by Jorja Tabu
“Oh my god, Mike,” I said rolling my eyes. “Do you know how you sound?”
“Sure, you just told me,” he said, grinning. “Crazy.” He was suddenly so close to me, it was impossible for either of us to ignore the shiver that ran over me when his breath reached my bare collarbone. His eyes lowered to my body, and then he pushed the table abruptly away from us and turned his chair so it was even with my side. One of his long legs draped in front of mine, and the other behind me. It was an easily breakable cage, but I didn’t move. He leaned close to my ear, and I froze feeling him so close, not touching, but so, so close. “Now show me.”
“What?” I tried to sound strong, dismissive, but I didn’t. I just sounded hungry. Like woman that needed something.
“Show me how you look,” he demanded, slow, controlled. His voice was deep.
“No,” I whispered, instantly ashamed. “Please, no—“
“—Do it,” he growled—and then I noticed his body. My eyes traced the outline of his long, thick cock, growing under his jeans, and it almost made me gasp.
Could he really want me?
Could anyone, ever again…but Mike? Was it even possible?
Almost without my permission, my hands rose and moved towards the loose collar of my nightgown. My robe dropped permissibly as I did so, but my hands hesitated when they reached the edges of the wound; I could feel it, just barely, beginning where the fabric gave way to skin. He could no doubt see it. Maybe if he got a better look it would return him to sanity. I gathered the light fabric in my hands and gently pulled it over my shoulders, the wide opening giving no resistance over my now thin frame. I let it drop, shrugging, but not letting my arms through the holes so I could just as easily shrug it back up. When he saw.
When he rejected me.
I made myself look at him. Michael. My Michael. No more, once his last illusion was destroyed.
I realized I was holding my breath when I saw it—sadness. A darkness on his luminescent face just seconds before, and it was all I needed. I began to pull the shirt back up, but he met my eyes. “Don’t,” he said softly, grabbing my hands with his own.
“But—“ Tears wrestled my words away from me, and I turned my head, ashamed. Strong, gentle fingers rested on my chin, pulling me to face him again.
“I remember these shoulders,” he said, love rubbing the edges of the dare away. “I saw them every summer of my life. I know these three freckles—this one is bigger now. Right there. And this is where that magnolia scratched you when we were eight, playing hide-and-seek. And this is all you would let me touch, the first time we kissed.” He smiled up at me, tears in his eyes as well. “Course, we weren’t but twelve.” One eyebrow rose, giving him back his mischievous air. “Then again, on prom night…” his fingertips rolled across my skin, moving from one landmark to another, and finally down between my breasts. His eyes went over my scar before he touched it, brazenly tracing it with the same hand before moving to my remaining breast. “You do look different honey. But still, so beautiful. The same beautiful girl.” He reached my nipple, gently pinching it between his forefinger and thumb, making me gasp. His tongue darted across his lips as he heard the intake of air. “I couldn’t want you like this when we were young. I didn’t know how brave you were, how strong.” I felt weak in his hands, letting them both roam across my torso, tenderly taking me in. “I couldn’t love you like I love you now,” he whispered, and then leaned in to kiss my jaw, my cheek, and finally my mouth, the breath still caught in my throat.
He slowly pulled me into his arms, cradling me as I sat in his lap, tucking my head beneath his chin. We stayed like that for a long time, his chest moving against my back, teaching me how to breathe within his embrace. Finally, he stirred beneath me and I felt a presence there I’d almost forgotten.
“Do you really want me?” I whispered.
“Always,” he said. His mouth was against the nape of my neck, the breath misting my skin. I reached a hand up to feel his jaw, so firm and strong, and let my thumb trace his lips. “Do you want me?” He asked, surprising me.
“Yes,” I whispered, surprising myself. Suddenly, I was afraid--could we have sex without him thinking about everything I’d done? All the columns he’d read, all the nameless travelers who’d gone before him---Mike, who should’ve been the first, if not the only?
“What’s wrong?” He felt me shrinking, and I instinctively reached up behind his head, putting both hands in his thick hair and leaning back to see his face.
“Tramp Rampage,” I said, hollowly. “So the cancer’s not a big deal…But…”
“Goddamn,” he said, leaning back to laugh out loud. “The cancer’s the little worry? Honey, you have got your priorities all missed up. Take it from an expert.”
“No! I just…I…” I what? I wasn’t good enough for him?
Not even if he’d decided I was? Maybe I did want to be punished.
He read my mind. In the same voice he’d used earlier, he commanded me. “Tell me.”
“What?” I shivered in anticipation, instantaneously. How could he know how to charge me so quickly? So soon, it was as if we’d never been apart?
“Tell me who you chose,” he growled, and I felt his cock once again swelling beneath my thigh where I sat on his leg. He didn’t shift to make himself more comfortable. “Tell me about the first time you were ever fucked—tell me as if you were writing a story, a nice little one, just for me.” His hands came alive and began slowly running along the length of my bare torso, stopping just at my navel and then creeping up again. My skin felt electric under his touch. “Don’t leave anything out.”
“I can’t,” I whispered, feeling my back arch in spite of my words.
“Do it,” he warned, and his cock jumped beneath me, swelling with each passing second.
“It was my tutor,” I said, gasping on the last word, feeling my body respond to his commands as if it were made to. “I thought he was cute—he had broad shoulders, and thick brown hair, beautiful brown eyes…”
“Like me?” There was a slight roughness in his tone but I could tell Mike was smiling there behind me. He wanted to know I’d found a way to him just as he had to me.
“Yes,” I said, “but…He wasn’t as …”
“Amazing, perfect? Funny?” Mike said, in his usual voice, the laughter curling each word deliciously as it reached my ears. I couldn’t help but smile.
“None of those. He just wasn’t you, Mike. But I tried, baby. I closed my eyes…”
“You’re moving ahead in the story,” he whispered. “Start from the beginning.” His hands made longer and longer tracks down my body, beginning to burrow past the bunched up nightgown where it lay in my lap. I wanted to stand up, let it fall completely off of me, but I didn’t. Instead, I opened my legs so that my hot, wet center ground against the cock under me, the blue jeans between rough on my needy pussy.
“I went to see him, and he let me into the little tutoring office.”
“Mmmhmm,” Mike said, the low tones in his voice back again. He barely touched the top of my pubic region, letting his hands slide along my hip bones on either side.
“I sat down on his desk,” I panted, fighting the urge to writhe. “I wasn’t wearing any panties, and when he sat down in his chair across from me…” I bit my lip.
“What did you do?” He nipped my neck, his hands riding my hipbones as I rode his covered cock.
“I showed him.” I twisted, tasting the sweat on his neck before he pulled away, his strong hands moving up my torso to keep me still.
“Showed him what?” Mike pulled my hands down, and then kissed the back of my neck, letting his wet mouth linger on my skin.
“I showed him my pussy,” I gasped, my back arching.
“What did he do when he saw your pretty pussy?” Mike slid his hands down and began to work my nightgown over my hips, and I closed my legs to let him. Suddenly, I was naked, straddling his knee.
“He wanted to eat it,” I s
aid and the memory made me laugh. “He licked his lips and asked if I’d ever had an orgasm before.”
“Had you?” Mike licked the lobe of my ear, gently tracing along my throat towards my collarbone.
“Yes,” I whispered. “But only with you,” I said in a small voice, feeling very vulnerable. More vulnerable than I ever had with anyone else. Mike had given me my very first orgasm, surprising us both when we were just sixteen. Maybe he wasn’t sure they’d been real.
They certainly were. He was still for a minute, then kissed my cheek lovingly before letting his hands retrace their steps along my torso.
“Did you ask him to eat your pussy?” He lapped at my nape, pushing pulses of heat through my body as he squeezed my nipple and teased the top of my pubic hair.
“I didn’t say anything,” I whispered, remembering. “And he came across the room and knelt in front of me.”
“Did you open your legs for him,” Mike whispered, his fingers going lower.
“Yes,” I gasped, bucking towards them, but he resisted.
“Did he lick you slow?” He gingerly reached my opening, sliding a smooth fingertip over my throbbing clit. “Did he lick you fast?”
“Oh god, Mike,” I whispered, my body so ready to cum I dug my pussy against him while his finger worked my body. “Both! He licked me fast and slow!”
“Did he let you cum in his mouth?” Mike was smiling again, teasing me with his fingers, feeling my need and loving it.
“Yes, yes baby he did,” I cried out, trying to make him do the same with his fingers, but he just chuckled and teased me with them again.
“Did you beg for his cock?” Mike lightly bit my neck as I pushed at his cock through the fabric, my pussy drenching.
“I didn’t have to,” I said sassily, bending over slightly to give him more of a view of my ass. He moaned as my pussy moved on his cock again.
“I bet he fucked you slow to start?” Mike didn’t let me distract us for long, pulling me back up and squeezing my nipple mercilessly while he slid his other finger deeper along my slit. I responded by thrusting upward, trying for it, begging for it with my body.
“Yes,” I panted, frustrated. My shoulders rested along his, and I now bit his neck.
“Did you like it?” Mike asked me this as he finally slid a long finger into my wet slit, using his other hand to gently pressure my clit in slow circles. I was so close I almost cried out again, but he moved his hands just at the last second. “Did he teach you how to take a cock, baby?’
“Not as big as yours,” I whispered, and bit him again. I planted myself on him as his finger slipped deep inside of me and he groaned.
“Should I teach you how to take my cock?” He whispered to me, letting me gently rock back on it. I felt the wetness on my thighs. “It’s a little different, but the principle’s the same.” His smile kissed me behind my ear.
“Please fuck me, baby,” I begged, once again arching forward so that my ass was on display. “Please fuck me deep and hard!” I looked at him over my shoulder pleadingly.
“You want it pretty bad, don’t you,” he said soothingly, grinning down at me.
“Oh god, yes,” I said, and he chuckled as his hands slid around me, hefting my weight in their strength. He easily turned me to face him, my legs wrapping around his waist, my pussy now against his zipper.
“Let it out,” he growled, and I reached down and unfastened them. He wiggled beneath me, and then, he was free.
I remembered Michael’s cock; it was one of the reasons why I hadn’t had sex with him when we were younger…He was big. Just as big, if not bigger, than any of the cocks I’d taken in my day. The difference this time was that he’d teased me for so long, gotten me so wet and ready, that I could take anything now. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything in my life. And to top it all off, there was the rest of him—perfect chest, rock hard belly. Beautiful, amused smile. And love.
Definitely love, in his eyes.
“Come here,” he whispered, and cupped my ass with both hands, lifting me once again until I felt the tip of his cock against my ready lips. He voraciously sucked on my nipple, then slowly let me sink onto his cock, taking all of it in one go. It was a tight fit, and he gasped as he was completely engulfed by my body. “Goddamn, Luce,” he said, his eyes opening wide. I ripped his shirt open, planted my mouth on his, and made my delicate body slow down before I hurt myself—all I wanted was to ride him, but I needed to take it easy. He immediately understood, supported all my weight as I leaned into him, and gently slid me up and down on his shaft. My legs spasmed as my swollen clit hit bottom over and over again, the pressure inside of me overwhelming my ability to wait. “Michael,” I gasped, the realization that I was about to climax with the love of my life hitting me full force. “I’m going to cum!” I helplessly held onto his broad body with my arms, and his full lips brushed my throat.
“Do it,” he commanded, but there was so much sweetness in his voice I felt tears rush to my eyes. “Come for me baby,” he whispered, gently increasing the speed, taking me higher and longer, farther into ecstasy. “Come on my cock, honey. Come for me.” His quiet urging pushed me completely over the edge in a way nothing else ever had. Michael, tight inside of me, guiding me, leading me.
I came again as he picked up the speed, responding to my body’s rhythmic clenching with a need of his own. His cock grew even larger inside of me, widening my hole as I moaned, trancelike, clinging to him in deeper gratification than I had ever beheld. I had never been made love to.
There was nothing like it. “Oh Luce,” Michael’s hands kneaded my ass cheeks, sending another shockwave through me. “I don’t think I can hold off much longer.”
“Come with me, baby,” I said, squaring to face him, locking my eyes on his. “Come with me,” I said again, feeling my body beginning to elctrify, sparks of sensual waves shooting through my belly, bigger even than the last time.
“Anywhere,” he whispered, smiling, and then his eyes grew wider, their rich brown locked onto me as I rode him. “Oh god,” he whispered, “I love you, Luce,” his voice breaking on the last word, and I felt his hot warmth inside of me.
“I love you Michael,” I cried out, collapsing in his arms as my body was wracked with a final orgasm. “I love you too.”
4.
“There’s nothing sexier than you,” my husband said, rubbing my shoulders. I was wearing a strapless sundress, the kind I’d worn every summer for as long as I could remember, but this time I had to make an adjustment so it would look right. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“It feels fake,” I said, the prostheses gently tucked in beside my breast, snugly held in place by the newly strapless bra. I swirled in front of the mirror, and Michael’s hand dropped as he laughed.
“Well, that might be because it is,” he said, his eyebrow raised high on his forehead. “Just a guess. We both know you’re the smart one around here, but…” He raised his hands in mock helplessness.
“Oh, hush,” I said, grinning. I swung back towards his arms, light on my feet. Every moment he made me laugh, and my life felt too good to be real. When he smiled at me. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. When I saw the love in his eyes, I didn’t know if I was dreaming.
But I wasn’t.
Here we were.
Trish had finally forgiven me for my Las Vegas wedding, and we were all going on a picnic together. The whole crowd was coming, from so long ago, and things promised to be interesting; Mike and I together again had caused more than few scandals. I had certainly underestimated his Vegas specials, that was for sure, but when I saw that look in his eyes, I couldn’t worry.
I knew we were meant to be.
“Let’s go on a trip,” he suddenly said as we walked back to the car, the sunshine warm on my bare shoulders. “I’m ready to get out of this place. You sure we gotta go to this picnic? We could just skip it. Go back to Vegas to renew our vows.” He grinned at me.
“Ar
e you crazy?” I slapped his shoulder. “My parents are just adjusting to me being around, and Trish has asked me to babysit for the next three weekends in a row.” We laughed. “Why do you want to leave so soon?”
“I don’t know,” he said, then stopped walking and gathered me in his arms. “I guess I just feel like…” He looked down at me, and then gently moved a hair out of the way, running a finger along my jawline. “There’s so much of the world left yet to see.”
“And you want to see it,” I said, grinning at him. “Now.”
“Now,” he said back, smiling down at me. “This very second.”
“Well, my love,” I said, grinning back at him, “I can tell you haven’t gone on a lot of trips because you’re underestimating how much time it takes to plan one.” I danced away from his embrace, teasingly smiling over my shoulder. “We can’t just go on a trip. We have a ranch. And friends. And family.”
