By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2005 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

“What are you up to tonight?” Claire asked, closing her cell phone and tossing it onto the couch.

“What’s it to you?” her sister, Maddy asked.

“George and I are supposed to go to the ballet tonight, but something’s come up. Would you cover for me?”
“Why can’t you go?”

“It’s a work thing. Paul needs me to take some clients to dinner. They’re just in town for the night and I have to meet them at Splendidos at 7:30. I just have time to dress. Would you call George for me?”
“Sure I’ll take care of George.”

“Fine,” Claire said, and humming tunelessly, headed for the bathroom.
Maddy sat down on the couch.

“A ‘thank you’ wouldn’t hurt,” Maddy yelled after Claire, “and you really should have called George yourself.”
Claire didn’t answer. Maddy’s huge breasts heaved with frustration and her usually pleasant face scowled. Claire, two years her senior, had a classically beautiful face and the lithe body of the dancer she wanted to be, but was too lazy to become. She’d settled for doing PR for an entertainment company and being close to performers. She used her assets to manipulate situations and people, getting what she wanted and moving on as quickly as possible. Maddy had been on the losing end of Claire’s questionable negotiations all her life and she was sick of them. Claire was the most self-centered, selfish woman Maddy had ever known and the men in her life were not spared. She had been juggling her relationships with Paul, her boss, and George, her boyfriend, for more than five years. She told anyone who would listen that she and Paul were no longer lovers, that they were just friends. But Paul didn’t know that. They were friends who appeared often as a couple. They were friends who did and bought things for each other. They were friends who too often made a fool of George. And Maddy liked George … a lot! He was a computer genius who applied all his talents to preparing less advantaged children for a successful career and life. He was intelligent and sensitive and treated Claire with the love and respect she didn’t deserve; and he deserved so much more than he got. The sound of Claire in the shower singing a high-pitched and off key version of ‘I Feel Pretty’ erased any vestige of loyalty she might have felt for her sister. Maddy picked up the phone and dialed.

Hi George, it’s Maddy … Look, Claire can’t make it tonight. She asked if I wanted to go with you, but I’m not that crazy about Swan Lake …That’s what I thought. How about dinner? My treat…Great! I’ll pick you up about 7:30…My pleasure. See you then.

Maddy grabbed her laptop and GOOGLED Splendidos. Within five minutes, she had a reservation for two for 7:45 PM.

Maddy glanced into Claire’s room as she headed for the bathroom and smiled at the sexy, little black number hanging on her door. Maddy knew her sister and that outfit wasn’t part of her client wardrobe. That dress was male bait and one of Paul’s favorites. Maddy went into the bathroom and showered quickly.
“Good luck with your clients,” she tossed over her shoulder before going into her room and shutting the door.

Maddy looked at herself in the mirror. It was hard to believe that she and Claire were sisters. Claire was long and slender; she was of average height with overly large breasts and voluptuous hips. Claire’s blonde hair was straight and cut stylishly short; hers was a wild, thick mass of cascading curls. Claire’s personality was cool and calculating. Maddy was impulsive and passionate about everything and everyone she cared about. And tonight she felt a heightened sense of abandonment, like she was breaking free of something and hurling toward something else. She dressed in a low-cut purple dress that accentuated her humungous breasts, the breasts that Claire hated and thought should be reduced. She wore her highest heels to show off her shapely legs, the ones that encouraged her to strut. She rarely wore make-up, but tonight she stopped just short of vulgar ostentation. She smiled a wicked smile as she heard the door slam. Claire was on her way. And in seconds, Maddy was, too.

She called George on her cell and, as she drove up, she saw him waiting, despite the cold, in front of his apartment. He’d never seen Maddy in anything but jeans or jogging clothes and tonight she’d unbuttoned her coat just enough to tease. She turned toward George as he climbed into the car. She knew how much he loved her tits. She’d enjoyed his guilty glances so often when he was at the apartment with Claire. She hugged herself, increasing her line of cleavage, pushing her breasts into overflow, and the expression on George’s face was more than she’d hoped for. His mouth gaped open and his eyes sparkled with the intense greed of an addict faced with a mountain of his drug of choice.

“You look nice,” he said, excitement urging the words out of his mouth in a breathless flurry.
“Thanks, George. You look lovely, too,” Maddy said, enjoying his vulnerability, as he tried to arrange his thoughts and feelings and tall body in the seat.

“I’m really looking forward to tonight, George. There’s so much I want to share with you,” Maddy said, smiling that smile that women send to men , the one that expresses more than a casual interest. “Poor Claire is off with clients. Well, I sure win on this one.”

“Oh?” George said.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Maddy said, casually patting his knee.

Maddy parked in the restaurant lot and George took her arm as they headed toward the door. Maddy felt protected. Maddy felt protective. She felt like she was guiding him out of a maze in which he’d become entangled without his knowing. It would be the best thing for him in the long run. She would see to it.
The restaurant greeted them with the welcome ambience of soft lights and music, clinking glasses, laughter and intimate chatter.

“First time I’ve been here,” George said. “Nice.”
“Marshall,” Maddy said to the Maitre‘d.

They were taken to a table for two. Maddy sat across from George and the first people she saw as she glanced up, were Claire and Paul leaning across their table, their foreheads nearly touching. There were no clients and there was no room for clients in their intimate alcove for two.

“Anything to drink?” asked the waiter, offering them menus.
“What would you like, George?”
“A red wine would be fine.”
“Two,” Maddy said. “The house Merlot would be fine.”

Over drinks, George and Maddy chatted about his disenfranchised students and her work with adult literacy. Maddy loved George’s voice. It was rumbling deep and richly toned. Maddy was about to introduce Claire into the conversation when she noticed Paul refilling two glasses and then reaching for Claire across the table. Maddy watched as hands touched and then sensuously and lazily intertwined. And in that movement Maddy knew that Claire had two men, all of two men, and neither knew of the other’s place in her life.
“Can I take your order or would you like some more time?” their waiter asked, appearing out of nowhere.
“George, do you like pizza?” (Splendidos was known for their pizza.)

“I love pizza,” he said.
“We’ll have a deluxe large to go,” Maddy said, “a large salad, dressing on the side, and two orders of your rum cake.”

“To go, you say?” the waiter asked, seeking confirmation.

“Yes,” Maddy said, gesturing to their near empty wine glasses.
She looked at George who just seemed confused. She took a deep breath and reached for his hand. He haltingly offered his own which she clasped in both her own.

“I really like you George and I’ve been watching something that I don’t like for a very long time. What do you think of your relationship with Claire? How’s it going?”

“I don’t know,” George said earnestly, “and I think that’s a problem. I remember a time a few years ago when I thought we were headed for marriage, but things seem to have slipped off-course. The subject no longer comes up. Things are not as . . .,” his voice drifted off in a trail of sadness.
“Intimate? Intense?”

George nodded. “We used to have a healthy sex life. We’d talk for hours. And just be excited to be together, you know. We don’t seem to have those things anymore and when I try to talk about it, she tells me that I’m imagining things. Well, I’m not imagining that we don’t make love for weeks on end!” His voice had risen sharply.

The waiter brought two more glasses of wine. Maddy raised hers for a toast. “To change; to the recovery of all we’ve lost or missed and to love, passion and happiness.” Maddy and George clinked glasses.

“Claire’s here with Paul in an alcove across from me,” Maddy said, “and there are no clients.”
Without saying a word, they both stood and exchanged seats. George looked and sipped his drink. His face had covered itself with a veneer of protective, steely grace. Maddy sat quietly. At some point the waiter came to tell them that their food was ready and Maddy paid, tipping him largely for his sensitivity and unobtrusive manner.

“Are you ready to go?” Maddy asked.

“I am,” George said, standing slowly. “Let’s go and say, ‘hello’,” he said.

“Maddy, George, how nice to see you,” Paul said, jumping up to hug Maddy and to pump George’s hand. “Have you just come in? Would you care to join us?”

“No, no. We just came to pick up a pizza,” George said. “Have a great evening.”

Claire sat looking like a snow queen lost in the snow. She couldn’t extricate herself from the events surrounding her and she had no control. Claire was nothing without control. She looked at all the smiling faces and smiled, too, a smile that was sick and lopsided and very unattractive.
Maddy and George picked up their food and escaped. Just outside the doors, Maddy turned and took George in her arms. He was trembling.

“Please, don’t hate me,” she said, gazing up at him.
George pulled her close. Maddy felt her breasts mashing into his chest and a heart throbbing warmth spread all through her. She hadn’t felt that tingling in her nipples for quite a while. They snuggled closer and trembled together.

“My place?” George asked, holding open Maddy’s car door.
“Sure,” she answered.

There wasn’t a word spoken en route to George’s and Maddy drove slowly and carefully, not wanting anything to intrude on George’s introspection.
“There’s visitors’ parking below,” he said, directing her toward the underground.

She parked, he gathered up their meal and they headed toward the apartment entrance and the elevator bank. George pushed 25 and they started slowly upward.

“Welcome,” George said, standing back after he opened the door.
“Thanks,” Maddy said.

The apartment pleased her. It was tidy, but warm and lived in. One wall of the living room was taken with book filled shelves. A worn, comfy leather couch lined another and in between a wall of almost floor to ceiling windows gave light. Healthy potted plants breathed life into the space.

“Make yourself at home,” George said, reaching to help her off with her coat. Again, Maddy felt that electricity pass between them, but she had no idea what he was thinking. She only knew that he had to be in pain and that she would do all she could to help him. “I’ll put the pizza in the oven to warm,” he said.

She was glancing over his books when he returned. His brown slacks and turtleneck complemented his ruddy olive complexion and warm brown eyes. He was handsome, very handsome in a way that speaks quietly, a way you don’t notice right away. He carried too gigantic tumblers of red wine.

“Oh my,” Maddy said, chuckling. “After this you’ll be able to have your way with me.”
“Would you like that?” he asked simply.
“I would very much like that,” she said.

“To the future; to passion and the simple truth,” he toasted.
They clinked glasses and sipped.

Maddy wanted to kiss George, but that could wait. She moved toward the couch.

“Let’s sit,” she said to George, running her hands across the breasts ballooning out of her dress.
Maddy put her glass on the coffee table in front of them and turned toward George. The sides of her breasts sponged insistently against his arm.

“Just call me Naughty Nurse Maddy and tell me all your problems,” she said, picking up her glass again and taking a coy nip.

“I think you know my problems all too well,” George said, gulping his drink and laughing wryly.

“No, I don’t. So why don’t you tell me?” Maddy was thoughtfully rubbing the bowl of her glass across her breasts, down the line of her cleavage and across the other bountiful mound. “Speak up, lovely man,” she cooed.

“I think my girlfriend’s been living a double life. I knew something was wrong, but …,” George’s voice drifted off on what Maddy was now recognizing as the flight his sadness took.

“Why would she do that?” Maddy asked. She kicked off her shoes and half stood to adjust her seating position. She now sat cross-legged beside George. Her dress had ridden high on her thighs to accommodate her and she looked at George’s crotch, watching his cock rise to the occasion with truly feigned innocence. “Did you refuse to, you know . . . ,” she let her own voice dangle.

“No, no!” George stated adamantly. “It was she who seemed to lose interest. It’s been weeks, months really. I should have known. I always wanted . . .”

“I know what you wanted, George, and a sweet man like you should have it.” Maddy climbed into George’s lap. Her breasts spread over his chest and her now wet pink undies were exposed as she wiggled against his desperately hard cock. She put her arms around his neck. She could see his eyes welling with horniness and pain, excitement and confusion. George hadn’t been paid attention to in a long time, Maddy thought. “Nurse Maddy knows what you need.” She kissed him lightly, first and then traced his full lips with her tongue. He smelled of cologne, something male and slightly spicy. Maddy breathed deep and then began to explore his mouth. He tasted of red wine and was wet with longing. His tongue began to dance with hers and soon they were dancing a tango of erotic foreplay. Their separate hungers, once engaged, became a sometimes frantic and sometimes smooth, prolonged fucking kiss. “Take me to your bedroom, George.”

Maddy slowly climbed off George. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Didn’t you notice that I was so often there when you came to pick up Claire? How I’d hang about when you came to visit?”

“No, I didn’t think . . .”

“You would never have known if Claire had treated you . . .” Maddy left the rest unsaid and took George’s hand. Together, they went to the kitchen, turned off the oven and then he led her down a short hallway and into his bedroom.

A plaid duvet covered his bed and there were the expected furnishings, but Maddy had eyes for only one thing.

“Undress for me George.” Maddy unzipped her own dress quickly, shrugged it onto the floor and stretched out on George’s bed in her garter belt, stockings and pink matching panties and bra. Her tits heaved with anticipation as she watched George pull his sweater over his head and unzip his pants. “Slowly,” Maddy instructed and smiled as the flush of embarrassment flooded George’s face as he awkwardly pulled down and stepped out of his slacks. His cock flagged out obscenely, stretching the cotton of his jockey shorts. “Very nice,” Maddy said, as his cock jerked itself free. “Socks, too,” Maddy said, as he stepped out of his shorts and then pulled off his socks. He stood weak-kneed before her, naked, vulnerable and uncertain. “Come,” Maddy said, patting the bed beside her.

George stretched out beside Maddy.

“I’m crazy about you, George,” Maddy whispered in his ear, before beginning a trail of kisses that left no part of his face un-caressed: ears, cheeks, eyebrows, nose, eyes and lips. They gave new direction to kisses. Their kisses started in his balls and nipples and cock and in her pussy and nipples and heart just before their lips met. And she twisted his nipples with her fingers and watched the pleasure smile all over his face. She nibbled with her teeth. “Is that hard enough, Georgie?” “Harder,” George hoarsely replied. She bit down on him a little harder, quickly negotiating the line between pleasure and pain. Maddy scratched her fingernails lightly enough to send currents of erotic electricity surging over the field of his skin. She kissed her way down to his balls. She weighed them first in a mouth flooded with warm liquid. Her hands loved them next as her moist cavern of a mouth claimed his pulsing cock. She licked and sucked, tongued his sweet spot. Her hands and mouth played him like a perfect organ. Sighs and gasps, groans and words without meaning panted out of him. “Are you ready for more?” Maddy asked, sitting astride him. She squeezed and manipulated her tits. She leaned forward offering them up to his massaging hands. She looked at the raw, exploding hunger in his face and reached behind herself to undo her bra. She unveiled slowly, sensuously, teasingly. George began to squirm beneath her. Maddy knew that he needed to take control. Maddy knew that in this final act, he needed to be the one. “Please, Georgie, help me?” she begged. “I need you,” she purred, hugging herself and swaying her huge breasts that cascaded over he arms. “Please,” she said, falling to his side and onto her back, her legs open in welcome. George climbed over her, his eyes glinting. He held his cock, massaging its length which extended far beyond his grasp. He led it to the door of her, playing with her lips and clit, teasing his escaping pre-cum onto her nob until she groaned; until her hips jerked, until she begged and begged. “Please put it in. Please fuck me. George, please George.” George eased himself into her and began the controlled ride of a man who knows his body; a man who masturbates with awesome frequency; a man who knows how to please a woman. George led Maddy into a fucking dance that went on and on. Maddy had never known such pleasure. They fucked and sweat and moaned their gratification. And then the finish line was in sight. They both knew. They both raced toward it. They mewed and groaned and spoke in lover’s code until they crossed the line, humping and pumping their orgasmic way.

Maddy and George held onto each other for a long time. Magic had happened, placed something between them that was needed, wanted and right. Maddy knew that she would never let him go and knew that George didn’t want her to.

They got up hungry and ready for their meal. Maddy went to the kitchen and George poured more wine and checked his messages. There were five messages from Claire, all blaming Maddy for setting her up; all explaining that their clients had cancelled at the last moment. All promising that she could make him understand. Maddy and George sat at the dining room table; he naked except for his bathrobe, she naked except for George’s oversized shirt. They ate and talked like old friends and lovers. Comfort lit the room with a warm glow. George talked about the Claire he loved, a Claire who didn’t exist. They buried his dream, but there was too much love for mourning.

“I’ll have to see her, explain things,” George said.

“You’re such a decent man. I’m still angry at the way she’s hurt you and Paul, too. I know you have to see her. Call her and take her to dinner tomorrow night. Same place. Finish it there.”
George called Claire.

Hello Claire. I got your messages …Yes, we have to talk, but don’t expect too much. I just need closure … I don’t think so Claire …Splendidos. 7:30 tomorrow night … okay, bye.

Maddy stayed the night with George. She went home after Claire had gone to work and dressed carefully in a red suit that worked well with a blouse by day and without it as a cocktail suit. She grabbed a gold chocker, tossed it in her bag and went to work. She placed a call.

Yes it was nice seeing you, too …Let’s get together tonight. There’s something I want to share with you … yeah, Splendidos. Meet you at the bar around 8 … see you tonight. Bye.

Maddy grabbed a cab from work and got there first. George and Claire were easy to find. Claire was doing the crocodile rock, tears rolling down her beautiful cheeks. Selfish people sure don’t like losing anything, Maddy thought.

Paul arrived right on time. Maddy had arranged a table and she knew where to sit.

“Isn’t that Claire and George? What are they doing here? Claire said she had a headache and was going home to sleep?”

“George is breaking things off with her,” Maddy said matter-of-factly.
“Breaking things off?!”

Paul was up and out of his seat in a flash.

“What’s going on here?” he asked Claire, his face contorted with rage.
Claire stared at him, too shocked to speak.

“Nothing,” George said. “I’m done.”
“I’m sure Paul and Claire have things to discuss.” Maddy said. “Let’s leave them to it.”
Maddy winked at the waiter, took George’s hand and they left the restaurant.

“Our place?” George asked.

“Sure,” Maddy answered.