Sweet Nurturing Callie (Part I)

The last time we caught a glimpse of Callie and Dylan they were in the throes of a promising new relationship, something so wonderful, and yet terrifying, too, especially for two people previously involved in committed relationships that were stolen from them. Still, it was a sort of rebirth for them both, and as we peek in now we find them ever more comfortable with each other and the relationship every passing day.

It was Friday night and Dylan waited at the bar of a quiet, upscale restaurant just up the way from Callie’s house. It was nearing the hour of their reservation and Callie still had not arrived. Dylan sipped a beer and watched the bartender craft some cocktails, his interest piqued when one required a raw egg. As he whipped the egg white into a frothy broth, Dylan watched, fascinated, barely noticing Callie as she slipped onto the stool next to him. When she tucked her hand into his he turned toward her.

Callie’s cheeks were crimson and she had a look in her that made Dylan at once both uneasy and concerned.

“Oh, Callie, what’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing her hand.

She shook her head and growled, “Just work,” before going silent.

They sat quietly for a moment in a cloud of tension that had infiltrated the happy bistro and rested above the couple.

A glass of red wine appeared before Callie and she looked up to thank the bartender but he was already moving toward the opposite end of the bar. Dylan reached out and slid it closer.

“I took the liberty of ordering ahead,” he said, forcing a cheerful tone.

Callie took a sip and the crimson in her cheeks faded as the dry, fruity liquid flowed into her. Just like a summer storm that crops up, rains down ferociously and then blows away, the tension hanging over Callie and Dylan disappeared. She smiled at him with warmth that traveled up the corners of her mouth and spilled out through her eyes.

“Thank you, darling,” she said, taking another sip. He smiled and raised his glass and took a sip of his own.

Callie ran a finger around the rim of her glass, the color of her nails nearly matching the deep red of the wine. A flash passed across her eyes and she looked at Dylan urgently.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago?” She asked abruptly.

Dylan only raised an eyebrow.

“You know, after I gave you that squeeze and then we had an amazing night in bed?” As she spoke, Callie let a finger trail lightly up Dylan’s leg and over his crotch, giving a small poke as it passed.

This time a smile that reflected the glow of a fond recollection spread on his face. “Now how could I forget that? It was only the best night ever. Although, you may recall that it took three days to unclench my derriere, two days for the soreness in my abs to go away and I think my jaw is still tight from grimacing under the sheer pain of your vice-like grip. God, I thought my balls were going to pop. But what followed was so, so worth it.”

Callie giggled. “Well, I don’t know how you did what you did down there,” she said, glancing down at her lap, “but it took a few days for my legs to return from the jelly-like state you left them in. So you weren’t the only one who had trouble walking the next day!”

“Yeah, but that was from pleasure,” Dylan said with jesting sarcasm.

“And what pleasure it was,” she returned, equaling his playful notes. “Which made me think, why not shoot for the moon? We have the whole weekend to ourselves. Why not trade dinner for some take out and a night in? After the week I’ve had, I know I could use it.”

Dylan considered this for a minute. He was looking forward to a nice evening out, but Callie’s mention of the incredible fun they’d had that night made for an appealing counter offer. He looked at her in her business suit, knowing full well what lay beneath the no-nonsense gray jacket and tightly buttoned silk blouse. And there was the matter of that fine ass rounded into her knee-length skirt.

“I think I might have to agree with you, Cal,” he finally answered. “But, maybe I need a little extra convincing,” he added, making sure she noticed him eying her blouse.

“You dirty boy,” she laughed. But she obliged him, pulling back her arms as if to stretch. When she arched her back, her full breasts strained against the silky fabric, and then, like magic, the top button popped, exposing the deep and luxurious cleavage that drove Dylan mad. She settled back and tossed her hair playfully, letting him gape, unabashedly. After a moment she put a finger under his chin and raised his face.

“My eyes are up here,” she teased. “So are you convinced?”

Dylan nodded enthusiastically, barely unable to keep himself from stealing a quick grope of her lush bosom.

“Good, because there’s one other thing.” Callie’s tone was still light, but there was a new gravity in it. “After such a brutal week, I must confess, I’m in a bit of a mood.” She paused to gage his reaction but he just kept his eyes locked on hers. “I really want to kick you in the balls.” She paused again, her eyes searching his.

This time Dylan piped up with a wink. “What else is new?”

She laughed at this. “Yeah, yeah. But seriously, there’s just something in me right now. I can’t explain it but I really have an urge to kick your balls…so…hard. God, it’s so strong,” she trailed off and Dylan saw an almost rapturous light flit into her eyes. When she refocused them on him, he nearly fell off his stool from the sheer intensity in them. She took his hands in hers and looked him dead in the eye and said simply, “Dylan, it’s like I need to kick you harder than any woman has ever kicked a man.”

When she saw his jaw drop and the terror flood his eyes, she softened. “I promise it will be worth it.”

Something about the sincerity radiating from her eyes, the earnest, desiring tone of her voice broke him. A warmth, like being wrapped in plush blanket on a cold night, rushed through him that covered over all the fear and trepidation of the pain she would inflict. He was moved to scratch the itch of her gripping desire.

“Check please,” he croaked.

Callie beamed at his overture, amazed by his capacity to want to please her. “Thank you,” she whispered as she kissed his ear.

On the walk home, they moved in silence, heading toward a Chinese take-out restaurant around the corner. Dylan tried to calm himself as the panic of what he’d just agreed to crawled slug-like, splintering off like lightning, right through him, while Callie imagined what pleasures the night might bring.

As they passed a streetlamp, Callie suddenly grabbed Dylan and pushed him up against its base. Her lips were on his in a flash, the kiss intense and deep. So full of passion that Dylan, normally shy about PDA, didn’t even care despite noticing a younger couple moving toward them. Let them watch he thought as he returned Callie’s kiss in its fullness.

Dylan barely registered that the clacking of the approaching girl’s heels had stopped and was surprised when Callie pulled back from the kiss. When he looked at her, he was amazed her grin didn’t split her pretty face. He smiled in return.

And so it was that the younger couple saw the image of love, a man and woman tangled together in passion, her arms around his neck and his hands entwined together around her back, smiling and looking deep into each other’s eyes.

Were they surprised then, when the woman moved her arms to his shoulders, her palms resting against the top of his chest? Did they look on, stunned by the flash of her thigh as her skirt rode up, while she drew back her leg and drove her knee between her lover’s legs, crushing his testicles? Did a myriad of emotions well up inside them as the man crumbled to the ground clutching desperately at his injured groin? Were they appalled when the woman stood back and stared down him, folding her arms under her proud bosom, while he groaned and struggled at her feet?

Indeed, they both stared slack-jawed at the sudden turn of events. The young man’s handsome face paled and his eyes swirled, betraying a sickly terror that mixed with outrage at such a gruesome but intimate strike. The young girl’s porcelain cheeks pinked but the full lips of her open mouth curved slightly upward, hinting at a bridled smile working its way forward. How often had she wanted to do just that, she mused, as a pang of jealousy darted through her brain?

The young couple followed Callie into the restaurant, the male lingering a moment as if he was unsure he wanted to be in close confines with a woman like Callie. As she waited to order, Callie could feel the girl’s eyes burning into the back of her head and she saw, reflected in the glass plating over the menu board, that the girl was obviously impressed. Callie could also see the boy glance backward every so often, looking sympathetically at Dylan as he crouched against the light pole trying to comfort himself.

When her ordered arrived, Callie grabbed it and then stared intentionally toward the couple as they waited for their order. She managed to catch the girl’s eye and gave her a wink. Then she nodded toward the boy, who was looking everywhere but at Callie, and mimed like she was driving her knee into a man’s groin. The girl blushed, but there was no mistaking the beaming grin that danced on her lips. She caught Callie’s drift.

In her mind’s eye, Callie could imagine, with vivid clarity, the young girl’s lithe leg drawn back, seeming to stretch out to infinity, as her boyfriend looked on helpless and terrified awaiting the inevitable. Then the girl’s leg was an arcing blur as bullets of sweat poured from the poor boy’s brow. CRUNCH. Callie could hear plainly the sweet sound of the girl’s foot driving the boy’s nuts up into his stomach. She shuddered happily as she saw the boy crumple at the girl’s feet in horrible agony while the girl bounced up and down with feminine charm, her smile radiating fulfillment.

It was with that image fresh in her mind that Callie strode outside and attended to Dylan. “Sorry about that, darling,” she said sincerely. “I just couldn’t help myself – had to show off for the younger generation. Are you okay to walk home?

With effort, Dylan straightened and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Goddamn. I can’t even imagine what later is going to be like.” He shook his head as a grim determination played on his face. “I have to admit, though, I’m more than a little turned on. But,” he paused, taking Callie’s hand as they began to walk, “I do think you’ll need to give the boys some time to recover before you can fulfill that desire of yours.”

Callie laughed heartily, her head thrown back, her hair flitting in the breeze. As Dylan limped along beside her she said with unabashed glee, “This is going to be one hell of a weekend!”

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