The Pick-Up Line

by Aurelia

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© February 2012

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“Got a light?”

I had been waiting for the lights to change when a woman came up to me. She was something of a looker–short, slim and pixie-like. Yet the smokiness in her eyes and the seductive smile she wore was anything but innocent. She was on the prowl. Not that I had a lot of experience in that arena, but I knew a pick-up line when I heard one.

“Sorry, no,” I replied and waited for the “walk” signal to cross the road.

“Really? You look like a smoker.” She stepped up to me and into my personal space.

“Sorry, I don’t smoke.” I took a step back and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief when the signal pinged. I stepped out to cross the road, glad for the swarm of people around me doing the same thing. I didn’t have to look to know that she followed me to the other side. Not that I would look. No, I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.

I stopped for a moment on the sidewalk and I could feel her presence behind me. “Please don’t do this,” I said without turning around.

“Do what? I’m just crossing the road.”

“Don’t make me call the police.” My hand slid into my bag.

“Look, I would like to get to know you. Is that such a crime?”

“When it amounts to stalking, yes.” I turned. I had the chance to stare at her longer than a mere glimpse. I could fall for her quite easily, damn it. “What makes you think I’m interested in women anyway?”

“I have very good instincts on that point,” she answered silkily.

I unconsciously looked down my body for something that screamed “gay”. Was it the pants or the sensible shoes? “These are my work clothes. We all wear the same thing.”

“How boring for you.” She glanced sideways. “There’s a coffee shop a little way up the street. If you allow me to buy you a cup of coffee I’ll leave you alone. That is unless you ask me to stay.” She smiled as if she knew a secret that I was suppose to know.

“Coffee?” I had to admit that I needed one right about now. “One coffee, no more.”

“Sure. I’ll even throw in a cookie or two.” She extended her arm in the direction of the shop to invite me to join her. She was very careful not to make physical contact, which I suppose was for my benefit. We walked side by side the thirty or so feet to the front door. She politely opened the door and allowed me to enter first.

The air conditioning hit with an icy blast. “Why do they insist on dropping the temperature to zero?” I muttered.

“That’s so the day-old food doesn’t ferment.”

I glanced at her and she smiled. I wasn’t sure whether she was being serious or not. Who knew? “Is everything a joke to you?”

“No. Some things I take very seriously.” Her gaze held mine as she spoke. She was making her intentions clear. By hook or by crook she was going to seduce me, and I only hoped I was up to resisting her advances.

A waitress showed us to a window seat. Once we were seated she stood there waiting for our order.

“Two coffees please,” the woman ordered without conferring with me.

“I’ll have a latte.”

“One regular and one latte. Oh, and some cookies.” She watched the waitress leave. Her casual glance at the woman’s ass didn’t escape my notice. “Maggie.”

“No, Patty.”

“Hello, Patty, my name is Maggie.” She extended her hand across the table.

Oh. I’d just shown my own stupidity. Of course her name was Maggie. It certainly wasn’t mine. Her lips curved upward but she didn’t let them break into an open smile. She was amused but not laughing at me.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

I could feel the heat in my face. Maggie had a way of making me seem like an idiotic sixteen year-old out on her first date. My hand finally met hers and I felt the comforting warmth of her hand. Despite her outward sassiness I could sense a genuine interest in me. I wondered why.

“Why me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“There was a whole street of women out there. Why me?”

“You were the one that appealed to me.”

“As simple as that?”

“As simple as that.”

“And if I say I’m not interested?”

“We can certainly enjoy a cup of coffee together, can’t we?”

The waitress arrived with the coffee, placing the two cups on the formica table top. Maggie pushed the latte over to me while she claimed the second coffee. A moment later a plate of cookies arrived. Maggie reached for the sugar and added two teaspoons full. “So, Patty, what’s your story?” I stared at her. “Too personal?” I continued to stare. “How about them Dolphins, huh?”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Something about this woman touched a nerve in me and I knew I was in trouble. Before the day was out I suspected she would be in my bed. If I had any common sense at all I’d leave right now, but my faculties had wandered off under the gaze of her beautiful eyes.


She nudged the plate over to me and I took one. I figured if I had food in my mouth I couldn’t say anything stupid, not that it had stopped me in the past. “Mmmm,” I hummed. That was safe, or so I thought. Her gaze dropped to my mouth. Oh Lord. My body was counting down the minutes to when it could feel her skin against mine.

“ shtormmm.” The crumbs in my mouth made the question come out in a jumbled mess. I should have waited until I’d finished eating, but the silence unnerved me.

“My story?” Maggie’s lips crinkled at the edges as she tried not to smile. “I’m thirty-four, middle management and own my own car. See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Hard. She said the word longingly and I could feel certain extremities getting hard after she said it. Damn the woman. I grabbed my coffee and took a healthy swig. Of course it was steaming hot and I coughed in reaction.

“Need a hand?”

Need a hand. Oh yeah, I needed a hand. In fact, two would be better. My brain was swimming with mixed messages. On the one hand it was coping with me choking on boiling hot coffee, and on the other it was already moving into seduction mode. In a weird sort of way the hot coffee acted as an aphrodisiac, despite the fact that it was burning away my windpipe.

“Are you okay?”

All I could do was shake my head. “Water,” I croaked.

Maggie waved to attract a waitress and ordered water. Moments later I had a glass in my hand and I was gulping the cold liquid down as quickly as I could.


“Much.” My voice was still raw. I was still thirsty and I stared warily at the waiting coffee.

“More water?” Even before she finished the question Maggie had found another waitress.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I knew damned well what was wrong with me and the source of it was sitting opposite. Maggie smiled seductively at me. Did I have a message tattooed across my forehead?

“So,” she began, “what’s your story?” My lips pursed. “What? I’m not going to ask about the Dolphins again.”

“The Dolphins are not my thing.”

“And what is your ‘thing’?” I refused to answer. “You really are making it hard for me, aren’t you?”

There was that word again. Hard. I grabbed the glass of water and took a mouthful. Maggie watched me intently, so I decided not to look her in the eye.

Maggie leaned back. “Okay, I get the message. Thanks for the coffee.” She shimmied out from behind the table and stood to leave. “Have a good life.”

I watched her walk up to the counter, pay the bill and leave. She stood outside on the sidewalk and looked up and down the street. As she started to walk away I knocked on the glass to get her attention. I held up my hand and wrestled my way out of the booth.

“What the hell am I doing?” I muttered to myself. It was a question I knew I would be asking myself numerous times in the next few hours. I emerged into the sunshine. Maybe it was an omen. “Hi.”

She glanced at me warily. Maybe she thought I was playing games with her. If she only knew about the moral debate going on in my head.

“Look, I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

“I figured.”

“Let’s walk.” I know, I surprised even myself with that comment. Unknowing to her, I turned left toward where I had parked my bike. “Are you in a relationship?” Her eyebrow rose. “How about them Dolphins, huh?” She laughed out loud.

“Touché. Does it matter? Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t like being in the middle of a three-way relationship.”

“And you’ve been there before?”

“Of course not! What sort of a woman do you think I am?”

“One I look forward to getting to know better. No, I am not in a current relationship.” I hadn’t expected an answer, but I got one anyway. “Where are we going in such a hurry?”

I hadn’t thought I was walking fast, but she must have picked up on my determination to go in one direction. Smart woman.

“My motorcycle is parked up here.”

“And you need your motorcycle becaauusssee…”

“I need it to get home.”

She stopped in her tracks. “Why am I following you?”

“I don’t know. Why are you following me?” I asked then laughed. “Do you have a pen and paper?” She dug around in her purse and handed them to me.

This was it. If I wrote down my address and gave it to her there was no going back. My hand shook as the pen hovered over the paper.

“Nervous?” she said. I glanced at her and found a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

My gut clenched. She had said it. I was going to have sex with her and I was both excited and terrified. I wrote down my address and started to write my phone number.

“I don’t need that.”

The pen shook. “If you change your mind, or something happens…”

“I won’t change my mind and nothing will happen,” she assured me.

“I don’t want to get home and find myself alone. I want you to call me if you’re not coming.” It wasn’t embarrassment that worried me; it was heartbreak. My mystery woman was a beautiful woman and I felt like an ugly duckling next to her. What if I wasn’t worth the effort?

She held me in her gaze and tried to reassure me with a look. “Write the number, but I won’t need it.” Maybe she felt my apprehension. “Don’t be nervous. There’s no hurry.”

But there was. If we didn’t hurry I might just lose my nerve. I nodded and turned away from her to head to my bike. I glanced over my shoulder to see her standing there watching me. She didn’t move until I reached the bike and grabbed my helmet from the bag secured to the seat. Maggie lifted her hand to me and turned to walk away. Would this be the last time I would see her? Would my heart be shattered because she used me as her plaything?

* * *

As soon as I got home I moved quickly. I had a slight head start on her and I needed to at least change the bed sheet. Bed clothes went everywhere as I ripped off and replaced the bottom sheet. Anything more seemed a little redundant at this point so I used the extra time to grab a quick shower.

It was the quickest shower in the history of my house. I jumped in between the water drops, barely coating myself in a film of soap suds and water. After a quick towel down I put on a new set of underwear. Then I stopped. What does one wear to a seduction? Should I dress up or just slip a robe on to save time? I didn’t want to appear too enthusiastic or too slutty. Why didn’t dress shops have those sexy little numbers for such an occasion? I suddenly realized they did. It was called the lingerie section.

“BBrrooow.” It seemed Gracie had something to say.

“So you think just waiting in underwear is a little too much?”

Gracie sauntered across the bed and proceeded to brush against me. She couldn’t care less what I wore as long as I was available for a scratch. Scratch. Oh Lord, my mind was in the gutter. I lifted my hand and proceeded to oblige her.

“I must be crazy,” I muttered to her. “Out of my friggin’ mind crazy.” I don’t know whether it was because it was Valentine’s Day or that I was feeling horny, but this adventure was way out of anything I would normally do. I looked at the bedside clock. Time was running out and I hadn’t decided what to wear. Answering the door in a bra and panties was not an option.

As if God was playing some kind of wicked joke on me, the doorbell rang. I grabbed a silk blouse and pants dashed into the living room to yell, “Just a minute!” I fell to the sofa and shimmied my pants on. I stood and started to put on the blouse then decided on the spur of the moment to remove my bra. The material was cool and smooth as I slipped on the blouse and did up the buttons. Bad idea. I’d be jumping on Maggie as she stepped through the door. I stuffed my bra under the sofa cushion and answered the door. The last button was secured as she came into my view.

“I was beginning to wonder if you would come,” I said uncertainly.

She looked me up and down. Butterflies were congregating in my stomach. She looked even better than I remembered her. I stood aside and let her enter my house. She waited for me to close the door. Obviously she wanted me to take the lead so no claims or counter-claims could be made later.

“Let me take your coat.” I watched her intently as she removed it and stared at the top button of her blouse as it strained to break loose with the movement. Never had I wanted to be anything more than I wanted to be that button. I hung her coat in the closet and invited her in. “Can I interest you in a coffee?”

“Another one?” she said with some amusement.

“Orange juice?”

“No thanks.”

“Water?” I asked desperately.

“If you don’t want this, just say so.” Maggie sat down on the sofa. My gaze skittered to where I hid the bra.

“No!” I said almost too eagerly. “Is this foolish?”

“Foolish? No. Exciting. Yes. It’s not like I’m going to tie you down and have my way with you.” Then she smiled.

Was she playing with me or was it her secret desire to do just that? I didn’t know anything about her. Was she a considerate lover? Would she stop if I asked her to? I gazed into her eyes. Maybe I was concerned about my ability to read a person’s sincerity. I sat down in a chair and not the sofa. When the blouse brushed against my skin and teased my nipples I felt the answering twinge in my crotch.

Maggie sat there and observed me. Her gaze dropped to my breasts and I knew she noticed my reaction. Her hands swept over the sofa and dropped down the side of the cushion. Suddenly my bra was in her hand. Her eyebrow rose.

“So that’s where it went,” I said weakly. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Do you really want to waste time with idle talk?” She swung the bra gently to illustrate her point.

My heart rate jumped. “I suppose not.” At least I was being honest.

Maggie stood up smoothly and reached out her hand. “Where’s the bedroom?” She watched me look to the right. “Come on,” she said gently.

I allowed her to pull me up and her hands moved to my waist. She tugged me toward her and her lips tilted upward for a kiss. My first thought was that they were warm. Warm and gentle. She pulled away and looked for my response. Before I knew what I was doing my hand rose to her neck and I pulled her in. I had to have another. My kiss was firmer because I wanted to imprint her lips on mine. Her perfume wafted around me and I inhaled. It was neither obnoxious nor overpowering. Instead it was a subtle enhancement of her. I liked it… a lot.

She removed her lips. “Whoa! There’s no hurry,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.” She grabbed my hand again. “Now, where’s the bedroom?”

I felt a little bit of a fool, but I tried to put it aside. Despite everything she promised, for the moment she was the one in control. I led her down the short passageway to my bedroom and flung open the door.


“Well, hello there.” Maggie dropped my hand and perched herself on the edge of the bed. Gracie sauntered over and brushed herself against her. Maggie reached out and scratched Gracie’s head. “What’s its name?”

“Gracie,” I answered automatically. My mind was still hovering over the thought of her lips against mine.

“That’s an unusual name. Isn’t it Gracie?” Maggie fingers wandered, scratching whatever the cat presented to her.

“My grandma loved Gracie Fields.” I moved to the bed and grabbed the cat. “If she sees both of us on the bed she’ll want to join in.”

Maggie shook her head vigorously. “Now that’s an image I want to forget.”

“Give me a moment.” I closed the door, carried the cat to the kitchen and put her on the floor. Promptly, I put food in her bowl and checked the water. “Stay out of trouble,” I said. I warned her all the time but she rarely listened to me. If she could talk she’d say, “a cat’s got to do what a cat’s got to do.” Suddenly I wondered who was in charge in this household.

My hand hovered over the door handle. This was it. I opened the door and stood there in a state of shock. She lay on my bed only in bra and panties. The bedside lamp had been switched on and it cast a muted light over her reclining body. There were enticing hills and valleys accentuated by patches of darkness. 

Maggie didn’t say a word. Instead she watched me, her eyes glistening in the low light. If ever I doubted my sexuality Maggie put it to rest. She wanted me.

“Got rid of the cat?” she said in a low voice.

“I didn’t put her down, if that’s what you mean.” She laughed and I felt a shiver down my spine.

“What are you waiting for?”

It seemed my hand was still on the door handle. I looked at it as it firmly grasped the cold metal. No matter what I did I couldn’t pry it away. Maggie rolled off the bed and strolled over to me. “Having problems?” I nodded like an idiot. Her hand sat over mine and slowly lifted it away.

While she did this I fixed my eyes on her shoulder and watched the muscles move under her skin. I breathed in her scent and smiled. She looked up at me and we stood there, hand in hand, staring at one another from about six inches apart. I couldn’t help myself; I let my gaze roam over her face and body. This close I could see the fine hairs on her cheek and upper chest. Her bra was semi transparent and her nipples peeked through the thinly-veiled material.

“Breathe,” she whispered.

I hadn’t realized that I’d been holding my breath, but she noticed. Her hand left mine and slid up the silky material sitting on my arm. She played with my collar for a moment before starting to slide down to the buttons.

“May I?”

I nodded dumbly. Oh yeah, I was living right in the middle of stupid central. Almost agonizingly she undid the buttons, popping one by one slowly until my shirt lay open. Maggie stepped into my personal space and slid her hands inside my shirt and along my back. She nuzzled my neck before kissing it.

I hadn’t even noticed that my hands had found her back and were slowly rising to her neck and hair. My head shifted slightly to give Maggie more room to move, and she took that as a sign that I was compliant to whatever she had in mind. When her tongue touched my neck I jumped.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect that.” I hoped I had said it apologetically enough that she would continue. Her tongue returned to where it had left off and continued to lave my skin. I must have hummed because I felt her smile against my neck.

“Good, huh?” she mumbled.

“You know it is,” I replied. I pulled her tightly against me and I rubbed my nipples against her. My hands lowered and found her bra. My idiot self reared up and fumbled with the clasp. “Goddamit!” I whispered.

“This is not your day, is it?”

Her hand joined mine and with a quick twist she had undone it. She did with one hand what I couldn’t do with two. “Looks like it.”


“And if I kill you in the process?”

“Then I’d die a happy woman.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Unless you’re planning to go Basic Instinct on me, I think I’ll be safe.”

“The night’s still young.”

She laughed and she stepped away from me. The bra fell and I stared… again. They were the most beautiful pair of breasts I had ever seen. Suddenly I felt very inadequate.

“Now what’s wrong?”

“Your breasts…,” I started to say then blushed, “… they’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. And what’s the problem with my breasts?”

“Not yours… mine.”

I watched as Maggie’s eyes dropped to the breasts in question for a moment before returning the look to me. “I rather like your breasts. I always thought mine were a little on the large side. Yours, however, are perfect.” To illustrate her point, her hands rose to cup them and her thumbs brushed lightly over the tips.

My heart was thumping wildly in my chest, almost to the point of pain. I just stood there and allowed her to caress me because the feeling was too good to stop. “What?”

“Nothing. You closed your eyes so I must be doing something right,” she said.

“I did?” I didn’t remember closing my eyes but, then again, I was wrapped up in the moment. “Very right. That feels so good.”

Maggie smiled again. “I aim to please.” She moved toward me and her lips slipped back to my neck, beginning where she had left off moments before. Her hands peeled off my shirt to leave me naked from the waist up. Maggie’s fingers played lightly on my skin as they slowly inched their way toward my pants. She found the button and zipper and moments later the pants dropped to the floor.

Her hands were again busy, sliding restlessly over me. I could feel my legs beginning to quiver. “I’ve got to sit.” I didn’t want to appear a fool collapsing on the floor. I lifted my feet out of my pants and she walked me over to the bed. Maggie gave a gentle push and I fell back and bounced on the mattress.

“What’s that?”

I glanced down to what she was pointing at. “It’s a tattoo.”

“Really?” One side of her mouth rose in a half-smirk. “My, my, my, you are full of surprises.” She reached for my panties and pulled them down my legs. “And where does the tattoo end?”

I could feel the blush start from where the tattoo ended, slowly traveling up my body inch by inch. “You’ll probably find out,” I said nervously. What if she didn’t like tattoos? It had been a foolish prank on my part to even get the damned thing, let alone where it ended.

I lay back on the mattress, leaning on my elbows. Maggie stood at the end of the bed watching me. I could feel the heat from where I was and I was ready to squirm. Her hands moved to her panties and she peeled them down her legs. She stood there and allowed me to look as long as I wanted to. When I reached for her she moved, easily sliding up the bed and into my arms.

As soon as her skin touched mine I knew everything would be all right. I kissed her enthusiastically and she responded likewise. Her tongue found mine and we reveled in the feeling for a while.

Maggie raised herself on her hands and pressed her hips into mine. Despite my best efforts I couldn’t stop a groan. She grinned at me in victory. Oh yes, this war had already been won and she had barely begun.

Maggie wriggled and gently pushed my legs apart. She slowly slid down until her head was level with my breasts. Her tongue darted out and flicked a nipple. It was so quick that I barely acknowledged the touch. She touched it again with a long, leisurely swipe. This time it was something I couldn’t ignore and I bit my lip to stop any sound escaping.

She continued to tease me, waiting each time for some sort of capitulation from me. When I thought I would finally surrender Maggie moved again, sliding her torso over my nether lips. It was sheer torture as the downward motion added to the sensitivity of my clitoris. Damn the woman.

“Let’s see where this tattoo leads,” she murmured. We both knew the answer but she made her intention abundantly clear. The previous torture was just the beginning. Could I survive this? I wanted to, but would she let me?

I lay back and closed my eyes. For this journey I would use my sense of touch. The hair tickled as she brushed it aside, moments before I felt her. It was an almost tentative touch on her part at first, but the uncertainty was replaced with confidence when I didn’t flinch. Like she said, she wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. And oh, I wanted this.

Her tongue slid easily over me, discovering my texture, taste and smell. I thought I heard her squeak, but I wasn’t sure. She licked at me passionately, her tongue changing shape and pressure as her demand needed. I could barely hold in the noise I wanted to make. I feared if I expressed how I felt she would stop. It was a silly thought really because I knew she would continue her assault with even more enthusiasm, but it was a fear nonetheless.

Suddenly the climb had finished and I was standing at the pinnacle that had only one way to go… down. I wanted it, but I didn’t. But what I wanted or didn’t want was out of my hands. My body now had control and my mind couldn’t stop it. The urge for completion was paramount and I was preparing for the leap that would let me fly unimpeded. It was a heady descent, filled with both utter abandon and sheer terror. Would she catch me after the fall or would I crash on the rocks of misfortune below?

Despite my insistence on silence, a whimper escaped me. There may have been more, I wasn’t sure, because my mind was residing in heaven and I really didn’t care. Maggie had kept me afloat on the winds of passion and it was glorious.

Suddenly the extreme pleasure turned to pain. Not an agonizing pain but more a pain associated with too much of a good thing. She had pleasured me to the point where my body said “no more”. I didn’t think that was possible, but here I was.

When I was finally back in my own skin I lifted my head to look at her. She grinned impishly at me.

“Don’t say it!” I growled.

“I won’t say a thing.”

“No, but you’re thinking it, smart ass.” I smiled at her to take the sting out of my words. “You are dangerous.”

“Thank you.”

When she made no move to join me I reached out for her. Maggie slid up my body quickly and I held her tightly in my arms. “And thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.”

Even though Maggie had worn me out I felt a need to reciprocate. Her hand came down on mine. “Later.”

“You don’t… ?” I was confused.

“Let’s have a snooze first. There’s no hurry.”

“Maybe we can have dinner after the sleep.”

“Good idea. I think I’ll need it.” She gazed into my eyes with a promise.

“I think you’re right.” It was going to be a long night.

* * *

It was, indeed, a long night, hence the sleep-in in the morning. I woke to find Maggie underneath me, her arms securely wrapped around me. My movement must have woken her.

“Hey,” I murmured hoarsely.

“Back at ya,” she replied. “Was that all right?”

“You’re kidding, right? That was great.”

“And I didn’t smile,” she said smugly.

“Didn’t smile? You couldn’t wipe that ridiculous grin off your face.”

“Awww, come on Di, I tried my best. And what was with the brush off?”

“I had to make you work for it.” Surely she would have realized that I would have gone with her anyway.

“I was about to give up.”

I kissed Cal passionately. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Do I get another chance next year?”

“No,” I said, “I have a wicked idea…”




Author’s Note:  If you haven’t guessed already, this is a sequel to “Dangerous Liaisons”. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!




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