“But, what about your clout? Dad says you have to spend it.”
“I am, on the learning centers. And honestly, I’d like to stay as far out of the limelight on this one as I can.”
“Because of what happened last time?” Lorraine didn’t answer and Ashe added, “Be honest … ”
Lorraine had to smile as she crossed the room and sat down on the side of his bed. “Maybe a little bit. But, I’m still doing this, just like I still did that. That’s the important thing, Ashe. It’s only being brave if you’re a little bit afraid. You understand?”
Ashe gave it some thought, finally nodding with a resolved half-smile. “Okay. But will you act in it if I write a different story?”
“Ashe, we already talked about this! Your play should be cast with actors your own age, that only makes sense. But, I’ll help with sets or something, whatever I can.” Ashe looked even more dejected. “Y’know, Ashe, being a writer / director, that’s a pretty big deal. It means you’re the guy in charge. And it gives you a reason to talk to every pretty girl in school.” This got Ashe’s attention, his gaze turning from the window. Lorraine went on, “And you don’t have to be bashful or anything, because it’s not like you’re asking them on a date. You’re interested in casting them in your play, that’s something any girl would want to hear more about.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s right.”
“Of course it is. Why do you think most people become directors in the first place? Not you, though, I’m not saying you're that type at all. But, as long as you’re doing it, you might as well enjoy the little perks, right?” Lorraine said convincingly
“I guess so. But, I’m new to school, people still don’t know me that well.”
“All the better,” she said, “that gives you mystique. When you turned up, you know what girls were thinking; ‘Who’s this homeschooled kid? The one on TV? Oh yeah, I’ve heard of him … ’”
“But you don’t like being famous,” Ashe said. “Maybe I shouldn’t, either.” his said disheartened.
“Well, you might have a lot more to offer than I do.”
“No way,” Ashe said. “You’re like … my hero or something.”
Those words sank into Lorraine’s mind, into her heart and soul and especially her conscience. “Well, let’s put it this way; For me, personally, I’m more interested in getting things done than in people knowing my name. The thing is, Ashe, one often follows the other. It’s kind of the risk you take for trying to help somebody out, that they might say, ‘thanks’. And there’s a certain responsibility to that, Ashe and there’s a risk. What if you try to help and it doesn’t work out? They don’t thank you then, they say things that are a lot worse, a lot more hurtful. But, okay, sometimes that happens, sometimes worse. But, we still take the chance, right? You decided on your own to go back to school last year and that was a scary choice for you. I was so proud of you for making that choice, especially because of the risks. And y’know what? I think it was the right choice, I think it’s working out great and I think you're working out great.”
Ashe smiled from his bed.
“And if you want to get this play done, it’s gonna be a risk. People may not like it, some actors won’t want to work with you, or they’ll quit along the way. But, you could also be great, inspire others, really make a name for yourself besides just being that homeschooled kid who was on TV that time. Right?”
“Right.” he agreed.
“So, don’t worry too much and over think it, just let it happen.” Lorraine heard her own words and knew immediately that she was speaking to herself as much as she was to Ashe. She and the boy had always shared a certain wounded perspective, but both had grown, found their own strength and their own voice. Now she had to lead by example, to love by example.
She gave him a little kiss on the forehead and said, “Get some sleep, maybe something will come to you in a dream.”
“Yeah,” Ashe said, dropping his head down onto the pillow and closing his eyes. Lorraine gave him a last, loving look before clicking off the light and closing the door.
In the hallway, Lorraine turned to see Griffin standing in front of her with a loving smile all his own. He said, “She’s asleep.” Lorraine smiled, knowing what he meant.
Chapter 10
Griffin loomed above her, arms holding his chest above Lorraine’s. She looked up at him as if he were some great figure, a champion, a greater man than she’d ever known or ever would know. Griffin looked down at Lorraine with a little smile, his intimate satisfaction leaking through his glowing blue eyes, blond hair falling over his gorgeous face.
The first third of his long, thick cock filled her, lips clenching down on him to savor every bit of his reedy, muscular power. She was hot and wet and happily wrapped around him, nine short pumps of that wondrous cock was followed by one long, slow draw, lingering, pausing, moving inside her before it slipped forward for another series of short pumps, this time eight of them followed by two long, deeper plunges.
Griffin went to his mid-shaft for seven sharp jabs and then three long, patient strokes, a tilt of his hips to the side igniting the nerves of her clit, legs shaking on either side of Griffin’s shifting hips.
Six short shots with a circular bend and four long, deeper moves pushed Griffin’s huge, hard cock even deeper into Lorraine’s personal, private self, her body opened to him as to no other. Then five pumps, bam bam bam bam bam were followed by five even, measured thrusts into her and then back, each one a gesture of love, and each one ratcheting Lorraine’s body into new levels of tension. When the fast strokes came, she longed for the slow. But, the slow pumps only teased her, jaws clenched, groin yearning for more, harder, faster.
Lorraine felt as if she’d never stopped cumming, but now she knew there would be a whole new expression of her body’s endless desire. It would have to wait, she would have to wait.
They were only at five.
Then four sharp jabs made way for another long, slow push, the first of six. By the fourth long thrust, Lorraine’s body was shaking, Griffin pushing her right knee back toward her chest.
Three pumps introduced seven long strokes, each one agonizing for Lorraine. No, no, more, faster, fuck me like crazy, you fucking monster!
But, the strokes kept coming, long and slow … five … six … seven …
Two times more were all Lorraine would get before another series of slow-motion push-and-pull strokes that sent pulses of pleasure through her. Lorraine’s orgasm was percolating, frothing beneath the surface, straining and twisting between her hips, jutting them forward, eager for more frenzied action even during those long pulls, slow intrusions, deeper and harder, pushing her tissues and nerves to the side in a perverse invasion of her body.
Lorraine was thirsty for combat.
There was just a single fast jab before another series of protracted strokes, so slow Griffin seemed barely to move at all, Lorraine’s jaw locking as the moments passed.
One.
Griffin paused, holding his cock motionless inside her before beginning the delirious journey back into her, his girth unyielding, his length unending.
Two.
No, no, fuck me harder! Fast and hard, fast and hard you fucking bastard!
Griffin could read her body, he knew what she wanted. He indulged in the ability not to give it to her. He relished her frustration, glad to foster that volcanic orgasm inside her. It was as if he knew her orgasm, like he was conspiring with it to drive her insane. She was trapped between Griffin above her and her orgasm within and there was nowhere to run, no place to hide.
I can’t wait, Griffin, don’t make me wait!
Three.
Lorraine cried out, lips bending over her teeth. There were no words that could express her desire, no reason for any. Griffin knew what she wanted, Lorraine knew that he knew.
Four.
Lorraine’s cum poured through her as his cock pulled slowly out, hardly moving at all, resting in her cradle, the lor
d of all that it surveyed. Then it moved in again for a closer look at the induction, the flooding of her nether, the destruction of her body by its own raging power.
Five.
Lorraine clenched her fists and punched Griffin’s strong chest and shoulders, but he only chuckled at the effect he was having on her, savoring the control he wielded over her body and her soul. He could go on like this all night, and both of them knew it.
Six.
I can’t do it, Lorraine heard her inner voice cry out, I can’t wait … I can’t … Lorraine’s legs locked around the small of Griffin’s back to pull him close and end her torment once and for all. Griffin was swift to reach around and disconnect them, pushing Lorraine’s leg back and digging in so deep, so smooth, a lean to the left inspiring an even stronger outpouring of juices, draining Lorraine nearly to the death.
Seven.
Only two more, Lorraine told herself, only two more, then the fast, then the fast … God I need that so much …
Griffin pulled back slow and paused again with a mean little chuckle, then pushed that probing prick back in, each tiny fraction of an inch seeming to last a lifetime. The more she wanted it, the slower he went. Lorraine could only wait, muscles pulling tight, teeth nearly shattering in her clenched jaw.
Please now please now please now, now now now now now now …
Eight.
Lorraine pressed her head back against the pillow, hands reaching around the backs of her own knees to pull them back, the tension of her own body circling in on itself, increasing, everything tighter … tighter …
Nine.
Yes, yes, Lorraine’s inner maniac screamed out like an animal in a cage, oh God yes yes yes yes yes yes …
But, Griffin waited, just the head and first few inches resting in Lorraine’s wanton, wet pussy. He gave it a little shake, Lorraine’s hips shaking in response, her whole body waiting for that last, beautiful plunge.
Now, damn it, Lorraine’s private self screamed, now! Now now now now now now!
Griffin answered her with a sweeping slide into her, deep and long and thick and hard, finding new depths and touching off electric bursts of joy so deep in Lorraine that they seemed to be coming from the corners of her soul, of his soul, both their souls colliding.
Now, baby, now! Now!
Griffin said, “Yes, baby, now.”
The flurry of his harder pumps returned. Bam bam bam bam! The ten hard shocks gave Lorraine all the reason for release she might have needed, if she'd been able to resist before. That pounding rotation, deep, fast, hard,thick and pressing against her from each and every side, sent Lorraine’s orgasm to heights even it had never thought possible. It tore through her body leaving her quivering uncontrollably.
But the fast pumps ended and an earthquake brought the house crumbling down as a long, slow probe promised another head-spinning round of the Taoist thrust, if Lorraine could survive it.
She was more than willing to die trying.
Chapter 11
Albert and Carmen joined Lorraine and the Phoenix family at the penthouse, the sparkling view of the Manhattan night twinkling just outside the window. Griffin had a catering crew come in with fresh Maine lobsters and Kobe beef, both cooked to perfection and served with a fresh kale salad, buttery asparagus spears and scalloped potatoes that were creamy beneath a crispy, golden-brown crust.
Albert shook his head as he shoved a full claw of lobster meat into his mouth, butter dripping down his chin. “Delicious,” he couldn't wait to say, “the best I’ve ever had.”
Griffin and Lorraine shared a secret, satisfied smile.
Carmen looked around the penthouse. “I just love this place. I wish we could make it out here more often.”
“Once you're in the governor’s mansion,” Lorraine said, “you won’t even remember this little dump.” Griffin looked at her with feigned offense, but Lorraine could only shrug and take a sip of Cristal. “Sorry, honey, but it’s not the governor’s mansion.”
“That’s right,” Albert said. “No strings.”
They all shared a chuckle, even Ashe. This attracted Albert’s attention. “You seem to be doing well, young man.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ashe said. “I feel well.”
Albert and Carmen glanced at one another, impressed. Jeremy glanced over from his attention to Kayla, feeding her more than himself.
Carmen asked Ashe, “You think you might like to go into politics someday? Those speeches you wrote were just great and you’re so handsome and charismatic.” Ashe’s pale cheeks turned pink and he turned away, the adults chuckling under their breath.
“I was thinking about writing and directing a play,” Ashe said. “I had one idea in mind … ” He glanced at Lorraine and Lorraine back at him, and Ashe cheerfully went on, “… But, I’m still thinking it over. I’ll come up with something.”
“Something amazing,” Lorraine said with a confident and gentle smile.
Lorraine asked them, “Have you two thought about kids?”
That question broke the tension and inspired another surprised chuckle from the table. “After the campaign,” Albert said, and Carmen smiled and nodded to agree. But, there was something in Carmen’s smile that worried Lorraine, something uncertain about it, untrue.
Jeremy glared at Albert and Carmen, just a quick and silent shot, but it didn’t escape Lorraine’s attention or Griffin’s … or Albert’s. Albert smiled at Jeremy. “It’s always good to see you, Jeremy. The children seem to be thriving under your care.”
Jeremy smiled. “No better than the people of Denver under yours. Next, the whole state.”
“We’ll see,” Carmen said with a cautionary smile.
Albert said, “It’s good to see such a … a progressive attitude. A lot of families would be a lot more closed-minded about who they let care for their children … their same-sex children.”
“It’s not a problem,” Griffin said, his voice quick and certain. “Jeremy has our complete confidence.”
“Which he’s earned,” Lorraine added, “and continues to earn with daily excellence.”
“Outstanding,” Albert said, cutting into his steak. “We’re really making progress.”
“We sure are. Think of all those conservative voters who would go against you two just because you’re an interracial couple. And, I mean, black and Mexican? Not exactly a pair to draw to for your average conservative voter. I mean, talk about regressive, right? And then there are all those family values jerks who are probably still pissy about poor Mrs. Jenkins, — ” Jermey said.
“Jeremy,” Griffin said with an angry snap in his voice. It was a quick burst, restrained, but sharp enough to quiet the table. Jeremy sat in a disgraced silence, awkward, before clearing his throat.
“I should get Kayla into her bath,” Jeremy said, “if you’ll excuse me.”
“Indeed,” Griffin said, watching as Jeremy scooped up the child and walked her quickly out of the dining room. Griffin turned to Albert. “I apologize, Albert. That was quite rude, you shouldn’t have been exposed to that.”
Lorraine was quick to say, “Jeremy’s really a good guy, he’s great with the kids and a good friend. But, he’s been working too hard lately. I keep telling him to take some time off, get out a little, blow off some steam.”
“I don’t doubt he’d be blowing something off,” Albert said, eyes still on his plate as he finished off his steak.
Carmen said, “Albert, there’s a child at the table.”
Albert glanced down at Ashe. “My apologies, young man.”
Ashe shrugged and turned to Griffin. “May I be excused?”
“Yes you may,” Griffin said, Ashe quietly getting up from the table and stepping out of the room.
“He’s quite something, that young man. You both should be very proud … of both kids, I mean,” Albert said.
Lorraine and Griffin nodded, hands reaching out to cup the other.
“I’m glad we’re alone though,” Albert sai
d. “There is something I think we should discuss.”
I knew it, Lorraine told herself, of course it was more than just a visit.
Albert went on, “I’ve heard from the school board, way way up … ”
Lorraine leaned forward in his pause. “And?”
Albert shrugged, taking a sip of his merlot. “They’re not happy about this project of yours, Lorraine, Griffin, they’re not happy at all.”
“And why’s that?” Griffin asked.
Albert explained, “It’s a threat to them, obviously.”
“Lemme guess,” Lorraine said, “funding.”
“Of course! Suppose your learning centers are a big hit. Let’s say grades suddenly go up in correlation to the work your centers are doing.”
“That’d be a good thing,” Lorraine said.
Albert shook his head. “It would only prove how ineffective the public school system is, Lorraine, make them look foolish, make the government that sponsors them look foolish.”
Griffin looked on, his shifting eyes telling Lorraine that he was also putting it together faster than Albert could describe it.
“Then their funding disappears,” Lorraine said.
Now Albert was nodding. “Then attention gets turned to the crime stats. Crime goes down, funding for local police goes down.”
Griffin threw his napkin down onto his plate. “What kind of goddamned government are we running here? It takes a rock star and a near-murder to save the libraries, but meanwhile every other social service is being gutted.”
“I don’t make the rules, Griffin.”
“It’s just as bad to play by them, Albert.”
Carmen said, “Um, this is such a lovely dinner. I hate to spoil it with shop talk.”
Albert ignored her, addressing Griffin and Lorraine in a more stern and urgent tone. “They suggested you might be better off donating to the school board, the way you did with the library. Maybe a yearly rally in the same mode — ”
“No,” Griffin said. “The school board is about as corrupt as you can get, from the municipal offices straight up to Washington D.C. I’m not doing any more business with them.”
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