Passion: A Single Dad Small Town Romance

by Bella Winters

  Neil leaned down and put his mouth around my right nipple. His fingers began to gently tug on the left one. They were instantly hard, and it felt so good. Neil stopped what he was doing.

  “Get on the bed,” he commanded.

  I took the couple of steps over to his bed and laid down. Neil removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He began to undo the buckle on his belt and take his pants off. His arm and shoulder muscles flexed as he worked on taking his pants off. He looked so damn hot I could barely believe he was real. This man truly was a sight to see.

  Neil climbed onto the bed in just his boxers and pulled me into him. Both of us laid on our sides and looking at each other. He pulled me into another long, deep kiss that left me breathless when we pulled apart. He pushed on me a little bit so that I rolled onto my back. Then he sat up and moved, spreading my legs apart and then getting in between them. He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them on the floor among the rest of our clothes. My heartbeat quickened in anticipation as he ran his hands up my legs, slowly.

  He stopped when his hands were on either side of my sex. He took one hand and began rubbing my clit with his fingers. It felt so good. I was no stranger to masturbation, but somehow, it felt different when he touched me like this.

  He bent over and then positioned himself so he was on his stomach in between my legs. He slid his hands under my thighs and brought them around my legs. He moved my lips apart and then put his mouth onto my clit. He started moving his tongue around in circles, and I began panting.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned.

  The way he moved his mouth on me caused me to arch my back. It felt so good, and I began to moan louder. The feeling grew more and more intense.

  He pulled back and sat up. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I nodded my head. I was so turned on, and I was ready to experience him. He got off the bed and pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. He pulled down his boxers, revealing himself. His erection was huge, and I felt myself get more wet just watching him as he slid the condom onto his shaft.

  He crawled back on the bed slowly, a sexy smile on his lips. I spread my legs and arched my back a little, moaning just to watch him enjoy what was about to happen. He gripped my legs roughly and pushed them up, forcing me to open up wider for him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked again and gripped his cock, rubbing the thick, pulsing head over my clit before tapping it a few times. My body ached for deep penetration.

  “Neil, just fuck me already,” I said.

  I felt him slowly begin to enter me, and it felt completely different than I had imagined. He pushed in a little farther. I felt a sharp pain and winced.

  Neil stopped. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. Just keep going.”

  He pushed in deeper. It hurt more, but at the same time, it felt amazing. Like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. He moved himself out and back in slowly, each time going deeper, until he was all the way inside of me. At that point, he began to pick up the pace. Sliding in and out of me. The fullness of his cock tucked inside me as he groaned and fucked me deep and slow.

  We moaned together as he started going faster. The pain receded, and the pleasure increased. He moved my legs onto his shoulders and slid me closer to him, at an angle. He hit home, and my body purred.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned as he fucked me.

  “So good. So fucking good.” He rolled his hips, causing the thick head of his cock to bounce against my g-spot.

  He moved faster, and I felt myself getting close to an orgasm.

  “Don’t stop,” I said.

  He started thrusting harder, his cock, sliding in and out of me. Until suddenly, my body began convulsing as my orgasm took me.

  “Oh Neil!” I called out as he continued to thrust in and out of me faster, until he slowed down and pulled out.

  “I want you on top.” He said and moved to lay down next to me. I turned my body, swinging my left leg over him and slowly lowered myself onto him.

  Now, it was just like the dream I had, only better. I was on top of Neil, fucking him and I had just had my first real orgasm. It had been mind blowing. He was so deep inside of me now. I could feel every single inch of him and it was hot. I began moving my body up and down, sliding my pussy along his cock.

  No sounds escaped me as I continued to move on him. It was all too intense. The feeling of him completely filling me up, stretching me out. I stopped moving up and down and started rocking my hips back and forth, grinding on him.

  “That feels so good.” Neil said.

  “Mmm Hmm.” I moaned. I was focused on the feeling that was building up inside me again.

  “Don’t stop.” Neil said to me. He grabbed my hips with his hands and help me move my hips faster and harder.

  Then suddenly I felt myself reaching a climax even more intense then the first one. I could feel Neil throbbing inside of me and the look on his face was nothing but pure pleasure that made my orgasm feel even better.

  When we both came down from our orgasms, Neil laid on top of me for a moment. Then he looked me in the eyes and kissed me.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “That was amazing.”

  “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

  “Stop worrying,” I said. “It felt better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.”

  “Good.” He kissed me once again and then rolled off of me, removing the condom and tossing it into the small trash can beside his bed.

  We laid there in his bed, and I couldn’t help but feel different. I had just lost my virginity, which officially made me a woman.

  Neil pulled me into him so my head was on his chest, and he kissed my head. “I just took your virginity. Fuck that was hot.”

  “You did. And it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” I snuggled my head into him and felt my eyes growing more and more heavy. I was happy and content in this moment. I felt at peace.

  Chapter 14: Neil

  Waking up with a woman in my arms was something I hadn’t done in a long, long time. It was honestly something I had tried very hard to avoid doing. It didn’t take long, or much experience with the opposite sex, for me to realize that women were a whole different kind of animal when you let them stay the night. It was better if you just ushered them quickly and painlessly out of your residence, so as to avoid the whole mess altogether.

  It was always in the morning that they wanted to talk about what things meant. It was in the mornings that their “cool girl” exterior would fade away, and they would reveal to you that they one hundred percent expected you to explain to them what everything meant and where it was going. It was a good rule and an excellent way to avoid all of that crap to just get rid of them when it was still dark outside, every time, no exceptions. That way, when you woke up, the worst thing you had to do was field calls, and that was no big task for a guy who knew what he was doing.

  “Morning,” Fay said with a sigh.

  “Morning, babe. You all right?”

  “Oh man,” Fay laughed sleepily, her eyes still closed against the early morning sun. “You’re still asking me that, huh?”

  “I guess so,” I answered, trying to sound as light and casual as she did. I suspected I wasn’t doing a very good job. “I guess I am.”

  “Well, I hate to break this to you, Neil, but I’m not as breakable as you might think. And I’m just fine. I’m lovely, actually. Best morning ever. The only thing that would make it better would be not needing to get up and get ready for work.”

  As I watched, Fay opened her eyes and groaned as she forced herself to sit up. My insides screamed at me. I had a rule. I had a hard, fast, never to be broken rule that women didn’t stay the night, and yet, here she was, waking up beside me. That was bad, but the worst part about it was that I didn’t mind it.

  More than not minding it, I was glad to have her there. I liked feeling the way her small amount of weight shifted the matt
ress. I liked watching the way her skin shone softly as the light spilled over her perfect tits. When she looked down at me, a shy grin spreading across her face, I liked that, too. With something a lot like real alarm, I realized that waking up with her next to me was the best I had felt in a long, long time.

  I didn’t want her to go, and without thinking about it, I reached out for her. I pulled her back beside me again and wrapped my arms around her tightly. It was an uncharacteristic move for me, like I was trying to claim her or something. I couldn’t help it. I just didn’t want her to leave.

  “Hey!” She laughed, making a show of fighting me without putting much of an effort into the gesture. “What did I just say?”

  “I wasn’t listening. How do you feel about bacon?”

  “I love bacon, and you know it, but I can’t. I need to get home, Neil. I need to get myself cleaned up and ready.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Oh, but I do. I have a job to go to, Neil. They kind of expect you to go to those.”

  She wriggled out of my arms again as she spoke. I propped myself up on one elbow. She stood, stretched again, and started to get dressed. Even with her hair and makeup all messed up, she looked fucking gorgeous. My stomach did its weird new flip flop thing as I looked at her. Although she didn’t look in my direction, I could see her smiling a little to herself. It was like she could read my thoughts or something, which only made me want her to stay even more.

  “Why do you keep doing it, babe?” I asked.

  “What do you mean? Why do I keep working?”

  “Well, yeah,” I said. “Nobody ever comes into that diner, right?”

  “That’s not completely true. People come in. Sometimes.”

  “But not really. Not a lot.”

  “No, not a whole lot. That’s true.”

  “So then why do you keep doing it? Why don’t you just quit? That way you wouldn’t have to leave.”

  “Neil,” she answered in a chastising voice, one hand on her now fully dressed hip. “Come on. I’m not quitting. I work there because I like it there. That place means something to me, and it’s not just about the number of customers we get. Besides, just because I’m leaving now, doesn’t mean we aren’t seeing each other again, right?”

  “Sure, that’s right.”

  “So, when?” she asked. “When do you think I’ll see you?”

  “I could come up and see you at the diner,” I answered thoughtfully, trying to answer her, and figure out why I was so bummed at the prospect of her leaving at the same time. “Or else you could come over again.”

  “I work late today. I don’t think coming over would be an option.”

  “You could come over tomorrow, then. Or like I said, I’ll come see you.”

  “Good,” she said. “That sounds great, actually. Now kiss me, will you? And stop looking so cranky.”

  I gave her the kiss, but I was pretty sure I failed miserably at the second part. I didn’t get up to walk her to the door, either. I just let her show herself out. I lay in bed for a long, long time after she was gone, letting the shock of how empty the house felt without her in it hit me in stages. I hadn’t ever realized how fucking empty the place was, but now that she’d made me see it, I couldn’t seem to make myself blind to it again.

  There had been a time when I’d thought that I liked that feeling of hollowness around me, but after my night with Fay, I wasn’t so sure I felt that way anymore. It made me feel like I was suffocating, and after a while, it got to be so bad that I decided I had to get the hell out. I took a quick shower, and because there were very few places in Ashville for me to actually go, I drove myself down to the barbershop.

  Eli was working on a customer when I walked in, but he gave me a wide smile. The kind of greeting that made you know you were visiting with a friend.

  “Hey man! How the hell are ya? I was wondering when you were going to come down and see my place.”

  “And here I am,” I said. “It’s a great shop, Eli. Really good setup you’ve got here.”

  “Yeah? Thanks, man. Appreciate it. I’d ask you if you need a haircut, but I can tell by looking at you that you don’t.”

  “Nah, just kind of needed to get out of the house, actually. If that’s all right. If I’m in the way, just tell me, and I’m gone.”

  “Shit no! It’s all gravy, brother! Have a seat, why don’t ya? Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  I sat in the chair Eli indicated to, wondering if it was really that obvious that I was thinking something over. I hadn’t told him I needed to talk about anything, and I was kind of hoping it was just something he said to say. After a couple of seconds of just sitting, I realized he was watching me in the mirror. When I made eye contact, he raised his eyebrows at me, making it clear that he had actually meant what he had said.

  “What’s up?” I asked unconvincingly. Part of me wanted to be left the hell alone while the other part realized this was probably why I had come in the first place.

  “You tell me, brother. You’re the one who’s got a look on your face.”

  “A look? Please. Come on, man. There’s no look. I’m just really fucking tired is all.”

  “Not getting any sleep?”

  “No, it’s not that, actually. I’ve been sleeping like a baby. But Fay came over last night, and we weren’t too mindful of the clock. She had to get up super early, and I have a hard time getting back to sleep once I’m up.”

  “No shit? So she stayed the night and everything?”

  “Sure, no big deal or anything. I gotta say, though, I’m really glad we saw her in that bar.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, definitely. I forgot how great she is, you know? It’s been almost ten years. You would think that whatever it was that made me so obsessed with her when we were younger would have worn off, but it hasn’t.”

  “I’m not surprised,” Eli commented, his face now impassive and trained on the hair he was finishing up. “She’s a good woman.”

  “Yeah, except that she’s more than good, you know? She’s really fucking great. I forgot that, being away. I forgot how amazing she was. And it’s like she only got better while I was gone. With most people, it doesn’t work that way, but it really seems like that’s what happened with her.”

  “You want to know my opinion, brother? And keep in mind, I’m nothing special myself. Just a small-town barber, you know?”

  “I don’t care. Shoot. What do you think?”

  “I think you might be starting to feel like Ashville isn’t the worst place to be, after all. That’s what I think.”

  There was more conversation after that, but I would never remember what it was. Whether he had meant them to or not, Eli’s words had hit me like a ton of bricks. They had scared the shit out of me. Because there was no way I was going to let those words be true.

  Fay was great. There was no bullshitting involved in any of that, but that didn’t mean I was suddenly ready to stick around in Ashville. I had worked too damn hard to get out, only to be sucked back in all these years later. And weren’t there great women everywhere? It might suck to have to leave her again, but was that enough of a reason to stay? Was I really prepared to stay in Ashville for a girl I’d loved in high school?

  “No fucking way,” I whispered to myself fiercely. I was the only one who heard the words, but as far as I was concerned, it could have been the whole world. There was no fucking way I was going to let Fay get deep enough into my heart that I would choose to stay for her, great girl or not.

  Chapter 15: Fay

  “All right, I’ll give,” Courtney said. “What’s with you today?”

  “Hm? What are you talking about?”

  “I said what’s with you today? I know you heard me, lady.”

  “Nothing,” I laughed, my fingers toying lazily with the ends of the apron I had yet to put on while I tried to lie to my best friend and failed miserably. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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p; “Bullshit, you don’t!” she squawked, her voice so loud in the empty diner she made me jump about a foot in the air. “You’ve been acting moony ever since you got to work today. So, either tell me what’s with you, or I’ll march up to that Driscoll place and ask him. You tell me which one you would prefer.”

  “Definitely the first option,” I admitted, my head momentarily filled with a shudder-inducing vision of Courtney stomping all of the way up to Neil’s front door, where she would pound and yell and demand her information. “And it’s really nothing. I was just thinking about Neil’s last night.”

  “And?”

  “And what? That’s what I was thinking about.”

  “And? Thinking about it how?”

  “I was just thinking about how great it was.”

  “Right…?”

  “I don’t know what else you want me to say,” I laughed shyly, knowing full well what she wanted to know and having not a clue how to tell her. “It was really amazing, that’s all.”

  “You did it, didn’t you? You finally fucking did it!”

  “Courtney! Seriously, okay? Not so loud!”

  “Why, because the salt shakers are going to hear me? Am I right or am I wrong? Did you have sex with him last night?”

  I didn’t answer her question, but I didn’t have to. My silence was all of the answer she needed. She let out a low whistle and lit up a cigarette, right there at the counter, despite the fact that the place had been nonsmoking for at least a year. I thought about reminding her of that fact, but something told me it would be best if I didn’t. She had a look in her eyes that I couldn’t understand, especially after all of her years of trying to get me to stop being such a prude.

  “What’s the matter, Courtney? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you weren’t happy for me.”

  “Of course, I am. Don’t be crazy, okay? It’s about time, you know? I just want to make sure he was good to you. You waited a long time for this. I just want to make sure it was a good thing that it happened this way.”