by MK Moore
“Not much. I just finished a course in medical billing and coding and got my first job with Matt. It’s hard work, but more rewarding than I thought it would be. Except Friday’s. I really want nothing more than to go home and take this bra off. It’s irritating the fuck out of me.”
I don’t think she realizes the image she gives me as I have to adjust myself yet again. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud, but it’s no use. Her eyes fly to mine.
“Sorry, Josephine. You are really very beautiful.”
“Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true.”
Rita delivers our food wordlessly. I am actually starving, so I get to work on my eggs, while she continues.
“I was placed in foster when I was four and I finally aged out two years ago. I was in twenty-six houses, but I never had a home.” Her eyes go wide, and she slaps her hand over her mouth. Her face goes red.
My heart breaks for this girl. I just want to protect her from all the evils of the world.
“You don’t need to tell me any more, Josephine.”
“I want to Tommy. You’re the first person I’ve ever had the desire to tell my whole sob story to.”
“You know, your life is what you make it. You don’t have to be defined by the choices of your parents.”
“That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Josephine, I am going to change that.”
I don’t know what is happening to me. I want this girl more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I should probably leave now, I mean she’s younger than Kristy, but I can’t bring myself to care.
She smiles her megawatt smile at me. I am so fucked.
“So, tell me about your daughter.” She says, changing the subject.
“Well, she just got married. Kristy Sinclair, she’s 22 and about to make me a grandfather.”
“No way.” She says laughing.
“So, either you know her, or you are balking at me being a grandfather?”
“I do know her. I have joined the girl’s night out thing they got going on. I have no opinion on your impending grandfather-hood.” She giggles at me.
“Ah, I understand then if you think this is a bit weird. We can finish up our dinner and go our sep-”
“No. I don’t want that.” She interrupts me. I laugh.
“Ok.” I put my hand on top of hers that is resting near her root beer. The jolt of lust I feel just from that innocent contact is amazing.
When Rita drops off the check, I swipe it up.
“So, I know this is sudden, but do you want to come back to my place and watch a movie or just talk.”
“Do you have a Nintendo Switch?”
“I am going to say no because I have no idea what that is.”
“Well, I guess I can still come over, but I want to watch Bones on Hulu or no deal, and I get to take my bra off.”
“I’m not going to complain about that, now am I?” I say chuckling.
After paying the check, we head outside.
“Did you drive to work?” I ask.
“No, I walked.” She says.
“Perfect. My car is parked in front of Matt’s office.” It is a candy apple red 1969 Chevy Nova SS 396 that is now in mint condition because I restored it. We walk over to my car, and I open the passenger door for her. When she slides in, I walk around to the driver’s seat and climb in.
“Oh my God. This is your everyday car?” She rubs her purple-tipped fingers over the wood-grain dash.
“Well, it’s one of them. I also have Toyota Camry.”
“Oh, I have a Honda Civic, but I rarely drive, since I moved here. What’s under the hood?” She asks me and quirks an eyebrow.
“375 horsepower engine.”
“No shit! Did you restore it yourself?”
“Most of it. The bodywork anyway. Took about four years.
“What are you waiting for? Fire her up.”
When I do, she clenches her thighs together and giggles. “
I stifle a groan. She squirms in her seat. Pulling out of the space, I make the quick drive to Tremont Hills. I live in a modest ranch-style home.
“We’re here,” I say as I pull into the driveway.
“When are you gonna let me drive your car?”
“Josephine, you can drive whatever you want,” I say as I get out and jog around to open her door. Today was not a good to go commando. My cock is so hard, it could punch through my zipper.
“No fucking way! Are you sure though, it is a really expensive car?
“I am sure. I have fantastic insurance.” I say with a smile.
Grabbing her hand, we head in the house.
Chapter Four
Josephine
I don’t think I have ever let a man hold my hand before, let alone gone home with a man. When we walk into the beautiful two-story house I bite my lip as I look at the decor it's elegant yet simple.
It's just like how I pictured a house I own would look like. When he shut the door, I bend down and start taking off my heels. I'm in the middle of taking off my second one when I hear a sharp intake of breath, and I tilt my head to the side. I see Tommy staring at my ass as he bites his bottom lip.
Usually, I think it's creepy when guys check me out, but for some reason when he looks at me I feel beautiful and seductive. With my shoes off I stand up and look at him only to realize how much taller he is than me.
Holy fuck he has to be at least six feet six. My head only comes up to his chest.
“So, when can I take my bra off?” Oh my God! That was not what I wanted to say. My God damn mouth doesn't have a filter. I can feel my face turn pink as I watch his hooded eyes rake over my body.
“Jesus, Precious. I'm trying to be a gentleman here, but that mouth of yours is going to be the death of me.” He walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. “Just a taste.”
He growls more to himself then me as he slams his lips on mine. Moaning, I sink into his embrace and dig my nails into his back as he sweeps his tongue along my bottom lip before plunging it into my mouth.
Oh my God! I can feel every hard ridge of his body against mine even through our clothes. Right as I'm about to rip his shirt open he pulls away from our kiss. Breathing heavily, I drop my head on his chest. “Wow,” I say sucking in a breath
“Yeah, Wow.” He says as he tightens his arms around me.
“What are we doing Tommy? This is all happening so fast. Why do I feel like I've known you my whole life?”
“I don’t know what this is Josephine but I am sure looking forward to finding out. Do you still wanna stay?”
“Yes, but I really do need to get out of these clothes. Can I wear one of your shirts?”
“I think I’m going to like seeing you in my clothes.” He says in a gravelly voice. Giggling, I step back and look up at him.
“Let’s go get you that shirt.” He grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs and down a hall. He opens the last door on the left, and it opens into a huge master suite with a master bath.
He lets go of my hand and walks into the closet returning a few seconds later with a big black shirt.
“Okay, you can go in there and change I got you a pair of shorts that you can wear too. They most likely will be big though.”
He hands me the clothes and points to the adjoining bathroom. Stepping up on my tippy toes, I kiss his jaw lightly.
“Thanks, Tommy. I’ll be right out.”
I quickly make my way to the bathroom and don't even bother shutting the door all the way before I start stripping out of my clothes. I rip off my bra, sighing in relief, as my boobies are freed from their prison.
He has a wicker basket holding a stack of folded washcloths. Grabbing one, I get it wet and wipe my makeup off, then strip out of my skirt leaving my ruined panties on.
I grab my new shirt which I've d
ecided that he is not getting back and put it over my head. I don't even bother with putting on the shorts. His shirt comes down to my thighs.
Giving myself a once-over, I determine that I look okay and walk to the door, but once I reach the door, I have to take a deep breath. My nerves are starting to get the better of me.
“It's okay Josephine, you got this. It's okay, it's just a movie date. It's just a movie date.” Ha! Now I'm not only talking to myself in my head, I'm talking to myself out loud. Fuck! I drop my head on the door causing it to thud.
“You okay, Josephine?”
“Uh… yeah, I tried to open the door with it locked.”
Oh my God! That's even worse than me talking to myself. I quickly open the door and walk out only to have my steps falter. Sweet Baby Jesus he is standing there in a pair of pajama pants and nothing else.
“Holy fuck.” He groans out. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on.”
I feel myself flush as I look down and see the hard outline of his cock through his pants. Biting my lip, I look up, and his eyes are glued to my thighs.
“Tommy?”
“Hmm…”
“Tommy.” He runs his eyes up my body slowly like he is eye-fucking me and when he is looking at me, all I see is need and lust that must be a reflection of my own. His body is built like a Greek God. I walk up to him and lightly run my fingers over his six pack and up his chest. My hands have a mind of their own as I start to run them through his chest hair. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm.
“Come on Josephine, let’s go watch Bones. If we don’t leave my room right now, I’m going to take you, and that’s not why I brought you here. I just couldn’t stand the thought of us being apart.”
He is going to make me fall in love with him and in this moment, with me looking into his eyes, I can’t bring myself to care.
“I don’t want to be apart either.” Leaning down he kisses me softly before he laces our fingers together and leads us back downstairs into the living room. “Oh my God, look at this TV it’s fucking huge!” I say as I run over to the couch and plop down. “Do you have any snacks?” I ask as I make myself at home turning on the TV with the remotes I find on the coffee table. He raises a brow and folds his arms.
“Are you going to start the show without me if I go get us some?”
“Yep,” I tell him with a huge smile as I push play.
Laughing, he walks into the kitchen and comes back a few minutes later with a tray full of popcorn, gummy bears, drinks, and something that looks like a sweet from Tiff's Treats.
He puts the tray on the coffee table then sits down close to me, putting my legs on his thighs. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, he covers my legs up and then starts rubbing the soles of my feet.
This is heaven, I think to myself, as I push play on the show.
Chapter Five
Thomas
I don’t have the heart to tell her that I have seen every episode of this show a million times. I don’t like Bones, but I find that I would do anything to make her happy.
She is incredibly beautiful, but it’s more than that. I really can’t explain it, even to myself.
After what seems like a million episodes, but was probably only three, I notice out of the corner of my eye, that she is staring at me. I have been steadily rubbing her feet.
Anything to keep touching her. I’ve never been a foot man, I haven’t been into much of anything, but her fucking feet are the cutest. Her little toes are painted the same shade of purple as her fingernails. I am fucked.
“Do you need something?" I ask, turning my head to smirk at her.
“No, no, I am just staring. You have a beautiful face.” She says, flushing.
I quirk an eyebrow. I feel like I will be doing that for the rest of my life with her. Wow. Where did that come from? A quick glance at my watch tells me I’ve only known her for five hours and I am already thinking about the future. Beyond fucked.
“Beautiful?” God, even her blush is sexy as fuck. She playfully kicks at my stomach. I woosh out a breath like she hurt me.
“I meant like rugged and handsome.” She says shrugging.
“Thanks. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She grabs the remote from the coffee table and pauses the tv.
“Yeah, sure. So, what do you do?” She says changing the subject. I will have to swing back around to that later.
“I own the insurance agency in town. It’s pretty nice gig. I get to make my own hours. Which is honestly the best part. Do you like working at Matt’s office?”
“I love it. He is so much nicer than my last boss.” That peaks my interest.
“Where did you work before?” I ask. I have a feeling it was nowhere good.
“A shitty little diner in the Pointed Creek area of Dallas.” I give an involuntary shudder thinking of Pointed Creek. That place is absolutely disgusting. It breaks my heart that she had to go there on a daily basis.
“Jesus. I am so glad you live here now. How did your boss treat you?”
“Well, he thought he was some kind of pimp. There were barely dressed girls going in and out of his office at all hours. He kept harassing me. Real inappropriate stuff. I quit as soon as I started my classes for medical billing.”
“That’s awful Josephine. No one should have to put up with that kind of shit from their boss. You want me to kick his ass?”
“Uh, no Tommy, that won’t be necessary.” She says laughing.
“Besides, that area is known for prostitution. He may have actually been a pimp.” I say laughing.
“I didn’t know that. Why do you know that?” She says, a little growly. Her little fists are clenched, and she is trying to pull her feet out of my lap. I grip her ankles.
“Where are you going, Precious?”
“I definitely don’t have time for someone who frequents prostitutes.” She continues under her breath. “I should have listened to myself earlier. I should have listened to myself earlier.”
Her jealousy makes me harder. If I don’t get this under control, I am going to embarrass myself.
“Precious. Let’s get one thing straight. I only know about West Dallas from the news. I don’t think I’ve ever even been there.” I massage a pressure point on her heel. When she moans, she settles back down.
“Ok, I believe you. Sorry. I didn’t know I could act like that. I am not sure where that came from.”
“Aw Precious, you were jealous. It happens to the best of us.”
“I don’t know what to say to that. So, moving along, do you have any hobbies?”
“I play poker on Tuesday nights, and I love restoring cars. I restored mine and one for Matt.”
“Ohmygod! The Mustang is your work?”
“Yep, it only took about seven months. It was in pretty good condition when he got it.”
“That is so awesome. I’ve always wanted to do that. I really want to restore a 65 GTO. I would paint it purple and make it really amazing on the inside.”
“So, purple is your favorite color?”
“It is. All shades of it. You should see my bed.” She says smiling.
“I’d love to see your bed,” I say with a grin.
“I just meant it looks like purple exploded all over the place.”
The way she talks again reminds me of our age difference. It should bother me, but it doesn’t. I want this girl more than anything I have ever wanted.
“I see,” I say. I have to force myself to keep my hands at her feet. I really want to run my fingers up her smooth leg and find the purple panties she flashed me when she plopped on the couch.
Our lapse in conversation is not awkward as it tends to be when you haven’t known someone very long. She snuggles into the couch, and I press play again.
“This is my favorite episode.” She says, sleepily.
She is asleep and lightly snoring before the credits roll. I gently pick her up and carry her to my bed.
Going back out into the living room, I clean up the food mess, lock up, and turn off all the lights.
Slipping into bed beside her, I pull her sleeping form close to my bare chest. Breathing in deep, the scent of her shampoo fills my nose. She brings out a fierce, protective urge I didn’t know I had. I mean I protected Kristy when she was young, but that was different.
This is primal. Animalistic even. As I struggle to control my baser urges, I tuck her into my side and drift to sleep without the background noise of the tv for the first time in years.
Chapter Six
Josephine
I really, really need to pee. Cracking my eyes open, I see that it's still dark outside and I try to get up only to be pulled back into a hard body.
Oh my God, I bite my lip as Tommy's hand goes up my shirt and holds my tit as he buries his face in my neck before falling back asleep snoring lightly in my ear.
His hard cock is digging into my back, and I am debating whether or not I really want to pee or if I want to stay in his arms. It only takes me a second to realize that I really gotta go, so I grab his arm moving it away from me and scoot out of bed. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I am running to the bathroom.
When I'm all done, I walk back in, stopping next to the bed. Tommy is sitting up in bed, and he’s looking at me with something close to relief.
I'm about to ask him what's wrong when he grabs my arm and pulls me on the bed, rolling us, so I'm under him. I gasp as he settles in between my thighs, his hard cock pushing against my panties.
“Hell Precious, I thought that you left. For a second I thought that I had dreamed you up.” He is breathing heavily and looks like he is about to lose control.
“Hey, I'm not going anywhere Baby,” I reassure him as I wrap my arms around his back running my fingers up and down his spine. He relaxes slightly and drops his forehead to my chest. “Tommy, make love to me. Please, I need you.” His head whips up as he looks at me with lust in his eyes.
“Are you sure Precious?”
“Uh… I don't know if I'm going to be any good at it.” I blurt out