I love it when you talk Nerdy.

"So, the son or daughter thing is definitely happening, then," I smiled at Carla, who rolled her eyes in response.

"Yes Brent, if a woman is actively ready to discuss Harem politics with you, she's serious," Carla grinned back. "We could get started on that right now, you know."

"I thought we already did," I mentioned, trying to remember the time It had to have been Carla. When she had aggressively jumped me...

"No, Brent, you've never done it to me. You've done it to Kaila, using me as a stand in. At least in your head. I want you to just... come here." She beckoned me with an outstretched arm. "I'm tired of talking..."

I stood and crossed the room to stand beside her on the bed. Carla looked up at me, and for a second, all I could see was my wife, lying there, arching up at me. My hand lowered, and came into contact with the cloth of Carla's polo shirt, soft and woven under my fingertips.

She breathed softly at the touch, her eyes closing contentedly.

"That's it," Carla whispered. "Touch me."

My fingers began to trace along the cloth, along her stomach, over the swells off her breasts. At first only my fingertips, caressing the soft seam at the collar, curling around the button and undoing it gently. I slipped my fingers along the soft skin of her upper chest, and grinned as her hand reached out to run along my thigh in response.

"Take your time," Carla grinned. "I've always liked it when someone takes her... your time."

I snickered a little at the slip, but continued to run my fingers up to the hollow of her neck as her nails continued to trace along my leg. She breathed in again, and her blue eyes opened to look at me tenderly. She craned her neck as my fingers ran along it, up to where her jaw met her ear. I softly ran my fingers over the skin of the upper lobe, all the while settling my weight onto the bed next to her, causing her hand to move to my other thigh in response. She was kneading gently now, trying to get more of me against her.

Our breathing became heavier as more and more of us came into contact. My hip was now against hers, and she leaned into the contact, her hands pulling me closer with each second. Both hands now, as I lowered myself, twisting as I felt the first pressure of her soft chest against mine. Our faces were getting close , and she didn't stop me, just pulling gently, and never ceasing her forward pressure.

"Would you..." I began, ready to ask a question, when her hand immediately snaked around the back of my neck and pulled my head down. The slight residue of her lipstick pressed against my lips as I felt her breath against me, her body aggressively welcoming me, and the first tender brush of her tongue against my lips.

"I want to..." Carla purred against me, before delving into another quick kiss which evolved into another couple minutes of her tongue teasing at my mouth before fully indulging.

"Would you hate me if I told you I needed the bathroom," I grimaced apologetically.

"Coffee, right?" Carla giggled. "Yeah, and when you get out..."

She ceased her conversation as the sound of a knock at the door followed several moments later by a ring at the room phone.

"Shit... food..." Carla groaned. "I'll get it, you take care of business."