by Lauren Wood
Before, it started so slowly, with soft kisses and touches. The kiss is what had changed everything and I had followed him down the hallway and into a room where we could be alone.
We were alone now and I didn't have to do much more than straddle his naked lap to really get things started. His hard length was standing tall and waiting for me. I straddled him and settled down on top of him. He gasped as he entered me and my own mouth made similar sounds.
Steven’s eyes closed and I kissed his lips gently. I wasn't the only one that was losing it from the movement. I was clamping down around him as my body exploded with an orgasm. It all came upon me so swiftly that I was not prepared for it.
I called out his name, unable to stop the sound of I'm coming off my lips. Steven just felt so good and I had the same feeling as before, like he was made for me. Every inch of him was sucked down into my wet sheath and I tried to hold it together, but it was harder than it sounded.
At some point, I tried to lift off of him because I couldn't stand him inside of me any longer. Just Steven being inside of me was enough to push me over the edge and now it was going to happen again, just from trying to get away from him. He had his hands on my shoulders and every time I tried to get away, he pulled me back down. All the effort I was using to get away from Steven was only making it easier to come. I lost my nerves again, crying out and trying to stifle the sound.
Finally I just moved back altogether and he sort of chuckled at my response. Here I was, thinking that I was giving myself a break, but I was really just setting it up for him to take over.
Steven’s hands moved from my shoulders to my hips. He was pressing me down on him and then rotating his hips underneath me. His hard cock was slipping in and out of me. I don't know if it ever did totally go away. It always had at least the tip inside and would then surge deep enough to make me squirm.
“You feel as good as I remember, Bonnie.”
I was unable to answer him and I don't even know if I would have. The way his hips moved underneath me left little attention for anything else. I couldn't even kiss the lips that were pressed against mine. I found myself unable to do even the easiest task.
He kept talking about how good I felt and how he wanted to be inside of me forever. I couldn’t focus on any of that. I certainly couldn't answer him back. All I could do at the moment was take what was given and try my best to not wake up the neighborhood and the rest of the people in the house. Steven wasn’t something I wanted to admit to.
The whole time I was trying to deal with Steven, he was increasingly faster and faster. It became impossible to focus on anything else. I don't know if that was his intentions or not.
“I love it when you whimper like that, Bonnie. You know that after all this time, I still haven’t forgotten that sound. It’s like music to my ears.”
“That music is going to wake people up.”
“You’re right. We should do this another way.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Then he pulled me up and out of him, before setting me down on the floor in front of the couch. I didn’t really have any time to think about what was going to happen next. He was already on me and his lips moved down, to capture my own.
I kissed him back, thinking that this was going to be just a kiss. I needed that connection, after writhing in pleasure for so long. I was so in need of a moment to catch my breath, but this was not that moment.
This was the time that he sidetracked me with a kiss, only to plunge deep and then used the kiss to make sure that my screams couldn’t be heard. The tempo was back to a staggering pace that I couldn’t quite handle. I didn’t know what to do with it all, but I didn’t have a choice. Steven just made me take it and even the muffled sounds that came out of me weren’t near as loud as before, even though my body was shaking and about to implode once more.
His hard length battered my insides, up to the point that I was pushing back against him. I was ready for him to come, because my body was just too sensitive to do much of anything else. I really wanted to make sense of all of this, but it felt impossible. All I could do at the moment was feel and hold on for dear life.
Then another wave of pleasure came over me and I couldn’t stop the desperation that went through me. I felt like he was never going to stop and I was going to be exploding until the end of time. I begged him to come, pleaded with him, because I quite frankly, couldn’t take anymore. It wasn’t like I wanted to either. I was done, satisfied. There was nothing else that he could do to make me feel better. There wasn’t a place higher than the one that I was already at.
Steven seemed to get the hint because he was moving faster and I could tell by the jaggedness of the strokes, that he was about to finally lose it. I was relieved and then filled with his hot seed.
We laid like that for a while, on the floor, Steven’s body covering mine. As much as I liked to think that I’d learned a lot in our time apart, it was obvious that Steven had been a better student.
When he got off of me, Steven pulled me up with him and then threw me over his shoulder, caveman style.
“Where are you taking me?”
I giggled as he smacked my ass. “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”
I kind of thought that very thing. We’d only done it once before and even back then, in our altered state, it had been enough. This time around, him sober and me already ready to go to bed, was enough as well.
“You can’t be serious. I can only come so much.”
“Nonsense, Bonnie. How am I going to win you over if you don’t even know what I can do?”
I didn’t have an answer for that, and it wasn’t long before I wasn’t able to answer the question anyways. He was throwing me on the bed and then flipping me over onto my stomach.
“What are you doing?”
He chuckled. “I am going to slide in this way. Then you will be able to bury your face in the pillow and we won’t wake anyone up. I can’t hold back like I did downstairs. I am going to pop if I don’t properly have you right now.”
I was speechless and then I was doing as suggested. He wasn’t going to give me time to adjust and he didn’t even bother to silence me. It was up to me and I was quickly burying my face into the mattress and calling out his name.
My voice was soon raw, as well as sore spots in all types of other places. This man was too much and I wasn’t able to think straight the rest of the night. When I did go to sleep, it wasn’t of my own volition. Steven had just sucked me dry and there was nothing I could do about it.
15
Steven
I got caught leaving the house and it was something that Bonnie had warned me about. It wasn't like she was trying to hide me or anything like that. In truth, we had no idea what was going on between us anyways. Bonnie just didn't want the kids to think that we were an item. The divorce was still brand new and there was also the idea that they would go back to her ex-husband and spill the beans. Neither one of us was ready for that.
I loved her reasoning, but it really didn't matter. Whatever it was, she was pretty adamant about it and I wasn't stupid enough to fight her. If she didn't want me to be around when the kids were awake, especially in the morning, then who was I to say anything?
But I had been caught. When I went to go use the bathroom the next morning, Jake saw me in the hallway as I was going back into the bedroom.
He asked me what I was doing there, and I didn't know what to say for several minutes. Finally, I just said that I had stopped over to grab something from his mom. Then he asked me why I didn't have any pants on and for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally, I just told him that I had to get going and went into the bedroom. I didn't tell Bonnie that I'd been caught, but I'm sure that she was going to hear about it and then I would hear about it later.
I went to the school after I left her place and even though the morning had not been exactly what I had envisioned for the day, I was in a pretty damn good mood. It wou
ld be hard to get me off of the cloud that I was presently on. Sex with Bonnie had been amazing and my body was still full of the desires it held for her.
Of course, I had not considered that Jesse was going to be the first face that I saw. Usually we got along pretty good and I always saw him as something of a friend, but that was certainly not what I viewed him as now. I think that change alone was the most jarring for me. Someone that had once been a friend to me was now an enemy, or at least it felt like it.
“Good morning, Steve.”
“Good morning, Jesse. I was just coming in to see how everything was coming along. I hadn't heard back from you the last time I sent you an email. Just wanted to make sure everything is okay.”
“Just been busy, Steve. Why don't you just tell me what it said, and I can answer any questions that you have.”
“I don't have too many questions, Jesse. I was just asking how everything was going. If you needed any help with that final push. I know a few people available if needed.”
He waved me off and said that he had everything under control. It felt like Jesse was holding something back and I would bet anything, that it had to do with Bonnie. He had made himself quite clear and his intentions even clearer. He wanted Bonnie, just like I did. But what he didn’t know, was I had her now, claimed fully as mine, over and over again.
“So, I rode down Sycamore Lane this morning.”
“Yeah? Do you usually go down that way?”
Sycamore was a road that Bonnie lived on and me as well. I had a feeling that it did not have to do with it being my road. It had something to do with Bonnie.
“Not usually, but something of interest lives on that road now.”
“Look Jesse, I don't know what is going on between you and Bonnie, but if you have something to say to me, you can just go ahead and say it. We have been friends for too long to sit here and dance around each other like this.”
“I saw you leaving her house at about seven o'clock this morning. That's what I'm getting at.”
I told him that it was me that was leaving her house, but I didn't know what else he wanted me to say on the subject. I guess maybe he wanted me to admit that me and Bonnie were seeing each other. The only reason I hesitated to say anything was because Bonnie was the one that was going to have to make that decision.
I couldn't piss on her like a tree trunk and claim her like I was an animal. That was going to have to be something that she acknowledged. I didn't want to cause trouble for her.
“We are just old friends, Jesse. I’m not going to do anything to try to dissuade her from going out with you, but like I said before, she’s already mine.”
“Are you trying to go out with her as well?”
I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and didn't say anything one way or another. I didn't even know what we were to each other and the last thing I wanted to do, was overstep and mess things up. I didn't want to change what was happening before it actually happened.
“I care about Bonnie and it's hard not to feel something for her. Of course I want her. She’s mine. We have history, and it won’t be long until we have a future.”
Jesse scoffed and then agreed with a nod of his head. “As ambiguous as that sounds, I can totally relate. But I do not agree with the idea that she’s yours. Bonnie is single.”
We both kind of chuckled, but it wasn't the same. The easy camaraderie that we had before was gone. I honestly don't know if we were going to be able to get it back. It certainly wasn't going to happen when Bonnie was someone wedged in between us. She was going to have to make a choice and even though I was pretty sure I knew what that choice was going to be, it still made me a little nervous. I didn't like that somebody was waiting patiently for me to strike out, just so that they could have a swing. It added undue pressure.
“I’m going to go check out how the details are coming along.”
I went to the new wing of the school that was really coming together. The vision that I had seen in my mind coming together, was the best part of being an architect. It was seeing something in my head and then watching it slowly coming to fruition. The amount of time and money and energy that went into it was nothing compared to the final feeling of completion when it was right in front of me. It was like I was staring at something that was from my mind. I don't know why, but that was the most satisfying.
I was happy with the school’s progress and it was coming along perfectly. The night that I had shared with Bonnie made it so there was not much that could make my day any better. I was on the proverbial cloud nine and nothing was going to stop me. I had everything I needed and the one thing that I was still a little unsure about, was soon going to be mine for good. I was just so sure of that.
I was walking back to my place because the school wasn't that far, and I really needed the fresh air. The air was crisp and even though it was the middle of December, I couldn't really tell. There was the heat behind the air, and it invigorated me. I really was feeling pretty damn good and I must not have noticed that there was something wrong with everything. I didn't notice that there was a blacked-out vehicle following me for almost three blocks. I didn't notice when they stopped and pulled over a little bit behind me. I didn't notice the three men that came out running towards me. I did notice the first hit that started moments after.
They just kept coming over and over again and every part of my body was in pain. I lay there broken and bruised. I could feel someone shifting in my pockets. Was I really getting mugged? In Ridgewood?
16
Bonnie
I got the news as soon as I got home. I didn't hear it from the neighbors that were congregated outside. I didn't hear it through the gossip line at work at the hospital. I found out about the attack on Steven from the police that were still camped outside of our houses.
At first, I thought that something had happened to one of the kids. I don't know why, but they weren't quite back from school yet and it was the first thing that came to mind. Something happened to my children. Somebody ran them over when they were getting off the bus. It wasn't even time for the bus, but that is where my mom brain took me. I didn't know where my kids were so obviously it was something to do with them.
Then after a moment when I was pulling into my driveway, I realized that every police officer in town was in Steven’s house. My worry went from my kids, to the man I had shared the night with. Steven was more than that though and it was immediately clear to me when I didn’t know what was going on. The fear that gripped me, thinking that something had happened to him, was telling.
I ran towards his house, trying to get sound information, but I was held back by the police officer.
“Is Steven in there? My neighbor Steven, is he okay?”
There was no ambulance and there weren't any fire trucks or anything, but right there on the sidewalk was a dark red spot of blood not too far from his house on the pavement. Every one of those details I picked up when I was running towards the house, and now it was clear to me what it was.
“I am sorry Ma’am, but your neighbor is at the hospital. He was attacked and was taken in.”
“Attacked? In Ridgewood?”
I couldn't believe the last bit. This was something that I would have thought of within the city where I used to live with Doug. Violence was one of the many reasons that I wanted to leave the city. I wanted to come back home where everything was safe, and I knew that my kids would be fine. This is of course what I had told myself, and now I struggle to see how that could be true. How could somebody attack Steven right in front of his house, in the middle of the day?
“Did anybody see what happened?”
“One of the neighbor’s said that they saw three guys get out of a van and basically beat the crap out of him. We don't have any motive. We don't have any suspects and she was too shaken up by what she saw to really be much help. They were wearing masks, so we can't even attempt to identify them.”
“What about the van? There can't be too many
tinted window vans in town.”
“It seems pretty clear that this wasn't somebody from town. Like you said, stuff like this doesn't happen in Ridgewood. It most likely is a problem that followed him from the city. He has a lot of money and that usually comes with quite a few enemies. You said that you lived next door?”
“Yeah, I live right there. We just moved in a couple of weeks ago, but I've known Steven since high school.”
“Can you think of anyone that would want to hurt him?”
I kind of shrugged in response because I really didn't have an answer. We were just in that stage where we were getting to know each other again, and there was so much that I hadn't gotten caught up on. The day-to-day enemies that he had picked up through his business dealings was not something that I was privy to.
We talked for a few more moments, and he gave me his card when I mentioned that I had to get back over to my place. The kids were going to be off of the bus soon, and it was already going to be enough stress and shock for them to have to get off the bus with the police cars outside. I wanted to stand out there so that they would see me right away and not worry too much. Or, at least no more than it was necessary.
After I got the kids off the bus, I took them over to my parents’ house because I wanted to go down to the hospital and make sure that Steven was alright. It was all I could think about. Not but ten hours before all of this we were in each other's arms. Now, I had no idea how bad off he was. All I had to go off of was how large an ever darkening pool on the sidewalk meant.
That obviously left too much room for my mind and imagination to come up with all kinds of scenarios. I had to do something, or I was going to drive myself crazy.
I had just dropped the kids off at my parents and I was on my way to the hospital when I got a call from Doug. We hadn't talked since I dropped them off on Friday, and considering the fact that Steven had gone to go pick up the kids, I figured that's what it was about. But of course, at the moment I wasn't really too worried about any of that. The last thing I wanted to do was argue with Doug about it. Not when Steven was laying up in the hospital hurt.
