The Day of Legion by Craig Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

The cougar is on the prowl tonight. The cougar is thirsty. John found her repulsive, especially next to Rachael; she radiated class. The ‘cougar’ reminded him of a female version of himself back when he had trawled the bars looking for women for sex.
    She was dressed in tight black leatherette pants, black high heels and a blouse that barely covered her breasts and exposed her belly. He thought her boobs looked fake, but didn’t really care. More power to Patrick if that’s what he wanted. He guessed that was the case, as Patrick escorted the ‘cougar’ out the door and headed in the direction of home with his hand on her butt. The last thing John heard was her voice trailing off. The cougar is purring.
    After everyone had left, Rachael sat next to him with her hand on his knee. She gradually got closer over the last half hour, and felt comfortable enough to touch him lightly. He was quite happy with that, and returned the caress with his hand on her forearm.
    He felt a little nervous about how he would end the evening when she leaned in closer and whispered in his ear. “Take me home.”
    “Oh, sure,” he replied. “Where do you live?”
    She laughed, and he thought he could listen to that laugh all night.
    “I meant, take me home to your place.”
    He felt his face redden.
    “Are you blushing?” she asked, half laughing at him.
    “Yes. I am.”
    She laughed a little louder as he took her hand and walked to the street. His heart was beating fast and he was nervous. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and he didn’t want to mess it up by making a move on her; what if she meant she wanted coffee at his place?
    On the walk home, they changed from holding hands to arms around each other’s waists. She nuzzled into his neck and lightly kissed it. He felt his excitement rise and hoped the bulge in his pants wasn’t too conspicuous. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything.
    They reached the apartment building and entered the reception area. At the elevator, Rachael reached around and placed her hand lightly on his groin and pressed gently. She returned his look with a smile that told him, no, she didn’t just want coffee.
    When they walked past Patrick’s apartment door, John was sure he heard the redhead growling like a cat, but Rachael didn’t notice or didn’t care. An image of the naked cougar on all fours scratching at Patrick’s leg almost made him laugh; if he wasn’t so nervous he probably would have.
    Inside, he poured them both glasses of water. He turned and looked across the apartment, saw her sitting on the long, white sofa. From where he was standing, he saw her from side profile with the light behind her. She was looking out the open folding doors at the night sky. She looked absolutely perfect. Her golden brown skin contrasted against the pale fabric of the sofa. She had one leg crossed over the other, and one of her shoes was hanging off. She sensed him watching and turned her gaze toward him.
    She inhaled deeply and slowly. “Come to me.”
    John walked over and gave her one of the glasses of water. She took it and placed it on the glass table next to the sofa. She then took his glass and placed it next to hers. She took his hand and pulled him toward her and at the same time moved herself into a lying position. He lay on top of her, his chest against hers.
    She kissed him tenderly, slowly pushing her tongue into his mouth, pressing it against the tip of his tongue. He responded by swirling his tongue around hers and stroking her face gently.
    They kissed and talked for fifteen minutes before he led her to the bedroom. She pushed him on the bed and remained standing, looking down at him. She began to sway gently, dancing to music only she could hear. Slowly, sensually, Rachael slipped her dress off and let it slip to the floor. Her naked breasts were pert and smooth. John looked at her nipples, erect and tight.
    She slid her panties off and stepped out of them before