Chapter 20

1. Frankie & Sally

(A "love scene" in the sytle of the Romance genre)

by

J.L.Ferri

Embraced by the warmth of the fire, Sally undid the buttons of her blouse and tossed it off her shoulders. In a ballet of naive exhibitionism, she arched her back and lowered her arms to allow the blouse to fall -- it didn't, compliments of static -- and required the alternate (and rapid) raising and lowering of her lovely shoulders to loosen its hold. The garment eventually slipped between her and her chair, but not until Frankie had witnessed a show of synchronized mammary undulation that some seismographs had probably registered. Then when she reached back to retrieve it, the already obvious stresses on her well-filled bra increased such that a garment of lesser ability would have been reduced to shrapnel. She tossed the blouse aside and said, "Frankie, it's your deal . . . and stop gaping."

"I'm not gaping. Smirking . . . maybe. Grinning . . . possibly. But gaping . . . definitely not gaping. And if I am gaping, I deserve to be gaping, even though I'm not." Frankie, who was most definitely gaping, was thinking that women had the advantage at strip poker since they required two undergarments, whereas males required only one, to cover vital areas; didn't care, and dealt the cards. He also thought that the next hand could get interesting because Sally had only a bra and panties left while he had jeans and underwear.

"I'll take three," Sally said, and added, "Damn," as she tossed three unrelated cards to the center of the table.

"None for me," Frankie said, and added, "Hot damn," as he moved his cards closer to his chest and passed the top three cards from the deck to Sally.

After arranging the cards in her hand, she said, "Not a bad draw, even if I do say so myself," and put down three jacks.

Frankie laid a ten high straight sequentially on the table and said, in an obviously insincere apology, "Sorry."

"I'll bet," she said and stood up, half smiling.

The integrity of the bra was again tested as Sally reached behind to undo the fastener. Once undone, the article was removed with another shoulder maneuver -- this time forward however -- that required the repeated twisting of her upper body and caused a random rotation and horizontal vibration in each orb. She faced him directly, her nipples distended and quivering while bathed in the warm tones of the burning logs. After reassuming her usual erect posture, Sally dealt without looking directly at Frankie. After she had arranged her cards, she gradually looked up and gazed into Frankie's eyes.

Frankie gazed lower.

This was the first time that Sally had ever brazenly bared her bounteous beauties before a beau. In the past, under passionate circumstances, they had been unveiled, fondled, and even suckled -- all with her permission, yet without her direct help. Now, her breasts were bared by her own hands, and intentionally flaunted. Yet, she was not embarrassed, and actually felt aroused. Sally definitely had the proverbial "hots" for Frankie.

Frankie's concentration on the card game was gone. He couldn't look away from Sally's breasts; they seemed to defy gravity as they floated above the surface of the table. He forced his eyes from her rosy crests and found that she was looking directly at him.

"Frankie! Are you going to pick up your cards?" she asked.

After realizing that he was obviously gaping, and on the verge of drooling, he said, "Yes . . . the cards." He had only subconsciously registered Sally dealing the cards, and was completely mesmerized with the effects of the motions of shuffling and dealing as her left breast rhythmically pulsed with the cadence of the delivery of the cards, while her right swayed to a tempo unheard, yet unmistakably present. As he slowly fanned the cards in his hand, he found it difficult to determine the significance of the three queens and two aces. "I'll take three," and he tossed two queens and an ace to the table. He was distracted, but he wasn't stupid. Losing his pants would be a move in a winning direction.

"I'll stay with what I have," she said as she arched her back slightly, forcing her already engorged nipples to protrude even more. Sally took three cards from the deck and passed them to Frankie.

He picked up the cards and, after fumbling with the arrangement, was now the proud holder of an ace high straight. Sally called, said she had two pair, displayed two jacks, and said, "These and these." After pondering briefly, Frankie folded, threw down his cards, stood up, lowered his jeans, lost his balance, and promptly tumbled backwards over his chair.

"Frankie! Are you all right?" she asked as she strolled to his side. "Frankie!" She leaned over him with a little concern, with a slight smile, and definitely with those pendant mounds.

He didn't move but opened his eyes and looked up. Even though Sally was well endowed, gravity seemed to ignore her as she swayed above him and gracefully undulated with a pendulum like motion that somehow made the physics of swinging bodies suddenly seem vitally important. Her position caused her already engorged nipples to harden and seem ready to explode.

He eventually untangled himself from the chair, propped himself up on his arms, and said, "I don't think I bent anything that can't be straightened out again."

"I'll see what I can do to help," she said and moved closer. When they were only inches apart, he slid his hands up her slender waist and surrounded both breasts, slowly rubbing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. His hands squeezed and rotated.

Sally purred, "Oh, Frankie," and arched into his body. Their lips moved closer and touched. His tongue reached out and her teeth parted for its entry. Her hands moved around his neck and she stroked her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. As their tongues caressed and his hands massaged, they both leaned slightly, lost their balance, and rolled against the card table.

After regaining their balance and returning to a half-seated position, their eyes gradually met. Frankie lowered his head and began biting and kissing as he progressed down her neck. He continued his downward excursion until his lips were locked around a quivering nipple, his tongue charting the perimeter of the swollen tip. His hand stroked its twin. Both rosy peaks were throbbing; one in his hand, the other between his lips.

Sally sighed and, as she tossed her head back, thrust the tip further into his mouth. "Oh, Frankie," was all that she could say between her labored breaths. As soon as she was able she managed, "Let's lie down. Please."

Frankie asked, "How about the floor?" which was where they were anyway.

He and Sally had been dating for a only a few weeks and had not gotten past the passionate kissing and fondling stage. He was surprised when she accepted his half-joking offer to play strip poker. Now they were together at his cabin, she was topless, one breast was in his hand, and the other was in his mouth. A phrase from a beer commercial came briefly to mind, but was soon forgotten because of other pressing matters.

After kicking off his jeans, he quickly retrieved an oversized comforter from the nearby couch, doubled it, and spread it on the rug a few feet from the fireplace...

... To be continued (in next chapter)