Bissell Street

"Take me" it was more of a statement than a command at first, but after she regained her composure after seeing the first blush, the confused wrinkle above his left brow, she stated her request with a lot more confidence. "Take me".

"Take you where?" he questioned, fumbling somewhat with the lousy faded Cubs ball cap on his head, turning it to the right a bit almost as if by metamorphosis to try and subdue the hard-on he was feeling creeping up on him - did she really mean that? Was she serious? He wasn't sure, and he wasn't about to look like an idiot and fall for this...trap, or whatever it might be. He wasn't sure what she wanted from him, but he was relatively sure her blouse hadn't been quite as open just a few minutes ago. "Button your shirt, I can see your .. your bra". Turning his face from her his mouth moved tightly, his lower lip tickled enough to be itched by his teeth. "Go ahead, button it" his words not as strong this time, almost as if he didn't really mean it but felt somewhat obligated to say it nevertheless.

Jewel did exactly the opposite of what he asked, going so far as to opening her blouse completely, opening each and every last soft button until everything including her bra was seen. Where this could have been a problem for him, Garren Terpe's eyes managed to steal a glimpse backward just over his left shoulder to see whether or not she was obeying him - - she was not, and this pleased the middle-aged man. He had come downstairs to get away from her actually. He wasn't sure why, but something told him he hadn't really thought the move to lead her into his side of the duplex all the way through before doing so. He thought about saying something cynical to her, but instead simply put his hands on the work table and gave up his previous notion of fixing the basement's door hinge, something that had irritated his newly divorced wife for years - - why he decided to fix it now, now that she would never be in the summer home again to hear whether or not he had finally gotten around to doing her last honey-do seemed needless. The woman he was with tonight had never stepped foot in the basement of the Chicago duplex; she wouldn't know what Loranna Terpe hated or didn't hate. It could be supposed that whatever it was about Garren that finally tripped Loranna's last nerve was certainly not to be discussed immediately. In fact, Jewel wanted absolutely never to hear the name Loranna even echoed in her presence if she could help it. "Take me now" she said in a lowered voice with just a hint of sarcastic dramatics - - throwing her head back like they do in the movies, just for effect.

Walking up to her he dropped his hands to his sides - standing now within inches of her body, his blood raced hot, fast, confused but in such a good way --he now used every muscle he could to come close enough to feel her breath, but not so close as to be caught breathing back. Her thighs began to ache, tensing up so hard beneath her jeans they nearly screamed to be touched. It had actually been a while since he'd been with a woman, this one he had never actually slept with; she was more or less an acquaintance up until this afternoon when they had met haphazardly in the park outside their duplex gate. Living next door to one another for years was something neither of them knew would lead to a moment of possibly sharing more than just a wall.

"Just where am I suppose to take you?" he asked her somewhat jovially, his eyebrows perked and his straight lips pulled tightly, barely showing his teeth as he teased her openly. "I'm not going anywhere special that I know of." With that he passed her completely, walked another two steps and made it half way up the basement steps before she followed him, kicking at his feet as he picked up his step enough to avoid being tripped up the stairs.

"How old are you?"

"53"

"And I have to tell you what I mean when I say 'take me', are you serious?"

"Oh, you wanted sex?" he teased - again with the perked eye brows, again with the tight lips, albeit this time his liquid green eyes couldn't lie to save him, they would completely deceive his coy attitude and reveal that he was also wanting more than to be a good neighbor to the woman. Her request for sugar earlier in the day had indeed been somewhat overturned through aorist conversation when she had failed to even bring a cup to pour it into. Somethings need no introduction she argued to herself, while others need a little boost. This man wasn't going to be at the gate on her terms so she waited.

Pushing open the basement door leading to the kitchen he stood just inside the entry hall purposely thinking of closing the door on her to tease her further, but never got the chance. His heart feverishly pounding as his mind raced through thoughts of what may or may not be real. He stopped short of swinging the painted door, his right hand strongly gripping the knob. He saw her in the shadowed yellow light coming up from the floor of the basement, not quite illuminating her figure fully. Her hands however were now in plain view. Stopping just short of the top stair her face low enough to look up at his but held imprisoned by the dimming of the bulb below her. Garren's eyes held fast unable to stop his staring, unwilling to stop what they told him would be his evening's plans. She moved - equally purposely - caressing her left breast. Without blinking, without sound, without saying a word her right hand expertly reached for him. The invitation was irresistible to say the least.