J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

Suzanne stopped, a glass of wine halfway to her lips. “What?” She didn’t like the sound of Wendy’s voice.

“This business about Brian not fucking you when he had the chance—hell, when you practically threw yourself at him.”

“What about it?”

“It makes me wonder if he’s got something to hide.”

Suzanne was becoming exasperated. “Yeah? Like what? What are you getting at?”

“Well, I don’t want to worry you…”

“Wendy!”

“Okay, okay.” She waved her hand. “It’s probably nothing. It seemed odd, that a healthy man like that wouldn’t go for it. What is it they say about men and making love? ‘They don’t need a reason, they only need a place.’ So I thought, maybe…you know…”

Suzanne had no idea what Wendy was trying to say. Her blank expression must’ve conveyed her confusion, for Wendy hurried on…

“You know, maybe his, um, equipment, um…”

Suzanne sat back in her chair. “You think he’s impotent!”

A couple at a nearby table glanced over sharply. Suzanne’s face grew hot. She dropped her voice to a whisper.

“You’re saying you think Brian can’t get it up?”

“That, or maybe, you know…” She held up her little finger and wiggled it.

“Oh, my God!” Such thoughts had never occurred to her. Now what Wendy had said made a certain amount of sense. Brian enjoyed control, but didn’t take advantage of her. He liked her to be exposed, but didn’t stare. He didn’t encourage her to touch him, so she had no idea if he had gotten an erection—or what size it might’ve been.

“You think that his…” Suzanne couldn’t say the word.

Wendy shrugged. “It’s a possibility. Jim and the twins could be non-op.” She giggled. “Or midgets.”

“That’s not funny!”

“Sorry. You’re right. I’m sure I’m just letting my imagination run free. Maybe it’s his little fetish—you know, looking but not touching. I’ve seen far stranger ones.”

Suzanne nodded, trying to convince herself that there was nothing more to it. Still, the doubts Wendy planted remained.

“What if it’s true? That he can’t, you know, perform. What should I do?”

“Do? What can you do? Cry, I guess.” Wendy leaned closer. “But if it were me, I’d be sure and pack my vibrator.”

Suzanne, fresh from her shower and still dressed in her red rayon robe, packed carefully for the trip. She included shorts, T-shirts, a skirt and blouse, a simple black dress in case he changed his mind and decided to take her out to dinner, a few pairs of shoes, including sneakers, and several different styles of bras and panties. She wanted to be able to anticipate Brian’s moods. She rummaged through her underwear drawer, selecting some of her sexiest panties and bras, then whittled down the list until she had three of each—slutty, sluttier and sluttiest. Wendy would be so proud of her.

Of course, she’d need a bathing suit. She selected a one-piece that had been flattering the last time she’d worn it. She wished she had time to go buy a bikini, but maybe that was being too bold.

Next, she added her bathroom items, including her most valuable possession, her hairdryer. He’d better have electricity out there , she thought, or I’m going to look like Carrot Top .

Finally, she tossed in two three-packs of condoms, hoping that she would be able to use them. She was past the point of thinking Brian’s actions were noble or gentlemanly. Now she just wanted to be taken, hard and fast.

What if it’s true! her mind wailed. What if he’s a lousy lover?

That’d be just my luck , her dark thoughts pouted. Find a great guy and it turns out he’s limp as a noodle.

Come on! Her positive side responded. He’s probably a great lover. Besides, there’s a lot more to a man than that! Think about how kind and strong, and special he is! Hell, you can fake the rest.

She tried to agree, but she could hear the dark side of her personality laughing rudely at her. Better do as Wendy says and pack Battery Boyfriend! Bring extra batteries!

Suzanne shrugged off her robe and folded it carefully on top. This was her travel robe, but she really considered it her seducing robe. She doubted Brian could resist the hot color, the silk-like feel of it, the way it slipped from her body…

She shook her head. She looked down at herself, making sure her little lightning bolt stood out well against her white skin. She almost had shaved it off completely, since Brian hadn’t paid much attention to it. I mean, what the hell? she thought. But at the last minute, she decided to shave around it one more time. It had seemed like a lark at the time, but now she felt slightly ridiculous. I don’t know how I let Wendy talk me into this!

Of course, she knew. Suzanne long ago had realized that Wendy was the “alpha female” in their relationship. Suzanne didn’t mind, in fact, she liked letting Wendy make the decisions about what they would do or where they would go. Wendy was action, Suzanne reaction.

That’s not to say that Suzanne did everything Wendy did. Certainly, she was more circumspect about her relationships with men. Yet, she realized that Brian was attracted to her because she was a follower. She had bested other women in this strange little contest because she had the qualities he liked.

For the first time, Suzanne was beginning to understand what Brian had meant when he advertised for a “kept woman”. He could have just as easily called for an “old-fashioned woman”.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she glanced at the clock. Six-twenty! He’d be here in forty minutes! “Aakk! You’re still naked, you dummy!” she scolded herself and ran to the bathroom to get ready.

With five minutes to spare, Suzanne plopped her small suitcase next to the couch and sat down, nervous and exhilarated. She wore new blue jeans, a yellow T-shirt and tennis shoes. She hoped he wouldn’t show up in a dinner jacket. Mentally, she went over the items in her overnight bag, making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Like many women, she had a tendency to over-pack and the bulging bag attested to it.

The buzzer rang, startling her, though she had expected it. Shaking, she got up slowly from the couch and walked unsteadily to the panel by the door.

“Yes?” she said into the intercom.

“It’s me.” Suzanne recognized Brian’s voice immediately. She buzzed him in. She could feel her loins contract and expand. He’s not even in the room yet and I’m already horny!

In a few minutes, she heard his knock at her door. She spread her fingers and shook her hands hard like pompoms to quell her nerves before she opened the door. “Hi, Brian. Come on it. I’m just about ready.”

He smiled when he saw her and stepped inside. Brian was dressed in tan slacks, a green polo shirt and casual loafers. He looked good enough to eat.

He leaned down to kiss her, letting one hand rest possessively on her ass. He squeezed it as he kissed her. Had he taken her to the bedroom right then, she would’ve gone along willingly.

Brian pulled back, eyeing her speculatively. His eyes slid over to her suitcase. “Packing for a week?” he teased.

“I know. I tend to overdo it. I just didn’t know what to expect…uh, weather-wise,” she added hastily. She stepped back. “Did I dress appropriately? I thought it might get cool later, so…” Her voice trailed off.

Brian studied her for a moment. “Well, you look very nice. But for this weekend, I had something else in mind. I mean, if you’re willing…”

Suzanne bit her lip. She had tried to anticipate what he’d like. How had she gone wrong?