Kate Educates Jacob #5
Only Coffee
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“It’ll take you hours to get home in this weather and traffic. Come in to my apartment. I have great coffee, and you can leave later when the carnage subsides.”
Kate activated a remote control, opening an underground parking lot roller door, and I drove down into the dry, away from the violent weather.
She whisked us to her tenth-floor penthouse apartment using a private elevator. When I walked into the marble-floored foyer of her apartment, I couldn’t help being impressed by its size, grandeur and meticulous neatness.
Her place must have a going over every day by an army of professional cleaners, and I was sure that they used a spirit level and ruler to line everything up.
“I like neatness Jacob.”
I wasn’t sure if she explained casually or if this was chapter one on how to please Kate.
While she fixed us coffee, I browsed the living room, admiring art, sculptures and her exquisite taste in furniture. The view over the bay area through floor to ceiling panoramic tinted windows was spectacular, and I hovered, enjoying the squall developing into a massive storm outside.
On one apartment wall, Kate had hung a set of prints in ornate gold frames. I peered close to observe the detail, and it surprised me. I moved to the next, checking whether the theme was consistent, and it was.
An elegant lady, I assumed to be Kate, wore an ankle length, black, figure hugging dress, while seated casually on a man’s back who knelt on all fours as if he were a chair.
The woman’s dress was split to her waist and her seat wore a white tuxedo with a black bow tie, and nothing else. It seemed she readied herself for an evening out while he provided the comfort for her to do so.
I glanced through the other prints, and each piqued my attention. The model looked the same, and I felt certain it was my boss. A familiar stirring dragged me away to the windows, hoping the erotic images would fade from my memory and I wouldn’t embarrass myself with an untimely erection, or possibly more.
What if I cum in my pants? Oh fuck!
The city lights looked beautiful even through the lens of a heavy downpour. I noticed a seductive aroma and the light tinkling of piano jazz lifting my senses as if preparing for a seduction.
I felt happy, no, content, safe and free to do, say and be whomever I wished. Kate smiled every time I looked in her direction, always making and maintaining eye contact, as if that were important.
I feel important to her.
Kate sidled close beside me without being suggestive, passing a cappuccino. She’d sprinkled a chocolate love heart on top, winking cheekily.
“I know the server at Bean Cafe who likes you a great deal and asks me about the handsome English guy all the time.”
“Could be anyone.”
I enjoyed her laughter and felt some value in causing that.
Kate tilted the side of her head gently onto my shoulder, sipping from her cup. I felt stunned by her closeness of her to me, practically exploding in mind, body and inside my pants.
How did this happen? Has she wanted me for as long as I’ve yearned for her?
“Why are you and Tiffany incompatible?”
Her questions were always simple, the answers not so much. Embarrassingly, I felt blood surge into my penis for the third time today.
“I don’t know what to say,” I replied honestly.
“I thought we’d established that the truth is always best.”
She waited patiently for an answer. Kate glued her head to my shoulder, and I dared not move an inch for fear I might lose the moment. Her scent and presence elevated my desire to share, ripping down barriers in my mind that closeted my feelings.
“I’m not withholding anything, I just… really, don’t know the answer.”
“Take your time and think it through.”
I can’t guess how long we stood together in absolute silence while I gathered my thoughts, but I enjoyed every moment of her closeness and appreciated the patience she had for me.
The weather made for a sensuous backdrop, adding gravitas to my mood as I felt my life turning towards an opportunity beckoning.
Rain lashed violently at the apartment windows while city lights blinked out as people turned in for the night, shutting down their homes until morning. Windows, like stars, disappeared behind clouds scudding through during the night.
I felt comfortable, aside from my obvious arousal. I hoped Kate knew I wanted her, but not just for the moment. In a few hours, she’d delved gently into my mind and soul, providing more comfort than I’d felt in years.
“What did you say to Tiffany?”
“She won’t bother you ever again. Maybe she’ll have a newfound appreciation for you.”
“I’m not interested in her.”
“Not as a girlfriend. I meant as a friend, co-worker and someone that just saved her from a terrible choice.”
I thought about that and could only imagine Tiffany’s last thought before descending into a drunken slumber was to avoid crossing Kate.
“I want a different type of relationship, something with substance, on a higher plane of existence. It’s difficult to explain.”
“Try, Jacob, please. You can make a breakthrough for yourself and get to a happier place if you take your time and share.”
Her head stayed on my shoulder, feeling like a comfort blanket, encouraging me while I considered a response. The view from Kate’s apartment was magnificent, and the lightning storm outside electrified my mood inside.
My body chemistry lifted, knowing we probed one another's romantic heart. Her living room felt peaceful, and her presence calmed and inspired me.
“I want to feel worthy. A woman that considers me worthy is what I want. Tiffany wanted a trivial, sexual quickie and I won’t settle for a relationship that lacks depth and meaning. I want full immersion.”
She said nothing, letting me think my way through a full answer.
“I want to be emotionally available without being taken advantage of, without the pressure of having to talk, do, think, or be anything that I don’t want when I’m with my girlfriend. I want a strong and decent woman, one that isn’t cruel or selfish and doesn’t score points by striking down my emotions or attacking my deepest feelings.”
My hand shook, but the heart in the cup remained solid when I sipped my coffee.
What message is she sending me?
I paused for several minutes.
“I definitely don’t want Tiffany.”
Kate lifted her head and turned to me, smiling.
“She prefers bad boys and almost ended up with a couple of them tonight, but for you.”
“Why am I the only one that didn’t know she prefers bad boys?”
“You don’t gossip and really weren’t that interested in her. Do you dislike her?”
“I don’t dislike anyone. I get angry in the moment like I did with Sam and Charlie, but my annoyance passes quickly because I don’t really care about them.”
“What about Tiffany? Why step in tonight after her behaviour towards you?”
“They would have taken advantage of a vulnerable woman. I won’t let that happen if I can help, no matter whether or not I like her.”
Her blue pools of affection scanned my face, drawing me in. I felt my heart beat faster, my head got lighter, and cock almost fully erect because she stripped me of my armour.
“Tell me what you want?”
I knew the answer, but it was too embarrassing to explain and everything moved so quickly that I couldn’t process properly.
Is she interested in me? The heart on the coffee suggests, yes.
Our ages were similar, both in our late twenties. She was tall, a good match for my height. Kate was kind, intelligent, and beautiful. I knew she would easily command respect in any room with people from any background.
Is she my type?
It was hard to tell, almost like my perky penis.
“You studied my wall prints. Do you like them?”
“Umm… I was surprised.”
“Why?”
“I’ve seen nothing like that before.”
“You must have seen pornography.”
“Yes, but that’s not the same thing, because your prints are more like art, and not at all crude.”
The images had turned me on. They had a romantic and sexual sophistication.
“I commissioned the photographer, and I think they’re tasteful, exotic and erotic. Did you agree they’re sensual?”
“They look fun and thought provoking. I really like them.”
“Did they provoke your thoughts, Jacob?”
My heart skipped a beat. Kate honed in on my feelings, stripping me to a vulnerable core while provoking me to flee or commit. She’d taken us to a place where only truth and love matters.
“Yes, they did.”
“Would you like to wear that tuxedo? I have it hanging in my closet.”
She giggled, but I knew it was the most serious question of my life. She made me feel worthy.
“I err, I want… umm… well Kate, it’s like-.”
I spluttered like a fool until she placed her index finger on my lips, quietening me.
“Shh, just say what you feel… and be honest. It’s a simple question.”
“I’d love to wear it.”
She seemed delighted, and her face lit up.
“That was easy. Now, why not springboard from there?”
She wrapped an arm around my waist as if encouraging and protecting me.
“Those photographs are a test, a means by which I can judge your suitability.”
“Suitability for what?”
“For me, of course, but you knew that. Why not tell me more about your needs?”
I felt relaxed, past the tipping point of knowing whether Kate wanted me.
“I want a woman that considers me a hero rather than an accessory or a partner in crime, a strong, dominant woman who is invested in me, as I am in her.”
Thinking about the set of prints on her walls caused me to pause. I’d studied one and caught glimpses of the others, but one print that really stood out was of a princess standing in front of her knight who kneeled to have battle colours conferred upon him.
“I really like your prints.”
“Yes, I can see that you do, Jacob.”
“Are those prints of you?”
“Yes, and I still have all the props, including the sword and shield. I paid models and a professional photographer, then commissioned giclée prints to protect the originals.”
She stroked my back encouragingly, then with a single nail, she drew her finger downwards from just below my neck to my waist, sending shivers through me, raising goosebumps on my arms.
I was on fire, jolted by the carnal force of nature that commands humans to fall in love then procreate.
“Is there anything else you’d like to confess? Leave nothing out, you’re safe with me.”
“I want a female led relationship, Kate.”
My emotions surged almost to a state of euphoria. I’d finally said it aloud. It was the first time I’d told anyone my deepest desire.
I’d read about female led relationships and female dominance on blogs, psyche-analytical magazine opinion pieces and on counselling websites. There were different levels in the dynamic and while my understanding was limited, I needed this sort of relationship to thrive.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kate said, without judging me. “Unlike the bulge in your trousers.”
I collapsed onto a sofa nearby, embarrassed, covering myself.
“What about you?”
I asked more defensively than I’d intended, trying to steer the conversation away from my embarrassment.
“Oh Jacob, please don’t feel embarrassed. Isn’t it obvious what I want? The evidence is all around you.”
“In the prints?”
“I want a knight in shining armour kneeling before me, as a strong, dependable man who’ll submit to my authority. I want love, obedience, trust, and loyalty.”
She stared solidly at me before joining me on the sofa, leaning close so that I could see the truth speak from her eyes.
“I want a man who will stand up for others, protect the weak and vulnerable, precisely as you did tonight. Could that man be you?”
She left her question hanging and walked back to the windows to watch the perfect storm outside, while leaving another in her wake.
Her closeness and fragrance had captivated me until she whipped it away and I felt lost. As if an umbilical were attached, her wake dragged me off the sofa, leading me to follow her on slightly wobbly legs.
“I really hope so.” I replied in a croaking voice.
“I think you’re a man who is worthy of me.”
“May I get a first date?”
She steadied her gaze, assessing me carefully, looking up and down as if I were a prize and she wanted to study what she might win.
“Your pupils are dilated, Jacob.”
“Yours are too.”
“Does that answer your question?”
She smiled lovingly and leaned forward, moving her body close to mine, slipping my palm into her hand, and squeezing tightly. Kate tilted her head slightly and brushed my lips with hers. I felt the luxury of her skin against mine when our cheeks collided.
Her tongue explored me gently at first, her silken lips prised mine apart, searching for my soul. I felt electrified and had my answer that Kate wanted me, and I felt elated.
When we stopped kissing after a few minutes, we embraced passionately. I held her close and felt her knees buckle when mine did. She kissed me harder, and I responded until she called time. I felt her curves merge into my body, sending thrills echoing through the chambers of my heart.
When I lingered, holding on to her, she moved away, smiling, while still holding my hand. I knew she’d felt my erect cock against her; it was unavoidable, and I thought she’d deliberately rubbed against me but couldn’t be certain.
“If you’re well behaved… yes, a first date shall be granted, Jacob.”
She held me loosely, with her arm wrapped around my waist, her head still leaned on my shoulder, and we stared into the violent night, together. The storm would not yield as I had done, and its lightning scarred the heavens briefly with rolling thunder following it seconds behind. The universe acknowledged my honesty and my heart soared.
After a couple of minutes, she gently pulled me with her.
“Please wash our cups.”
She fluffed the cushions where I’d landed roughly on the sofa and tidied while I cleaned.
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