Lasting Fate

by Charisse Spiers

  We went through all the wedding festivities after I gave Kinzleigh a lap dance that I had actually been planning for a while. I figured it would throw her off, but the look on her face was priceless. Karsyn calling her out to dance to hip-hop music was all part of the plan. It was a damn great one too, because dirty dancing with her was better than I thought it would be.

  Cake, photos, dancing, champagne, and finally sliding that garter from her thigh after she threw the bouquet, we're now here riding in this car to the airport. The cans dragging on the pavement behind us are proof.

  "You're stubborn, Abercrombie."

  "That may be, beautiful, but all in good reason, and it sounds like the pot calling the kettle black. Don't you think?"

  "Point taken."

  I pull in the nearest gas station with a carwash to get the shaving cream off of her car before we leave it parked at the airport. I stop at the pump and look at her. "You want to go inside and get us a drink and a carwash code while I cut the cans off the back?"

  "Sure, what do you want?"

  "Water is fine. We should try to sleep on the plane. It's late and it's a long flight."

  "Okay. I'll be right back."

  We both exit the car at the same time and I watch her backside as she walks in. She's wearing skintight jeans with frilly rhinestones on the back pockets, a low cut, long sleeved shirt, and her boots. Those jeans do wonders for her ass. I asked where she got them and she told me they were called Miss Me jeans. I have no idea why, because I will not miss them when I roll them off of her.

  She disappears inside the service station and I reach in my pocket for my pocketknife as I walk to the back of her car. I laugh looking at the disaster of a job my brothers and the rest of our wedding party did on her car. Opening my pocketknife I slide the blade into the condom stuck to the back window, remove it, and toss it in the trash: one down and about ten to go.

  When the car is free of all sexual supplies and I've cut the strings from the back, throwing the cans in the trash, I get back in the vehicle with Kinzleigh. She hands me the slip of paper with the three-digit code.

  Taking it, I start the car and drive to the tunnel, keying the code on the keypad. As I pull in and stop with the buzzer, Kinzleigh grabs my hand and places it into the neckline of her shirt, cupping her breast underneath her bra. I look at her with a grin on my face and then glance down at my hand.

  "Want to have car sex? We have condoms," she says as she fans out a few condom packets in her other hand. "We could pretend we're in high school and just left the prom. You can take advantage of me and send me home after curfew."

  She has a cheesy grin on her face and starts lifting her eyebrows up and down. I have to bite my tongue so hard I can taste blood in an attempt to keep a serious face. I know my eyes are deceiving me, but I can at least try.

  "Baby, if we have car sex I'm not using a condom. It's all or nothing with you. I want to feel the hot and wet goodness coating my cock as you sit on it."

  Her cheeks start to flush. I'm still the pro at role-playing. This will never change. Men are just built to be perverts. You accept it and move on, living happily with your dirty thoughts about every two and a half seconds. It's when you try to fight it that you have problems.

  "Well, now Brey, what if you get me pregnant? Then what on earth will we do? We can't have a baby in high school." She starts rubbing my hand around on her plump, round breast. My dick was already semi hard and now it's growing.

  "It's too late to worry about that. I've already checked that one off the list, sweetheart."

  She lowers her hands to the button of her jeans, undoing them. Her thumbs hook under the waistband and she starts to pull them down along with her panties, baring her bottom half inch by inch. I squeeze her boob. I can't help it. It's sitting under my hand, tempting me. Her nipple hardens underneath it, making me salivate. I want it in my mouth. I look behind us out the rearview mirror. It's almost midnight and the service station is clear except for the attendant inside. We had to exit off the interstate to find a gas station, so it's in a wooded area about halfway to New Orleans.

  Her windows are tinted and the carwash is spraying foam all over the car. She completely removes her pants and boots, standing on her knees in the seat of the car. "Drop 'em, Abercrombie. I'm letting you in."

  My breathing is heavy and I can't move. She has her pussy all but staring at me in the face. She removes my hand from her shirt and places it over her mound, my fingers outside of her wet entrance. Holy shit...

  She picks her leg up, resting her foot on the console beside the gear shifter, opening herself up to me. I just sit here like this is the first time I've been seduced by a woman and have no fucking idea what I'm supposed to do. I'm acting like I don't know how to use my dick, the very organ that's been my best friend since I discovered it.

  She has her hand placed on the outside of mine, controlling it like a puppet master controls a puppet. She presses my fingers inward, slightly dipping them inside of her. I bite my bottom lip between my teeth. "You wanted to feel the hot and wet while I sit on you, so drop 'em."

  I swallow, my mouth now thick. My fingers finally start to work on their own, pressing inside deeper. Damn, I want in. "Unbutton me."

  I thrust upward, giving her better access to the button on my jeans. She wastes no time unbuttoning and unzipping them. I remove my hand to pull my jeans and briefs down to my thighs. I'm hard as a rock. I'm taller so the seat is already slid back enough to give her room.

  "Show me how much you want it, beautiful. It's all yours. Ride me. I want you to get yourself off."

  She climbs over the center and straddles my lap. I place my hands on her thighs as she takes my shaft in her hand and positions it at her entrance. She sits down, allowing me to sink inside of her. I grunt at the feeling of her wrapped around me. It's so wet and I haven't even kissed her.

  The carwash sign is lighting up telling us to drive forward, but I'm not going anywhere. She starts to rock back and forth. The head of my dick is hitting something hard, making it hard not to come. I'm trying to think of something, anything, to hold out until she gets hers.

  She grabs my hands and runs them up her flat stomach, guiding them in the direction of her breasts. She loves them to be touched during sex. The underwire of her bra goes up as my hands reach them, cupping each one.

  Her head leans back and she starts to squeeze my dick. Fuck. I start rubbing her nipples with my thumb. Her back is arched and she's resting her hands on my knees, picking up pace.

  Football, baseball, algebra; don't think of the way it feels. I'm thinking of the way it feels.

  I can feel the tug in my balls. I can't hold out anymore. It feels too good. "Baby, I can't hold it anymore. Are you about to come?"

  "I'm ready. Come with me."

  Thank fuck. At the beginning of her orgasm her face contorts into a beautiful, erotic pose. I can feel the first spurt of my seed releasing inside her and then another. I squeeze her boobs, hard, letting her ride out her orgasm.

  When she's done she starts to get off, but I hold her here. I just need to sit like this for a second. The sensitivity of my head after release won't allow it for long, but until I can't stand it anymore I want to sit here connected together so I can look into her eyes. "Stay."

  She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me on the lips. "I love you, Breyson."

  "I love you too, Kinzleigh. I really do."

  "You should be able to sleep on the plane just fine now. Take me on my honeymoon, husband. I'm ready for our first official vacation together."

  I kiss her one more time. "Anything for you, beautiful."

  Kinzleigh

  We had to take a commercial plane first and then once we arrived we had to take a taxi boat to our final destination. I have no idea what he's planning, but I'm really freaking excited. I'm sitting between Breyson's legs, leaning up against his body, and watching the clear water wash up against the side of the boat. An island comes into view as
we ride through the sunshine.

  I pull my shades up on my head to get a better look at it and I become breathless, instantly knowing what this is. I recognize it from my dreams...

  At the airport we changed due to the significant change in climate. Back home it's still cool at night, but here it's a permanent warm all year round. My dress is a white strapless, fitted at the top and then the skirt part flows, dancing with the breeze. Breyson is wearing a white linen button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his elbows and a pair of khaki shorts.

  The boat pulls up at the hut that was built out from the shoreline to let us off. I look back at Breyson with tears in my eyes. "How did you find this place?"

  "You can find anything on the web, baby." The breeze blows my hair across my face and he brushes it away with the tips of his fingers. "Come on. I want to see where we're staying for the next week."

  We both stand and he gathers our bags. Placing them on the dock, he helps me out of the boat and then follows behind me. It's beautiful here. I'm so emotional. The place that helped me cope when he was gone is now real.

  I run my fingers along the wood railing of the pier, walking towards the entry of the thatch hut, also where the pier branches out into a long one that reaches the shore, depositing into the white sand.

  I turn to Breyson and hold out my hand. He's standing with his hands in his pockets, watching me. "Leave the bags. Come into the water with me. This is something I need to do."

  He starts walking with the one request, never having to ask me questions of why, but simply giving in to my desires. That is one thing I love about him. He doesn't need an explanation for everything. He's simply content with making me happy.

  He grabs my hand and follows me down the pier, remaining silent as we walk hand in hand. At the end of the pier I slip out of my flip flips and leave them lying there, as does Breyson. We always seem to end up at the beach. It's like our spot. The locations may be different, but still, a beach is where we belong.

  My toes sink into the warm, white sand, squishing between my toes. Breyson pulls back on my hand, halting me. I look back. "What's wrong?"

  He places one arm on my waist and the other behind my knees, scooping me into his arms. I place my arms behind his neck. "What's this for?" I smile.

  "I'm going to carry you over the threshold, Mrs. Abercrombie."

  "Don't we need a door for that?"

  "Not when we can make our own. I've learned that the water is a different world from the shore and the shoreline is the portal between the two. That's the only door I need."

  I don't say anything. I just let him carry me into the clear water. He wades through the water until he's thigh deep and sets me down. The water is warm, soaking me to my waist. A soft breeze continues to blow, taking my hair in its grasp. "Dance with me," he says, not really a question, but more of a statement.

  "There's no music."

  "It doesn't matter. We can make our own. There's no one here to judge us. I get you all to myself for a week: no interruptions of friends, school, football, or caring for someone else. This week it's back to where it all began: us. I want to dance with my wife."

  I wrap my arms around his neck, but this time he holds me by the waist, pulling me into him, and we dance. I slide my arms down to rest on his shoulders, a more relaxed position, and lay my head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart beating. "Just for the record, I don't care what anyone else thinks. Your opinion of me is the only one that matters. You're my number one."

  He lays his cheek on the top of my head and continues to sway, barely moving in the water. "That's probably a good thing, because to most people we probably seem crazy."

  I laugh. He's right. We probably are crazy, but that's okay. If we're crazy then being normal is boring. I'll take crazy any day. "What do you want to do while we're here?"

  "Whatever you want to do, beautiful."

  "That's not the answer I was looking for, babe. Everyone knows you never agree to things without reading the tiny disclaimer in small print. What if I told you I'd be your sex slave for a day if you would help me murder someone?"

  "I'd probably do it, help you hide the body, and then say what the hell did we just do, run off to another country, and live happily ever after with you."

  "You're hopeless, Abercrombie."

  "So I've been told. It must be your body. It hypnotizes me. That makes it all your fault."

  I raise my head and look at him. He looks down at me. "What?"

  "Gosh, I love you." I put my hands on his face. "Kiss me you amazing man."

  He presses his lips to mine and kisses me, following through by sliding his tongue against mine. I reach up to unbutton his shirt, starting with the top, and slowly descending until I get the last one. I push each side over his shoulder, sliding the shirt down his arms. He stops kissing me, now watching me as I kiss each pectoral. "What are you doing," he asks.

  "Making my dreams a reality. We're alone. Let's make a memory."

  He reaches behind me to grab ahold of my zipper and slowly slides it down the length of my back. He peels the top of my dress down to my waist, baring my upper half completely. The dress was tight enough I didn't need a bra. "You're beautiful like this. I want you naked all the time. You aren't wearing any clothes this week."

  "You're in luck. I'm on my honeymoon. My husband is really hot, so he has a way of getting what he wants."

  He grins at me. "Will you tell me if I do it different than in the dream?"

  "Yes, but we have all week to get it right, so kiss me." He bends forward and lays his lips on mine, kissing me softer than he has in a really long time. The movement is so slow and intricate it's mesmerizing.

  He places his hands on my thighs and picks me up, skimming me against his body, our skin creating a friction. I wrap my legs around his waist and look down at him. "Make love to me, Breyson. I want to add one more secret to the many that already exist here..."

  Breyson

  A few days later...

  I roll over and kiss her stomach. The weather is warm and we've been laying on a large blanket in the sand for about thirty minutes now. "What are you doing?"

  She looks over at me. She's wearing sunshades and a beach hat. I always thought those hats were for old women, but somehow she makes it sexy. "I'm just reading. Are you getting bored?"

  "I was just wondering. Do you still read that sexy stuff you used to read sometimes?" I prop up on my forearms and start sifting the sand through my fingers.

  She pulls her shades down her nose and looks at me with a grin. "Why do you ask? Do you like that I may or may not read sexy books?"

  I shrug my shoulders. I wonder if I'll sound like a douche if I say yes. I remember some really hot times that resulted from her reading books. Fuck it. Sometimes I feel like I've lost my balls anyway during those times when I turn into a sappy, love-struck bastard. "Maybe."

  She sets her iPad down on her beach bag. "Oh yeah? Why?"

  "A certain closet in public that resulted in our son and a hot, steamy shower after a dirty dream come to mind. I'm now wondering if that little late night rendezvous in the car a few nights ago might or might not have had something to do with what you're reading."

  "Hmmm....so you like my random bursts of wanting to be fucked in strange places?" I love hearing filthy language come out of that clean mouth of hers. It fuels my fire.

  "Yes." There is no reason to lie. I'm a man. It's a title I'm proud of. Men are animals, when it comes to sex anyway. I will wear that badge proudly. "You keep saying dirty things and you're going to be wearing sand in some uncomfortable places."

  She sits up and then stands. "Where are you going?" I roll over on my back and prop myself up again. She takes off her hat and tosses it down on her spot. With me laying and her standing she looks like she is towering over me.

  She is wearing a strapless, black and pink bikini covered in white polka dots. "When I was a kid Mom and Dad used to take us to the beach every weekend for a c
ouple of hours. We used to play flag football and it was really fun. I haven't played in a really long time. I kind of miss it."

  She reaches behind her and then removes her top. My eyes go wide. She throws it down beside her hat and reaches into her bag, pulling out a football. "What do you say, Abercrombie, are you up for a game? This time I don't want to play flag, though. Let's shake it up and play tackle. Can you handle tackling a girl?"

  I think I just came a little. She is tossing the football from hand to hand with a smirk on her face. Damn, I love that woman. I jump up and she takes a step back. "If you're the offense, I think I can handle it."

  She starts walking backwards. "Game on. Just remember, I was raised in a die-hard football family. I play to win."

  She turns and starts prancing off, drawing attention to that beautiful round ass. I remove my shorts and shout. "Why don't we turn it up another notch!"

  She turns around and stops as she looks at me, completely nude. I point at her bikini bottoms. "Drop your panties, Mrs. Abercrombie."

  She swipes her tongue over her upper teeth. "Alright." She throws the ball through the air and I catch it. Beautiful throw. I knew I loved her for a reason. This is going to be fun.

  She hooks her thumbs under the side strings, pushing them down and stepping out of them. She wads them up and throws them at me. I catch them too. She's watching me, so I place them up to my nose. Her mouth opens. Dropping them on the blanket I start to walk forward. "You can throw first," I say and throw her the ball.

  She catches it at the same time I get to where she is standing. I slap her on the ass causing her to squeal. "If you can get me down, baby, you can have anything you want."

  "Anything?"

  "Anything."

  "Challenge accepted."

  I point out the end zones. "Here's the way we're going to do this. I'm going to start at your end zone, the furthest point away from mine. I want you to pass me the ball from mine and I'll run it out. If you can get me down before I reach the goal line you get anything you want and you get the ball, but if I make a touchdown then I get what I want. Deal?"