Reckless Abandon

by J N Owens

  “I don’t either. I love you Fin and I really am sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise. I’ll leave and let you get ready. I’ll see you downstairs.”

  “Alright.” He turns and walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

  I need a minute to myself to just breath and take it all in. I guess over all it’s not that big of a deal. I just hate feeling betrayed and lied to. Because deep down, I know if he lied and kept it from me, there is probably a reason. The reasonable part of me is raising red flags, but they just keeps getting pushed down by the horny and tired of being alone part of me.

  I finish getting ready and head downstairs. The party is a big deal. They have tents outside, lights strung up in the trees, and long tables with white tablecloths are set out in the sprawling green grass. There is even a dance floor with a DJ in the middle of everything. It looks beautiful. It looks like something you would see in a movie or a dream. This is amazing. It’s then I finally meet Scott’s dad. He is standing at the top of the stone steps that lead out to yard with Judy. He is, of course, as handsome as Scott. You can tell he is older by the salt and pepper hair, but he wears it well. He is tall and trim with shocking ice blue eyes. He looks like a shark and scares me a little. But he and Judy make a stunning couple. Looking at Judy, you can still see the effects of Scott’s outburst on her face. I make my way to Scott’s side when he takes my hand and walks me to his parents.

  “Dad I would like to introduce you to Finley. Dr. Finley Carson, this my father, Jack Oliver.”

  “Finley it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard great things about you. From both my son and my wife.”

  “Same Mr. Oliver. It’s a pleasure.” He shakes my hand gently. A little too gently for a man. I like a firm handshake. You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake and I hate a flimsy one. It makes me not trust someone. He is shady. And to be honest, he just looks like a prick.

  “Well, we will let y’all enjoy the night. We are going to eat, get drunk, and dance all night. Right, Fin?”

  “Y’all have fun,” his mother smiles after us. I watch her over my shoulder. You can see the strain between her and Mr. Oliver. It makes me see her completely differently, I almost feel sorry for her.

  Scott and I drink champagne and eat delicious food until I forget all about Judy and her sad eyes. I notice her once again during the whole night when we sing happy birthday. At that point, she looks absolutely wrecked. Good for her! I get pretty toasted myself because the champagne just keeps coming. They set off fireworks around 11pm and after that Scott and I head inside. I’m ready to sleep at that point. After the day I had with his mother and the night of partying and drinking, I fall flat on my face ready to pass out.

  Scott climbs in next me, “Are you serious? You’re going to sleep? I had big plans for you tonight.” He whispers in my ear as he runs his hands up under my dress between my legs to my hot sex. He pushes my panties to the side running his finger gently up and down between the folds of wet pussy. He runs his finger up my middle using them to push my lips apart then slowly eases a finger inside me as he kisses up the side of my neck. My hips buck into him as I let out a little mew.

  “God that feels good, but I’m so tired. I don’t think I can tonight. So tired. Need sleep. But feels so good. Keep doing that, yep, right there, just like that.”

  He chuckles.

  “Come on Fin, just a little. I can slide it in just like this. You don’t even have to move. I’ll be quick,” he whispers. I laugh, and then start laughing harder.

  “You’re gross. I’m practically a corpse. U wanna fuck a corpse?”

  “Eh, you’re still warm so it works. Especially right here, where I’m stroking you, you are really warm.” We both start laughing.

  “You’re nasty. But you have fingers that are pure magic. Mmmm… You keep moving them like that and I won’t be a corpse for long.”

  “You really want me to stop? I will if you me to.” He keeps kissing up my neck and moving his magic fingers in and out of me.

  “No don’t stop.” Rolling over onto my side, I reach down and undo his pants. I pull out his long hard velvety soft dick. I run my finger over the tip through the precum and bringing it up to my mouth, I slowly lick it off. I love that so much. It just gets me that much more turned on, it also drives him fucking wild. He slams his mouth to mine, dragging my leg over his hip and slamming into me. I’m looking him in his eyes, his beautiful aquamarine eyes that shine with lust. My eyes roll back with pleasure when he hits my core. He pauses when he is in.

  “Make it quick and hard, cowboy.” He smiles and winks. We stay on our sides wrapped up into each other, he rocks in and out of me slowly at first and I meet his hips with mine. I dig my nails into his shoulders. He kisses me, holding me by the back of my head. Our tongues thrash and explore. We continue rocking and pushing. He moves deeper and deeper, fucking me harder with each thrust. He holds my ass, his fingers gripping it and digging into it. He pushes my dress down over my tits, moving his mouth down to take my nipple into his mouth, he sucks it in hard, biting it. I can feel my orgasm, I want it to come, but I also want more. I push him off me. I roll onto my back, pushing his head down.

  “I want your mouth on me. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me come, but make it last.” He just grins, it’s an evil grin and I love it.

  He sits me up, pulling my dress over my head. Leaving me in just my panties. I lay back down sliding my panties down my legs. He watches with hooded eyes. His mouth comes crashing down on me once more. He moves slowly but hungrily down my body. Kissing every inch of me as he goes. Everywhere he touches feels electric. My body feels on fire, he makes me feel like I can have an orgasm just from his touch alone. He uses his hands to spread my legs open as far as they will go, pushing my knees up towards my shoulders as he spreads them wide. He gently runs his hands down the middle of my thighs kissing behind them as he goes. Making his way back up, he uses his fingers to open my pussy wide for him. He gives me one last glance before his face is buried in me. I instantly cry out. The feeling of his soft tongue on my already hot core is overwhelming. It’s that one long hard lick all the way up my pussy. And he starts to flick my clit and circle it. His tongue is fat and strong, I feel it everywhere, he licks around my ass, circling it then licking back up. His hands run under me to lift me up and his tongue goes inside me. Fuck if that isn’t the best feeling.

  My hips push towards him as his fingers move into me causing me to cry out, “Fuck yes!”

  He is working me hard, it’s too much sensation at once with his two fingers fucking my pussy and one in my ass. I run my hands down my breast, pinching my nipples between my fingers. My hips roll into him as he fucks me with his fingers and tongue. It starts to build and build my orgasm until it explodes from every part of me. I scream out, louder than I have ever done. I shake, my legs squeeze, my hips roll and buck. It’s fucking fantastic. He draws my orgasm out by licking slowly and continuing to move his fingers in and out. Once I finish convulsing from the intense orgasm, he flips me over and drives into me from behind. He lifts my hips so I’m on my knees and just starts pounding in me. His hand comes down on my back so I arch my back and push back into him. I rock back as he slams forward. We meet each other thrust for thrust. His finger goes back into my ass, and I am right back on the verge of another orgasm. I’m so fucking close.

  “Fuck Scott, I’m coming. Yes. Harder, harder.”

  He grabs my hair and pulls it back, hammering into me, I’m sent sailing. Fuck that’s amazing. I push back into him as I scream out again. His release is right behind mine. He stills, gives a few more hard thrusts, then falls on top of me. We both collapse on the bed. That was so fucking amazing. I don’t think I will be moving again for a while.

  “See, I can do fast.” He laughs, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth.

  “That was not fast, but it was amazing. Thank you. Now I sleep.”

  “Yes, it was amazing. You are amazing. Good
night.”

  “Goodnight “

  I don’t even get up to clean up. He does. He goes to the bathroom and washes off. He comes back with a washcloth. He runs it up my thighs and in between them. He climbs in next to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I fall asleep held tight in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

  I wake up early the next morning. I’m not sure why because I feel like I need at least another 6 hours of sleep. But I can’t sleep anymore. So, I get up and shower. I throw my wet hair up, put on my comfiest sweats and one of Scott’s T-shirt’s. It smells like him, a natural smell like grass or soap. He doesn’t cover it up with all kinds of cologne and crap. I love that.

  I make my way downstairs to try and get some coffee. His mom is sitting at the island in the kitchen with a cup in her hands. She looks like she hasn’t slept all night, and not in an, I had the best night ever kind of way. It is more of an, I can’t believe that shit kind of way. She doesn’t even notice that I have come into the kitchen.

  “Good morning Judy. Did you have fun last night?” Her demeanor changes instantly. A smile coming to her face. Like she has a mask she wears for everyone.

  “Oh, Finley dear, good morning. Come in. Have some coffee, would you like breakfast? I can make you something.”

  “No, I’m fine thank you. I can get the coffee. Sit, just relax. What are you doing up so early? I’m sure you were up late. The party was so much fun. I really enjoyed it. Thank you so much for having me this weekend.”

  “You are so welcome. It was our pleasure.” She hesitates for just a second letting out a sigh. “Yes, the party was fun. It was rather large. I’m not a fan of big crowds. That was all Jacks idea and all his friends. So, you know, anything to keep the boys happy.” She waves her hand around, gesturing the boys that aren’t here at the moment.

  “Wait, you didn’t want the party?” Why would they throw a party for her if she didn’t want it?

  “Well I mean it was lovely and I’m so grateful to have a family that thinks of me and loves me enough to do something like that for me. But honestly, I would prefer something smaller you know something just the family. I’m just not big on things that grand of a scale. It was just too much. And you never know who will show up or what they will show up with. Who they are coming to see? Little whores and their little whore friends. Coming to my house, showing off in their little slut dresses with their perfect boob jobs that he paid for. Strutting around in front of me. Like I don’t know that shit goes on behind my back but to bring it to my house on my birthday. I mean the actual nerve of people.” She has started rambling while staring off into space, talking to no one in particular. I’m so lost right now. I feel like she has gone off on some tangent and I have no idea what she is talking about. The more she talks the more it turns into a mumble and I know she isn’t talking to me but just rambling. Just saying things that are popping into her head. Crazy things. I reach out to touch her arm.

  “Um, Judy are you alright? Can I get you anything?” Her head pops up and she looks at me. Her head tilts to the side.

  “Oh, my goodness. When did you come in? I’m so sorry. I must have dozed off down here. Can I get you anything?”

  What in the fuck?

  “No thank you. But can I help you? Do you need to go to bed? Do you need me to help you get anything?” She gives a small sad smile that says there isn’t anything anyone can do.

  “No dear. I’m fine thank you. There is coffee, help yourself.” With that she walks out of the kitchen, feet dragging and her head hanging. I just watch her walk away.

  The rest of the day is fairly quiet. Scott gets up later and we go drive around. He shows me all the places he spent hanging out as a kid. Where he and his best friend fished, his high school where he got caught making out behind the cafeteria, the movie theater where he took his girlfriend sophomore year and lost his virginity in the parking lot. We pull back up to his parents’ house and he just sits there. He doesn’t make any attempt to get out.

  I look at him curiously, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I just don’t feel like going back in just yet.”

  “Is everything all right with your parents? Your mom was being really weird this morning.” He glances over at me.

  “Why? What did she say now? I swear that woman doesn’t know when to shut up.” He is really pissed. He slams a fist into the steering wheel.

  “Hey calm down. It’s not her fault. Something is wrong. I mean like really wrong. I walked in and she said good morning, offered to make me breakfast then I asked if she enjoyed the party and she went off on a tangent, just streaming words together. She wasn’t making any sense. I don’t even know what she was talking about. Fake boobs, whores, and slutty dresses. I stopped her and asked if she was okay and she looked at me like she hadn’t seen me at all. She asked when I got there. It was the strangest thing. Something is going on with her. I’m worried.” He looks down into his lap and shakes his head.

  “Fuck I was afraid of this. She was far too calm and happy yesterday.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “She just has some problems. We have dealt with them for years. She will be fine. I’ll talk to my dad.”

  “Scott, she needs help.” He spins his head in my direction and it scares me. His eyes have glazed over and dilated to the point where there is almost no green left. I jump back away from him.

  “Don’t you think I fucking know that. I have been doing everything I can. Don’t you think I would be doing everything I can to help her?” I flinch as he yells coming closer to me.

  I can barely get my mouth to move, so I just nod my head.

  He closes his eyes and lets out a breath. He moves back in his seat slumping against his door and wipes his hand down his face.

  “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take it out on you. It’s just,” He lets out a loud breath and like that he is back, “it’s my fucking dad. He doesn’t give a shit about her. He doesn’t care that everything he does hurts her, and he has driven her crazy. He just does whatever the fuck he wants, and he couldn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. He is killing her, and he doesn’t care. All he cares about is what people will say, what they see. It’s all so fake.”

  I’m so confused listening to him. He seems seriously concerned about his mother. I mean I would be too. But yesterday, what I saw in the hallway, makes no sense. If he loves her like this, then why would he treat her this way. His treatment of her cannot possibly be helping her, if he is so worried about his father driving her crazy then he would never treat her that way. But I don’t feel like right now is the best time to brooch that subject. He seems very vulnerable, and very easy to set off. I’m not quite sure why he is so easy to rile up. But I’m not going to test it. Not until I understand it a little better anyway. Especially now that I have seen this change in him. I don’t know what to think about him being able to shift from hot to cold like that. It’s definitely unsettling.

  “Well, we need to get inside and see about her. You are strong enough to handle being in that house. We need to check on her.” I get out of the truck and go inside the house. He is right behind me. Stomping and huffing like a big ass baby.

  Inside is quiet, too quiet. We walk into the living room and nothing. We make our way into the kitchen and nothing. I peek out the back door and nothing. What the hell is going on? I hear Scott call my name, so I head back through the house. Scott is upstairs, I get up and turn the corner and there is an open door. I look in and they are all in there. It’s a movie room. His mom and dad are snuggled together on a sofa, Scott has settled into a chair, so I go in and find another chair. “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing, we were just going to watch a movie. Did you want to join us?” Judy looks much better now than when I saw her this morning.

  “Sure.” I look over to Scott and he is watching his parents. He doesn’t look happy. But then he sighs and turns to the big screen on the wall. I don’t recognize the mo
vie that has started, it looks like an old western. Oh, I do recognize John Wayne though. Or is that Clint Eastwood? I really should be able to tell the two apart. Oh well, I’ll probably fall asleep, I was up way too early this morning. I end up dozing off only to wake up when Scott is carrying me to the bed. I don’t wake up again till the next morning.

  The next day isn’t quite as eventful. We have a nice breakfast, all of us together. Judy seems much more pleasant this morning and way saner. Jack is sitting at the table like it’s every other day. I’m really having a problem figuring out this whole dynamic they have going on. Scott keeps looking over at me, smiling, winking, and running his hand up my leg under the table. He is in a much better mood today. What the hell did everyone eat last night? Or maybe it’s something in the water. Scott and his dad head off to look at something in the office. His dad was super excited to show him his new project he has been working on. Scott was not so excited. I could tell by the dramatic eye roll. I stifled my laugh as they left the room leaving me alone with crazy Judy again. She is starting to clean up, so I do the only logical thing.

  “Can I help you clean up?” she smiles over.

  “No thank you, I have it. You just sit and enjoy your coffee. You’re on vacation. Just enjoy yourself.” She starts washing dishes. “I have to say, you have much better manners than that Sara girl that Scott was seeing before you. You are so much prettier too.” I literally choke on my coffee. Sara? As in crazy Sara?

  “What did you say?” she doesn’t even miss a beat.

  “Sara, the little girl he was dating before you. I did not like her at all. She was a little rude. Between you and me, I think the only reason he was with her was that he enjoyed just having someone around. She was easy, you know. She cooked his dinner and cleaned the house. That little boy of hers was a sweet little thing. I think Scott liked the thought of having a family, but at the end of the day he never loved her. It was all too soon moving them in, so I was happy when he told me he met you and moved them out.”