I got up, went to my front door and before opening I looked out. A female officer and a man in a cheap suit stood on my porch.
“What?” I whispered to myself and opened the door. Did Bill press charges? Am I in trouble? My hands shook as I imagined being arrested or put in handcuffs. What would my neighbours think? I could hear my fathers voice saying ‘you’re in hot water young lady’. It’s what he said when I was busted by him for something bad.
“Are you Jayla Markson?”
“I am.” I said cautiously as my mouth went dry.
“Sorry to bother you Ms. Markson but we need to talk to you. I am Detective Fig and this is officer Sara Hunt.” They both showed me their badges. “We need to speak with you, may we come in?”
I glanced between the detective and the officer. I stepped aside. There was no need to be difficult or annoy them if they are here because I beat up Bill in self defense. I also didn’t want my neighbours to watch. I was instantly terrified for what they had to say. The police at any given time freak me out. I don’t know why, I never break the law… except when I kicked Bill out.
“Come in.” I led them to my living room “Can I get you something to drink?”
“No Ma’am.” The officer said and the detective shook his head no. We all sat stiffly. Me in my chair and they on my couch. “We need to ask you about Bill Parsons.”
“Bill?” My stomach dropped and fear crept in. Shit he was pressing charges after all. What a baby. I suppose I should own up to what I did since I would have and would do it again if need be.
“Yes.” Detective Fig said. “We have reason to believe that the two of you were intimate. Were the two of you were dating?”
“We did yes. It was only three dates and I ended it Last week after he tried to force me to have sex when I was too drunk. We did have a fight last night.” Honesty. Cops like details and honesty. Even if I was in trouble over it I know Curt wouldn’t dump me if I was charged with assault.
“I actually have that on record Ms. Markson from your call.” Officer Hunt said.
Detective Fig cleared his throat. “Bill Parsons was under investigation for Embezzlement. He’s been cooking the books, so to speak, for years.”
I did not see that coming and did not hide my shock. “Oh.”
The detective continued. “He made a very large mistake when he tried to tie an innocent party to the actions about two weeks ago.”
“Let me guess. Me.” I said quietly.
“Yes.” Detective Fig said sadly. “Only a co-worker name Bridgett Donnelly noticed the inconsistency because of all the recent changes to your payroll and employee records.”
That and Bridgett was a nosy busy body gossip-monger. She was always watching me with jealous eyes. The slightest infraction and she was off to the boss with the information. She was a living embodiment of the phrase ‘a squeaky wheels get the grease.’ She complained about anything out of order and while some of it was beneficial to the office, most was not. I think the only reason she gets away with so much complaining and gossip is that she’s hot and flirts with the boss.
“She brought it to your employer’s attention and in turn he came to me.” Detective Fig said with a shake of his head. “It didn’t take much to decipher what happened.”
“Mr. Parsons had…” The Detective began. “Gambling debts.”
“Oh.” I was all kinds of eloquent. I had no idea. He was focused on money and had said he was pissed that I was broke.
“When is the last time you saw him?”
I looked at Detective Fig. “Last night, um, Friday. He threatened me and I hurt him to make him leave. I’ll admit it. It was self-defense even if he didn’t hit me or touch me. Honest. He scared me badly.” I took my cell out and handed it to the detective after opening the last text. “He texted me that the next morning. Suggesting I owed him. ”
Detective Fig read the text, took a picture with own phone, showed it to the officer and handed the phone back. “Where were you yesterday afternoon around three pm?”
“I was at my sisters house, it was her husband’s birthday party. I left around three thirty or so.” I knew honesty was going to be important here. Something was wrong. “I walked in on my ex-husband having sex with my oldest sister. I was upset and drove around to clear my head for a couple hours before heading home. My friend was here waiting for me and stayed for almost an hour.”
“Could you write down their contact information?” The Detective handed me a pad of paper and a pen.
“Yes, but may I ask why?”
“Given the voluntary admission to assault the night before Bill Parson’s murder, you are a person of interest in the case.”
My body stopped functioning. I dropped the pen and paper and stared with my mouth agape at the two.
Curt looked down at the mess he’d made on my chest. “Oh sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I didn’t dare stand yet as my legs were shaky and I was aching so badly. “I’m not sorry.”
“This is insane.” Curt lifted me and leaned me on the table. It hurt a little since I was still a little sore from falling. His mouth found mine as he undid my shorts as his hand slipped down and behind my panties. The pain from my backside was forgotten. I bucked against his touch and whimpered as he slipped two of his fingers in.
I was sure I’d gone crazy. His fingers worked me inside as his thumb pressed and rubbed my clit. I knocked Curts mug over spilling the last of his tea, I lost control and cried out as I came hard and wet around his fingers. When I calmed he took his hand out and washed in the sink. I righted my clothes as he did his. I looked at the clock. Twelve minutes. I think I came in less than one. Oddly, I found that exciting as I wiped my chest and shirt with a paper towel then the spilled tea with a cloth.
“See you still have time.” I grinned tossing the cloth in the sink.
“You naughty little thing.” Curt grabbed me and kissed me. “It’s terrifying how badly I want you Jayla. I came so fast.”
“Me too.” I giggled.
“Do you know what that means?”
“We’re like horny teenagers?”
“Yes, but what I was going to say is that when I finally get you to myself it’s going to be mind-blowing.”
“Yay.” I clapped my hands as a child might when promised a trip to Disney as I followed him to the door. “You should go. I need to clean up properly.”
He eyed my stained top. “By far the hottest moment of my life, having you surprise me like that.”
I shrugged, grinned and held the door. “See you tomorrow.”
“For many reasons I can’t wait. Don’t’ be nervous, Everett will love you.” He said and walked away.
After the door closed and I was halfway up the stairs to shower and change, I realized that Everett was Rett. I’ve met his son already. I grinned like a silly girl. There was absolutely no reason to be nervous.
It didn’t seem to matter what happened, Curt was so steady with me. He made me feel alive in ways I never dreamed possible. I checked the two dozen texts from Asha and the ten texts from Theo all within the time I left the barbecue to now. There were at least eight calls missed from a combination of the two. I didn’t realize my phone was on silent. Maybe Curt turned the notifications as he sat on my steps waiting for me. It would be annoying so I totally understood if he had.
I called Asha since all the texts were a combination of: sorry, call me, and please call me. It was nice to know they knew they were in the wrong. At least I hoped they did.
I listened to Asha apologize in a string of non-stop sorry’s and I cut her short. I let her know my feelings were hurt and I was angry that she didn’t have my back. Theo conferenced in and said the same as she did. They regretted and wanted to make it up to me. Of course I’ll let them and I’l get over it, but I don’t think I’ll let them pick on me anymore. I certainly won’t hide Paul’s actions and treatment of me from them anymore.
They asked about Curt and why he snapped at them for being mean and at Theo for letting me leave while so upset. I told them I wasn’t ready to talk to them about Curt. The truth is they dont deserve to know about him yet. I’ve never heard Asha so upset and agreed to come over next week to talk since I told them tomorrow was out. They had to go take Henry to soccer so I ended that call.
I called Mandy and we talked as I cooked my dinner. I was too giddy from my impulsive rendezvous with Curt.
I told her about the Barbecue then my crying fit in the car and the gist of Curt coming by to make sure I was okay and about my sister calling and being distraught.
“Ah Sweetie when you have a drama day you go all out Oscar worthy drama.”
“I know.” I chuckled. “It’s crazy right? It’s been the strangest few weeks and one hell of a day. The weird thing is, I know Asha means it and Theo was never really bad just conflicted. Curt said Theo defends me.”
“Are you excited for tomorrow?”
“Too excited. I don’t know where only that it’s casual and local. Oh Mandy, Everett is adorable and as far as I know, he likes me. So that’s a win already.”
“I’m sorry to say this Sweetie, but I’m glad you and Paul didn’t have kids.”
I know she didn’t mean it to be cruel. Mandy was the most honest loving person I know. I sighed. “If I’m honest I am too. Especially now that I know he never wanted kids in the first place… or me.”
“Ugh. Well I gotta go Sweetie. Let me know how the adorbs date goes tomorrow.”
“I will. Love ya.”
“Love you too Sweetie.”
Just as I sat to eat my supper, my doorbell rang followed by a sharp knock. Lately a knock at my door was never a good thing. My stomach jumped and I took a deep breath.
“Of course someone’s at the damned door. Hmm I wonder… Bill or Paul?” I said to myself and sighed.
It didn’t matter which it was, I don’t have to answer the door to either of them if I don’t want to.
I rolled over and sighed. I could feel my slick folds slipping as I moved. I was horny, alone and bored of fingering myself. Well not really, but it didn’t seem to be enough. I got out of bed and crept downstairs to get a glass of water and go sit in the backyard. As I passed my roommates room I could hear her and her boyfriend banging away. The sound of sex always made me horny.
I stepped outside into the moonlight and rubbed a nipple as I sipped my water. I froze when I heard a noise from the yard next door. I moved to the edge of the deck to see our sexy single neighbor Kent out on his deck. He was steaming hot in his boxers and nothing else. His toned back looked warm in the soft moonlight. I think he’s only about ten years older and just turned thirty. They had a huge party when I was home visiting.
My thoughts were cut short when he turned and saw me. In that moment I saw the silhouette of his hard-on pushing his shorts out. My lady bits were very excited to see that.
“Hey Grace.” He half whispered.
“Hey Kent. Roommates keeping you up?” I asked as I walked over to the property line.
“Yup.” He chuckled. “In more ways than one.” He adjusted himself.
When my panties dampened, I remembered all I was wearing was panties and a thin white t-shirt. I’ve fantasized about Kent more than once, but he’s too old. At least he’s not married.
“Seems a common problem.”
“Oh?” He asked.
“Yes.” I sighed and realized he was staring at my hard nipples.
“Anything I can do to help?”
I narrowed my eyes as my pulse made it’s presence known. “Are you being inappropriate Kent?”
“Not at all. Just a good neighbor. You know if you need a cup of sugar or to borrow a hammer.” He shrugged.
“Neighborly.” I smiled and stepped up to his deck face to face. “In that case I could use something to help me sleep.”
“Warm milk? Whisky?” He asked breathing shallow.
“Your hard and I’m soaked, why waste it?”
“I want to, God I’d love to…”
“But?” I pulled my shirt off and lifted his hands to my breasts.
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” He said as he rolled my nipples between this thumbs and forefingers.
“Oh I’m not looking for a boyfriend Kent. You’re too old. Live sex toy? Yes.” I rubbed my hand over his covered length. “Shit yes. No strings, but I do require a condom.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I waited as he returned with a foil packet. “I thought you were teasing.” He said looking adorably vulnerable.
“Sopping.” I said as I slipped my panties off and held them up.
“Fuck.” Kent said as he rolled the condom on. I bent over and held onto the deck railing.
He ran his hands down my back to my backside and parted me. “You weren’t joking.”
I moaned quietly as he pressed in from behind. The sweet thick sensation of being penetrated ignited the pleasure just waiting for this moment. “Kent feel free to fuck me hard.”
He groaned and pulled nearly out before slamming back in hard. I grunted my approval and my body flashed with need. He repeated the hard thrusts and I felt the tightening of my loins as he stroked me to climax.
“Oh fuck Kent I’m coming.” I clamped down on him as he thrust and my pussy trembled.
“Shit.” He said with a final hard thrust.
We regained our composure. I turned, picked up my wet panties and discarded t-shirt. I spouted off my cell number. “Text me if you’re horny and alone and I’ll ride you like a porn-star.”
“Do you turn your phone off at night?”
“I’ll probably wake you up in an hour with a text.” Kent picked up his boxers and slipped into his house.
I grinned and went to wait for his text. I wasn’t disappointed an hour later nor at seven in the morning…
I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon treating actual patients. The hands on training was a thousand times more valuable than I anticipated. I thanked Dr. Liner and Gwen for all their help and training assuring them I was prepared to train and use the machine myself. Though there was no way I wasn’t going to think of how Dr. Liner used it on me. Our parting was professional and that was perfect. Sappy or weird wasn’t desirable. I did give him my cell number. Maybe some naughty texting might tie me over when I’m bored back home.
I walked through the lobby feeling disappointed to see someone else behind the counter instead of Andrew. I went to my room to pack. I already filled out the checkout forms and all I had to do was drop off my key at the front desk. It was almost over. My naughty trip. I’d had sex with the same number of men in two days than I have altogether before arriving. Not counting Eric who only fingered me on the plane. I’ve had more orgasms in two days than I did with my last boyfriend of three months. That’s sad and will never happen again.
I closed my suitcase and decided to shower before putting on my travel clothes and leaving. I had plenty of time.
I jumped and ran for the door half dressed when I heard a knock. I peeped out to see Andrew and opened the door quickly. His lazy smile warmed my insides nicely.
“I came to make sure you were packed and carry your bags down.”
“You dont have to do that. I can carry my bags.” It was just a rolling carry on and a back pack with my blanket.
“Nonsense you are the guest here.”
I loved that line. “Well then, thank you.”
“Honestly Mia I’m here for selfish reasons.”
I hoped he’d say that or something like it. “Oh?”
“Yes oh.” He moved close and I backed up against the wall. “You see, I’m never going to see you again and I want to see your sweet face in orgasm.” He pressed his large hard bulge against my stomach and the instant tingly hum lit up my pussy. “I want to feel you grip my cock as you soak it with your juices again.
I reached between my breasts and unclasped by bra. As if I just shot a starters pistol Andrew removed the bra, my yoga-pants and panties and started licking and kissing my neck as his hands gently massaged my breasts.
How on Earth am I so horny so fast? I’m a little concerned that this new found lust will affect my life back home. Fuck it. I reached for Andrew’s shirt and unbuttoned swiftly. I tugged the hem free from his pants and he let it fall to the floor. Andrew was a very fit man. My hands were in heaven as they roamed his tight body. The contrast in tone between us was arousing all on it’s own. Back to business, after all I was here on business right? I undid the belt buckle and his pants as his mouth found mine.
Sweet and sensual. That was the only way to describe Andrew’s mouth. His fingers found me wet and hot as I found him hard and ready. I wanted to try oral, but found myself being tossed to the bed.
“Damn you are a tempting little pixie.” Andrew said as he opened a condom. “I can’t even wait.”
“Neither can I.” I was too revved up to care about foreplay. I stared in awe at his member as he climbed on the bed. It bounced slightly as he moved and I became wet and frantic. I reached for him eagerly. His tongue invaded my mouth as I spread as wide as I could. The pressure of his slow entry was arousing and somewhat painful. Halfway he pulled out and plunged back in. With more wet on him he was able to bury deep into me.
I pulled my mouth from his and gasped. “Oh God wait.” I panted as I adjusted to the girth.
Andrew’s hand went between us and thumbed my clit. “Come on me.” His mouth went to my earlobe and started nibbling.
The fullness inside coupled with his thumb working my wet clit sent me over fast. “Oh, Oh I’m…”
“Yeah baby, soak my cock.”
I did too. Not squirting but the slickness became more noticeable. Needless to say I was ready for more. I wiggled my hips and Andrew began a slow and long thrust.
“Fuck you’re so tight and hot.” He licked my lips. “Wanna ride my rod?”
He grabbed my arms and simply laid back. I adjusted to straddle him and began my own steady rhythm. His hands worked my nipples, pinching and rolling them hard.
“Ride me Mia. I want your juices to cover my balls.” He slapped my ass and I yelped and moved faster. I got my groove and started bouncing up and down hard, my breasts bounced freely as his hands went to my hips to guide me. It was crazy wild and noisy. We both grunted with each thick plentiful drop.
“Fuck Mia I’m close.”
“Me too.” I moved my hand to my clit and rubbed as I bounced. Andrew moved suddenly rolling me to my back and began thrusting fast and hard to my delight. I screeched and clawed at his back as I came. Wetter than I’ve ever come before. He held still as he jerked and came.
He moved off of me and grinned. “I’m going to miss you.”
“Well if you’re ever in my neck of the woods look me up. I’m sure my info’s on file.” I got up and went to tidy in the bathroom after he came back out. He was dressed as I went to dress. He waited and cracked witty comments making me laugh as I double checked that I had everything. The journey to the taxi waiting out front was more subdued.
He kept the farewell professional as if we didn’t just have mind blowing sex moments ago. He was gone before the taxi pulled away. I’d likely never see him again and I was oddly okay with that.
There we were standing in my little kitchen as Curt kissed me with too much tenderness. The heartache of only an hour or so ago vanished. The doubt of how he feels completely gone. The sad words ‘I wish I could stay’ were buried by the onslaught of passion. I put my arms around his neck as he lifted me nearly off the ground. I was never prepared for how instantly my body responded to him. I pressed closer physically feeling his body reacting to mine. It was empowering and arousing to know how much he wanted me.
He backed off. “I want to finish this, but I have to go get my son.”
I was looking at him with a hunger that needed to be fed. My cheeks were flushed and I was throbbing between my legs.
“Jayla.” He closed his eyes. “Not like this, not rushed. Not for our first time.”
“You’re oddly romantic about sex.”
“Are you complaining?” He raised his eyebrow.
I shook my head fast. “No, no not at all. But…”
“No buts. I said I’d be back to get him.” Curt looked at his watch. “In twenty minutes, and no that’s not long enough for what I want to do to you.”
My knee’s turned to jelly. Not literally, but man I was absurdly turned on. I had an idea. There is one thing I love to do, it won’t take twenty minutes, ten tops and suddenly I was committed to the idea. My panties were so wet at the idea that there was no turning back. I undid his shorts.
“Jayla.” He pushed my hands away.
“No sex, I get it.” I smiled slyly. “But I can’t send you away like this.” I said as I pulled him free of his shorts and boxer briefs.
I stroked and ogled the sexy flesh in my hand. I loved the look of a penis flaccid or erect, more so erect. I know women who don’t, but they turn me on and Curt is a mighty fine specimen.
“Oh God I want you.” I said and knelt.
He had a beautiful cock and there was nothing I wanted more than to taste the shiny spot of pre-cum on the tip.
I ignored Curt’s feeble objection and licked. He tasted erotic and salty. I put my lips over him. He stood in my kitchen with his shorts at his ankles as I started sucking and licking in earnest. I rubbed the shaft with my hand wishing there was time for more than this. I glided my tongue over the soft rounded cap and under the edge then down over the sensitive spot just below it. I took him into my mouth rubbing and flexing my tongue over his thickness as he hit the back of my throat. His groans and moans brought me close to my own orgasm.
Holy shit this was hot. That’s all I could think as he grabbed handfuls of my hair while I bobbed, sucked and stroked him.
“Jayla. I’m going to come.”
I knew that from his body’s reactions. I don’t mind, but I’m not a fan of the taste. I took my mouth a way and stroked until he came.
It landed on my tank-top and chest and I was panting as he recovered. I wished he’d stay, but I know and understand why he can’t.
I wanted to drive away when I saw who was on my front steps. Maybe I should, but I’m not running anymore. I have to face my life, such as it is, and deal with it. Sure, I took some time to cry and get my mind back together, but I think an emotional breakdown was in order after what happened.
I sighed, got out of my car and approached Curt slowly. He held up my cellphone and smiled. He looked amazing in the tan shorts and blue t-shirt. I immediately checked my purse. It must have fallen out when I fell.
“You ran away.” He said and stood to hand it over.
“Yeah, I’m a regular cliché damsel in distress.” I put the cell in my purse.
I took out my keys and went up the porch. The house was small but perfect for me. Paul and I sold the other house and split the amount, even though I paid for it with my inheritance.
“Thank you for bringing it. You didn’t have to.”
“Yes I did.”
I looked back at his sad-ish face.
“I’m sorry you had to see all that. Um,” I looked at my keys. “Can I make you a Coffee or tea?”
“Tea would be nice.”
I nodded and opened my front door, disarmed the alarm and stepped aside to let him in. I led him to my small and tidy kitchen, filled the kettle and put it on the stove.
“Old fashioned kettle. Nice.” Curt said as he sat at the table. He waited a while to talk while I prepared the infusers. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.
“My backside is fine and barely hurts. I didn’t fall too hard.”
“Glad to hear it, but I meant emotionally.”
“Please don’t.” I took two mugs from my cupboard and set them on the counter.
I turned around. “How do you know Paul?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“I don’t really and I generally avoid him when I can. But the man thinks we’re best pals.”
“Yes I got that, but how do you know him?”
“We sort of… work together.”
I turned back to finish putting tea in the diffusers from a canister on my counter. I liked to mix my own blends so it takes longer to prepare.
“I was…” Why did I want to explain to him? I was humiliated and it wasn’t fair. “Look Curt I’m not good at this.” I poured hot water over the infusers and brought the mugs to the table. “Milk, sugar?”
I retrieved a small carton from the fridge and set it on the table then sat.
“I knew Paul went through a divorce, he milked it for all it was worth.” Curt said as I removed the infusers and set them in a small bowl on the table. “A lot of ‘woe is me’ to get the sympathy of quite a few ladies at the office.”
I rolled my eyes. The truth was I really was over Paul. What set me off was Asha and Theo’s responses. For some reason that hurt more than Paul’s multiple betrayals.
“I’m not upset over Paul anymore.”
“I gathered that Jayla. What upset you?”
“This feels like gossip. I don’t know you that well and you clearly know Paul and Theo.” I got up to get a plate of cookies. I baked some for my neighbours kids yesterday and still had some left over.
“I do know them. I’m not asking for gossip I’m asking because you looked genuinely heartbroken today and that’s not okay with me.”
“You know when you expect people to take your side because for one, they’re family and for two, it’s the decent thing to do. It hurts when they don’t”
Curt nodded and bit into the chewy tollhouse cookie. “Mmm.”
I smiled. Paul hated everything I made. What I did not know is that was only because he already ate before he came home. Just before, he slept with his girlfriend on the side.
“What?” I said just before sipping my hot tea.
“I’m not usually a basket case. I was blindsided and shocked today. Not to mention disgusted and…”
“Hurt.” Curt nodded. “Your sister?”
I laughed. “That is actually old news.”
Curt grimaced. “How old?”
“My wedding day old.” I covered my mouth. I don’t normally talk about it. Again, Curt drew information out of me too easily.
“You’re not joking.” Curt sipped his tea and added a little more milk.
“Nope. Sorry I don’t want to drag you into this. It’s not fair.”
Curt set his mug down and tapped the rim with his finger. “Something tells me you’re told, no, you’re asked not to bring it up. That it’s not fair to make them choose a side. Am I right?”
I licked my lips, looked at my tea and nodded.
I looked up suddenly. “What?”
“That’s bullshit. Asha is your sister and Theo is your brother in law. Paul is just a friend. No contest.”
I shrugged and poked at the infusers. “Honestly I just want them to shut up about it. They keep bringing it up not me.”
“May I ask you a question Jayla?”
I looked into his warm brown eyes. “Sure.”
“Did you ever cheat on Paul?”
“He painted a pretty bad picture of his ex-wife. I’ll admit to believing what he said. But now that I know you, I can see for myself who’s the liar.” Curt laughed surprising me. “He never once called you by name. It was ‘the wife’ or ‘the ex’ or some derogatory nickname. Jayla’s not a common name. Theo only ever referred to you as the ‘sister in law’ or ‘Jay’ I assumed he meant Jamie or something. Asha only called you ‘Sis’ or ‘Jay’.
“I didn’t tell Theo your name when he asked me why I didn’t want to meet ‘Jay’ his sister in law, AKA Paul’s crazy ex. Despite his assurances, she or rather you are sweet and kind. Theo defends you against Paul. I said I was seeing someone and left it at that. Not because I didn’t want them to know, but because I’d rather them meet you than be grilled.”
I chuckled. “Well I suppose you don’t need to introduce me.”
“No. What are the odds?” His eyes widened. “Oh my God. That day in the park when you took off it’s because you saw Theo, Paul and Henry coming our way.”
“Huh. I moved here a year and a half ago. I’ve met Dee a few times, but not you. Mostly because of Theo’s connection. You are definitely the hotter sister.”
I rolled my eyes.
“There’s more to the hotness factor than looks Jayla. Dee is… Well you know her. Asha is great but she has a weird loyalty to Paul. Whom I don’t like. Even before I knew he was the shitty ex that cheated on you.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“You didn’t think I’d…”
I looked at the dregs of my tea wobbling my cup to make them dance in the last bit of liquid.
“For the first time since meeting you I’m angry.”
I looked up at his unhappy face.
He set his tea down. “I’ve done nothing to warrant your mistrust.”
“No you haven’t. I’m just afraid is all.”
He got up and pulled me up into a hug. Lord help me; he smelled amazing.
“I can understand why.” He kissed the top of my head and held me close. “You smell like heaven.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing-ish.”
He moved, put his hands on my cheeks and lifted my face to kiss me. Just before our lips touched he whispered, “I wish I could stay.”
I almost laughed when I opened the spare bedroom door to retrieve my purse. There was Paul, balls deep in a bent over Delilah. My sister has no control or dignity, my ex? Well he never did.
“What the fuck! Get out!” Paul yelled not missing a stroke.
“Close the door!” Delilah yelled and then actually yelled just noise from her supposed pleasure.
Theo nudged me to the side, stepped in, grabbed my purse from the large chair and closed the door. He turned to me and held it out.
“Good thing Paul’s not engaged or anything serious.” I said snidely.
“Don’t get involved.”
“You know what Theo.” I pointed at the closed-door. “If seeing it with your own eyes doesn’t convince you he’s a no good rotten cheater of a man, then what chance do I stand?”
“I’m sorry. I get it.” Theo said rubbing the back of his neck. “But…”
“But? Are you serious?” I turned too fast and nearly bumped into Curt who was right behind me. I was shocked to say the least. Of all people in the world, he was the last one I expected to see at Theo’s party.
“You.” I said in monosyllabic disbelief.
My surprise was nothing compared to his. My heart hammered and I was instantly nervous and terrified. Curt looked from me to Theo. No, no, no, no these two worlds cannot collide. Not yet. Already at the end of my emotional control, my tears welled up.
“I heard yelling, is everything okay?” Curt looked at me with as much surprise as I had.
I wiped my eyes and started toward the stairs.
“Let her go Curtis.” Theo said. “She needs to leave.”
Something in me snapped. I spun around at the top of the steps. “Why Theo? Why are you and Asha so hell-bent on taking his side?”
He was about to answer when the spare bedroom door opened, as if this couldn’t get any worse. I was a melting pot of emotions and I had no idea which to focus on.
Paul came out, shot me a smarmy look then saw Curt. “Hey Curtis my man, long time no see!” He grinned and they shook hands.
“I saw you yesterday.” Curt glanced at me and I bet I looked like lunatic.
Curt appeared to be putting pieces together. I was one-step ahead. If Curt knew Paul then Paul would have told him all about me. If he hadn’t he sure would now. Never mind that most of what he’d say was lies and outrageous ones at that. Paul was believable and I was too nice to try to fight him socially.
Paul looked my way. “You better not post about that or my lawyer will have a heyday.” He looked at Theo, “Why is she still here?”
“I was invited Paul. Tell me what did I do? Why does everyone think it’s my fault?”
“It is.” Paul smiled coyly. “You weren’t good enough. You didn’t do enough and frankly you’re pathetic and insane.”
“I’m insane?” I blurted and all three looked my way joined by Delilah who came out looking flushed and contrite.
Delilah smiled too sweetly. “As insane as they come.”
“I’m insane! Right! Okay.” I turned and misjudged my footing and slipped on the top step.
I went down and thudded on my ass half way down the hardwood steps before stopping. It hurt like son of a bitch and I cried out as Paul and Delilah laughed hysterically.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Curt yelled from atop the stairs.
Great now he’s on their side too. It was too much. I got to my feet, grabbed my fallen purse, tried to ignore the pain and bolted for the door. Maybe I have gone insane, that must be it, I’ve gone loopy. That was the only explanation I could think of. I managed to get to the sidewalk and tripped.
“Woah.” Curt said from behind me.
I didn’t hit the ground. I realized Curt had me by the waist and righted me.
“You can’t drive like this.” Curt said moving to face me. “Are you hurt?”
“Not really.” I rubbed my backside and glanced back at the house, glad the kids were gone.
Theo stood there with his hand over his mouth and started walking toward me. I did not want to hear him glorify or defend Paul anymore. Curt was friends with Paul somehow, and I wanted no part of that either. “Let me go.”
“Jayla,” Theo said quietly as he approached. “I’m an ass. Forgive me please. Stay.”
I could see he was genuinely sorry. I’ve always gotten along with Theo. He was as close to a brother as I could have. “I can’t I’m sorry I ruined your Birthday. It’s still early enough to save if I go.” I yanked on my arm.
“It’s not ruined.” Theo said softly.
“What is going on?” Curt asked looking between us.
“She’s Paul’s ex.” Theo said and Curt let my arm go abruptly. “And the woman he just had sex with in my spare bedroom is her sister.”
“You’re joking.” Curt scowled at Theo. “Delilah?”
“Wish I was man.”
“He’s engaged to Candie.” Curt said with dismay.
I laughed, I didn’t mean to and it made both men look at me. “If vows mean nothing to Paul, then a promise doesn’t stand a chance.” I turned and limped to my car.
“Jayla.” Theo said as he approached my car. “You don’t understand. Paul…”
“I understood perfectly. Paul spun his own tale and it as more believable than the truth. Honestly Theo it’s fine what Paul does is his business and not your fault. It’s his word against mine and I guess seeing isn’t believing. We’ll get over this. Please go enjoy your party. You know I can’t say mad at you and I’m not.” I closed my car door and saw Curt walking back into the house.
So much for that I guess. I turned over the engine and drove away as my heart struggled to beat in my chest. I pulled over two blocks away and bawled my eyes out then I went for a drive around the city to clear my head.
Hours later, I pulled into the driveway and parked. I saw someone sitting on my front porch steps and gasped.
I’d had enough of Paul and Delilah so I headed over to talk to my Sister and Theo. I don’t want to be here and I’m only here because it’s Theo’s birthday.
“Jay, I want you to meet a friend.” Theo smiled his naughty, I’m about to set you up smile.
I shook my head at Theo. “Please don’t. It’s…” I glanced over at Paul and Delilah as they disappeared into the house. “Awkward. Besides I’m seeing someone.”
“Really? What’s his name?”
I opened my mouth to answer as Asha poked me in the arm.
“Don’t lie Jay. She’s not with anyone. She just broke up with a guy she had like what, three dates with? They never had sex and she really pissed him off.”
I never mentioned Curt to her because I knew she wouldn’t believe me or be as she is now. Asha likes to meddle in my business and right now she’s pissing me off more than usual. Normally I just let them be jerks but I’m tired of it and I’m not going to give them ammunition they don’t deserve to have.
“Three dates? That’s not really dating Jay.” Theo laughed. “Don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it.”
Asha laughed. “It’s been over a year Jay. Maybe if you weren’t such a prude and put out you might land a decent guy.”
If I told them about Curt now they would tease and make fun. They mean well, but get a bit bully-ish when Paul is around. Like they want to impress him or keep him happy.
“Still, I can introduce you to my friend. I saw him head-”
“Please leave it be.” I glanced at Paul. “Would you mind if I left early? I don’t want to be the damper.”
Theo’s smile faded. “No I don’t mind. I get it. At least have some food first?”
“Sure. I’ll stay as long as I can.”
Asha pinched her lips and watched Theo walk away. She turned the second he was out of earshot. “It’s not our fault you two divorced.”
“And it’s not my fault that he slept around.” I clamped my mouth shut.
“Are you sure about that?” Asha said and covered her mouth. “Sorry.”
“Nice Ash. Way to not pick sides.” I nodded curtly.
I turned my back to her. Okay so now Asha was hinting that somehow I forced Paul to have sex with others. She didn’t know about Delilah. I was sorely tempted to just tell her. No, there is a big line between being strong and being spiteful.
I headed over to the food and lost my appetite along the way. Suddenly all eyes seemed to be on me, whispers of what I did to cause Paul to seek love and sex elsewhere rang in my imagination. I looked around. Nobody was staring, but Theo was listening to Asha talk hushed and looking my way. Oh great. And now he’s headed my way.
“AJ!” Rett came running over all energy. “Henry wants to know if you’ll show us how to double Dutch jump rope my dad say’s he has no clue how to jump but is swinging the ropes and we can’t get it.”
Theo was closing in with a blank expression. The fact that I was happier playing with the kids said a lot. I didn’t feel welcome here, not really. Was it my imagination? Or was I finally seeing things clearer?
Theo ruffled Rett’s hair. “Run along bud, I need to talk to Jay.”
“Okay Theo.” Rett grinned and skipped off.
“Inside.” Theo said with a nod of his head.
I was about done with this party. I have behaved all but one comment to Asha and she deserved it.
I went into the house and through to the empty Livingroom. I saw the kids playing outside and heading back to the side yard, I waited for Theo to launch into a lecture.
“I’m sorry Jay, I thought enough time had passed.”
I didn’t respond.
“Look, Paul and I have been friends a long time. He’s friends with a lot of my friends and I don’t want to have to choose.”
“But?” My anger flared up.
“Paul was good to you, treated you like a queen and he made a mistake.”
“Yeah.” Thirteen mistakes, multiple times over. I was not petty and being so now would make me look worse. “More than you care to know.”
“Stop, I get it, you’re still angry. But you have to move on Jay, let it go.”
“I’m not angry Theo, I’m hurt. Not about Paul, I’ve put that to rest. He did what he did and I’m free of him… mostly. But I just don’t understand how everyone seems to think adultery is okay or that for some fucked up reason it’s my fault he cheated on me.” I wiped my eyes. “I’ll go, you asked me not to make you choose sides. I didn’t, but it looks as if you did anyway. Happy birthday.”
I went to the door and pulled it open as Theo rubbed his face.
“Crap I almost forgot my purse.” I closed the door, stormed up the stairs and Theo followed.
“I’ll get it for you.”
“I can get it myself.” I snapped. “I’m sorry I was rude.”
“I hate that you think I chose Paul over you. But-”
I waved my hand at him and opened the door. I didn’t want to hear what followed that but. I should have let Theo get my purse.
I woke to a text from Bill. ‘It’s over between us. I’m angry. I won’t press charges but you owe me for that kindness. I’ll let you know what later.’
I re-read the message a few times and decided not to respond. If he tried to press charges, I would show the police this text.
Despite being relieved that he understood it was over, the message left me uneasy. Was he insane? For an accountant he was volatile. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to retaliate.
I tried to work myself into excitement as I drove to my sister’s house. I know if I say anything about Bill or Curt she’ll accuse me of making it about myself and it was Theo’s day, not mine. I miss having a better relationship with my sisters.
Asha opened the door and let me know everyone was in the back. Theo her husband had invited a few of his friends since it was his birthday. Oh good strangers, just what I need.
“I have something for Theo, but more importantly I brought something for Henry.”
My nephew Henry is six and the sweetest thing ever. He just happened to adore me.
“They’re in the yard. Um…”
I nodded knowing what was coming next.
“Dee’s here.” Asha said with a hint of fear. Dee is what she affectionately calls Delilah. They both used to call me JJ but now it’s just Jay since I ruined my marriage according to them.
“I’m not going to make a scene and I won’t make you choose sides. I told you that.” I kissed Asha’s cheek and went to find my Brother in law and nephew.
Both were ecstatic to see me and their honest warm greetings made my heart feel better. Delilah stayed away with her pouty snarly face to my relief. After about twenty minutes, Henry started dragging me to his room to show me his newest dinosaurs. I brought him a Pterodactyl so logically they needed to meet.
I spent over half an hour hiding from the adults with Henry before he decided to take his bubbles out to the yard when we heard kids outside. I told him to go ahead and I’d follow. I was in no hurry to be in the same vicinity with Delilah with my mind and emotions darkened by Bill.
I heard the joyous laughter of multiple children as Henry went out. That meant more people. I’m not shy, but I don’t want to deal with my homewrecker of a sister. I should, but she betrayed me so completely I couldn’t. Not yet, and she’s mean. She always has been even when we were closer. Back then, she was slyer about it. It’s funny that I’m accused of being shellfish when she takes everything even if it’s not hers.
There were people inside the kitchen and out in the very large yard. The side-yard was occupied by playing children, four of them. Three boys and a girl. I didn’t know who they were. I sipped a beer, the only one I’d have, and chatted with a few people I did know, but not well.
When Paul showed up solo, I nearly left. I sidled up to Asha. “What. The. Hell.”
“I’m sorry, but he’s our friend Jay. He is friends with Dee and many of Theo’s friends. Just stay away if you can’t be civil.”
I sighed. I promised not to make them pick sides. Even though I thought they should naturally choose mine. They know he cheated just now how much and with whom. Delilah never said a word and neither did Paul. “I’ll behave.” Normally I’d leave it at that, but I’m through being the one to back down all the time. “But you do know I’m not the one that behaves uncivilized.”
I managed to make my way to the far edge of the yard. Delilah and Paul were tittering and whispering to one another. I needed an early escape plan.
“Auntie Jay!” Henry came running up to save me from Asha’s retort. “Oh come meet my friends and play with us.”
I saw a large group of men coming out of the house being led by Theo. Like that was a hard decision to make. I took his hand and made a hasty exit from adult land.
I spent the next hour blowing bubbles, tag and now hide and seek. The other three, Maya, Bobby and Rett were hiding and I was searching. I had no idea who their parents were and didn’t care. Maya was a sweet little redhead two years older than Henry, Bobby had the biggest doe eyes I’ve ever seen and Rett was a charming little brown-haired boy who seemed to know Henry well. I had my eyes covered as I counted to one hundred.
“Ready or not here I come!” I started searching.
I could see Maya’s bright pink shorts and Bobby’s neon yellow shirt hiding in the shrubs. I knew how to play and made them feel as if they hid well. I found Henry and the two in due time but couldn’t find Rett. I was ready to give up when I heard a somewhat familiar male voice call his name out. Paul.
“Hey Rett, your dad’s looking for you he’s fixing a plate for you.” Paul eyed me with derision for hanging out with the kids.
“Ah man.” The seven year old crawled out from under a thick shrub covered in dirt. I tried not to laugh but he was adorable. “Sorry AJ I’ll be back.” He said and took off running around to the back yard.
Since Henry called me Auntie Jay, Bobby, Maya and Rett took to calling me AJ. I loved it to be honest.
“That boy looks more like his mom thank god.” Paul said as Henry ran up to me.
“We’re going to find Popsicles Auntie Jay, do you want one?”
“Nah you go ahead. I’m going to go be adult for a bit.”
“Boo.” Henry teased and took off running.
“You look different. Good, but nervous too.” Paul said casually.
“I had a bad night. But otherwise things are going great.”
“Huh.” Paul narrowed his eyes. “New man?”
“Don’t start Paul.”
“Are you going to make that lawyer back off?”
“Will you leave me alone if I do?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that Jayla, but don’t take too long. My patience will only last so long. For now I’ll play nice.”
I walked with him around to the backyard with all the people milling about and socializing. I really am sick of men threatening me. Delilah was waiting with a fresh beer for Paul.
“Where’s Candie?” I asked Paul and eyeing my sister with contempt.
“Oh she’s visiting her parents.”
“Does she know you’re here with the original mistress?”
“Stop being a bitch Jayla.” Delilah said with a pout. “It’s not all Paul’s fault you know.”
I glared at her. I would not do this here. “Drop it.” I walked away quickly.
How am I the bad guy in this? If I was wrong in any way, I didn’t see it. I headed over to Asha and Theo.
I came down the steps barefoot and in my bikini. My friend Tara’s beach house was huge. She was off in town with her fiancée picking up more drinks, snacks and food for the week. That and car sex. She has a huge itch for car sex, especially in broad daylight.
The others would be here later and I decided to dip my toes in the ocean. I rounded the corner to the bright open kitchen with large bay windows and French doors leading to the deck. Tara’s older brother Gord was in his swim trunks drinking a bottle of Cherry Coke. I’ve known him for years and I was very attracted to him physically, but that’s where it stopped. My eyes grazed his bare chest and flowed down to the little muscular V that disappeared under the waistband of his shorts.
“Get a good look Lana?”
“Yup.” I smiled and made my way back up to his eyes. “Did you?”
“Nope.” He shrugged and leered at my breasts.
If we weren’t alone I would never have done this. I pulled the fabric of my top down and my breasts sprung free.
“How bout now?” I covered them after a three-second count and laughed as his face went red. I laughed again and went to the glass doors and looked back at him. Swim trunks do not hide erections well. To my surprise, seeing his prominent bulge turned me on.
“Shit Lana you better behave. That kind of behavior will get you in trouble. You’re too vanilla to be slutty.”
“Am I?” I crossed my arms pushing my breasts up nicely.
Gord rolled his eyes and adjusted himself. “I bet at twenty you’re still a virgin.”
I was and hated it. Once I passed nineteen, guys found it a turn off for some reason. I was a late bloomer and only really started getting horny this past year. Boyfriends were an afterthought and I was so squeamish about actually having sex.
“Holy shit you are.”
“Shut up.” I turned and he grabbed my arm.
“Why are you? I mean you’re annoying as fuck but you’re sexy as hell.”
It pissed me off and I shoved him away. “Because.” I looked at him angrily. “If you must know the last boyfriend found out and said, and I quote, no way that’s too much responsibility.”
Gord nodded and looked at my breasts again. “That’s because they figure you get all weird and clingy. Most virgins do.”
“Oh? And you know this from experience?”
“Plenty. I can pop it if you want.”
My insides came alive and started tingling. I envisioned him naked, between my legs and liked the idea… too much. Suddenly I wanted him to. I wanted to feel sex, to know what the big deal is. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.
“Just like that?” I narrowed my eyes and saw that he was still fully erect behind his swim shorts and I could hear my pulse in my ears.
“Why not? I don’t particularly like you, but I’d fuck you.”
“Flattering.” I feigned offense. The truth was I felt the same way.
He shrugged and pulled his big hard cock out. My mouth went dry and my chest tightened. “I’m going upstairs to rub this out and think about your virgin pussy while I do. If you want, your first dick orgasm and your problem solved come up with me. Two birds with one stone.”
What was I supposed to do? I was more turned on by the sight of his hard on than I’ve ever been. My legs carried me up the stairs behind him. My mind was suggesting I turn around, my pussy said otherwise.
When I followed him into his room, he closed the door and dropped his shorts completely. I stared at his hand stroking his hard flesh. He stopped, grabbed a dark blue towel and spread it on the bed.
He put his hand behind my neck and kissed me softly. The kind of kiss you expect from a boyfriend or someone who loves you. Not Gord who teases and makes fun. I opened my mouth when he did and he pulled me closer to him. The heat from his body sparked my own heat.
The hammering in my chest and between my legs added to my excited nervous stated. Was I really going to do this? Now? The silky skin of his hard erection pressed against my flat stomach and he moved it ever so slightly as his tongue drove into my mouth and I lost knee function. Holy shit can this man kiss. I could do just this for hours, except I wanted more, something more. I wanted to get closer than this. I wanted to feel him inside me.
Gord stopped the kiss and undid the straps of my bikini. He was breathing hard and moved his hands over my breasts. He went back to kissing me as his hands roamed my breasts and then over my back to my ass. He backed off again.
“Take off the bikini bottoms and lay down Lana.”
“Um…” I removed my bikini and climbed onto the small bed.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Good to know. I’m clean but you don’t know that. Unless you’re with the same person and trust them and have been tested, wrap it.”
“I’m a virgin not a complete moron Gord.” My giggle was straight up nervousness.
“Since you’re nervous as hell I won’t ask for oral.”
I watched him take a condom out of his duffel bag and put it on. This was happening; I was finally going to have sex. Did I want it to be better than this? Did I want it to be with someone I actually liked? Yes to both questions, but so far, that wasn’t happening and I wasn’t so sure I didn’t like Gord. He and Tara were close and we hang out all the time. We pick on each other and are often mean, but in a friendly way.
He grinned and knelt on the bed between my legs. “Holy shit Lana you are nervous.” He ran his hands up my legs to my stomach and up to my breasts. His erection rested on my sex as he began fondling my breasts.
“Just get it over with.” I frowned as his lips fell to my breast and his tongue circled my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. “Oh.”
I’ve had guy’s do this, but not with so much force. I was instantly horny. He pinched the other nipple hard as his mouth went to town on my other. His free hand went down between my legs. His mouth came free of my breast with a pop.
“Not bad, but you need to be warmed up so it doesn’t hurt as much.”
“How do you kn…” I gasped as his fingers slipped down between my hot folds.
“Have you been fingered?”
“Yes.” It came out so breathy. No wonder I sounded like a sex kitten this felt amazing. I was wiggling my hips as he rubbed my clit.
“Close your eyes Lana.”
He rubbed my clit until I could stand the pleasure no more and I grit my teeth and stifled my cry.
“Oh no, if you’re going to orgasm you should let it all out Lana. It’s better trust me and guy’s love it.”
“Trust you.” I panted as he slipped a finger inside me. It was so much more fun when it wasn’t my own finger.
“Yes. Trust me. I’ve learned a thing or two.” He slipped the second finger in with the first when he said ‘two’.
“Ugh you sound so slutty Gord.”
“Experienced is the word Lana. You should be grateful; I could just ram it in and get it over with as you put it.” He stroked until the sound became wet and I felt the tension slipping away.
I was moving my hips again and aching for more. I was ready. “Will you?”
He pulled his fingers out and lowered his mouth. I was not prepared for him to lick me and I semi sat up. “What are… Oh… Oh shit.” I flopped back down and gripped the sheets as his tongue slipped from my opening up to my clit and back down, plunging deep then back out and up.
I bucked my hips up and he moaned as he moved over me. “Lana you taste fantastic.” He lowered his mouth to mine and I was not expecting to a, like the taste or b, like kissing him as much as I do. I was so turned on and so horny I was beside myself.
I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue met with mine. I felt a soft firmness at my opening and when he pushed in slowly, my eyes flew open, I tensed and my hymen stopped him.
“Relax. It won’t hurt for long.” He smiled and with one fast push, he tore the thin membrane.
“Ow, ow, ow.” I felt tears prick my eyes as the burning pain made me want to get away.
“Shh.” He kissed my tears and held still inside me.
Gradually the pain faded. Slowly the tingling urgency of need started to come back and I could feel the fullness of him in me.
“Oh my God.” I smiled. “Oh Gord this feels good. Oh I like how you feel inside me.”
“There see? It’s nothing to fear. Ready?”
I nodded feeling him pull out. “Oh.” I felt him push back in stretching me wide. “Oh, that’s… That’s…” My eyes fluttered.
He repeated the process and I was lost in sensation. I wanted to try other positions, but was too happy to move or talk. I’ve masturbated and I’ve had orgasms from men fingering me, but this? This was by far better.
“You’re too tight.” He panted as he moved faster.
“I think I’m…” I gripped the sheets as he slammed into me. “Oh wow. Yes I’m going to…” I closed my eyes and my body clenched him hard as the orgasm came in short fast bursts of pleasure. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh…”
“Holy fuck! Arrgh, ahh.” Gord made a nearly angry face as he came then collapsed on me. I loved this sensation of being pressed by his hot sweaty body. He rolled off and sat up after taking what felt like a glorious forever. “I’ve had virgin pussy many times, but you Lana were by far the best ever. Of any actually.”
“Huh.” I sat up. “Thanks. For the complement and not hurting me. Not really.”
He shrugged. “Sex is better if you’re hot and ready. Use the towel before you get up. Congrats Lana you’re cherry free.”
I looked and saw a decent amount of blood understanding now why they called it a cherry. I got up, grabbed my bikini, went to the bathroom and dressed. I felt amazing, giddy and light. Aside from the slight discomfort between my legs, I was fine. More than fine, I was free of my weird burden. Now I had to face Tara. Would she be pissed that I had sex with her brother? Panic crept into my guts and made a lovely nest there.
I came back down the stairs to see Gord and Tara’s boyfriend Jim at the table eating pizza. Tara had half empty grocery bags at her feet and looked up as I came into the room.
“Wait a second.” She grinned at me. “You had sex.”
Even if I could lie about it, my face already told her the truth by turning bright red
“Yay!” She ran over and hugged me. “It’s about time. It’s fun right?”
“Nice.” Jim said with a laugh.
I adore Jim, he’s super nice and treats Tara like a queen. He loves her too much and when he proposed it was epic. They get along in a weirdly perfect way. He was funny and easy to hang out with.
I looked down at the floor. “Um…”
“Oh I already figured it was Gord.”
The two at the table high-fived.
My face hurt it was so red, I glanced at Gord and Jim. They both looked overly pleased with themselves. Gord winked at me.
“My brother’s had a hard crush on you for years and I figured if I left you two alone enough this week it would happen.”
“And you’re okay with that?” I asked her wide-eyed and mortified.
“Hell yes I’m okay with you two. I planned it.” She laughed. “You think you hate each other, but you don’t. Kudos Gord for not taking for-freaking-ever.”
Tara and Gord are close siblings; they actually get along and often hang out. It never occurred to me that she would be okay with what happened. She went back to packing the fridge.
I glanced over at the table. Jim was watching Tara’s ass as she bent to pick up packages. Gord got up from the table, half smiled at me, leered and then laughed at Jim adjusting his bulge.
“This is going to be a great week, I’m glad the others cancelled.” Gord held his hand out to me. “Let’s go for a walk.”
I took it and walked with him out to the beach. We made it all the way to the water before Gord turned to face me. “I’d like it if you got all weird and clingy Lana.” He brushed my hair behind my ear and pulled me into a deeply arousing kiss. I think I’d like it too.