by Naomi Niles
“Yeah.”
“So, when is your mom coming to pick you up?”
He looked at his watch, “She said she would be here at around 3 pm.”
“Okay. Well, it is 2:35 now, so you should be getting your things ready. Are you excited to see her?”
“Yes. It’s been a few months, so I'm anxious. I’ve missed her a lot.”
“I know you have.” Before he left my room, I called out to him, “Oh, and Vinny? Don’t mention Bethany to your mother, okay? If she asks if I have been dating anyone, just tell her to ask me. I don’t want any problems between us while she is here visiting, okay?”
“Got it, Dad.”
“Alright.”
As he left the room, I thought about Karen. She moved to Philadelphia a while back after she lost the custody trial. She had gotten another job out of state and wanted to take Vinny along with her, but I couldn’t stand the fact of my son being miles and miles away from me at any given moment. Looking back, I realize that if he did to go Philly with her, then not much would’ve changed since I hadn’t spent that much time with him to begin with. Thanks to Bethany, that was all going to change. But, I had to admit that Karen still had a special place in my heart. I felt that if I’d just gotten things right with her, then we would still be together today. I mishandled her, and that was the reason we split.
I didn’t know how I was going to react once I saw her, but if I could be honest with myself, I was just as anxious as he was. After I finished getting ready, I walked downstairs. Gavin had his bag packed for the weekend with his mother. He sat on the couch with his legs swinging back and forth when I came downstairs. “Well, kid, it’s 3 pm, and if I know your mother like I do–” the doorbell rang before I could finish my sentence. I smiled as he stood up and put the strap of his bag onto his shoulder. “Right on time.”
I opened the door, and as soon as I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. A breeze caused her hair to flutter as she stood in front of me. She wore prescription frames now, much different from the contacts that she wore earlier. Even still, she was as beautiful as I remembered her. Her brown eyes seemed to magnify behind her lenses. Her eyebrows were arched and looked sharp enough to poke someone and sent a trickle of blood down their finger. She wore jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt, and when she folded her arms beneath her chest, her B-cup breasts sat up perfectly. I had to force myself to look away from them. “Hello, Karen. It’s good to see you.”
Vinny sprinted past me and into his mother’s outstretched arms. “Hey, Vinny!” She kissed him on the top of his head as he held onto her like he was on the edge of a cliff. She smiled and kissed him again. “I missed you too, son.” Slowly, her eyes fell onto me, “It is good to see you, too, Gavin. I see you’ve done well for yourself.”
“Yeah.” I glanced down at her wrist. A diamond encrusted bracelet shone brightly in the sunlight. “And I see you have done well, too.”
“Thank you. Yes, business has been great out in Philly. I am here on business, but I got everything out of the way so I could spend some time with Vinny. The summertime just isn’t long enough for us, you know? He is growing so fast.”
“Yeah, he is.” An awkward silence festered between us.
Vinny finally spoke up as he released his mother, “Mom! You look good. When did you start wearing glasses?”
“A couple months after you left last summer. I hated putting those blasted contacts in every day. It took too much time, so I just went with the frames. Do you like them?” She posed with her hand on her hip.
Vinny laughed, “Yes, mom. You look, um, refined.”
“Refined, huh? Why, thank you, my good sir.” She reached for his bag. I tried to grab it before she could, but she waved me off, “No, I got it, Gavin. I’ve learned to do a lot on my own since we went our separate ways. Thanks for the offer, though.”
I was a little disheartened that she didn’t allow me to take the bag to the car for her. “No problem. A lot has changed since we last saw each other. I’m not the same guy anymore either.”
She smiled, then put her arm around Vinny. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before. You enjoy your day, alright? Oh, and if you don’t mind, I am going to hold on to him until Monday evening. My flight leaves that night, and I want to soak as much time up with him as possible. Missing one day of school won’t hurt, will it?”
“Oh, um. No. No, one day is fine, Karen. You two enjoy yourselves. And Vinny?” he turned to me as I kneeled, “Remember what I told you, alright?” I pretended that a zipper was on my lips and with that, he copied my movement. I rubbed my hand through his hair, “Alright. Have fun. Love you, son.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
I watched the two of them walk to her BMW. I knew she didn’t drive that here, so I wondered who it belonged to. Maybe a guy that she was seeing out this way? No. I shut the door before my mind had the chance to fill in the blanks and drive myself crazy. I walked back to my room and grabbed my cell phone. Bethany was the only woman who could get Karen out of my mind. “Hey, sweetheart. Vinny just left with his mom, so I am on my way to your house.”
“Okay. I’ll be ready when you get here.”
I rang the doorbell as soon as I got to her house. When she opened the door, she looked completely different from what I was accustomed to. Her curly hair flowed down to the bottom of her neck. Her red lipstick was a change up from the normal thick coat of gloss. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings each time she blinked, and her nails were painted and shaped to a point. My eyes roamed over her body as a smile slowly escaped the corner of my mouth.
“What? Is it too much?”
“Too much?” I asked quizzically as my eyes circled her breasts. “No. Not too much at all. Just right, if you ask me.”
“Really? Because April decided that it would be a good idea to take me out and get a makeover. She treated me like I was her life-size Barbie doll. I hated it at first, but she said that you would love it, so I took her word for it.”
“Well, she was right because I love it.” I kissed her on the forehead. “You look stunning, and I am proud to have you as my date today. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
I took her to an orchestra concert. She said that she had never been to anything like that before, so I wanted her to experience some of the finer things in life. We sat on the upper balcony, which provided an excellent view of everyone beneath us. The conductor snapped his arms in the air to each section, ordering the flute and base players to stop and start at his whim. I glanced at Bethany as she held onto my arm. Her eyes were glued to the front of the room, seemingly immersed in the beautiful music they played from their instruments. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, then repositioned herself in her seat as the music played on.
After our date, I took her back to her house. “Gavin, that was so,” she searched for the words, “so elegant. The music. The way everything was conducted. It was just… I can’t explain it. I enjoyed it, though. I didn’t think that I would, but I was open to it.”
“Yeah. I figured that we could try something new together. To me, you’re like an open book. I am just reading you to figure out what you like and don’t like.”
“Well, if I am an open book, we will call this chapter ‘The Symphony.’”
I smiled. “That sounds good to me.”
After I sat down on the couch, she scurried into the kitchen and came back with a small tub of ice cream and two spoons. “Now,” she said as she plopped down beside me, “it is time for something sweet.” As she handed me the spoon, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her breasts. They sat perfectly beneath her dress, seemingly begging me to press my lips against them. I couldn’t push the envelope, though. If she wanted to go there with me, I was going to allow her to make that choice. I grabbed the spoon from her hand.
“Sounds good. Red Bee? That is my favorite brand.”
“Mine too! Wow. So, we have something else in common. I should’
ve known.”
We dug our spoons into the ice cream. I caught her eyes gazing at me from time to time as we ate. “Is something wrong?” I asked with the spoon just leaving my mouth.
“No,” she said bashfully, “I wouldn’t say ‘wrong.' Um…” suddenly, she got up, “hold tight, I’ll be right back.” My eyebrows wrinkled together like an accordion as she hurried to the kitchen. When she came back, she had chocolate and strawberry syrup in her hands. “I can’t believe I forgot these,” she said as she took a seat next to me again. I watched her snap the top off the strawberry syrup, then coat her lips with it. She turned towards me and, without saying a word, she moved in closer. Her strawberry flavored lips smashed into mine like a gentle accident.
Her saliva was mixed with a sugary sweetness, forcing me to want more of her taste. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, but I pulled back. “Are you sure?”
She licked her lips and nodded her head, and with that, she pulled me on top of her. I put the tub of ice cream on the table and mounted her like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. All I needed her to do was give me the sign, and after that, I was going to tear her apart.
Chapter Sixteen
BETHANY
We played around with each other, pouring syrup on our bodies just to lick it off afterward. He squeezed chocolate onto my nipples, then wrapped his mouth around them as they poked out like the tips of Hershey kisses. He flicked his tongue on them, sending chills through my body like I was trapped in an icebox. I couldn’t believe that I broke my two-month rule, but it became harder and harder to resist Gavin. The way he carried himself made me want him more. He walked as if he was alright restraining from sex, and that alone sent my mind into a tailspin. I reached towards his head and grabbed a handful of his hair, aggressively pulling him towards my lips for another strawberry-flavored kiss.
“Are you alright?” he said, out of breath while he was on top of me. His belt buckle was loosened around his waist. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his ripped chest and abs. I ran my fingers across them, then pulled him closer to me. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to feel his hard body pressed against mine. I wanted his lips on every inch of me. I pulled my dress up, and he helped me remove it over my head. My tits bounced around with the sudden movement, and in an instant, his mouth suctioned my breasts. My eyes rolled to the back of my head while I held my other tit in my hand and shoved it into my mouth.
My vagina pulsated each time his tongue ran across my nipples. My panties were soaked. I could feel the dampness when I moved my finger across the front of them. My breathing intensified when I heard him loosen his belt more. His pants still weren’t off yet, but I wanted them off. I wanted to see his body, bold and naked in front of me. It had been over a year since the last time I’d had sex, and inside of me, there was a whirlwind of passion and ecstasy flowing. He grabbed the syrup and poured it over my stomach, then watched it drip onto my face. I stuck my tongue out and let the chocolate treat drip onto it, then smeared it over my lips. His mouth was soon connected with mine as I felt his tongue dancing with mine.
When he pulled his head back, his face was smeared with syrup. It was a beautiful mess all over him. His body lightly covered in a chocolate and strawberry swirl, like a painting. He paused as he held his position above me. I saw his dick poking out from his boxers. The head of it was at the top near the elastic. I smiled bashfully and looked away from him. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh, followed by a kiss on my lips. He used his hand to position my mouth right in front of his. Slowly, he pressed his lips against mine and in moments, I relaxed, and my heart rate picked up its pace.
The passion increased between us instantly as he grabbed the back of my head and swirled his tongue around in my mouth. I moved my hand towards his pants, grabbing a handful of his crotch as I felt it harden right in my grasp. As we kissed, I wrestled his belt-buckle completely loose, and his pants dropped to the floor. Once I exposed his dick, I stopped kissing him and moved my lips right onto it. I slid my tongue up and down his shaft and then toyed with the tip of his penis with my tongue. He put his hand on top of my head as I suddenly moved his dick all the way into my mouth. I gagged and pulled it out.
“Easy,” he said softly.
I slid his penis back into my mouth, bobbing my head on it furiously. It made a popping sound when I removed it from my mouth again, and from there, I stroked it with my hand as I stuck my tongue out, wanting him to shoot every part of him onto the flatness of it. Gavin bit his lip as he struggled to remove his arms from his shirt. The pure feeling of ecstasy made it hard for me to focus, and with one strong rip, he finally ripped his shirt off. He loosened his tie and let it fall to the ground as I put my lips back on his dick and bobbed my head again. He leaned back on the couch and gripped the edges of it as his dick jumped inside of my mouth.
I licked the tip of his penis. “I’m going to cum,” he said as I smiled and put my mouth back on it. Moments later, his cum shot from his penis and right into my mouth and dripped down my chin. I smiled and stood up as Gavin’s penis still maintained its erection. He bit his bottom lip as I stepped closer to him, my tits swaying with each step I took. He closed the gap between us with a strong pull in his direction. My tits went back into his mouth while he stroked my vagina with his middle finger. He removed his finger and sucked the moisture off, then spun me around on the couch. My ass was bent over the arm of the couch as he walked behind me. Suddenly, I felt his tongue pushing inside of me.
He licked my vagina from the back, sliding his tongue in and out while he used his thumb to plug my asshole. I gripped the edge of the couch as he used another finger to playfully toil with my clitoris. “Just put it in, Gavin,” I begged, and with those words, he stood up and put the tip of his penis inside me. “Yes, please. Please,” I begged in a soft voice, but he stopped. He bent down again and put his tongue inside of me, teasing until the point that my pussy dripped with moisture. He slid his tongue to the back, licking around my asshole for a few minutes until he finally licked over it.
I squirmed with each stroke, continuously begging him to put his big dick inside of me and just before I exploded, he slowly put it in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my vagina contracted around his dick, squeezing it tighter.
He moaned as he went slowly, smacking my ass with each stroke. My cheeks jiggled effortlessly as the rays of sun shined into the room. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it back towards him as he pounded away. In the mirror, I could see my tits bouncing up and down each time he thrust into my warm, wet vagina. He smacked my ass again as I screamed out in a voice mixed with pleasure and pain. “Fuck me harder,” I begged as I gripped the cushions of the couch, preparing myself for the pain.
I wanted it, so I backed into him and spread my ass apart so he could get in deeper. He grabbed hold of my arms and used them for leverage to get his dick in as far as it would go. I leaned forward onto the couch as he shoved my face into the pillow, and I used it as an excuse to scream, hoping the muffled sound wouldn’t creep out of the room.
My muffled voice released cries of pleasure as I came, and moments later, I felt Gavin’s dick jump inside of me again. He released every drop of semen as I felt the warmth travel into the depths of my vagina. Gavin finished and plopped down onto the floor right next to the couch. Once I caught my breath, I got up and sat on the floor next to him. He pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. His dick was limp as drops of semen continued to ooze out of the tip. My living room was a mess. The couch was covered with a thin film of syrup. Our clothes were covered the same way, balled up in piles in different areas of the floor.
“We ruined my couch,” I said, laughing. “Completely ruined.” I lifted my hand and felt the cushion behind me. “I just bought this not too long ago.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I will get you another one to make up for it.”
“No, no. I don’t need you to do that. I mean, I knew what I was g
etting into when I got the syrup. Granted, I didn’t think it would get this messy, but I knew what I was doing. I’ll take care of it.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking more at my breasts than my face.
“Um,” I used my hand to lift his chin, “my face is up here, thank you.”
He smiled, “I am sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.” With a grin, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
It was everything I expected it to be and more. His stamina. The way he handled me in the middle of it all. I wasn’t upset that I cut my two-month rule short for him, but the only thing that bothered me was the fact that we weren’t officially dating yet. I mean, outside of marriage, I guess there was nothing that could keep him with me, but there was a sense of security that came with the understanding that we were both seeing each other exclusively. I put my hand on his leg as he leaned his head back onto the couch. “So, when do you have to go and pick up Vinny?”
“Oh, I didn’t tell you? His mother is in town, and he is going to spend the weekend with her. He won’t be back with me until Monday evening, so we have a few more days to ourselves.”
“His mother? How did that go?”
“It went fine, I guess. I mean, we didn’t talk much. She came to pick him up and stayed long enough to make sure he had all of his things. After that, they were gone.” I looked away from him when he told me that. I wouldn’t admit it right now, but that was another thing that worried me. When exes come back into the picture, it was always hard to tell which way was up. We didn’t talk much about his feelings towards her, and right now, I didn’t feel like it was the best time, so I left it alone. If something rubbed me the wrong way, I would bring it up then, but right now, there was nothing but my insecurities kicking around thoughts.
“Well, that’s good. That means that I have you for the rest of the weekend, and we can make another mess.” He smiled. “But,” I continued, “we will have to make the next mess at your place. I’m not sure I can handle any more of this here.”
