Matt wants to make it special

Tanya had plenty of sexual experience but from what Matt had gathered, most of that experience had been negative. He wanted to rewrite that part of her past, give her a positive sense of sex. He hoped he'd already started on that path but there was a lot more to do.

"How about some music," he suggested. "We could dance."

"You're kidding. I'm ready to fuck and you want to dance."

Yeah, put that way it did sound stupid. On the other hand, she'd said 'ready to fuck,' not 'ready to make love.' Maybe he was making a mistake, maybe he wasn't, but he nodded. "That's the plan. Betty, do you think you could find some music? Something slow."

Karen nodded, then hit a few switches on the sound board and the opening sequence to Scheherazade spilled through the studio.

"What the hell is that?"

"A long time ago," he told her, "a king was betrayed by his love. So, he resolved never to fall in love again. Each night he took a bride. Each morning, he had her executed. It wasn't a happy time and this song tells the story of how he found love."

"That's sick."

"So, will you dance with me?"

"What the fuck? Fine."

He held out his hand to her and, when she finally took it, pulled her against his body and started to dance.

The song was well-chosen... with a definite taste of the exotic but Tanya resisted his lead... at first until, abruptly, she yielded, her body softening and molding itself to him.

He'd thought some of the girls he'd danced with at the school dance could move but Tanya outstripped all of them. She seemed to anticipate rather than respond to his leads, making him feel that they were somehow connected in a single (although complicated) body.

Karen wasn't dumb enough to play the entire piece... there would be a riot from the masturbators... but she found a logical spot to fade the sound out and Matt led Tanya back to the bed.

He kissed her there. She was still dressed and he was nude, but their connnectedness remained.

She lay back on the bed throwing out her arms. "Undress me, Archie. Make me your woman tonight."

Well, he wasn't going to say no to that.

Tanya hadn't dressed to be sexy. She wore a cropped sweater that showed her midriff and was cut low in the cleavage and a short skirt that accentuated her tanned legs. For her, this was moderation. It didn't matter. Tanya exuded sex appeal no matter what she wore.

He tugged off the sweater and then unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt, pulling it down her long legs and leaving her in a set of skimpy thong black panties and lacy bra... matching of course. Although she hadn't dressed to be sexy, she was Tanya... and she certainly wasn't the kind of girl who'd wear mismatched underwear.

He'd seen her naked before, of course. By now he'd seen a lot of girls and women without their clothes, exposing their intimate parts and intimate thoughts to the streaming audience. Someday, he thought, he might grow jaded to all of this. But that day hadn't come. He hoped it never would.

"God you're beautiful."

"You're not bad yourself. But you haven't finished unwrapping the goodies."

"You know what they say... getting there is half the fun."

"I'm hoping that the fun will be getting all the way there."

Yeah, he was, too.