Batteries Not Included: A Romantic Comedy

by Christa Lynn

  “Pearl, please call me Pearl.”

  “Okay.” I smile as we enter the large family room, an older gentleman sitting in an overstuffed recliner reading the paper. He sees us and folds the paper and stands up.

  “Nash, how’s it going?”

  “Good, Dad. Dad, this is my girlfriend, Shelby. Shelby, this is my dad, Jimbo Bennett.”

  Jimbo takes my hand and kisses my knuckles like an Englishman, Nash immediately clears his throat. His father drops my hand and laughs. “Very glad to meet you, Shelby. Please, have a seat.”

  I sit down next to Nash and rests his hand on my leg in an attempt to calm me, I guess. I wasn’t ready for this, and he gave me no warning or time to prepare. But it’s not long before I feel welcome and at home. We sit down to have dinner and Pearl stops, “Before we eat, I have an announcement to make.”

  Nash leans over to my ear. “Here it comes,” he whispers. Pearl hears him and cuts her eyes at him but continues with her speech. Nash crosses his arms over his chest and leans back, ready to listen to what his mother has to say. The mischievous look in his eye tells me this isn’t the first time his mom has made an “announcement.”

  “Well, I guess I might as well rip the Band-Aid off, your father and I are going to foster a young girl. You may know her,” she says as Amber walks into the dining room, smiling.

  “Amber?” I cry and jump up and run to her, giving her a big hug.

  “When we heard the news story, I knew I couldn’t let her go into foster care, so I immediately made a phone call. Turns out, the only family she has left is her grandmother in Ohio, but she’s too old to take her on. So, she’ll be living with us for the time being.”

  “Mom, you never cease to amaze me,” Nash says as he hugs his mom.

  “I knew how heartbroken both of you were, but since you saved her from the fire, I couldn’t let her jump into a frying pan.”

  “Mom, I think it’s ‘jump from the frying pan into the fire.’”

  “Whatever.” She laughs. “We have temporary custody for six months, then the courts will re-evaluate. Until then, she’s got your old room.”

  “This is awesome, Amber how do you feel?”

  “I miss my mom and dad,” she cries. “But Miss Pearl and Mister Jim are great, so I’m happy to be here.” She smiles, though I can see the sadness in her eyes. She’s overwhelmed and scared, but she sits down next to me.

  “Now, let’s eat,” Pearl says, apparently done with her announcement. She goes back into the kitchen and brings out a huge bowl of homemade chicken and dumplings then goes back for a plate piled high with fresh cornbread. As we eat, I watch Nash. He’s quiet but happy, only I can see his brain wheels spinning. I think what Pearl and Jim have done is amazing, I don’t know anyone that would have cared enough for this little girl to take her in after what she’s been through.

  We eat and make small talk, Pearl and Jim asking about my job and life, but I’m more focused on the girl. She looks uneasy and very uncomfortable, but I guess that’s to be expected when your life is turned upside down in a matter of seconds. She’s lost her home, her family … everything. At least Pearl and Jim understand what it feels like to lose everything. Maybe this pairing will be good for all of them, help Amber move on as well as the family. I imagine a good counselor will be beneficial for all of them, even Nash. Just to help them come to grips with their loss. I just hope Pearl and Jim aren’t using her as a way to fill the holes in their hearts.

  After dinner, I decide to bond a little with Amber. “You want to go for a walk?” I ask her, hoping that she’ll agree. We had our moment in the hospital, but this is different.

  “Sure,” she says, but her eyes are downcast, and she’s unsure. We head out the back door, Nash nodding to me as we go outside. We walk toward a small creek in the back yard to where there is a picnic table. We sit down and face the water, the little wave crackling against a rock bed.

  “You doing all right?” I ask, breaking the silence and knowing that she’s not sure. She sighs and stares at the water, her own pools filling her eyes. I suddenly realize I have no idea what to say to her, I’ve never experienced such loss, that I’d only be making things worse for her. I sit quietly and wait for her to speak, which she finally does.

  “Why is this happening?” she cries.

  “I wish I knew, Amber.”

  “I miss my mom and my dad,” she cries even harder, so I pull her against me and do my best to comfort her. I play with her blonde curls, and she relaxes into me, just a little. I’ve never spent much time around kids, but since she’s almost a teenager, we’re a little closer in age than she and Pearl. Pearl will be a mother figure to her, maybe I can be a sister figure.

  “I know you do, but they’re right up there watching over you,” I say as I point to the setting sun. It’s warm and orange in the sky.

  “But I want them here, with me.”

  “I know, honey, but God had other work for them to do. They’re someone’s Guardian Angel now, they’re your Guardian Angels. They’ll always be your parents, and Pearl and Jim aren’t trying to take their place, but they’ll give you a good home and make sure you have everything you need.”

  “Everything except my parents.”

  “They’re here, just close your eyes, and you can feel them,” I say as she closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath, and I watch the tightness in her face relax a little before she opens her eyes back up. It’s like something washed over here and calmed her.

  “I feel them,” she sighs.

  “Good, hold onto that feeling, Amber. Trust me, they’ll always be with you.” She smiles a small smile, but I know she’s faking it. I can feel her pain radiating through my body, and maybe I can absorb some of that pain for her. She has a long way to go, but she’s young, and kids are so resilient, she’ll bounce back soon enough. I hope anyway.

  “Hey, you two,” Nash says quietly as he walks up behind us. I look at Amber, and she blushes, just the faintest shade of pink on her cheeks. I can’t blame her, Nash makes me blush too.

  “Hey,” I say as I scoot over and let him sit down next to me. “You guys getting to know each other a little?” he asks. Amber nods, but doesn’t say anything. “You know something, Amber?” Nash continues, “I had a sister once, about your age.” He stops, staring off into the creek. “You remind me a lot of her. She was quiet and reserved until she got into her cheerleading dress and then she opened up.”

  “Your sister was a cheerleader?”

  “She was, she loved it. Have you ever cheered?” She shakes her head. “Well, hopefully, you’ll find something you love to do as much as she loved cheering.” He smiles. She smiles back but pulls away from me.

  “You ready to go inside?” I ask her. She nods and walks off alone, looking sad and dejected. Nash gets up to follow her. “Let her go, Nash. She’s been through Hell with more to go, she needs time. All we can do is be there for her when she needs it.”

  “I know, it’s just …”

  “Nash, she’s not your sister.”

  “I know that too, I just want to protect her.”

  “Well, when she’s ready, she’ll let you. But she needs to get through this.” He sits back down and clasps his hands together. “You saved her life, Nash. But she also lost so much, so give her time.”

  He nods and stands up, holding his hand out for me to take it. “Let’s go home,” he whispers.

  “Yours or mine?”

  “Yours.” He smirks as we walk in the door. Pearl is finishing up the dinner dishes, and Jim is back in his recliner watching TV, Amber must be in her room as she’s not around. They’re the typical married couple, and I love it. I just hope they’re able to save Amber while saving themselves.

  We say our goodbyes and head back toward my house. “That was a pretty intense evening,” I say as we pull up to my house.

  “That’s an understatement. I had no idea my parents were going to foster Amber.”

  “I think it’ll
be good for them all, give them all healing. And you too,” I say.

  “Time will tell I guess,” he says as he leans in to kiss me. “You were amazing with her.”

  “It’s because we’re both girls.” I chuckle.

  “You’re no girl,” he groans as he cups my breast sending a tingle through me.

  “Can we at least get out of the car first?” I laugh.

  “No, I want you. Right here, right now,” he moans as he pinches my nipple through my bra. “I’ve been watching all night and fighting a massive hard-on.”

  “Well, you can wait five minutes so we can get in the house.”

  “Nuh-huh,” he mumbles as he nuzzles my neck, dragging his tongue down the sensitive skin. My pussy begins to throb, but I want him naked and in bed, not half naked in a truck. But Nash gets his way, so I press my hand against his cock and pull a small groan from his throat. He lifts my shirt over my head and pops my bra with one hand, my tits spilling into his hands. “God, these are beautiful,” he says as he sucks my nipple into his warm mouth.

  I lean my head back against the seat, and he unbuttons my jeans, slipping his fingers inside. “You’re wet for me,” he moans as he slides a finger inside, his mouth still working my nipple. His palm is against my clit as his fingers stroke deeper and deeper. I open my eyes to make sure there’s no one around and see the coast is clear, so I close them back. “Open your eyes, I want you to look at me when you come,” he groans as he adds pressure to my clit. I’m close to the edge, though I can’t tell if it’s because Nash is so good at what he does, or if it’s the excitement of being in the car, in public where anyone can catch us.

  My neighbors could be watching out their windows, but I couldn’t care less. All I can think about is the sweet release that I know is close, too close. I don’t want it to end yet. “Nash, stop,” I say.

  “Hell no, I’m not stopping until you come all over my fingers.”

  “But the neighbors …”

  “Fuck the neighbors. You’re going to come on my fingers, and if they’re lucky, they’ll be coming soon too. It’s like free porn.” He laughs.

  “You don’t have to face them. Oh, God, Nash!” I cry out as he pinches my clit and bites on my nipple at the same time, sending my head spinning as I scream out the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had.

  “That’s it, beauty.” He smiles against my nipple as he pulls his hand out from my jeans, popping his fingers into his mouth. “Good God, I needed to taste you. Now I need you to taste you,” he says as he sucks the orgasm out of my mouth when his lips and tongue sink into mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. I reach over and pull his cock out of his jeans, then shimmy out of mine before crawling into his lap. He moves the seat back as far as it will go and I press his cock against my pussy, then slowly and tortuously lower myself on him.

  “Fuck, Shelby.” He groans as his hands find my breasts. Here I was embarrassed to be getting fingered in a truck, now I’m riding his cock. He’s right, fuck the neighbors. I grab onto the headrest and plant my knees next to his thighs and slowly lift, and sink back down. I lift and sink back down, his low moan in my ear. Knowing that anyone could see us has me so turned on I can’t even think straight. He pushes his hips up and meets me thrust for thrust, moan for moan. The sounds and smells of sex fill the cab of the truck and the windows fog up from our heavy breathing.

  Nash wraps his lips around my nipple, biting gently and causing the wetness between my legs to flow like a river. His palm presses against my pussy and adds just enough to tease me. “Harder, Nash,” I breathe out on a whisper.

  “And have you come again?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “I love to hear you beg,” he groans as he presses harder, my body tensing up at the onset of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. My legs lock and his upward thrusting gets harder and faster, his fingers now twirling around my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

  “Nash, I’m gonna—” I grunt out the orgasm before I can finish my words. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, and my thighs tighten, my back arching into the steering wheel, the cold leather digging into my back. But I don’t care, I scream out his name and ride the orgasm like I’m surfing a wave.

  His thrusting continues, and he doesn’t move his finger, but his breathing is heavier, and as I collapse onto his shoulder, he stills, grunting in my ear as he comes. We stay this way for a few minutes while we catch our breath, then I finally lift myself off of his lap, a combination of our fluids spilling into his lap.

  “Oops.” I giggle.

  “Wonder how I’ll explain this to the car detail, guy.” He laughs. “But it was so worth it,” he moans as he leans over to kiss me. We pull our pants off, and Nash turns the truck off. “Mind if I come in?”

  “You’d better.” I wink as I open the door and climb out, then dig my keys out of my purse. He runs up behind me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close, and we walk to my door like this. I scan the other houses, and I don’t notice anyone snooping out their windows, but then again, the fun is over. At least, the public fun.

  Once inside he reaches around me and puts his hands on the door, caging me in. His lids are hooded, and he licks his lips. “You … me … bed … now.”

  “Oh, big man, you ready to go again?” I ask slyly, brushing my hand on his still hard cock.

  “I could fuck you all day, all night … and be ready to fuck you again. My cock stays hard when you’re around, and when you’re not around. I have a constant hard-on when I think of you. But you know what else I have?”

  “No,” I whisper, his turquoise eyes burning into me.

  “I have an obsession, an addiction.”

  “Oh, no,” I say with all seriousness, thinking I’ve gotten involved with a drug addict or something.

  “I’m obsessed with this,” he groans as he cups my still sensitive pussy. “But mostly I’m addicted to your heart, your brain, and your soul. The way you are with your mother, and with my parents. The way you were with Amber and your business sense. All such a complete turn on. I can’t get enough of you.” He smiles. “And this pussy is mine,” he groans again as he slips his fingers into my jeans. “You’re a mess.” He smirks.

  “Well, you do that to me,” I admit. “My pussy is a never-ending waterfall around you, and my heart beats like an earthquake when I think of you.”

  “Well, we’re quite the pair then, huh?” he says as he pushes two fingers inside, my eyes staying focused on his. But my head clunks against the door as he fucks me with his fingers. He leans into me and puts his mouth to my ear, “I bet you taste amazing right now.”

  “I’d taste better after a shower,” I moan.

  “What? And miss this creamy goodness?” He smirks as he pulls his fingers out and sticks one in his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as he sucks it. “Here, taste,” he says as he presses the other finger between my lips.

  “Mmm,” I moan. His eyes flash, and he quickly unbuttons my jeans and slowly lowers them to the ground, getting to his knees as he does. He taps my ankles to step out of my panties, and I follow his lead, watching his every move. He spreads my lips and drags his fingers through me causing a shiver to travel up my spine. He’s really going there.

  His flattens his tongue against me and slowly and tortuously pulls it up, stopping on my throbbing clit, eliciting a moan from my throat. “Holy shit,” I hiss. My arms reach above my head, aimlessly searching for something to hold onto so I don’t fall. He licks me like he’s starving like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Fuck …” I lose strength in my legs, so I slowly slide down the wall, his face still buried between my thighs.

  He scoots back and parts my legs and goes in for the kill, sucking my clit into his mouth and sucking so hard that it almost hurts … almost. I suck in a breath and fight the orgasm, I don’t think I can handle another one. My legs are shaking, and I can’t breathe. He pulls back and looks at me, his face slick with my wetnes
s. He crawls up on his knees and takes my mouth with a vengeance. I taste us both on his tongue as it slides across mine, filling my mouth with our essence. He pulls back and stands up, holding his hand out for me, and I take it, standing up on shaky legs.

  He tugs me up the stairs, following behind him like a born submissive. He backs me against the bed, my knees folding as I sit down. My peripheral vision catches Frank on the bedside table, and his eyes follow mine, his eyebrows raising as he takes the pink vibrator into his hands.

  “So, this is Frank, huh?” he asks. I nod, unable to speak. “Well, let’s see what he’s got,” he says as he turns it on, the sound of the vibrations filling the air. I prop myself on my elbows so I can watch him as he spreads my thighs and pushes the toy in, the vibrations sending me closer to the edge. He fucks me with the vibrator and watches my pussy carefully, sucking it in and pushing it out. He looks enthralled as he moves the toy around my pussy, pausing briefly on my clit.

  “Fuucckk,” I groan, the weight on my elbows getting heavy. He alternates between his tongue, his fingers, and the vibe, and my body is on high alert. I palm my breasts, and that seems to set him off, so he pushes two fingers inside and presses the vibe on my clit.

  “Come for me, beauty.”

  “I can’t … Oh, fuck!” I scream as I fly over the edge at ninety miles per hour, sucking air into my lungs in a feeble attempt to catch my breath. In the midst of my heaving breathing, well borderline hyperventilation, I faintly hear his zipper, and before I can focus, he’s pushing into me, bending my knees back to my ears and his cock goes deeper than I think it ever has before. His hips thrust, slamming into me, the sound of skin on skin now replacing the sounds of the vibrator.

  I cry out at the intrusion, as my body is overstimulated at the moment, but the sensations are intense. My fingers dig into the sheets as Nash pumps into me. He pulls me forward and holds my legs up, resting them on his shoulders, his fingers digging into my thighs. Sweat beads up on his forehead, and I know he’s holding onto all control, fighting it. “Lose control on me, baby, let it go.” I egg him on. His eyes focus on me, but he slows down, holding onto his orgasm. He pulls out and twists my legs, flipping me over to my knees. His hand smacks against my ass, and I jump, “I’ll come when I’m good and ready,” he moans as he gently caresses my stinging skin. “I love your skin pink,” he says as he smacks the other cheek. “Pink, like that lovely pussy of yours,” he moans as he leans forward and reaches between my legs and pinches my clit.