by Simon, Misty
And then he threw down his ball and mitt and jumped onto the couch with them, screaming about how happy he was.
Claudia sat shell-shocked for a moment before being dragged into the first family hug of many. Life was good and would hopefully only get better.
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Hours later, with Justin finally in bed and Zoe home for the night, Claudia felt like a schoolgirl, sneaking over to Nate’s house. She was going to have her cake and eat it too, and she was going to do it tonight. Zoe had shooed her out of the house without even a farewell, telling her to get her groove on and not to look back.
She hadn’t had sex in so many years, it hurt her girl parts to think about it, but she had dressed the part under her blouse and capris and hoped Nate would love it. The tiny, pink, silky panties perfectly matched the push-up bra clinging to her boobs. She’d shaved, waxed and lotioned to her heart’s content.
Yes, this could be a huge mistake. Yes, it could ruin her friendship of many years with a man who meant the world to her. But it could also enhance it a thousandfold. Nights with Nate wrapped around her like gift wrap, days of sharing with him across the kitchen table, snatching kisses and quick caresses when Justin wasn’t looking. This was her chance at making the family she’d always wanted, and with a man who made her heart sing a song like never before.
Of course, she still had doubts and anxieties about the whole thing. Nothing in life was a sure bet. Even making a cake while following the recipe to the last letter didn’t always produce the same result every single time. But you had to try before you could fail. And that was just what she was going to do tonight and hopefully for the rest of her life. She was going to grab this chance with Nate, the chance she thought she’d never have or want again, and run with it as far as possible.
Her hands were sweaty on the wheel of her car when she pulled up in front of his house. God, what if she had forgotten how to have sex?
But when Nate opened the front door and barely let her all the way into the foyer before giving her the first orgasm of the night, with his hands in her pants and his tongue doing wicked, wicked things to her neck and earlobe, she knew her fears were ridiculous.
It was the first of many, and she returned the favor over and over again throughout the night. It was only as dawn peeked in through the upstairs curtains that she fell into an exhausted sleep. As she hovered between this world and dreamland, she had a vision of herself at Decadence in the coming months.
Tears would be going around even before it was time to see the dress May would make over bowls of cornflakes and endless reruns of old shows. The wave of laughter and tears would come, and when it did, Mona would have control of the volume and intensity. When it quieted and when it swelled. The flowers would be made by her sister from the loveliest blooms.
And her cake would have sprinkles, and be made with the finest sugar.
A word about the author...
Misty Simon lives in Central Pennsylvania and is happiest when she is creating stories that make you laugh out loud. Everyone needs some laughter in their lives and she is all too happy to provide.
You can find her on the web at:
www.mistysimon.com.
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