A Tantalizing Tuesday (The Zelda Diaries Book 2)

by Olivia Gaines

  “I sit on the couch, watch TV all day, eat junk food, order pizza, and in between, I pull up some porn, pleasure myself a few times, take a nap, start all over until it’s bed time,” she said with a straight face.

  Scott moved closer, pulling up the tee shirt, patting her crotch.

  “What are you doing, Scott?”

  “Just trying to make sure you aren’t a dude,” he said, looking confused.

  Zelda began to laugh at the nonsensicality of it all. The crazy Southern accent, Margo being super possessive, and Scott checking her for a penis. Words were not coming together for her, so instead, she moved back towards her bedroom. Setting the coffee down on the nightstand and flinging herself across the bed, she only wanted to start her day over.

  Scott sat on the bedside besides her. He leaned back, stretching out, running his hand across his face.

  “That was really intense,” he said, smiling. “Girlfriends usually don’t like me. They are going to Google me, then come back and pressure you to make me permanent in your life or to get me fixed so I look worthy to be with you.”

  “Yeah, so intense it turned you into a bumbling hillbilly,” she said.

  “You can turn me into anything you want, Darling,” he added in his Kentucky drawl.

  “Tempting,” she said rolling to her back. “However, I want to relax today.”

  “And the part about pleasuring yourself, do I get to watch that?’

  “Only if you promise to help a girl get to the ball before she turns into a pumpkin,” she told him.

  “That’s fine, because if you do need some help, just call me Peter, Peter,” he said.

  “Hey now, pumpkin eater,” she said, snuggling close to him.

  Chapter 10

  Zelda’s tantalizing Tuesday began with a rough start but ended as one of the most perfect days of her entire adult existence. For an hour, she and Scott lay in the bed discussing favorite movies, authors and cool quotes. Hunger propelled them to the kitchen where Zelda sliced leftover steak, warming it and making a frittata with spinach, tomatoes, and mushrooms.

  “This tastes amazing,” he told her.

  “Thank you,” she said, half smiling.

  It was 12:30 when they finally made it to the couch. Remote in hand, Zelda cued up her favorite show. To her surprise, Scott didn’t interrupt her with a million questions, but instead, sat quietly watching zombies eat the faces off unsuspecting human meals.

  He stayed quiet as she zoned out on another episode. As that one ended, he went to the kitchen, popped a bag of microwave popcorn, handing it her before leaving her alone as he went to shower.

  Clean and smelling extra sexy, he returned to the couch with his laptop. Zelda, needing first to relieve her screaming bladder, decided she too would shower while she was in the bathroom. She washed her body slowly, thinking, almost grateful that Scott had not tried to interrupt her while she watched her favorite show by pulling out a boner or trying anything with her. He actually watched the shows and didn’t make snarky commentary on how stupid the characters or plot were, but sat quietly taking it all in.

  That turned her on.

  Shit, Scott turns me on.

  Back in a fresh tee shirt and no undies, Zelda was ready to play. Evidently so was Scott. A long cord streamed from the back of his computer to the television as a young couple on the screen sat on the couch, the character’s full breasts straining against the tee shirt as she massaged the massive erection in her partner’s pants.

  “Volume up or volume down?” he asked.

  Zelda bit her bottom lip, eyeing the equally massive erection in Scott’s pants. “Up,” she said to him, moving to join him on the couch.

  “May I watch as you do your norm or would you prefer something more interactive?”

  “Interactive,” she said, gnawing on her bottom lip.

  The trimmed eyebrows went up, bouncing gingerly on his forehead. “Go get your toys,” he told her.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, as long as you don’t plan on using them on me!”

  Zelda giggled as she ran to her bedroom, headed to the back of her closet and pulled down her fun box. In it were all sorts of toys, gadgets, and items designed to give a couple a great afternoon. She’d never been with a man who was comfortable to use the items. Her Scott was more than enough to get her there with a smile, but she could feel the dampness between her thighs at the thought of some the enhancements being used against her girl parts as she rode him to Happy Town.

  Setting the box on the floor, his eyes grew wide at the number of toys she had inside the container. He, of course, picked up the one item which caught his attention. It was big.

  Black.

  Thick with veins on its sides with a hot pink tipped head.

  Scott picked it up with two fingers as if it were a pair of stained undies and flung it across the room. Zelda’s lips were pressed together to hold back her laughter when he spoke, the Kentucky accent coming through loud and clear indicating her man was nervous.

  “That thing is not invited to the party,” he said, drawing out the word party.

  Zelda could contain the laughter.

  He picked up a massaging egg.

  The look of confusion on his face was comical. Then he found the butt plug, the magic fingers, the Ben Wa balls, and the rotating, pearl filled, split headed vibrator.

  “What is wrong with you?” he asked her, pulling another item out of the box. “I mean, I am not judging, Darling, but damn it...what do you even do with this thing?”

  The limp doubled sided, non-vibrating dildo which was at least two feet long, pink and see through, flopped in his hands.

  “I can use one end and the other end...,” she started.

  “The other end can kiss my ass because it is not going in it!” he said throwing it across the room as well.

  Finally, in the bottom of the box, was a standard pink, a vibrator with only three speeds. Scott located a set of nipple clips and attached them to himself yelling, “Oooh, ooh, ouchie, ouchie.”

  “Take those off,” she told him, laughing.

  “No! I’m stimulated by the pain, ouchie,” he said. “Oooh, maybe not.”

  He rolled over on the couch, landing on the remote, which sped up the activated video of the couple who were working on removing the woman’s underwear.

  “We can skip that part,” she said, pulling up the bottom of the tee shirt, revealing the perfectly lined landing strip of hair.

  “Yes, we can,” he said reaching for her, pulling her hard toward the couch. He rested his head on the pillow as her legs hovered around his head. “Down,” he said as she bent her knees allowing her vagina to make contact with his lips. One long lick from his tongue and she moaned.

  Since she liked it, he did it again, burying his face in her sweetness. Zelda ground her hips against his mouth, riding his face with short jerky movements. Leaning forward, she reached inside of his pants, extricating the beautiful, swollen organ, finding a way to get it in her mouth. It was an awkwardly formed 69, looking more like a specially formulated 67, but it worked. It worked so well, he made her stop.

  “These damned nipple clips I can feel all the way in my balls,” he said. “I am so close I can barely hold it together.”

  It was Zelda’s turn to say nothing as she climbed over him, straddling his body, aiming and lowering herself over the rock hard penis. Gyrating her pelvis until she worked all of her man inside of her sugared walls, she grasped the chain of the nipple clips and pulled.

  “Holy shit, that tingled my nut sack!” he yelled, grabbing her hips, thrusting upwards, hard. “Again!”

  She pulled again and Scott nearly lost his mind. Arms, strong and swinging wildly, he located the pink vibrator, turning it on and shoving it between their bodies. The tip touched her clit and she bucked hard against him. Her jaw slack, her body tight, her hands braced on his firm abdomen, she lifted her hips, coming down hard. Scott held the vibrator tight, sliding it back
and forth across her clit as she moaned, wailed, and cried out as she lowered her body, sucking his penis deep inside of her, riding him. Scott pushed the button, taking the vibrator up a notch in speed. Zelda convulsed and pulled on the nipple clips chain, forcing his hips to come up off the couch.

  Zelda was so close, drooling, holding on to his chest hair, calling his name.

  “So good, soooo good,” she panted.

  “Come on, Darling,” he encouraged her, trying to hold on to the vibrator. Zelda yanked the chain and Scott was lost. The vibrator fell on the floor, humming, buzzing across the floor, rolling against the butt plug, making it vibrate as well.

  “Shit,” she cried out as he grabbed her hips, pumping hard, unloading his hot seed into her.

  “I’m...,” she never finished what she was saying as the powerful orgasm shut down her brain, giving over to nothing but her id. The feelings of pleasure washed over her as she pulled off the tee shirt, rubbing her bare breasts against the fur of his chest, her nipples stimulate by the feel. She collapsed on top of him, spent.

  “Zelda, I think I need to lie down,” he said softly. “That was...so amazing.”

  His hands rubbed against her thigh.. as she whispered in his ear that he was already lying down.

  “I don’t know if I am in love, lust, or just cum drunk on you woman, but I need a nap after that,” he said to her.

  The clock read five thirty. The usual time when she normally called Mario on Tuesday at the pizza parlor to order her greasy dinner. Right now, she had a semi-erect nine-inch love muscle stuck inside of her and she was reluctant to move.

  “My titties hurt,” Scott said, trying to get the nipple clips off, rubbing his pecs.

  “Titties huh? You are simply so refreshing,” she told him.

  “Yeah, but my nips are tingling way into my pecs and if I had some titties, they would be hurting,” he told her. “My nipples are going to be sore too.”

  Zelda detached their bodies, kissing him on the cheek as she rolled him over on the couch. He was asleep in seconds. Luckily for her, he’d allowed her to sleep in. She was uncertain what time he’d gotten up or if he had, in fact, slept well the night before or at all since he’d arrived on Sunday night.

  She put his penis back in his pants and covered him with a light weight blanket. While she picked up and put away her toys, she called Mario and ordered dinner. Not wanting to smell like sex when Michael came home, she showered, dressed, and was seated at the kitchen table with a hot pizza and salad.

  Michael came around the corner, walking slowly into the kitchen, looking at his sister as she stared at her plate, not really eating. He wasn’t sure if she was sad, happy or what was her boggle, but he took a seat at the table.

  “Where’s Scott?” he asked.

  Zelda looked up at her brother, feeling some kind of way that he didn’t ask about her first. “I’m doing great, Mike. How are you?”

  “I’m good. Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude,” he said, pausing briefly. “Scott left without saying goodbye? That doesn’t seem like him at all.”

  “He’s still here, Mike, just sleeping in the other room,” he said.

  “Is he okay?”

  “Would you like to go and check on him?”

  “Naw...I was just wondering that’s all,” he said, shrugging.

  “He will be up in a few,” she told her brother. “You like him a lot, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, actually. I brought a few books I wanted him to read so the next time he’s here, we can talk about them,” Michael said to her.

  “You expect him to come back?”

  “Zelda, he’s fallen in love with you. His world is changing every day with every moment he spends with you. I don’t know much about his life, but he’s different. You are showing him a different future and he is embracing it,” he told her.

  “Different is an understatement,” she said, moving the pizza around on her plate. Many questions came into her mind as she thought of Scott, his life, the crazy accent, not knowing so much about domestic everyday things, but in charge of a great deal with employees and the weight of a company on his shoulders. Yet, he didn’t know how to buy groceries, was amazed at the warmth of the fabric in putting on jeans fresh out of the dryer, and doing something as simple as washing dishes.

  “I think I am falling for him too, and I am scared, Mike,” she told her brother.

  “Don’t be. I trust him,” he told her. “I don’t say that often and I sure as hell have never said it about any dude you have ever dated, but him, for some damned reason, I like and I trust.

  Zelda stood, leaning to hug her brother.

  “Cut it out, Zelda,” he said laughing. “You still are going to have to deal with some hard realities.”

  She sat back down. “I know,” she said softly.

  “Yesh, one of those realities is the orthodontist bill for your children!”

  “Shut up!” she said, hitting him.

  They finished dinner with no sign of Scott, who slept through the night on the couch until the early morning and his time to leave.

  Chapter 11

  It was 5:30 and Zelda slept peacefully, her hair across her face, a slight smile on her lips. Much to Scott's chagrin, he’d slept through the night, not waking once, a little feat that was unusual for him. Moreover, he slept on the couch and not in the bed with his lady. He woke up and he wasn’t next to her. That bothered him in so many ways. Our last night and I am asleep on the couch. She was so thoughtful and didn’t wake me either. I should have set my watch, but I guess she knew I needed the rest. Knowing he should have left last night, but he wasn’t ready. Any meetings today would have to either be pushed back or rescheduled because this morning, he needed to have a conversation with Michael.

  Michael was in the kitchen already when Scott arrived, fully dressed in a suit and tie.

  “Morning,” he said to Michael who was pouring him coffee. “Excuse me one minute while I make this call.”

  Michael nodded, noticing the difference in Scott’s body language this morning and the man he’d spent time with over the past two days. The vulnerable Scott was gone. The man who ran a company was standing in his kitchen. He watched him press the numbers on his speed dial. The first call was to his assistant.

  “Carolyn, good morning. I am not leaving Texas until this morning. Please call all of my morning appointments, reschedule them for next week if possible. Put in a call to Linder in Luxembourg confirming our meeting on Thursday evening. However, I want to change it to a virtual consultation. Frederickson has called me three times, please let him know I am dropping Lucy off this morning. Last but not least, confirm the number of attendees for the Friday meeting of my club at the house. Thanks. I will see you later today,” he said and hung up the phone.

  He pressed another button on the phone and Michael could hear a man answer.

  “Good morning. I overslept last night, so I have to make good time today. We have to drop off Lucy, I have canceled my meetings, and I am doing the Germany meeting virtually” he said in the line.

  Scott waited as the voice spoke to him.

  “Yes, I am ready. My bags will be on the front porch. Load them first then text me and I will come out,” he said. “Fifteen...make it 20.”

  He hung up the phone, smiling at Michael. The bucked, crooked teeth foreshadowed whatever thought he was about to spit out.

  “I would like to, if possible, have a conversation with you before I leave, Michael,” Scott told him.

  The transformation between this Scott and the other one had Michael’s hackles up. If he was about to tell him something stupid or if he was going to do something to hurt Zelda, he was going to punch him in his bucked teeth, then his throat, and possibly lower to prevent him from ever having hairy little children.

  “Wow, relax,” Scott told him. “It’s not that serious. Well, yeah it is, but, not that kind of serious.”

  “Speak up. Say what’s on your mind, Scott,” Michael sa
id with his mouth tight.

  Scott’s palms were getting sweaty. I’m nervous. He hated this part. He knew as soon as he opened his mouth the Kentucky accent was going to come out. There was no way around it. Years of practicing, speech therapy, and all could not save him when he was nervous. The words came out of his mouth but the only thing Michael heard was the deep Southern accent.

  “What in the hell?”

  “I know, Michael, but this is my natural speaking voice. When I get nervous, it comes out, but I wanted you to hear it anyway, so you can see all of me. I am saying this,” he started but paused. “Give me a second, I can get back to the other voice after I get these words out.”

  The stunned look on Michael’s face stayed there as Scott went into the speech he’d practiced in the shower this morning.

  “Michael, I would like to respectfully ask you for your sister’s hand in marriage. I don’t know when I am going to pop the question, but I am. I am going to marry that woman. We are going to have little hairy bucked tooth children, but it is my desire to move our relationship forward with your blessing. Do I have your consent?”

  He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, leaving Michael to nod his head.

  “Good, good,” Scott said. However, the Kentucky accent was still there as he stood up, collecting Lucy and bringing her to the table.

  “My sisters know how to make and repair dolls. They also are excellent ventriloquists,” he said to Michael. “As am I.”

  Lucy sat on his lap like an infant waiting to be fed her breakfast. Scott adjusted her paisley dress as he checked her foot.

  “How does your foot feel this morning, Lucy?” he asked the doll.

  A clear, high-pitched child’s voice filled the room. “It feels good, Mr. Scott. Almost new. I can dance, jump, play, and run from my brother,” the doll said. Her large eyes moved about in her head.

  “Lucy Girl, is the eye okay? How does it feel?”

  “Mr. Scott, when I do this, I can see like stars and stuff. I think you should have made this eye blue and left the other one green,” Lucy said in her sweet child voice.