by Jody Pardo
I carried her to the couch still impaled on my cock and laid her back as I drew back and thrust into her again. Her eyes opened, and I un-looped her arms from my neck. In long, languid strokes, I penetrated her deep, sliding in and out of her slickness. When her breathing was back to normal, I pulled out, and my stiff cock slapped up against my belly with a wet thud.
“Turn over,” I commanded, and she sat up staring at me, glancing down at her bound hands. “Did I stutter? I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.”
She scurried clumsily onto her knees and held onto the back of the couch with her bound hands.
“That’s right, hold on, and don’t let go,” I instructed.
I grasped my shaft at the root and rubbed it through her wetness, rubbing her clit with the tip of my dick as she flinched at the sensation. I dragged the tip from clit to slit, dipping into her wetness with just my cock head, teasing myself as the rim of her labia provided sweet friction to the sensitive underside of my head. I dipped in again and dragged her wetness to her ass. I spread her cheek with one hand so I could see the puckered rosette. It glistened as I dragged her juices across it, wetting it with the tip of my cock.
I dipped my tip into her wet pussy again, that time burying myself inside her to the root. I moaned on a long exhale and buried her face into the cushion of the back of the couch.
I pulled out slowly, enjoying the sensation, and placed my thumb against her rosette as I plunged deep again. I dragged more wetness from her weeping pussy to her ass and continued to apply pressure to the rim of her ass. With each thrust she relaxed a little more and the tight ring of muscles would allow me a little more entrance. I picked up the pace as my balls began to tingle. Her moans fed my buzzing excitement as I plundered her ass with my thumb. I loved watching my cock disappear in her depths over and over, and it fueled my fervor as I pounded her harder and harder, gently twisting my thumb in her ass. She was going to cum again; I felt her pussy clamp my cock like a vise, but I didn’t let up.
I pounded her harder again and again until her scream pierced the air as she fell over the edge of ecstasy. I removed my thumb and gripped her hips, chasing my own orgasm, banging her walls until the only sound was my grunt as I spilled my seed into the condom. I kneeled on the couch with one leg and held onto the back to brace myself. As my essence drained from me, so did the energy to support myself and I draped myself over her. I reached up to release her arms, untwisting her t-shirt and bra from her hands and retrieving my belt. Her hands were free, but she didn’t move, and I could feel the gentle rippling aftereffects as her pussy continued to spasm around my softening cock.
I reached down to my base and secured the condom before pulling out slowly. Jenny yelped beneath me at the loss. I stood up on wobbly legs and pulled off the condom trying not to spill anything.
“Where is your bathroom?” I asked as Jenny laid curled on the couch with a glazed sated look on her face. She lazily lifted her arm, pointing to the bedroom door. I shuffled through her bedroom, my pants still around my ankles, to the adjoining bathroom and threw the condom in the toilet, flushing it down.
I washed my hands in the sink with the white bar soap instead of the pump. I didn’t want to smell like strawberry margaritas. I rinsed off my cock and washed my hands again. I dried off my dick with her frilly, pink, embroidered towel before pulling up my pants, tucking in, and zipping up. I looped my belt into place and walked back out into the living room. Jenny was still curled in a ball on the couch but her eyes were open.
I walked over to her and pushed her hair out of her eyes with my hand.
“That was fun.” I pet her hair and tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
She lifted her head to nod and look at me.
“See you around, Jenny,” I said and left a well-fucked Jenny on her couch.
I descended the stairs and walked the two blocks back to the bar to pick up my truck and head home. As I started up my truck, the dash lights came on illuminating the odometer and the clock above the air vents. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I read the time: 10:09 PM. I was only a few minutes from home. With any luck, I could catch the weather and sports scores before I went to bed.
Suzie
It was time to face the music. The weekend was over, and I should have been going back to work. I used the automated system to call off the night before, but I had a decision to make. I wasn't ready to go back to work and Dallas. I wasn't ready to face Bill. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him every day.
I had been at my office for seven years before William Smith III took the seat of head of corporate sales. Even though his office was on the floor above mine, he always found an excuse to come downstairs after we crossed paths a little over a year ago. People always say you shouldn't date coworkers, but we worked on different floors and in completely different departments.
A year later, everyone knew we were dating, there would be questions raised that I wasn’t ready to answer. As it was, those jealous, clucking chicken gossip heads we're always gabbing how I got to go to all the corporate parties and events and the little guys didn’t. If they only knew the real Bill and could see my face right now, maybe their opinions would be different. I decided to call human resources and see what my options were. I dialed the number to the office and hit #-4-2 to get transferred directly into human resources.
“Human Resources, how may help you?”
“Hi, this is Suzanne Pierce. I have a question regarding time off.”
“Yes, Suzie. It's Marie. I got your sick call, are you okay? Feeling better?”
“I'm okay. Just a bit of a stomach flu I think,” I lied.
“That's what Bill said when he came in this morning.” The sound of Bill’s name sent a shiver down my spine, ironing my resolve that I wasn't ready to deal with him.
“Marie, I need to know about taking a leave of absence.”
“Let me pull up your records. Let's see if you have time coming to you. Is your stomach that bad?”
“Well, I will probably take a few days just to be sure, but I have some family business to attend to and was wondering how I could apply for time off.”
I heard the faint clicks of her keyboard through the receiver of the phone as I imagined her navigating the company database.
“Suzie, you have plenty of time to take. You have been here seven years and have never taken a vacation. So at the current contract, first year is one week, years two to five are two weeks per year and year six to seven is three weeks each. So, that's fifteen weeks of vacation you have on the books.”
“Wow, I didn't realize it was that much!”
“You also get three sick days unexcused per year of what you've only used four in the last seven years. That makes seventeen. How much time do you need? Depending on what it's for, there are a few options.”
“I just need to sort out some personal stuff.”
“Is anyone long term ill that you're taking care of? There is a FMLA act if that is the case.”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Okay, well you already called off today. I can excuse the rest of the week in paid sick days and start vacation on Monday. This way all your benefits will remain intact and you're covered.”
“I appreciate that. Thank you. How much notice do I need before I return?”
“Give me a call a week in advance. If anything changes or you need more time, let me know, or else I will see you in four months.”
“Thanks again, Marie.”
“Feel better, Suzie,” she said, and she hung up.
Seven years without a vacation and I was in Oklahoma. My salary would be directly deposited as usual, and it was Bill's apartment so he was responsible for the rent. I googled the USPS on my phone and asked that my mail be held at the post office. I didn't have any credit cards or utility bills in my name to worry about. So all the junk mail could wait.
I took a deep breath and looked around. Aubrey started her life in this house. I wondered
if I could do the same. She had her family and a job waiting for her there, I didn't even know where to begin. I had four months to figure it out.
A soft knock at the door roused me from my thoughts. I walked to the screen door and found Kelli standing on the porch dressed in a floral frilly apron protecting her clothes.
“I didn't disturb you, did I, Suzie?”
“Oh, no, Miss Kelli. I was just making a few phone calls.”
“I was just about to sit down for lunch and thought I would come over and see if you were hungry.”
My stomach hurt at the mention of food and growled loudly, answering her question before I had a chance to respond. Kelli giggled and grabbed my hand.
“Come on, let's get some food in you, dear.”
“Thank you, Miss Kelli. I don't have a vehicle here, so I haven't had a chance to get any groceries yet,” I said as we crossed small divide to the main house.
“Well, I'm sure you'll be spending time with Aubrey, but in the meanwhile, one of the guys can deliver some groceries for me. Make a list, and one of them will bring them by.”
“That would be great. I will do that”
“Now sit and eat. It's nothing special since I wasn't expecting company. If you tell me what you like I can make it happen; I love to cook. I am used to cooking for these boys every day, but I am usually alone for lunch.”
“Oh, you don't have to cook for me. Once I get some groceries, I will be fine.”
“Don't be silly, Suzie. I'm glad to have some company during the day. It's chicken salad sandwiches and some pasta salad.”
I looked down at the” nothing special” meal Kelli had prepared and smiled at the trimmed crust and fresh parsley sitting on the plate. It was a plate fit for restaurant service.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?
“No, not yet.”
“Well, I have a doctor's appointment in the morning in Oklahoma City. So I will be gone most of the day. Feel free to take one of the horses out for a ride. Buttercup or Sunshine are really calm. They won’t throw you.”
“I haven’t ridden in a long while. I’m not even sure I would be able to saddle them.”
“I can have one of the guys saddle Buttercup for you. Even if you decide not to ride, it won’t hurt to have her saddled.”
“Won’t that bother her?”
“No, it’s good training for her. She doesn’t get ridden too often these days. It prevents her from getting fussy when we do want to ride her. You can take her to town if you need anything. There are tie downs at the auction house. Kristi knows Buttercup.”
“It's okay. I can walk.”
“Don't be silly, it is nearly three miles into town.”
“I will think about it, but I don’t think I need anything from town.” I didn't want to offend Kelli after all the kindness she’d shown me. I didn’t want anyone seeing me a mess.
“Now let's eat.”
We ate the rest of our lunch and chatted in-between bites. Kelli was so energetic and easy to talk to. I know she saw my blackened eye and cracked lip, but she didn't mention it and never pressed for an explanation.
I devoured my sandwich with gusto and enjoyed popping each twisty noodle of my pasta salad in my mouth as I tried to capture the diced bits of peppers, cheese, and vegetables scattered within.
After spearing the last bit with my fork, I helped Kelli clean the dishes and she invited me out to the back porch. We brought our drinks out with us and sat in the patio chairs.
“So how long are you staying, sweetie?”
Oh no. I have overstayed my welcome. “I hadn't given it too much thought yet. I've taken a leave of absence from work.”
“Oh, so you're on vacation then,” Kelli asked.
“Something like that. I have a lot to think about.”
“The right answers will come to you in time. You're welcome to stay as long as you like, but what about your home in Dallas?”
“I'm not sure where home is anymore. It was my ex’s apartment.”
“If you decide to stay, the guest house is yours. The rent is $500 a month with everything included.”
“I’m getting vacation pay and not paying on an apartment in Dallas anymore, so I will have rent to you later today. I’m on vacation for four months, what will happen beyond that I'm not sure.”
“Welcome to Oklahoma, for four months. You make me that shopping list, and I'll make sure you have groceries by tomorrow afternoon.”
“I will get on that right away.” I left Kelli on the back porch to finish her tea, and I went inside make a shopping list and write her a check.
Suzie
I slept in Tuesday morning. It was so quiet on the outskirts of town. The occasional faint neigh from the horses in the barn in the distance was the only sound. I was showered and dressed and simply curled up with my Kindle on the edge of couch. I didn't want to lose track of time, as it often happened, so I got dressed to make sure I was ready ahead of time. I wanted to go into town and look around.
The sound of a truck pulling up the gravel driveway grasped my attention away from the motorcycle club in my latest book. I went to see what all the noise was about. I opened the front door to find a man banging on Kelli’s door with his elbow holding a big box with grocery bags sticking out of it. He had a blue Mohawk that stuck straight up high above his head, well-worn jeans, a black t-shirt, work boots, and a sleeve of colorful tattoos.
“She’s not home,” I yelled across the porch. He turned to face me, and his expression was hard to read behind his black sunglasses.
“Door’s locked,” his deep voice bellowed.
“Kelli is not home,” I answered back. He mumbled under his breath before responding again.
“She ordered some groceries. You know when she is coming back?”
“She had a doctor’s appointment in the city. Those groceries are probably for me.” I stepped down off the porch and crossed the driveway meeting him halfway. I peeked in the top of the bag eyeing my Nutella and hummus.
“Yup, these are mine. I will take them.” I wrapped my arms around the box to take it from him, and he stepped back.
“Don’t be silly, this box is heavy. I got it. I will take it in for you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, there is a bag with bread and chips in the front seat of my truck. You can grab that. I didn’t want to crush them.” He walked past me to the porch. “Kelli didn’t mention she had company. What are you doing here?”
“I’m not allowed to be here?”
“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.” He said softly shaking his head. “When did you get here?”
“Oh, on Saturday.”
“What brings you to Centerville?”
“My friend Aubrey. Her husband is home so I am staying here to … give them some space.” He smirked and gave me a nod.
“Come on in.” I held the screen door open so he could enter. He walked directly to the kitchen. It was obvious he had been there before. He placed the box on the kitchen counter. If it was anyone else, it might've surprised me with his familiarity, but obviously, he’d known Kelli much longer than I had.
I didn't know what to make of him. I didn’t remember seeing him on previous trips to Oklahoma, but he had to be a close friend if he delivered groceries for Kelli.
With his hands now free, he stuck his hand out for a handshake. “I’m Max. Nice to meet you.”
“Suzie. So you know Kelli a long time? You seem to know your way around.”
“All my life,” Max stated plainly as he began to unpack my grocery bags out of the box.
He was so different with this blue Mohawk and arms full of tattoos from the rest of the rancher residents of Centerville and all the military guys. I wondered what it all meant—all those tattoos, there had to be a story. Max was not a cowboy, which in itself was surprising. It seemed like you had to be one or the other, or why were you in Centerville? There wasn’t much else here. It was a small town. Why am I here?
I’m not a cowgirl. Hell, I could barely ride a horse. I didn’t think trail rides with groups hardly qualified with the guys around here. He stood leaning against the counter, waiting.
“Thank you very much for bringing the groceries for me, how much do I owe you?”
“The groceries are covered. I was just waiting for my coffee.” My surprised expression must've been plain to see as he laughed out loud. “I'm sorry, Kelli usually has a pot on. I was counting on a cup of coffee.”
“Are you sure I don't owe you anything?” I said as I rummaged through the cabinet for a coffee filter to make fresh pot.
“I'm just messing with you. You don’t have to do that.”
“The least I can do is make you a pot of coffee. I just have to find the filters.”
“They are in the cabinet in the corner, but really, you don’t have to make coffee. I can grab cup at the diner in town. Do you want to join me?” I was caught off-guard by his offer, and I stood frozen against the counter.
“It’s not a trick question, Suzie.”
“I’m sure you have lots of things to do. I wouldn't want to hold you up.”
“Actually, my delivery didn't arrive today, so I have the day off. I can't install cabinets without cabinets.” I weighed his offer and decided why not.
“Let me just put these groceries away before we go.”
Max started to unpack the bags, and I protested, “You don't have to do that. I've got it.”
“You said as soon as we get these groceries away we can get coffee, right?” he rebutted as he handed me two containers of yogurt to place in the fridge.
When the bags were empty, I grabbed my purse, and we were out the door in search of coffee.
Suzie
All the previous times I'd been to Oklahoma, I had only been to Aubrey’s apartment or her dad’s house on the ranch. I never really explored the rest of the town. I climbed into Max’s work truck after he removed random pipe fittings and wrenches that were strewn on the seat and floor on the passenger side.
