by Blue, Gia
We live in different worlds and his relationship with my parents makes our love forbidden.
I press my palms against the chilly glass I’m holding and fantasize about Mr. Parker. Cold seeps through my pores and into my bones, my breath makes thick condensation form on the surface of the glass. I sketch a small heart through the moisture, much like Mr. Parker did to my hand in the car.
I heart U.
My heart stirs and heat fills my cheeks.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
Moments like this are better spent in the arms of loved ones. If Mom and Dad weren’t here, Mr. Parker and I could snuggle beneath a blanket, share our warmth and listen to each other’s heartbeat. Yet, here I am, sitting by the window, horny and longing while the man I want most in the world is down in the garage. From where I sit, I can see his silhouette, lounging on one of the Adirondack chairs.
So close, yet so far away.
Mr. Parker’s silhouette shifts as he rises, walks past the behemoth of my father’s SUV that’s parked in front of the garage, a can of beer in his hand. He tosses the drink into the bin, then glances in my direction. I wave at him frantically, but he only casts his gaze to the ground and stalks away. The disappointment fills me.
Maybe he doesn’t acknowledge me because he’s still so close to my dad. He melts into the night among the dripping trees and soggy bushes.
That bastard…
My cells rings and I rush to answer. Hoping… “Hello?”
“Jessica…”
Mr. Parker! Yay!
“Where did you go?” I squint, try to find him in the midst of falling branches and swirling leaves. I see nothing.
“Somewhere. Away from the house, but I can see you just fine from where I’m at.”
I lick my lips. “Oh.” I do as he asks. “Can you still see me?”
“Yes.”
“Joe…” I drop my voice, let my need and desire seep into every word. “Aren’t you cold out there? Come back inside and go to your room, we can—”
“No.” He sighs. “I’m sorry, baby. We need to behave. I can’t take any more risks right now.”
“Ah.” My hope deflates like a punctured balloon, but I know he’s right. No more hanky-panky until we get home. Without Carolyn and her son around, Mom and Dad will probably pay attention to us. I close my eyes. I want him so much my heart hurts. “I miss you.”
A low rumble reverberates on his end. “Me too.”
I lean against the window, press my cheek against the cool glass. “Did you talk to your CO about your vacation?”
“I’ve already submitted the request.”
“And?”
I can hear his sigh over the line. “He hasn’t responded yet, but I should hear something this week. I’ll let you know when it’s approved.”
“Did you ask for a full week?”
“Yeah.”
“One, whole, full week?” It’s taking everything in me not to jump up and squeal.
“Yes, baby, one week. Just us and no one else.”
I purr. “That’s better. I still wish you were here right now. In my bed where it’s nice and warm. It’s got your name on it…” I tease.
He sighs, sounds so damn sexy. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Babe, would you at least come in out of the rain? I won’t make too much noise if you sneak up here.”
“Jess, you know I can’t. I don’t want to make your dad suspicious.”
I snort. “Wimp.”
“I don’t want to get caught balls deep in your pussy. If your parents find out about us, it’ll be from my own mouth.”
I grip my cell harder. “You… you’re gonna tell them?”
“Why? You don’t want me to say anything?” Anguish laces his tone.
“Well, I guess they need to know sooner or later.” I nibble my lower lip, nervous about where this is headed.
“When?” He presses me.
Ah, so he wants them to know. I take a moment to think. “After I graduate?” I pause. “Brown is really expensive and if my parents disown me…”
“I have savings and I make good money. You don’t need to worry, baby.”
My breath catches in my throat. “You’re really serious.”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m not getting any younger and I don’t enjoy what I’m doing anymore. I want to settle down, Jessica. I want to be with you.”
Oh god. This is hella heavy. “Are you going to resign your commission?”
“That’s up to you, babe.” He pauses. “I can get a job in the private sector and I was thinking about getting an apartment near your campus so you wouldn’t have to commute and…”
I barely listen to his next words. The thought of us living together makes me giddy. Imagining having our own place to call home and he’d be there each and every morning.
No more depressing days, weeks, months. No more worrying about him getting hurt on a mission. I can’t believe the idea of a couple’s life excites me this much. I’ve always liked parties, and hanging out with my friends, but the prospect of living with Mr. Parker thrills me. He’s still talking when I cut him off. “Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s tell my parents.”
“Now?”
“Bad timing?” I wince.
“After this thing with Carolyn, I don’t think your parents are up for another surprise.”
Right. “So, when?”
He’s silent for a moment. “Thanksgiving? Or Christmas?”
I groan. “That’s like… months away. I want you now.”
“Jesus.” Mr. Parker mutters some obscenities under his breath. “Don’t you think I want to be with you right now instead of freezing under this tree?”
“What tree?” I peer into the darkness and try to spot him in the darkness.”
“The big oak.”
The tree is only a few feet from the garage, but I can’t see anything within the blackness. “I can’t see you.”
He snickers. “But I can see you, and you’re not wearing a bra.”
I giggle. “I’m not wearing panties, either.”
My statement is met with a groan and he sounds so frustrated and miserable.
Feeling naughty, I quickly add on to my statement. “And I’m wet, Joe. I took a shower after dinner, thinking I could sneak into your room, but you were in the garage with Dad.” I lick my lips. “I’ve been petting myself, waiting for you.”
“You’re… wet?” I can hear the interest in his voice.
“I am.” I lower my voice to a seductive whisper. “Wish you were here, Joe. I know how much you’d love to slip a finger inside me and see how ready I am for you. Like right now…” I hitch the hem of my oversized shirt and slide my hand to the juncture of my thighs, slide a finger over the seam of my lower lips. “I’m fucking dripping. I’ve been thinking that when it’s raining like this, it’s the perfect time to crawl beneath a blanket, you and me, naked, nothing to separate us...” I enunciate every word, let them flow from my lips nice and slow. I love teasing my man. Whenever he’s deployed, he calls me and our conversations always end in phone sex. Well, one-way phone sex, at least. He can’t say anything risqué and usually replies in neutral tones and low grunts. Me, on the other hand… I get very creative in the dirty talk department.
“Christ.” Another pause. “Lift your shirt. I want to see you.”
“Hmm.” I shift until I’m in the center of the window and plant one foot on the sill, pull the hem of my shirt to my navel. I can’t see him, but he claims he’s found me through the darkness without a problem, which makes the whole thing that much more thrilling. I feel like a burlesque girl performing for an invisible audience, the one-way glass keeping us apart.
A long suffering grunt comes through the phone. “Higher, baby.”
I tug the fabric to just below my breasts. “Can you really see me?”
“Your pussy? Not really, but I love to see you naked, all of that smooth skin. It’s all mine, ba
by.”
The thought sends a shiver down my spine. “Shall I take off my shirt?”
“I don’t want you to get cold, baby.” I can hear the need in his voice.
“Not at all. I burn for you, Joe. I always have.” I lower my leg and set the phone down so I can give him a little show. I let the top drop back down and then snag the hem, wiggle my hips while I slowly drag it up my body. Inch by inch, I reveal myself to him, tempt and tease my lover. Just as I reach my breasts, I slip it over my head, toss it aside and then shake my head from side-to-side, fluff my hair seductively. I cup my breasts, squeeze them and then pinch my hardened nipples. I moan and quickly release one of my tits, slap the free hand onto my pussy and whimper at the stinging contact. Before the pinch of pain can totally slip away, I slide a finger between my labia and stroke my moist sex lips. A deep tremor courses through me, sending my muscles twitching and cunt spasming.
I need Joe.
I release my breast and snatch my phone. “Joe…”
He croaks, “Yes, babe?”
“Wish you were here, Joe. Wish you were touching me, stroking my wet pussy, licking my clit and shoving those fingers inside me. And then you’d kiss me and I’d taste myself on your lips.” I slide my finger through my cream, circle my hole. “And you’d rub your dick on my wet lips, wouldn’t you? Because you love me, but you love teasing me more.”
He swears quietly.
“Are you hard, Joe?”
He gulps and I can hear him swallow over the line. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“Nice. Can you imagine sliding your hard shaft through my juices? Up and down, up and down. You like oiling your dick up with my cream, don’t you? Like getting yourself nice and slick?”
“Oh, man…”
“I especially love it when you brush that fat cockhead of yours over my clit. Ooh…” I lay my finger flat between my folds, a bit of my palm pressing against my bundle of nerves while my fingertip teases my wet hole. I just rub up and down for a bit, masturbate to the sound of Joe’s own breathless pants. “Joe… you feel so good when you tease me.” I add another finger and shove both of them into my needy cunt, finger-fuck myself hard and fast, my juices making lewd sounds. “Can you hear it, Joe? How wet I am for you? Don’t you wish you were fucking my teen cunt right about now? Oh, Mr. Parker, it would feel so good. Fingers aren’t enough.” I’m pounding in and out of my pussy now, imagining it’s his big dick, fucking me hard and fast. “I want you, Joe. Fuck me, fuck me harder…”
“Jessica…” I’m not sure if he’s giving me a warning or a prayer.
“Fuck me hard like this. Stand me up against the window so anyone can see me and then you shove that thick cock of yours into my pussy. You know I like it deep, hard and fast. Anyone can see you filling me with your dick, taking me like a fucking jackhammer.” I’m panting, pussy juices coating my hand while I pump my fingers in and out of my juicy cunt, imagine it’s Mr. Parker giving me what I need. “Gonna come on your cock, Joe… come so hard…” My climax gathers around my clit and, between one breath and the next, the pleasure shoots out from my pussy, fills every inch of my body and my muscles spasm and clench, bliss overtaking me. I breathe and whimper as the waves of ecstasy slowly ebb away. On the other end I can hear Mr. Parker breathing hard, too. But I doubt he’s masturbating. “It’s not the same without you, Joe.”
“Oh, baby.” I hear the regret in his tone.
“I can’t wait to be with you. Just us.”
“Soon, baby. I promise.”
I purr. “Okay, will you get out of the rain, now? I don’t want you to get sick.”
“No, not yet. I need to clear my head.”
I narrow my eyes into the darkness. “You’re not jacking off, are you?”
He doesn’t answer.
THREE DAYS LATER
I’m back at the campus and on my way to English Lit when I run into Brandon Somersby.
“Heya, Jess.” His blond hair is tousled and his cheeks are pink. He’s dressed in a basketball jersey and is carrying a gym bag. “Thought I’d find you here.”
I eye him from head to toe. “I didn’t know you were on the basketball team. What was with all the huffing and puffing when we were hiking.”
His blush deepens and he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, Coach has been on my ass about cardio, but ball mostly requires sprints, not long distance. Anyway, got a minute?”
“I’m not blowing you off, but I’ve got a class.”
“It won’t take long, promise.”
“Okey dokey, then.”
He leads me away from the main walkway, away from prying eyes, and I see several girls eyeing Brandon. A few wave and call to him by name. Apparently my new friend is quite popular.
I settle on a bench. “So, what’s up?”
“I need a favor.”
“Yeah?”
He takes a deep breath. “My family hosts Thanksgiving each year for our entire family, right? My parents are flying in from Missouri and my aunt is coming from London and it’s gonna be a huge event with all of my relatives.”
I raise a single brow. “And?”
“And I’d like you to come.”
I frown. “To your family Thanksgiving? Don’t you think it’d be a little weird? I don’t even know anyone in your family. Well, except your mom. Plus, my parents do their own Thanksgiving thing.”
An hour ago I’d been on the phone with Mr. Parker and fine-tuned our plan to drop the bomb to my parents as well as his leave and the fact that we’ll be searching for a new apartment. He’s resigning just after Thanksgiving and then we’ll be moving into our own little place.
Brandon grins. “As my girlfriend.”
Now, had I been drinking right then, I woulda spit it all over him. Instead, I just snort. “Excuse me?”
He holds up his hands to keep me from standing. “Just pretend for five whole minutes. You’d still have plenty of time with your family, I swear. The minute we’re done, I'll drive you home. Promise.”
“Uh, and why would I do this?”
Now, the cute fucker is looking smug. “Because you owe me that much.”
“Excuse me?” I don’t owe him shit. His mother? Maybe…
“Thing about it is…” He flashes me a grin and leans closer. “I’m not as blind as your parents. I know you’ve got a thing going on with your dad’s friend, Joseph Parker. When we went hiking, I don’t think I passed out because I was out of breath. Yeah, I was having a hard time, but I distinctly remember someone grabbing me from behind. I can put two and two together, Jess. Considering your boyfriend is in the military and does ‘super-secret stuff’ I figure it was him that made me pass out. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it at the time.”
I gape, mouth hanging open.
“Pretending to be my girlfriend for five minutes is a small price to pay for my silence, don’t you think?”
I scowl. “Are you blackmailing me? Seriously?”
Brandon twitches his nose. “If you wanna look at it that way. Kinda.”
“You cheeky bastard.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Five minutes. We go in, I introduce you to everyone, and then I’ll drive you to your parent’s home. We don’t even have to say you’re my girlfriend, we’ll just… give that impression. It’s a simple favor, really.”
My frown deepens. “If it’s just that, why don’t you ask one of your admirers? You seem pretty popular with the ladies and I’m sure they’ll be happy to play along. Or even be your girlfriend in ‘real life’.”
“Thing about it is…”
“You’re gay.” I huff. “All the hot ones are. Just figures.”
“I’m seeing this guy right now and it’s not like I can parade him in front of my parents.”
I shake my head. “Brandon…”
“I’m not out yet. My family doesn’t know and I’m not quite ready to bust down the closet door, you know? I’ll crush them. I’m not ready to drop the bomb.”
/> Drop the bomb. Suddenly, I can relate to his plight simply because I know what it’s like to keep a secret from parents.
“What if your mom calls mine and my parents find out I’m your ‘girlfriend’? I have plans with Joe.”
He shakes his head. “My mom is still mortified and doesn’t talk to yours any longer.”
I cringe. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He smiles. “Do we have a deal?”
“I guess.”
“Awesome!” He grins from ear to ear. “It’ll be our little secret, Jess.”
Somehow, that sounds eerily familiar.
The End
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Gia Blue writes smut because she’s been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper, and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world to enjoy. A self-proclaimed whore and nympho, she’s now an ex-stripper turned smut writer, ever since she traded in her pole for a Mac. She’s embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She’d shake your hand, but it looks like you’re busy.
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