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Matt’s
lunchtime interlude was not repeated. And by the time Friday
afternoon rolled around, all she wanted was a glass of wine and a
hot bath.
    She’d just changed into a pair of yoga pants
and a baby tee, when a knock sounded on her stairwell door. Since
all her friends knew to come to the back door, where more parking
was available, the only people who came to the hall door, which led
to the front entrance of the building, were either selling
something or delivering something.
    Puzzled, she padded over to the peep hole and
looked out.
    “Hey Jules, it’s me,” Matt said from the
hallway.
    What was he doing here? She wondered.
    Unlocking the two deadbolts and undoing the
chain, she finally opened the door to see her visitor, who was
looking deliciously rumpled after a long day at the office. His
hair was sticking up a little, as if he’d been running his fingers
through it. His tie, a gorgeous purple silk, was loosened, and he
held an overnight bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the
other.
    “Sorry I’m late,” he said, kissing her on the
cheek and slipping past her into the den. “Nice place. It fits
you.”
    “Um,” Julie followed him into the kitchen,
trying to figure out how to put this delicately. She decided to go
for the direct approach. “What are you doing here?”
    From the kitchen, where he had already taken
off his suit jacket and hung it over the back of a chair, Matt
grinned.
    “Come on, babe. You can’t expect a guy to
forget he’s promised to give a blow job lesson. I’m a gentleman,
but even gentlemen have their breaking points.”
    He calmly proceeded to uncork the wine, and
reached into her glass paned cabinets to remove two wine
glasses.
    “But we never said that would be this
weekend,” Julie protested, adding lamely, “or anything.” What was
it about this guy that made her lose her cool like this? She was a
strong, independent woman and he practically turned her into a bowl
of jello. “I might have plans this weekend!”
    He raised a brow. “Do you?”
    “Well, no,” she admitted. “But I might
have!”
    He took a sip of wine. “I figured that since
we’re on a deadline here, your birthday right around the corner and
all, we should probably just get down to business.”
    “But you brought a bag!” she huffed.
    “You don’t want me to wear this same suit all
weekend do you?” He shrugged. “I didn’t take you for the au
natural type. But if BO is what turns you on I guess I can’t
judge. I’ve got some pretty weird turn-ons myself. This one
time…”
    “Stop!” This was getting ridiculous. “I’m not
into BO. And I guess it’s fine that you brought a bag. I was
just…”
    Matt stepped closer until he loomed over her,
his height making her feel tiny and feminine. “Just what?” he asked
softly.
    “Surprised,” she said just as softly.
    “Then let’s just chill for a little while,”
he said, pulling her into his arms. “Have some dinner and relax. No
pressure.”
    “You’ll have to eat what I cook,” she said a
little petulance still in her voice.
    “I’ll eat it and like it,” he said, licking
her ear.
    ***
    “Okay, the first rule about blow jobs...”
    “..is you don't talk about blow jobs,” Julie
finished for him.
    They'd finished the pasta primavera Julie
cooked and channel surfed for a while before Matt's casual arm
around her shoulder had turned into some hot and heavy kissing. At
which point, Matt declared that they should go ahead and have the
lessons before he got carried away and wasted his valuable
erection.
    Now they were naked and lying side by side on
Julie's bed.
    “No, smart ass,” Matt said, rolling onto his
back. “The first rule of blow jobs is that there is no such thing
as a bad blow job.”
    Julie snorted. “Yeah right. You say that now,
but in the locker room...”
    “No, seriously,” he insisted. “There is no
way that you can fuck up a blow job. Just the fact that you're
willing to put your sweet, sweet