Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 10:44:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Lickerish Subject: Cock Snob Chapters 18 and 19 Warning! If you are not of legal age to read stories that contain erotic subject matter or you are offended by the erotic subject matter contained herein do not read any further. All rights to this story are retained by the author. This story is protected under applicable copyright laws and may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author. Comments and critics on the story are welcome and may be directed to Richard: Email: richardlickerish "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Cock Connoisseur Cock Snob By Dick Lickerish Chapter XVII: Dee and Dinner A romantic dinner for two at the Terra Rossa Restaurant in the Red Rock; the room was buzzing with conversation, waiters were moving about taking orders, serving dishes and refilling beverage containers. All I could do was gaze around the room looking at the grandness of it all. Some dinner guests were looking at Dee and me smiling, while others paid us no attention going about eating their meals. We were seated at a romantic VIP reserved table for two. Occasionally, a camera flash would go off in our direction from somewhere in the restaurant. My last night in Vegas with a beautiful woman companion was the pinnacle of my stay. I sat mesmerized by all the hustle and bustle, while waiting for the antipasto platter and drinks to arrive. Once the pre-meal nibbles arrived I was taken by the size of the olives saying, "I love those big olives and also the artichoke hearts," as I began nibbling at the appetizer platter. I noticed Dee eyeing me. "You remind me of Commander Riker," Dee said. "Who?" "Commander William T. Riker, Number One, Star Trek The Next Generation," Dee said sharply. "Oh yeah, Start Trek The Next Generation," I replied a little embarrassed. "You know, you remind me a little of Jonathan Frakes' character, especially when he was younger and with your dark beard. The dark hair and the well-trimmed beard definitely makes you sexy looking." "Thank you for the compliment, and may I say that you look ravishing tonight, much more attractive than the real life Britney by the way. Oh yes, you look scrumptious enough to eat. I'd rather have you for dinner than what's on the menu." Suddenly, our conversation was interrupted with the appearance of the wine steward. Dee ordered a bottle of wine for our dinner. Once the sommelier departed Dee sat across from me smiling a very seductive smile. "What are you smiling at? I asked. "You have such a way with your words. You give me goose bumps. You know, just the fact that you are already taken, and the fact that I don't think I've got a chance in Hell of getting to first base with you bothers me." "How's that?" "I want you in the worst way, but I'm not a home wrecker. I would never get in between you and your lover; however, if you all ever split up I'd like to have a chance to make you happy." I wasn't sure if Dee was trying to seduce me or just playing around. She was aware that I had a partner and I thought much of her for not trying to jump in to bed with me for a one night stand. My old time core values had held me at bay when it came to a sexual conquest with Dee. For tonight we would simply enjoy the night together. Dee had ordered Shrimp Scampi and some thin pizza before getting into our Caesar salad. I think Dee was having as good a time as I was that Thursday night. Finally, the main course arrived, mine was the Swordfish and Dee's the steak. The waiter began refilling our water glasses and pouring each of us a glass of wine. I tasted the Swordfish, it was spot-on. I offered Dee a bite and she returned the favor with a piece of her scrumptious steak for me to taste. We continued eating without saying a word to each other; every once in while we would trade glances and bites of fish and steak. The dinner was so romantic. I thought about that first time Jason and I shared our romantic dinner together. I finished my meal first, wiping my hands and mouth with the cloth napkin and then took a drink of wine. I wasn't driving, so drinking more than I should didn't bother me that night. Our waiter had been by two or three times as we ate asking how our meals were and did we need anything else. Now, he was back asking about desert. We both passed on desert, but did order coffee. As we sat staring at each other sipping our coffee Dee was rubbing my leg sensuously with her toes under the table. As Dee played with me I was fast becoming aroused. I wondered what her sweet lips would feel like wrapped around the head of my cock and her tongue tantalizing the frenulum area. She knew what she was doing, the little tease. I wondered how lucky I might get tonight; maybe a blowjob, at least a hand job. Every since meeting Dee I had been entertaining fitful fantasies about her and I making love. I dreamt that while I was eating her pussy her clit began growing, transforming into the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. Not a huge one, not a small one, just an average size cock but with a gorgeous glans. A nice set of nuggets nestled in a hairless scrotal sac hanging at the base of that beautiful cock. I would compare Jason's cock with Dee's phantom fantasy cock. Of course I was feeling guilty thinking about Jason, comparing the two. I hadn't heard from Jason since he arrived with his unit. I wondered where he was and what he was doing. I knew he was deployed to Afghanistan fighting for that country's freedom from tyranny and terrorism. What bugged me was he was trying to stay alive while I was enjoying a fine dinner, wine and the company of a fine lady. I could only hope and pray for his safety. After we finished our dinner we got up and left the restaurant to continue the night of merriment. Dee was snuggled up next to me in the car as we dropped by first one casino and then the other for drinks and dancing. The evening dinner and Las Vegas excitement with Dee had definitely capped my vacation. In a few hours my time in Vegas and with Dee would be over and I'd be flying back to Long Beach to prepare for the fall semester. We drank and partied until the wee hours. The night came and went without any sex. As I got out of the car before going back to my room I asked Dee, "Will I ever see you again?" "Hopefully." "Here's my card," I said handing her my small university business card, "My home e-mail address and personal cell number is written on the back. If you are ever in Long Beach give me a call." "Sure will, Baby." With that said I closed the door and watched the white Town Car whisk Dee off in the early morning predawn darkness to wherever she was headed. I staggered back to my room where I fell across the bed for a few hours of shuteye before flying back to Long Beach. Chapter XVIII: Losing Jason I arrived at my office on the university campus Monday morning where I began preparing for the hectic first week of fall semester. There were two e-mails from Jason in my inbox. I read them and made a short reply. I was happy to hear that the area in which he was assigned was relatively secure. He said that he was just putting in his time and couldn't wait until he was back at school in Long Beach. Of course that was code for back in my arms. As I finished reading the last e-mail my cell phone went off. The display indicated a restricted number. I wondered who could be calling me. I answered the phone to discover it was Jason's mother on the other end. She sounded very distraught. Through her bereavement she wanted to inform me that Jason had been killed in action. In accordance with his written wishes I was to be notified of his death immediately. Jason had added me to those names of family and friends to be contacted if he should die. I sat in my chair in front of my desk in utter shock listening to Jason's mother. She asked me if I could possibly attend the memorial service for Jason and if I could prepare a short eulogy as I'd known him when he was a student attending the university. She told me that Jason talked about me a good bit during the time he was a student and before he deployed. She said that he considered me a true friend and mentor. If only his mother knew how close friends we'd become. We continued talking. I could tell she needed a sympathetic ear. Ending the call she told me that she would keep me informed as to when his body would arrive in the United States as well as a tentative date for memorial services. I told her I would notify school administrators and the school media with regard to his death. She thanked me and hung up. I immediately began going through the motions making phone calls regarding Jason's untimely demise. After all the calls were made the full impact of the phone call from Jason's mother hit me. My friend and lover was gone. We would never share those conversations that had originally set the stage bringing us together for our initial meeting at my house. The memories came flooding back. I recalled that first time I saw him in my class and how that beautiful cock of his had fallen out of his running shorts for me to view. Then there were the innocent first meetings which would eventually lead me to cross the line, leading to our first sexual encounter and lover's bond. I would never hold Jason's warm body next to mine again. I broke down and began weeping. The crying finally subsided. I buried my pain inside. I had to as I had many things to do. I busied myself for the rest of the day preparing for my first classes on Thursday: the class where I'd fist seen Jason. I knew I had to begin to start putting things out of my mind or I would become useless. I needed to be on top of my game at least outwardly. There were more phone calls from Jason's mother updating me. I discovered that he'd been killed during my time in Las Vegas. I was having the time of my life while he lost his. I made arrangements with an outstanding teaching assistant to take my classes for the second week in September as well as airline reservations. Jason's mother met me at the airport when I arrived. She insisted that I let them put me up for my time with them for the memorial ceremony. I would sleep in Jason's room for my stay. Jason's room brought back so many memories. All of his accomplishments adorned the shelves and walls. I could almost smell his presence in the room. His mother had kept it just the way he left it when he joined the Marine Corps years before. Jason was the baby of the family. His mother doted on him. He could do no wrong in her eyes. I thought what a shame such a caring, compassionate and intellectual person was gone from life so quickly. The memorial service came and went. I spoke of Jason and his accomplishments in college. I also spoke of him as fine upstanding person and about our deep philosophical conversations. I didn't touch on any of our personal life. After the full military honors memorial service I attended the reception where I mixed with his family and friends. His ashes sat in the custom made container with a photograph of him in his dress blues behind a glass shield on the mantel. On the right was the triangular container with the America flag that had been presented to Jason's mother. On the left there was a glass face case that displayed all his military awards and decorations. The items on the mantel were all that was left of Jason; a proud Marine, loving son and my lover. The house was full of photos of Jason. Finally, it was time for me to fly back to Long Beach. I bid farewell to Jason's family at the airport and told them I'd stay in touch. Throughout the next months I called Jason's mother once a month and she called me. I also stayed in touch with Dee. The recurring memory that was haunting me was the fact that I'd been with Dee when Jason was killed. I felt a sense of guilt about that. The fall semester ended and it was on to spring. I'd managed to take my ski vacation up in the Lake Tahoe area during winter break. Now, I had to decide what I would do and where I'd go for spring break. Dee called me one Saturday after spring break suggesting that I consider coming back to Las Vegas for my summer vacation. I told her I'd think about it. To my readers where would you like this story to go? What direction? Let me know which direction I should take with the story. I been entertaining some wild and fantastic ideas, give some more. I know the new twist of Jason's death might be a shock for some of my readers, but I like to keep things interesting. I'm pretty sure Dee is going to show up in the next chapters.