by Jill Patten
Biting her lip, she nods while gazing at me with hooded eyes.
Fuck me. Is she for fucking real?
I’ve never appreciated a tank top and shorts in all my life. It’s as if she’s been expecting my arrival today. And until now, I haven’t noticed her perky tits showcasing themselves without a bra. Fuck me again. I think I just found myself a gold mine.
Her feet dangle off the bed, so I take her ankles and pull her to me until her luscious ass is flush with the edge. Towering over her, I slide my finger under her tank and between her breasts. With fluent moves, I stretch the top down until one tit pops out. Her chests rises and falls heavily as my fingertips tease her sensitive skin. Her nipple puckers and goose bumps rise over the flawless flesh. Her eyes close in pleasure, and she starts biting her lip again.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes fly open and the blue irises have a smoky glaze over them.
While my fingers tug and pinch her exposed nipple, my other hand frees her other boob from the confinements of her tank top. My mouth starts to water. I’m craving the taste of her. “Have I ever told you how fucking perfect you are?” I don’t wait for her to answer. I go in like a starving lion. My tongue swirls around the pointed tips before I slowly and teasingly scrape my teeth along them.
“Oh.” She gasps. “Oh God, Blue.” She gasps again. “Just like that.” A few heavy breaths. “Yes. Just like that.” Her hands grab my ass for leverage while she throws her head back to bare more of herself to me.
“Baby cakes, I need you here,” I say, guiding her hand to my throbbing groin.
“Mmm…I swear…if you call me that again…I’ll squeeze your nuts…off,” she groans between taking big gulps of air.
My mouth abandons her heaving mounds, but my hands continue to pleasure her while she works on the button and zipper to my shorts. Within seconds, her delicate fingers are wrapped snuggly around my dick.
Her touch alone is enough to make my toes curl. But when her tongue laps up the drops of pre-cum off the tip, I nearly lose my fucking mind. “Holy fucking hell,” I grunt as I try to control my dick from shooting off prematurely. “Phoebe, we’re gonna have to skip foreplay. I need in you now.”
She happily agrees when I see her tank top fly across the room. Her voluptuous tits bounce in my face, teasing me to get lost in them. It pleases me that she’s as quick to give herself over to me as I am to her, and she shows me so by torturously sliding her shorts and panties down until her glorious body is open and waiting for me.
I take my shorts off the rest of the way and pull my shirt over my head. If I wasn’t worried about not lasting, my mouth would gift her an orgasm, but I’m pressed for time here.
“Please tell me you have a condom on hand,” I ask as I rub my hardness up and down the wetness between her legs.
She shakes her head no. “But my periods are sporadic and I haven’t had one in months. And I can assure you I’m clean. If you are too then we’ve got the green light.”
“I’m clean, I promise. I’ve never had unprotected sex so there’s nothing to worry about there. Are you sure about this?”
She nods then guides me to her entrance.
At first I’m hesitant, but once her hands reach around and push my ass into her, the head willingly glides in. I still long enough to gather my bearings, and then I work into a steady rhythm. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she rocks along, meeting me with each thrust. Each time I push into her it feels as if I’m diving deeper and deeper until I’m exposed to her loving soul.
My hands cradle her head while I pick up the pace, and I stare at her with complete adoration as our bodies are linked as one in a continual bliss. With her is where I’m meant to be. I’ve never been interested in anything more with another girl because my heart has been waiting for her. All the missing pieces from my life are put together when I’m with her. I’ve been with my fair share of women over the years and I know without a doubt there’ll never be another like her.
The subtle feeling of her muscles clenching around me tells me she’s close. I’m all about giving before taking, so I slide my hand down her side until I reach where we join as one. My thumb makes circular motions over her clit until she’s squeezing me hard as she explodes into a screaming orgasm.
Watching her shatter beneath me, I pump a few more times as she rides me out and then I pull free just as my climax hits me. The euphoric sensation is so intense, my teeth grind together so hard I think they’ll crumble to pieces.
When I come down from my high, I collapse beside her and apologize for the mess I leave on her belly.
She giggles. “No worries. I guess it’s better to be on me than in me. I’d rather be safe than sorry,” she replies, lifting her arms and resting them above her head.
“Yeah, most definitely. Not that it would be a bad thing, but it’s just not something I’m ready for yet.”
She blows out a relieving breath. “Yeah, leaving you to raise a baby on your own isn’t exactly fair.”
“Hey,” I say, summoning her to look at me. “Can we not talk about you dying? I know it’s unavoidable, but I don’t like to think about it if I don’t have to.”
“It’s going to happen, Blue, so if you want to be with me, you’re going to have to accept it, or else we will never survive our relationship.” It kills me how she acts like her short future is no big deal.
I don’t want to talk about it anymore, so I sit up and climb off the bed. “Let me clean you up. I’ll be back in a second.” I ease her door open and peek my head out to make sure nobody is lurking about. Using my stealth moves, I dash out across the hall and into the bathroom, then grab a handful of toilet paper before running back in her room. As soon as the door clicks shut, I hear her laughing in hysterics. “What the hell’s so funny?”
“You,” she blurts as she continues to laugh. “Watching you run around naked is hilarious. Your dick bouncing up and down is cracking me up.” She covers her face and pulls her legs up near her chest as she goes into hysterics.
My eyes rake down my body, and I try to get the same visual Phoebe sees. When I think about it, I can only imagine how ridiculous I look. Her laugh is contagious, and I find myself chuckling along with her.
Since she finds me so entertaining, I decide to have a little more fun with it. I run and take a flying leap up on the bed, which causes her to squeal, then I take my stance and stand over her delicious body. With my hands balled up in a fist, I beat my chest and holler as I do my best Tarzan impression.
“You are a crazy ass fool.” She grabs my ankle with one hand and reaches up to touch my man parts with the other. I fall to my knees before she’s able to touch my delicate jewels.
“You can look but not touch,” I tease her as I wave my finger back and forth. She grabs my finger and sticks it in her mouth. Between her moist tongue and the warmth of her mouth, my dick starts to harden again. As much as I’d like to have her again, I need to get my sticky mess off of her.
“Here, let me clean this up before it starts to congeal.” I wipe her clean the best I can with what I have. “Where are your washcloths? I need something wet to get it all off.”
She points toward her vanity. “I have wipes over there. Just use those.”
While I’m taking my time cleaning her up, we hear the faint sound of a car door. Phoebe freezes in place. We both stay still as we continue to listen. Then a door opens and closes.
“Oh shit, my mom’s home,” Phoebe whispers, her blue eyes wide-open in shock. She scrambles off the bed and nearly knocks me off balance when she does.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I hop around on one foot, trying to get my leg in my shorts. “Why are you freaking out? Will you get in trouble for having a guy over? You’re not a teenager, you know?”
“Yes, I know, but I don’t want to blatantly disrespect my parents,” she says breathless as she tugs her tank top over her head. She dashes to her closet and pulls a button- up shirt off the hanger. “
She knows I’m not a virgin, and I don’t want to remind her. She’s still never recovered from that horrible day.” She buttons up a few of the buttons at the bottom just enough to cover her braless tits. “And I don’t think a strange guy she’s never met, walking out of my bedroom with bed head, will go over any better.” She shimmies her shorts up and tiptoes over to the door. “I’m going to distract my mom. When I do, I want you to go in the bathroom. I’ll act as if you just got here and needed to use the toilet. Just play along with whatever I say and don’t talk unless necessary. Got it?”
I salute her then start picking up my clothes. Looks like I better dress fast.
PHOEBE
“Hey, Mom, how was your sewing class?” Thankfully, she’s in the garage. If my ears serve me right, she came into the kitchen from the garage, so I doubt she’s been anywhere else in the house.
She’s bent over the freezer, digging for what I assume to be some sort of meat for dinner. Her head pops up, almost resulting in cracking her noggin on the freezer door. “Oh, hi, honey, I was thinking lasagna for dinner. What do you think?” She comes up with a pound of ground turkey meat in her hand.
“Sounds great,” I say, forcing my enthusiasm a little too much. I need to prep her for Blue before she walks in to a complete stranger in our house. It’s possible he’s no longer in the bathroom. If she sees him hanging out in the living room, she’s likely to have a heart attack. She’s not the youngest of mothers.
“Umm, Mom?”
She starts to walk past me, but I stand in front of her to stall her. She raises her eyebrows as if to say ‘yes.’
“Do you mind if we have someone to join us for dinner?” I try my best to keep my face from wincing up.
“Of course not. Who’s coming?”
“It’s a new friend I met during spring break. He came all the way from Florida to surprise me.” I laugh nervously.
She raises one eyebrow and looks at me curiously. “He? A friend? Phoebe, I may be old and out of touch with the young crowd, but I’m no fool. A friend doesn’t make an unannounced trip for the heck of it. That boy is interested in more.”
“Well, we do kind of like each other as more than friends, but it’s nothing serious right now.”
She arches one eyebrow. And, here comes the speech.
“Phoebe, please don’t lead this boy along. It’s not fair to him—”
I cut her off. “Mom, he knows.” This is why I don’t want to tell her any more than I have to.
“He knows?” Both eyebrows rise, creating more wrinkles on her forehead.
I nod. “Yes. He knows everything,” I say, hoping she gets the hint to not make a big deal out of it.
She stares at me as if she’s stunned. “And he’s okay with it?”
“I don’t know if he’s okay with it, but it’s not scared him off yet, so I take that as a good sign.” Okay, this is taking entirely too long. He’s probably still in the bathroom wondering what the hell is going on. “Look, let’s go inside before he starts to think I’ve bailed on him, and you can see how cool he is for yourself.”
Spinning on the balls of my feet, I remain in front of her so I’m walking in beforehand in case he’s wandering through the living room or kitchen. I want him to see my face first so I can silently let him know everything is okay.
Just as I thought, he’s no longer in the bathroom. He’s sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. Right as I’m about to introduce him to my mom, my mind goes blank on what his real name is. I’m so used to calling him Blue, I can’t remember anything else. Not even his last name. Shit! Shit! Shit!
My lungs try to expand as I take in a deep breath. “Hey, Blue, come here, I want you to meet my mom,” I say, smiling as I saunter into the living room.
Before he’s able to stand up, I hover over him and whisper, “I’ll explain later, but what’s your real name, first and last?”
His sky blue eyes widen in big circles then he chuckles. “Lance.” Pause. “King. You should be ashamed of yourself,” he mumbles under his breath, chastising me, but I’m still able to hear him clearly.
“Sorry,” I say low behind clench teeth. I am rightly mortified to have just had sex with a guy whose name I can’t remember.
Motioning for Blue to stand up, I then turn around and walk toward Mom in the kitchen. Blue’s presence is felt behind me. I step to the side so he can greet my mother. “Mom, this is Lance King. Mostly everyone calls him Blue. Blue, this is my mother, Kay.”
They both reach out to each other to shake hands and do the routine greeting of telling each other how lovely it is to meet.
Mom sets the frozen ground turkey in the sink then waltzes to the pantry for noodles. “Lance, I’m making lasagna for dinner. You’re more than welcome to stay and eat with us.” She smiles as she grabs tomatoes, fresh garlic, and a pot to make her homemade sauce.
He looks at me as if to ask what the right answer is.
I give him a subtle nod.
“Thank you, Kay, I’d love to.”
Oh, he’s smooth. He uses manners and remembers her name. With my mom being the age as most of my friends’ grandmothers, she eats that kind of stuff up. If he keeps that up, he’ll have her bending like putty in his hands.
She looks up from what she’s doing and gives him an approving smile. Just as I thought, he’s raking in brownie points within less than a minute after meeting her. Is this how he won me over? Am I a sucker for swoony guys? I never pegged myself to get duped by a surfer. I can’t chastise him, though he’s pretty damn persistent on proving himself to me. Got to give credit where credit is due. Anyone to go through the trouble of coming all the way up here to repay me and taking a chance of having a door slammed in their face has got to mean something.
By the time dinner is ready my dad comes home from his long day at work. Sadly for him, even though tomorrow is Saturday, he still has to go in for a half day. He’s teetering on the age of retirement, but I know my parents’ finances are nowhere close to giving them the comfortable life they deserve.
A pang of guilt hits me hard in the gut like it always does when I think of all the money they’ve spent on me through the years due to my illness. Even before I was born they spent a fortune on me for various fertilization procedures. They deem me as their miracle baby. Even now, after everything I’ve gone through.
“So, Lance, what do you do for a living?” he asks with both forearms resting on the edge of the table and his fork held mid-air. Dad’s not going to be so easy to win over like Mom is. Even though my future is sketchy, he still believes I should set my goals high and reach for the stars. He expects no one but the best for his daughter, so I’m not sure how interrogation over dinner is going to go.
If Blue feels intimidated by my dad, he doesn’t let on to be. I can’t help to feel a tiny bit smug that he’s able to keep his composure cool under my father’s scrutinizing stare.
Blue wipes his mouth with his napkin then clears his throat. “Well, sir, as of now, I work at a surf shop.”
“Is that a part-time job while you attend school?”
Blue releases a short puff of air through his nose that comes off more as a laugh. “Not exactly. I work there full-time. I’m not attending college at the moment.”
“But you plan to?” my father asks, eyeing him curiously.
Blue pulls his lips in between his teeth and chews on them for a second as if he’s thinking over what to say in his head. “Not exactly.” He opens his mouth like he wants to say more but then closes it.
My dad places his fork on the side of his plate. I hope he’s not lost his appetite. I know how important a career is to him, and for Blue to not really have one, well, he’s hitting strike one in a game of baseball with my father.
“So tell me something, Lance, what do you plan on doing with your life? How are you going to support yourself in the future?” My father’s hidden question has more to do with me than his real desire to know about Lance. Any guy who dates me b
etter have their shit together. At least that’s how my father thinks. I want my future husband to have his life planned out just like my father does, but I don’t exactly think Blue and I will ever travel down that road. Long distant relationships rarely last.
Blue’s face falls flat. I can see his chest rising and falling in a quick manner. His fork sits on the side of his unfinished plate of lasagna, and I can tell he doesn’t like the direction this conversation is going. I should’ve warned him beforehand.
“Sorry for my boldness, sir, but I grew up in a privileged home. Money isn’t everything. I have a job that can set me for life without the need to attend college, but again, that’s not something I’m interested in. Life is short. I’ve learned that through your beautiful daughter,” he explains, placing his hand on my forearm. “If that means living a happy life surfing with the bare minimum, then that’s what I’ll do.”
The air crackles in the kitchen with an intense flare hanging over us. All four of us are now sitting in uncomfortable silence while our food is getting cold. I should step in and speak up on Blue’s behalf, but I hold back because I’m finally learning a little bit about him he’s never bothered to share with me. You’d think after everything he knows about me, he’d fill me in on his background.
Dad doesn’t seem to be bothered as he stabs a large piece of noodle and cheese with his fork and shoves it in his mouth. Blue doesn’t seem to be bothered either as he compliments Mom on her lasagna.
With his fork pointing at Blue, Dad starts in again.
So much for thinking.
“Lance, I say this with my daughter’s best interest in mind. If you ever think you two will become something serious, I hope you plan on reconsidering your career path. My daughter deserves nothing but the best. I’m not saying you can’t give her that, but from your style of living now, I don’t think it’s possible.”
