“So, you’re seeing Billie now?” my dad asked with a smirk.
“Yep,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ as though to end the conversation right then and there.
“How long has that been going on?” Mom asked. “You didn’t tell us you were seeing her.”
I sighed. “It’s new and it’s fragile, so can we just leave it at that?” I pleaded.
My parents looked at one another briefly before nodding. “Well, we bought breakfast!” my dad said before lifting up a white, cardboard box from the nearby bakery. I leaned over and peered through the transparent plastic top and felt my stomach rumble at the sight of delicious donuts and pastries. It was enough to settle my nerves, at least, for the time being.
“I’ll go get a pot of coffee started then,” I declared before heading toward the kitchen. As I approached, I could hear Billie and Lincoln happily talking together and it put a smile on my face.
“After she eats, I usually take her outside for a walk so she can go to the bathroom,” Billie was saying when I reached the doorway.
“Ooh! Ooh! Can I come?” Lincoln asked.
“Um…” Billie trailed off and thought about it for a moment. “I don’t have a problem with it, but we should probably check with your father first.”
I took a step toward them and cleared my throat. “Not today, Linc,” I told him in a stern voice before shaking my head. “Your grandparents are visiting. It’d be rude to ignore them now.”
“Aww!” Lincoln complained with a pout.
“I know, I know. It’s a hard life isn’t it, buddy?” I said sardonically before rolling my eyes playfully toward Billie. “Now, go into the living room and spend time with Nana and Papa.”
With a bit of a sulk, Lincoln dragged his feet as he walked back toward the living room. Lucky started to follow him, but Billie quickly caught her and attached the leash to her collar.
“Sorry, Lucky. Time for walkies!” Billie said encouragingly and the little dog’s tail began to wag excitedly.
“I’ll see you later then,” I whispered to Billie with a nod. “You are coming back right?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
Then she was gone and I was left alone with my parents and Lincoln once more. As soon as I emerged from the kitchen, all eyes were on me and I could tell my parents wanted to question me about Billie, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted some more time before we told everyone what was going on. It was nice to have this little, private time just for Billie and me. I didn’t want anyone to take that away from me.
So, I served my parents coffee and we ate a few cakes and pastries while Lincoln rabbited on about a trip he was going on next week with his pre-school. In that moment, it felt like everything had somehow returned to normal. The only telltale sign that things had changed was the undeniable ache in my heart as I yearned for Billie’s embrace once more.
Come home soon, Billie. Come back to me.
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Billie
As usual in the morning, I only took Lucky on a short walk around the area. She didn’t need too much exercise, but she enjoyed the scenery all the same and sniffed at every tree and lamp post that we passed with renewed vigor. The one thing she hadn’t done, however, was the very thing I’d taken her outside to do.
“Come on, Lucky. Do your business,” I encouraged with a smile down at my sweet dog.
However, Lucky wasn’t obeying my commands today. In the end, we’d walked twice around the block before stopping outside Quentin’s apartment building once more. I didn’t mind too much, however since it was an excellent excuse to get away from Quentin’s crowded apartment. I was still a little freaked out, especially after hearing Lincoln refer to me as his ‘new mom’ when he thought I was sleeping.
I leaned back against the wall and rubbed a hand over my tired eyes. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to have a relationship with Lincoln, but I was still scared he might get hurt if things didn’t work out. In an effort to take my mind off the subject, I glanced back down at Lucky, but she still hadn’t managed to go to the bathroom. I sighed and looked down at my dog with a worried expression.
“Is everything okay with you?” I asked her even though she couldn’t give me an answer. I crouched down to pet her head comfortingly and gave her a kiss on the head. However, I was startled soon after by the emergence of a familiar voice behind me.
“You can come back inside, you know. We don’t bite,” Mrs. Wendall said with a smile as she stepped outside the door.
“Oh, no it’s not that. I--”
She waved her hand dismissively at me. “I was just playing with you,” she explained. “I brought you some coffee.”
I smiled gratefully as she passed me the mug. It was warm in my hands and the smell soothed me. I took a sip and felt much better soon after. The smooth, warm liquid slid down my throat and made me feel much more awake.
“Thanks, Mrs. Wendall.”
“Oh, please. We’re practically family now. Please, call me Miriam,” she stated.
“Miriam, then,” I replied, trying out the new name on my lips.
For a few moments, we stood in silence as I drank from my coffee. I watched as Lucky sniffed around the small patch of grass out front and began scratching at the bark of the tree. The air around me felt awkward and tense and I wondered if I should say something to change the mood, but Miriam beat me to it.
“I knew when I hired you that you were going to be a hit with Quentin,” she remarked all of a sudden.
It was so out of the blue that I ended up spitting out my coffee and staring at her incredulously. My mouth was gaping and my eyes were wide open. What exactly did she mean? My mind was racing with possibilities and questions, but none of them were coming to the surface.
“Thank you for making those boys happy again,” she said with a smile. “God knows they both deserve a bit of happiness after everything they’ve been through.”
Before I could say anything else, Miriam was walking back inside and leaving me and Lucky alone again to mull over what she had said. I glanced down at my dog and relief washed over me when I realized she had finally done her business.
“Good girl, Lucky,” I told her as I pet her head. I reached for a scented bag to clean up the mess before finally heading back inside with a racing heart.
As soon as I let myself back into the apartment, Lucky was racing off to get attention from Quentin and I slumped down in the empty arm chair, feeling on edge but relieved to sit down again. Before I could regain my nerves, however, Lincoln was already climbing onto my knees and sitting himself on my lap.
“Can we play with the chemistry kit again today, Billie?” he asked with big, doe eyes. “That one is my favorite!”
It reminded me of what Lincoln had called me that very morning: his new mom. I was still a little shocked by it, but it was clear that the two of us had a deep and meaningful connection already. I didn’t want to ruin that just because I was scared. Instead of pushing him away, I wrapped my arms tight around him and nodded.
“Of course, we can, little guy! We can do whatever you want.”
“Yay!”
Lincoln promptly jumped off my lap and sprinted away toward his stack of science kits. While he was gone, I snuck a few pastries and sausage rolls to fill up my aching stomach while Quentin and his parents talked business for a little bit. Something about a new distributor? It was hard to keep up with the jargon.
Soon, however, Lincoln had returned with his chemistry set and the two of us ended up laying on the ground, setting up small flasks and glass containers with mysterious colored liquids. Lincoln watched with amazed eyes as we made them bubble, change color, and even turn from a liquid to a solid.
His grandparents and Quentin had turned their attention to us now and when I glanced over, I noticed that Lucky was draped over Quentin’s lap. She was being given lots of scratches under the chin and behind her ears. The sweet dog looked like she was over the moon with all the attention. It brightened my m
ood even more despite me thinking it wasn’t possible.
“So, this lovely one belongs to you, Billie?” Quentin’s father asked as he leaned over to pet Lucky too. “She’s quite a beauty.”
“Thank you, I think so too,” I agreed with a smile.
“She’s certainly taken to Quentin quite well, hasn’t she!” Miriam remarked with a smile.
“Yes, she really seems to fit right in,” Mr. Wendall added.
Their kind remarks made my heart swell and I couldn’t squash the feeling that right here was where I belonged. Lincoln, however, felt differently.
“But Nana, Papa, have you seen this!” he cried out, holding up a vial of purple liquid. “I put blue and red in here and it became purple!”
Everyone giggled.
“That’s good, Linc,” Quentin told him.
“Yes, very good,” Mr. Wendall said.
“You’re going to be our little scientist when you grow up, aren’t you?” Miriam said.
“Yes! I’m going to make really cool robots! And I’m going to work with dinosaurs! And make big explosions!” Lincoln told them emphatically.
His enthusiasm was so cute that he bowled us all over. We continued playing and conversing nicely with one another for a few hours after that. We shared donuts and more coffee as Lincoln went through science set after science set showing them off for everyone. Eventually, however, Mr. and Mrs. Wendall needed to leave.
“Linc, do you want us to take you to that Natural History Museum today?” Mr. Wendall asked.
Lincoln gasped loudly. “Really?”
“Of course. Come on then, buddy. Let’s get going before it’s too late!” he said as he beckoned Lincoln to follow him.
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked Quentin, feeling worried even though Lincoln was just going out with his grandparents.
Quentin, however, was very much not worried. Instead, he was hugging me from behind as he watched his parents usher Lincoln out the door with a quick goodbye over their shoulders. As soon as the door shut behind them, he began pressing dirty kisses to my neck and shoulder. I couldn’t stop my head from falling back as a moan dropped from my lips.
“Quentin… What are you doing?” I asked in a breathy voice.
“Exactly what it looks like I’m doing,” he commented with a grin. “I’m trying to fuck my girlfriend.”
The words made my breath catch and I couldn’t resist turning in his arms and staring at him. “Girlfriend?”
“Of course,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
Happier than I’d been in a long time, I practically leaped back into Quentin’s arms and began kissing him fiercely. The two of us wound our arms around one another, fingers tearing at the edges of our clothing as we hurried to undress. Quentin’s fingers slipped under the hem of my t-shirt, moving up the soft flesh of my stomach before reaching my breasts. He groaned as he cupped one in his hand.
A desperate moan fell from my panting lips as we broke away from one another for air. “Quentin, I want you so badly,” I told him as my hands dropped to the waistband of his sweats. “Let’s hurry up and get to the bedroom. I want to taste you again.”
Quentin’s eyes widened and the black overtook the soft green of his irises. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me back in roughly for a sloppy kiss. “You turn me on so damn much.”
We stumbled back to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade from where we’d left it this morning and I was eager to climb back in with the hot, sexy man in front of me. This time, however, I didn’t let him take charge. I pushed his shoulders until he sat on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his sweats down his long, muscular legs.
With fluttering eyelashes, I leaned in to mouth at his clothed cock where it lay trapped by his boxers. I could see the thick, hard outline of it, however, and it was making my pussy wet already. Quentin’s thighs were shaking from arousal as I pressed kisses to the tip of his cock through the thin material. It was dampening from his pre-come and I’d never felt sexier.
“How badly do you want to fuck me, Quentin?” I asked as I glanced up at him through my eyelashes.
“God, so fucking badly,” he muttered in response. His fingers were digging into his knees as he struggled to hold back.
“Well, I want to suck on that big dick of yours first, so why don’t you lie back and get comfortable?” I playfully pushed on his shoulder and Quentin fell back, succumbing to the picture I painted for him.
Now that I had him where I wanted him, I pulled his underwear down and off, revealing his thick cock once more. It was hard and the tip was glistening from his arousal. I licked my lips. I couldn’t wait. I pushed his legs open and settled between them before descending on his cock. I happily licked and sucked at the soft skin there, feeling it throb on my tongue.
“Mmm, Billie, that feels so good,” Quentin encouraged before letting out a string of moans as I dragged my tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock.
When I pulled off to take a deep breath, I grinned at the sight before me. Quentin was laid back, his face screwed up in pleasure, while his hands fisted the sheets beneath him. I wanted so much more, however. Unable to stay away for long, I leaned back in and swallowed his cock as deep as I could. The last few inches that didn’t fit, I wrapped my hand around and began rubbing them in time with every suck.
“Oh God, Billie… I’m gonna come. God, you’re so beautiful,” Quentin moaned among other compliments. It was incredible how vocal he was. I’d had partners before that had barely moaned let alone told me how they felt. It made me feel desired, sexy, and powerful. Quentin was like no one I’d ever been with before.
But I couldn’t let him come just yet.
I pulled off with a pop and grinned up at him. “Don’t come yet,” I said in a husky voice as I stood up. “I want it inside me.”
Quentin glanced up just in time to catch me beginning to strip sensually. I slowly pulled my t-shirt and bra off, revealing my big, heavy tits before reaching down and pulling my borrowed shorts and panties off. Every curve was displayed for Quentin’s pleasure and I could see how turned on he was. His eyes moved down my body, pausing every now and then to take in the view. His cock twitched as he looked at my pussy and he bit down on his lips as he stared at my breasts.
“Don’t tease me, baby,” he whispered as he sat up. “Let me make you feel good.”
I grinned and closed the gap between us before straddling his lap. “You always do,” I whispered seductively into his ear before reaching down and grabbing hold of his cock in my hand. With one smooth move, I lowered myself down until his big, thick dick breached me and buried itself deep inside.
A loud moan fell from my lips as I felt myself take the entirety of his length inside me. He was warm and hard and everything I needed and I couldn’t hold myself back from riding him hard and fast. My tits bounced as I rocked my hips up and down. Every time he pushed back in, I felt the head of his cock graze something pleasurable inside me. It was driving me crazy and only made me move more erratically as I desperately sought my own climax.
“Fuck, Quentin, feels so good,” I mumbled, barely able to talk from the way the pleasure was making me lightheaded. I gripped his shoulders tight as we fucked. My nails were digging into the flesh of the muscles in his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks I knew would last at least until tomorrow.
The whole thing was mind blowing. We both grabbed and pawed at one another like we were hungry for it, starving even. Our bodies moved in sync, slotting together like we were made for one another. It was hot and sweaty and dirty, but it was also perfect.
I leaned back a little to get a different angle as I rode him and Quentin’s cock began to nail my g-spot on every thrust. My vision began to cloud as my orgasm neared and I began to scream in ecstasy. Quentin grabbed hold of my hips and began thrusting up into me as best he could.
“Fuck this,” he growled and gripped
me tight before flipping us over completely.
I yelped from the sudden movement, but Quentin was focused. He grabbed hold of my thighs and pushed them up and open before thrusting back inside me. His gaze was pinned downward, watching where our bodies connected as he pushed inside me over and over.
“Your pussy feels so good. You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you? I can feel it pulling me back inside every time I try to pull out. Such a greedy little slut,” he groaned before leaning down and kissing me hard. His teeth bit into my bottom lip and I moaned before finally exploding.
“Quentin!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me. My whole body shook and I wrapped my arms tight around my lover. He fucked me through it, only driving me higher and higher to the peak of bliss.
“Beautiful, so beautiful. So good for me,” Quentin mumbled as he began to press kisses all over my face.
It wasn’t long before Quentin finally succumbed to his own climax. He spilled his load deep inside me before pulling out and rolling over. He pulled me to him and spooned me from behind, kissing my shoulder and neck.
“Was that good for you, baby?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
I giggled. “It was incredible.”
Quentin smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”
Knowing that Lincoln would be home soon, the two of us got dressed and returned to the living room. Quentin picked up a mug of coffee and sipped at it, grimacing when he found it cold.
“Oh, by the way,” I began with a devilish smile. “Your mom told me she knew you would want me when she hired me.”
Quentin spat out the coffee and began coughing. “W-what?”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I patted his back and smiled. This is the start of something beautiful. I just know it.
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Quentin
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