One Date, One Man, Never Twice: My Rule After the Divorce novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Counter

A CMU grad student fucks her standing on her own kitchen counter, and she discovers she likes giving orders.

He stood in my kitchen holding the glass of water I'd asked him to hold.

I took it out of his hand and set it on the butcher block.

"You're sure about the lights?" he said. "It's very bright in here."

"Leave them on."

He looked up at the fluorescent tube over the sink, which buzzed, and then at me.

"Okay," he said. "It's your kitchen."

He was twenty-two, a graduate student at Carnegie Mellon.

He had spent most of dinner explaining how a drone knows not to hit a tree.

He was Chinese-American, from Squirrel Hill, with a haircut his mother had clearly approved and a gray sweater with a hole at the cuff.

He had also asked me four questions about myself before the check came, and listened to every answer.

I had liked him for that, and for blushing when I took his hand across the table.

"I'm going to tell you what I want," I said now.

He swallowed. "Please do."

"First, you're going to take my hair down."

I had pinned it up again that afternoon, a heavy bun at the back of my neck.

He reached for it with both hands, fast, in case I changed my mind.

The pins went into his palm one at a time.

My hair fell over my shoulders, and he made a small, startled sound.

"Wow," he said.

"Next, the blouse."

His fingers shook on the buttons.

I pushed the open blouse off and let it fall behind me.

I stood in my own kitchen in my bra with the tube light buzzing.

I put both hands on the counter edge behind me and hoisted myself up.

The wood was cool through my skirt.

"Stand there," I said, and pointed at the floor between my knees.

He stood there.

"Now take it off me."

"The skirt?" he said.

"All of it."

He pulled the skirt down my legs, and my underwear after it, and put them on the chair.

I opened my knees.

His gaze went where I had pointed it and stayed.

"You're beautiful," he said. It came out hoarse. "I'm not being polite. I mean, you are."

"Thank you. Get on your knees."

He dropped onto the linoleum so fast that I heard his kneecaps hit.

I laughed and he laughed, and then I put my fingers in his hair and drew his face to me.

"Slower than that," I said.

He slowed.

His tongue was careful and wet, and he went where I put my hand and nowhere else.

"Up," I said. "A little. There."

"Here?"

"Don't talk. Do that."

He did that.

I leaned back on my palms against the cabinets.

The buzzing light shone on my thighs, my belly.

His dark head moving between my legs.

I thought about nothing, and it was wonderful.

For twelve years a man had decided what happened in my life, and for the last two he had decided that nothing did.

I tipped my head back and said, "Two fingers. Inside. Curl them."

He slid them in and curled them.

My heels dug into his back.

"Harder on my clit," I said. "No, softer. Yes. Like that. Don't change anything."

He kept it up, patient and exact, a boy who had been told to hold a line and wanted an A.

I came with a low sound I'd never made before, my hand knotted in his hair and my thighs shaking around his ears.

He kept going until I tugged on him.

"Stand up," I said, when I could.

He stood.

His mouth and chin were slick, and the front of his pants stood out hard.

"Pants."

He undid them and shoved them down with his briefs.

His cock sprang out, long and pale and not as thick as Nick's.

I noticed that I noticed, and I put it out of my head.

I wrapped my fingers around him.

He groaned and braced both hands on the counter on either side of me.

"Don't come yet," I said. "I'll tell you when."

"I'm trying."

"Try harder."

I stroked him twice, slow, and watched his stomach clench.

Then I hooked my legs around his hips.

I took his face in my hands.

"Put it in me," I said. "Slowly."

He pushed in, one careful inch at a time, with his eyes on my face.

I felt the stretch and let my head fall back against the cabinet door.

"More," I said. "All of it."

He gave me all of it.

He was breathing hard, and he held there and waited, and I felt my body clamp around him.

"Now lift me."

He slid his forearms under my thighs and pulled me off the counter.

I locked my ankles behind him.

He staggered half a step, and found his balance, and held me up against his chest with my back to the cabinet.

I am not a small woman, and he held me up without a grunt.

"Oh my God," I said into his neck. "Oh, that's good."

"Tell me what to do."

"Slower. Slower than that."

He slowed to a long, deep stroke, and every time he came all the way up into me my breath left in a rush.

"There," I said. "Right there, and stay on it."

"This?"

"Tilt your hips. Yes. Don't stop."

He tilted.

His cock dragged along the front of me in the exact place where his fingers had been.

My back thumped the cabinet in time, and the pots hanging over the stove rang softly.

I clutched at his shoulders, and I told him what I wanted in a voice I hadn't known I owned.

"Harder now. Fuck me. Use your whole body."

He did.

He drove into me with his teeth clenched and his glasses sliding down his nose.

The sound of it filled the bright kitchen, wet and slapping.

I laughed once, from sheer pleasure.

"Look at me," he said, desperate. "I can't hold on, please."

"Not yet," I said. "Tell me how it feels."

"Like you're squeezing me," he gasped. "Like you're deciding."

"I am deciding. Keep going."

He kept going, with sweat in his hair and his mouth open against my cheek.

I pulled his head down and bit his lower lip.

He groaned, and I felt that groan in my stomach.

"Now turn me around," I said.

He set me on my feet, shaking.

I turned and bent over the butcher block with my palms flat and my hair spilled across the wood.

I looked back at him over my shoulder.

"Now," I said.

He came in from behind in one long thrust, and a cry went out of me that rattled the window.

He gripped my hips and began to move.

It was a different angle and a different weight, and it hit a place deeper and further up.

My knees went soft.

"Reach around," I said. "Touch me."

His hand slid down my belly and between my legs and found me.

He rubbed in small tight circles, and I felt it gathering again, hot and fast.

"Don't stop," I said. "Don't you dare stop. I'm so close."

"Dee," he said. "Please."

"Come on, then. Now. Come."

He drove in hard, and he cried out, startled.

His hand pressed hard on my clit, and I went over with him.

My whole body locked and pulsed and let go.

I made a sound I would have been embarrassed to hear from anyone else.

He lay along my back, panting, his sweater damp against my skin.

For a moment neither of us moved.

Then he laughed, helpless, into my shoulder.

"I think I saw God," he said. "He's in your kitchen, and He's humming."

"That's the tube light."

"It's a very good tube light."

I turned my head and laughed, and he kissed my cheek, and for one second I felt completely light.

He pulled out gently, and found a paper towel, and handed me my blouse.

I dressed at the sink with my back to him.

Afterward he stood by the door in his gray sweater, with his glasses crooked, and held my gaze.

"Can I see you again?" he said.

"Rule is, I don't see anyone twice."

He stared at me.

Then he laughed, a real one, so surprised that he had to put a hand on the door frame.

"That is the rudest thing a woman has ever said to me," he said. "And I want a second one."

I walked him out.

The Saturday night street was cold and quiet.

He went down the steps with his hands in his sleeves and didn't look back.

I washed the one glass and turned off the tube light.

Sunday morning I opened the note in my phone titled TALLY, over coffee and the first cold light.

I typed: CMU: pushed me up on the counter like I weighed nothing. Wanted the lights on.

I looked at it, and it was a good line, and I locked the screen.

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