IOU (MF, rom, slow) {4/6]
Chapter 4

At first conversation was stilted between them.  Ellie was tense with 
nervousness and was tempted to just drag Carl to the bedroom and get on
with it.  It wouldn't have been fair though, as he had obviously taken 
a good deal of time preparing a meal for her.  There were candles and 
flowers on the table and, true to his promise, he had cooked all her 
favourites.  From the glimpse she had of the kitchen it seemed that he 
cooked all the food from scratch instead of using pre-prepared packets 
as she had expected.  Even the chocolate cake was homemade.  She 
couldn't help but be impressed with the effort he had obviously put in.

He was nervous, too, to begin with but as the conversation turned to 
reminiscing they both relaxed and began to chat like old friends.  At 
last Ellie couldn't eat another morsel and she knew it was time to get 
down to the real business of the evening.  For a moment she felt a stab
of regret that they weren't just having a pleasant evening together but
she was determined to pay her IOU.  She was trying to think of a 
tactful way to suggest they made their way to the bedroom when Carl 
offered her a reprieve.

"I thought you might like to watch TV for a while.  It would give our 
stomachs a chance to go down."  He flushed as Ellie smiled quizzically 
at him.  "I'm no expert I just thought it would be better.  And I know 
you like watching 'Friends' and 'Spin City'.  Or I can tape them and we 
could watch BBC2 instead.  Whatever you want."

"I like both sides.  What's on BBC2 now that 'Game On' has finished?"  
Ellie asked, trying to regain their former camaraderie. 

"I think it's 'Blackadder Goes Forth'."

"Oh good, I love Blackadder.  Let's tape the American sitcoms and watch 
BBC2.  Okay with you?"

"Yes, no worries.  If you take the wine glasses, I'll bring the 
candles."

They settled down comfortably on the sofa in front of the TV.  It could 
almost have been a normal evening at Beth's house, except Beth wasn't 
there.  Ellie managed to forget what the purpose of the evening really 
was as they laughed at 'Blackadder' and tried to guess the answers to 
the questions in 'Never Mind the Buzzcocks'.  It seemed natural to 
rewind the tape and watch everything they had taped off Channel 4.  By 
the time they had watched everything it was after eleven o'clock and 
they both still had all their clothes on. 

The evening had not happened at all the way Ellie had planned but she 
had been enjoying herself too much to notice.  Ellie realised that even 
if the IOU hadn't committed her to it she would have quite liked to 
take Carl to bed anyway as a natural end to the evening.  There was a 
lot of the sweet little boy she had known in his character still with 
the added unexpectedness of changes which reminded her that he had 
grown up since she last saw him.  As he turned the TV off she moved 
closer to him until her lips were only inches from his.

"Why don't you show me which bedroom you're using?" she suggested, 
leaning forward and brushing her lips lightly across his mouth.

"It's the second on the left."  Carl answered her.

Ellie stood up and held out her hand to him.  "Lead the way then."  For 
a moment he hesitated, then he took her hand and led her up the stairs.
He was using the guest bedroom.  Ellie was relieved to see that it was 
furnished with a double futon.  Ellie had feared that it would have 
been difficult to be seductive when she kept falling off a single bed. 
She gently pushed him down onto the bed.

"Just lay back, leave everything to me and concentrate on enjoying 
yourself," she told him.  He seemed about to say something but she took 
his breath away by taking hold of the hem of her dress and removing it 
in one smooth movement.  Clad only in flimsy black stockings and a tiny 
scrap of black lace masquerading as a pair of knickers she knelt on the 
bed next to him.  Basking in the admiration evident in his eyes she 
stretched languorously, arching her back, then bent down to kiss him.

Kissing was always her favourite part and she took her time.  His mouth 
was warm and his lips were firm, no unpleasantly wet, slobbery kisses 
to be feared here.  She dropped tiny kisses along first his upper lip, 
then his lower, before plunging between them to explore the unknown 
cavern of his mouth.  Their tongues slid together, first one advancing 
then the other, in intimate exploration and discovery.  She lost track 
of time, as she became absorbed in the erotic investigation, almost 
forgetting that it was Beth's little brother she was kissing.  At last 
Ellie reluctantly drew back, breathless and tremulous.

"First thing we're going to do is get you undressed," she told him, 
suiting her actions to her words.  He must have joined a gym, she 
noticed appreciatively, using every opportunity to rub her naked skin 
against him.  Unsurprisingly, his penis was already hard.  Ellie turned 
her back to Carl's face and knelt across his body, leaning forward to 
take her weight on her hands.  She gently but firmly wrapped a hand 
around his penis and began to squeeze and stroke it.  Her other hand 
cradled his balls and began a similar massage.  She could hear Carl's 
breath begin to quicken and she smiled in satisfaction.

She had had a lot of practice giving blow-jobs and she intended giving 
Carl the full benefit of her experience.  She leaned closer and slid 
him into her mouth.  She sucked and licked and nibbled, using every 
variation she could think of.  She could feel Carl's muscles twitch and 
tense beneath her and his breath began coming in gasps.  Suddenly she 
felt his hands on her shoulders, forcibly pulling her back, just as he 
began to come.  She tightened her hand and helped him until he finished 
and his hands relaxed their grip on her shoulders.  Slightly puzzled 
she turned back to face him.  He was lying back with his eyes closed, a 
satisfied smile curving his mouth.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked.  He opened his eyes and his 
smile deepened.

"Just the opposite.  That was ten times better than I'd ever imagined. 
Absolutely incredible."

"So why did you pull me away?" 

"Well I didn't want to cum in your mouth," he replied.  

"Why not?" she persisted.

"Well, it wouldn't have been very nice for you, would it.  I've heard 
that it tastes horrible," he answered matter-of-factly.

"That's very considerate of you.  Now, to show I'm equally considerate,
I'll get something to clean you up."  She got a sponge from the 
bathroom and gently cleaned him.  His penis obviously enjoyed the 
attention it was getting as it was already beginning to grow again.  
Carl seemed slightly embarrassed at his body's reaction.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he said apologetically.

"Got no control over it, have you not?" she teased.

"Doesn't look like it.  You seem to have a lot of influence over it 
though."

"I do, don't I.  Let's see if I can have a similar effect on the rest 
of your body."  She had stopped on the way to the bathroom to collect 
her bag.  The ice had mostly melted but she tipped what was left into 
her wineglass.  He hadn't shown any inclination of a desire to be tied 
up or for role-playing so the only thing she decided to use was the 
feather.  She stood by the bed and removed her stockings and g-string 
as provocatively as she could.  Then she knelt astride his body again 
and went to work.  

She used every suggestion she could remember to arouse him.  She 
alternated between using her breasts, the feather, her nails and her 
mouth.  Parts of the body she would never have considered to be 
erogenous zones became sensitive under her attack.  She revelled in the 
reactions she was provoking from him.  Most of her previous lovers had 
liked to be in control.  She had never before had a chance to explore 
and stimulate a man however she chose.  She found that arousing Carl 
was also having a reciprocal effect on her own body.  Her insides felt 
as if they were melting, producing a flood of moisture between her 
thighs, leaving a hollow sensation that demanded to be filled.  She 
lightly dragged her nails along the inside of his arm one last time, 
before laying her body on top of his.  

His cock was trapped between her thighs and she could feel him 
instinctively moving his hips upward.  She grazed her teeth along his 
neck to his ear.  His hands were roving restlessly over her back and 
they clenched on her bottom as she delved inside his ear with the tip 
of her tongue.  She wriggled her hips downwards until the head of his 
cock was resting against her opening.  She raised herself up on her 
elbows so she could see his face, then with one swift move slid him 
inside her.  The muscles in his entire body became tense as the 
sensations shot through him and he gave a hoarse shout.  Slowly she 
began to rotate her hips.  His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at 
her.

"I knew it would feel good, but this!..."  he was lost for words.  
"You're so warm and wet and tight!  It's unbelievable!"

She smiled at his reaction, not accustomed to such appreciation.  She 
slowly slid him in and out, not wanting him to finish too soon.  She 
leant forward and brushed a nipple across his lips.  He needed no 
second invitation.  He eagerly cupped her breasts in his hands and 
began to explore them thoroughly.  He stroked and licked them, trying 
to give them both equal attention, until he gave up and squeezed them 
together so he could suck both nipples into his mouth at once.  
Tendrils of pleasure shot through Ellie and she forgot about taking 
things slowly.  She gyrated her hips faster and faster until inevitably 
he came, his body convulsing as his orgasm swept through him.

Exhausted Ellie slid sideways onto the bed, his pounding heartbeat 
under her ear an echo of her own.  Drowsily she heard him whisper 
'thank you, love' and lightly kiss the top of her head.  She waited 
until his breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep before 
disentangling herself.  She cleaned him up as best she could without 
disturbing him before going into the bathroom to tend to the stickiness 
on her own body.  

When she returned to the bedroom to collect her belongings she found 
Carl awake and waiting for her.

"You're not going to go now, are you Ellie?" 

"It's probably best if I do," she said, picking up her clothes.

"It's the middle of the night.  Come back to bed.  I'll cook your 
favourite breakfast for you in the morning; I brought everything 
especially," he offered.

"I suppose you think you know what my favourite is," she asked, amused.

"Of course.  If I'm right will you stay," he bargained.  She glared at 
him in exasperation.

"You seem to think you know everything there is to know about me."

"I wouldn't say everything, but I probably know you better than anyone 
else," he told her confidently.  For some reason his confidence annoyed 
her.

"No you don't.  You hardly know me at all.  I've done things that you 
wouldn't believe."  

"I've known you all my life, and I understand you better than anyone 
else.  There's nothing you've ever done that I wouldn't understand."

"Oh, really!" she challenged, driven by some barely understood need to 
shock his complacency.  "I once gave blow jobs to an entire football 
team and I had sex with four different men in one night.  Still think 
you know me?"

"Oh, Ellie," he sighed, smiling at her vehemence.

"Don't you believe me?"  she asked, infuriated by his reaction.

"If you said you did that, then I have no reason not to believe you.  
I'll bet any money you like, it wasn't your idea though.  In fact, it 
was probably that sleaze-ball of a boyfriend's idea.  What did he do, 
lose a couple of bets and you had to pay the penalty for him?"

"How did you know that?  It's impossible!  No one up here knew about 
it."

"I know you Ellie," Carl repeated patiently.  "It's not something you 
would do for enjoyment.  You would, however, do anything to please 
someone you love.  And you thought you loved that sleaze-ball."

"His name's Tim, not sleaze-ball," she informed him, trying to regain 
some control over the conversation.  "What did you get for breakfast?"

"Fresh orange juice, mushrooms, grilled bacon, scrambled eggs, Scotch 
pancakes and lots of strong coffee."

"Looks like you're right again, that's my favourite. So I'll have to 
stay for breakfast then," she said, dropping her clothes onto a chair. 
He pulled back the quilt for and she snuggled down into bed next to 
him.  Sometime later she woke up to hear him snoring and automatically 
elbowed him in the ribs.  He came half awake and obediently rolled on 
to his side, cuddling into her back and wrapping his arm around her 
waist.  Feeling strangely contented, she drifted back to sleep.

When she next awoke, she was alone in the bed.  From the bathroom she 
could hear the muted splashing of the shower so it was easy to deduce 
Carl's whereabouts.  She had enjoyed herself the previous evening much 
more than she had expected.  Feeling generous, she decided to give Carl 
a bonus.  

The shower was in an alcove at the head of the bath, with a low shelf 
to one side and mirrors on the walls.  Carl was standing under the fall 
of water with his eyes closed so he didn't realise Ellie had joined him 
until her soapy hands closed around his penis.  After the first shock 
he was extremely pleased to see her.  They spread soap over each other, 
then used their bodies to rub it in.  The sensation of slick wet skin 
sliding against slick wet skin was arousing them both.  Carl was bolder 
than the previous night, making the most of this opportunity to explore 
her body as thoroughly as possible.  The sensuous glide of his 
saponaceous hands and the continuous patter of the water soon had Ellie 
squirming helplessly.  

Eager to feel him inside her, she turned and rested one knee on the 
shelf.  She braced her foot against the side of the bath and used her 
hands to guide Carl's penis to where she urgently wanted it to be.  He 
wrapped his arm around her to help support her weight and began to 
thrust into her.  Ellie was helpless to move and so Carl set the pace. 
His free hand continued to roam over her body and his mouth was busy 
kissing her neck and whispering endearments.  At last he climaxed and 
the spasm deep inside her triggered Ellie's own orgasm.  

He gently pulled her off the shelf and tenderly finished washing her 
hair and body.  His consideration touched Ellie.  He seemed to enjoy 
taking care of her almost as much as he had enjoyed their lovemaking.  
She didn't object when he wrapped her in a towel and began drying her. 
It was a novel and relaxing experience for Ellie to have a man comb the 
tangles from her hair and massage her scalp.  Not having a change of 
clothes with her she borrowed his shirt and, feeling happier than she 
could remember feeling in a long time, she followed him downstairs to 
watch him prepare breakfast.