put her hands against his stomach and pushed them up to his body. He was no bodybuilder, but she could feel the definition of abs under the cloth, and of pecks that all those push-ups had been developing on him. As her hand spread apart, heading toward his shoulders, she stepped close and kissed his lips softly. Her hands pulling the shirt back and sliding it down his arms.

She stepped away then and carefully folded the shirt before placing it next to the TV. When she came back she stepped up behind him. She kissed the back of his neck while her hands went under his arms. She slid them under his tee-shirt. His stomach and chest only had a small amount of hair on them, she noticed, as she let her fingertips caress. She gathered the cloth and pulled the shirt up his body. For a moment she thought he wasn’t going to lift his arms. He was still tense and had not made a noise yet. He did lift his arms and Carly smiled to herself, knowing that soon enough she’d hear him making sounds, as well. The tee was casually tossed aside. She kissed along the back of his shoulders as her hands travel down the front of his body. She reached his belt and freed the buckle with the ease of a person that was familiar with them. Her left hand dropped over the front of his slacks to find that his rigidness included everything. For a moment she let her fingers trace before bringing them back to the button. Soon she had that and the zipper is undone. This time she let her hand gently slide under his briefs. Her fingers carefully wrapping around his shaft, and this time she heard him gasp softly. She grinned against his back, tightened her grip, and began to slowly push and pull on him. He moaned something unintelligible, maybe something that had no meaning at all, and finally moved. He let his hands reach back until they were on either side of her hips. He grabbed her and pulled her against him. Carly propped herself up on her toes and put her lips close to his ear. “I’m going to freshen up a bit. You go ahead and get out of the rest of these clothes for me, baby” She let go of him and stepped to the door, pausing to take a look at his bare chest and somewhat bewildered look. With a smile, she closed the door behind her. The freshening up thing was an excuse more than anything. She really did not want to mess with taking off the man’s boots and socks. Even with the best of people, after several hours of dancing, feet in boots like that were going to sweat. Carly liked thinking of herself as an open-minded and reasonable person, but feet were not something she found sexy in any form.