Macy’s Awakening by Pepper Anthony Page A

lotion on her hands and ran them down over her breasts, cupping them, fingering the nipples until they peaked. Her breath hitched as she detected the faint stirrings of arousal once again, just as if there was a wire telegraphing signals from her nipples to her pussy. How awesome was that? The response was starting to be predictable now. She was beginning to know herself. What Jerrod had awakened in her on their one night together, she had really expanded upon this afternoon with the vibrator. With just a little practice, she’d learned to tease her own clit with it and pump it in and out of her pussy until she brought herself to a crashing orgasm. Alone with the sensations, she had felt free to really let go and enjoy herself.
    It had been a fantastic and fun experience, just like Leticia promised it would be.
    But it wasn’t the same as making love with Jerrod. Now that she understood things so much better, all she could think about was inviting him into her bed again. She wanted to feel his mouth tugging on her breasts, his tongue curling between her pussy lips, his rock-hard cock moving inside her.
    And she wanted to know more. What about putting her mouth on his cock? As she thought about licking and sucking him, wondering how he might taste, a telltale dampness trickled between her thighs. She grinned at her reflection and gave herself a thumbs-up in the mirror. It was time to leave the rest of her innocence behind and take a more active role in things.
    She dressed in a light summer top that was so sheer her nipples showed right through, and a short denim skirt with no panties underneath. Pink lipstick to make her lips look kissable, a little smoky mascara, and she was ready to knock Jerrod off his pedestal of self-control once and for all.
    Her plan was to make him a yummy roast chicken dinner and have it waiting on the table when he got home. They would eat together leisurely, giving him plenty of chances to notice her nipples peeking at him, and if she dared, she might even give him a flash up her skirt. He’d be helpless to resist her then. Wouldn’t he?
    But when she came downstairs to the patio, she saw the kitchen door standing open. A glance outside the gate showed his car parked there. He was already home. So much for dinner waiting on the table.
    “Jerrod?” She wandered through the kitchen and down the hall.
    “Yeah? I’m home a little early. Just changing clothes,” he called down from his bedroom.
    Macy stood at the bottom of the stairs, chewing her lip, trying to decide. Was it now or never? Taking a deep breath, she climbed the stairs and walked into Jerrod’s room. He was standing shirtless, caught in surprise. She’d forgotten how broad and muscular his chest was, how sculpted his shoulders and arms were. Her pussy clenched as her eyes roved over him.
    “Macy!”
    “Hi, Jerrod. How was your day?” She walked toward him with her hands on her waist, letting her hips sway just a little. She saw his eyes move over her, taking in the sheer blouse and short skirt. He backed up a step or two, laying his shirt on the bed.
    “Uh. I was about to come find you. Thought maybe we’d go out for dinner tonight. I have something to tell you.”
    She came to a halt. The serious look on his face made butterflies suddenly dance in her tummy. Her plan of seducing him flew from her mind.
    “What?”
    “You want to know right now? Not over a cut of the city’s finest prime rib?”
    “Right now, please.”
    As he told her about Egan Jones and what his accomplice girlfriend had told the police, a huge sense of relief bubbled up inside her. She was going to be exonerated! She was going home!
    She rushed forward and threw her arms around Jerrod, not caring that he didn’t hug her back at first. Her only thoughts were of home.
    She pulled back and looked up into his face. “Thank you so much, Jerrod.”
    “I haven’t done much. Portland’s finest did all the leg work.”
    She shrugged, grinning. “Maybe,