by Stacey Pond
Matthew’s hand slipped between them. He unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her long legs to the floor. Black lace greeted his fingers as he swiped them over her wetness. Pulling them to the side, he slipped a finger inside of her. Another soon joined it as he began thrusting his fingers into her wildly. It took all she had not to cry out the way she wanted to at the pleasure. Through his pants, she could feel his stiffened cock pressed up against her. She wanted him so bad she thought she would burst.
Slipping his fingers out of her, he licked the glistening juices from his fingers. He moaned. Chelsea shushed him, but secretly she was turned on by the act. She watched as he sat up, shed his shirt and leaned back over her. His fingers worked so smoothly she was out of her top in seconds. He reached a hand around her back. Her bra fell away before he began to feast on her breasts. Chelsea’s nipples were already hard as he began to lavish them with attention. His warm mouth made her shiver.
The sound of footsteps echoed past the door. She tried to push Mathew off, but he wasn’t having any of it. His hands gripped the black panties before yanking them off of her legs. She melted. His fingers threaded into her hair as he pulled her up onto her knees.
“Undress me,” he growled.
Chelsea shivered at that voice. She worked quickly at his pants, her fingers eager, but clumsy. Finally, she pulled his pants down his hips, the boxers soon following. She wrapped her lips around his cock right away, relishing the taste of him in her mouth. She could see the pleasure engulf him right away. She loved taking him by surprise. Since they weren’t at home, she kept her sucking quiet this time. He threw his head back, eyes closed as she sucked her cheeks in, twisted her head in a little rhythm. Reaching forward, he grabbed her ass hard, giving it a tight squeeze. She let out a moan around his cock. He gasped.
It was almost taboo, fucking in his parents house. Loving the feeling, but having to keep quiet seemed to drive them crazy. Matthew was thrusting his cock into her mouth now, holding on to her ponytail to give him more purchase. She could feel his cock throbbing within her mouth. Chelsea knew it wouldn’t be long if she kept it up. Slowly, she pulled her lips off of his cock. He groaned.
As soon as his cock was free he laid on the mattress, pulling her on top of him. She hovered over him for a minute, making him wait. His eyes were serious though, she knew he wouldn’t have any of her teasing right now. She was right. As his hands gripped her waist, his hips thrust upward and he was filling her up. Chelsea’s fingers curled into his chest, a small, whimpered moan escaped her lips. As she relaxed, she began to raise and lower her hips. Her fingers went to her breasts, rolling over her flesh as she gave him a show.
The look of lust in his eyes was undeniable. He reached up, grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him. Her face rested against his neck, her breath tickling his ear with each little exhale. His hands gripped her ass. Matthew began to thrust into her. His cock rubbed against her spot making her whimper faintly. Her legs began to shake. She could hear his grunting, powerful, but quiet in her ear. Chelsea’s breath caught in her throat as she came, one orgasm after another racking her body. As he felt her pussy clench down on him, Matthew held her close. He gave a low groan as he came inside of her.
They rested like that for a while, Matthew still buried deeply inside of her. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Finally, Chelsea sat up. Matthew gave her a grin. She covered her mouth as she giggled. Her hair brushed her shoulders as she shook her head.
“Why are you always getting me into trouble?”
“You love it. Every minute of it,” he said as he began to imitate her whimpering.
Chelsea slapped his arm playfully. Together they moved towards the bathroom, showering together until the room became too steamy to even breathe in. She wrapped a towel around herself as he got dressed.
“I’m going to catch up with my mom. Meet me downstairs and we’ll go into town for a little bit.”
Chelsea nodded. She returned his brief kiss as he left out of the bedroom. When she was alone, she redressed herself. This time, she was going to be prepared. She settled on a powder blue dress that stopped above her knees. Since it was the weekend she wasn’t going to force herself into heels, so she settled on a pair of matching blue flats. She combed her hair back into a decent ponytail before she made her way downstairs.
Though she’d just received the grand tour, Chelsea quickly found herself lost again. She walked down the halls, before she heard Matthew and his mother, arguing. Some part of her told her to turn around, walk away, this wasn’t any of her business. She tried to reason with herself that they could be fighting over anything, it didn’t necessarily have to be about her. Still, she got that same awful twisting in the pit of her stomach. A feeling she knew meant something was up. She tiptoed closer, her feet making their way quietly across the floor.
As she approached the closed office door, she could hear their muffled voices getting louder and louder. She lightly pressed her ear against the warm wood. She closed her eyes so she could hear them better. After a moment or two, the voices began to make sense.
“I don’t know what you could possibly be thinking, Matthew. I mean really, a colored girl? This family hasn’t seen a drop of another race in generations, why must we start now?”
“Maybe because I love her. Why are you acting this way? You’ve never said stuff like this before.”
Chelsea could imagine Catherine turning up her nose as she replied. “I haven’t needed to. I thought you understood who we were and what we stand for. Whatever happened to that nice girl, Emily I think it was?”
“Oh Emily? You mean, the woman who cheated on me, with my brother and who are currently going out. Great parenting skills, mom.”
“I just don’t see why you need to marry her. You can just see the lack of proper upbringing. At least stick within your class. There’s nothing wrong with being traditional.”
“You mean racist,” Matthew said angrily.
“Oh honey, that’s such an ugly word. I don’t hate them, I just don’t want you marrying one.”
Chelsea felt anger overtake her so fast she didn’t think about what she was doing. She shoved the door open, tears of anger in her eyes. She looked from mother to son, scoffed and turned around. Chelsea wasn’t sure where she was going, but she suddenly had the urge to run.
Chapter 5
Chelsea heard Matthew running after her, but she didn’t stop. She pushed her way through the front door. Sunlight hit her hard, but she didn’t stop. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew she had to get away. Her first instinct had been to give the woman a piece of her mind, but the hurt overtook that quickly. Her lungs began to burn. Chelsea hadn’t ran since high school track. The muscles in her legs were screaming. Finally, she stopped before she gave herself a heart attack. She rested with her hands on her knees as she tried to breathe right again. A hand pressed against her back making her turn around quickly, almost losing her balance in the process.
Matthew stood there looking worried. At the sight of his face she became even more angry. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but Chelsea held up a hand to silence him once more.
“I don’t want to hear it, Matthew. I asked you if they knew my race. I told you this was going to happen.”
“I didn’t think they were like that,” he said quietly.
“Really? Big old plantation house? All the servants? You didn’t have a single clue?”
"They are staff, not servants. Everyone with a house this size has help, Chelsea."
He tried to reach out, grab her hand, but she snatched it away from him. The frown on his face showed how hurt he really was. She watched as he slipped his hands into his pockets.
“I’m sorry, babe.”
“Sorry? Do you have any idea what it feels like to hear that? I was prepared to bend over for that women, just to make you happy. You couldn’t even do what I asked? You know what? I’m done,” she said with a small laugh.
Chelsea walked
around his outstretched hand. As she walked back to the house with him in tow, he tried multiple times to get her to stop, listen to him. She wasn’t having any of it. Mud tracked in on the bottom of her shoes. Normally, she would have taken them off so there wouldn’t be a mess, but the only thought in her mind at that moment was fuck all of them. She ran up the stairs, into her room and slammed the door before locking it. Matthew stood outside knocking, calling her. She ignored him.
It was a testament to how pissed off she was that she packed so quickly. She carried her bags downstairs one by one, refusing his or Jackson’s help. Then she loaded them into the car. Catherine showed up at the door, staring, but she didn’t say a word. As Chelsea slid behind the steering wheel, Matthew reached over taking the keys out of the ignition.
“Give them to me, now.”
“I’m not going to let you drive when you’re this angry. I’ll take you home if you want to go, but I won’t let you go alone.”
Chelsea glared at him. “Matthew…”
The man ignored her. She wanted to slap him, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Was it so hard to understand that she didn’t want to be in that house for one more minute. She held out her hand, but he shook his head defiantly.
“At least wait until Sangi gets back. How’s she going to get home?”
She scoffed. “Now, you care about Sangi? That’s hilarious.”
Still, she knew he was right. Sighing, she leaned her head against the seat, wiping the remnants of tears from her face. He stood there examining her. Gravel crunched near the car as Lyle and Catherine approached them.
“Chelsea, is it alright if we talk?” Lyle asked.
She ignored him. There wasn’t a single thing she had to say to him or Catherine. What could he possibly say to reverse the damage that was already done. No amount of words was going to erase her humiliation.
“Dad, I don’t think this is the best time…” Matthew said.
“I was talking to Chelsea.”
“Yeah? Well, now you’re talking to me. That’s my wife you guys have hurt. Do you really think she gives a fuck what you have to say?”
Matthew’s parents looked at him with wide eyes and open mouths. It wasn’t often that Matthew went against them, but they could see the same seriousness on his face Chelsea could. He meant every word.
“I am your mother, Matthew Jacob Rawlins! How dare you speak to me-”
“Shut up, Cat,” Lyle said pointedly, his eyes narrowed. Matthew was the one to look shocked now. He rarely heard his father speak to his mother that way. Lyle turned to Matthew and Chelsea. “I want to apologize right now for my wife’s insensitive and rude words. How she feels isn’t how I, Andrew and countless other family members feel. I like you, Chelsea. I want to see my son with someone who makes him happy. You do that for him. So please, don’t leave just yet.”
Chelsea looked at him closely, trying to see if she could find a lie hidden in his deep blue eyes. There was none. He really did seem regretful that his wife had hurt her. She turned her face to look at Catherine.
“I won’t stay where I’m not wanted,” she said staring at her.
“That’s understandable,” Lyle responded. “I’m sure Catherine will apologize to you…”
“What’s the point of an apology if she doesn’t mean it? She’s still going to feel the same way about me, isn’t that right?”
Catherine wouldn’t look at her. Chelsea scoffed, shaking her head. Of course not, people like her never changed. Matthew laid a hand on her lap softly. If it had been any other man, Chelsea probably would have walked away from the whole situation. It wasn’t just any man though, it was Matthew. He’d been there for her, taken care of her, loved her like no one had ever done before. It was harder to walk away from him than she cared to admit. She thought she was being a little unfair. After all, it wasn’t as if he felt that way. In the end, it was all that mattered. She slumped her shoulders forward, stepped out of the car and slammed the door.
“I won’t leave Matthew, because of your ignorance,” she said pointedly at his mother. “If you really think you know who I am because of my race, you’ve got a lot of growing up to do lady.”
Chelsea turned and walked back towards the house. Faintly, she could hear Matthew’s mother trying to start in on him again, but he was in no mood. He ran up to her, put his arm around her waist and walked with her back inside. Despite her front, Chelsea was still very much hurt, but she would be damned if she showed it in front of Catherine.
*****
Sangi and Andrew came back through the front door laughing. When she saw Chelsea, she ran up giving her best friend a hug. Chelsea clung to her for a minute, but she could tell that Sangi was excited. The woman took her hand before leading her to the bedroom she was staying in. When the door was closed, she leaned against it.
“What’s going on?” Chelsea asked.
“I’m in love. I swear Andrew is the sweetest, most thoughtful, smartest man I’ve ever met. We even picked up some stuff for the wedding.” She saw the look on Chelsea’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“I wouldn’t get too in love if I were you. One brown skinned person seems to already be too much for this place.”
“What happened?”
Chelsea explained to her everything that had happened. She tried her hardest to choke back the tears, but they weren’t cooperating. Leaning on Sangi’s shoulder, she sobbed as her friend rubbed her back softly. When she was done, Sangi looked pissed enough for the both of them.
“Fuck her, you don’t need her approval. Matthew loves you, that’s all that matters.” She lifted Chelsea’s head up. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll have the wedding of the century and I’ll be right here to kick her ass if you need me to.”
Chelsea laughed at the thought of her small friend kicking anyone’s ass. Sangi’s general view of life was that peace was bliss. However, knowing her friend felt that protective of her gave her some comfort.
“So, Andrew huh?” Chelsea asked wiping her face off on her arm.
Sangi tried to hide her excitement, but it came bursting out of her. “He’s so sweet! We talked mostly then he held my hand on the way back. It was so romantic,” she said with a sigh.
“You’re so dramatic. Just don’t get too attached, he has a girlfriend you know?”
Sangi’s face fell a little. Chelsea instantly regretted that she had even said anything. As far as she knew it was true, but she hated to see her friend so sad. She laid a hand on Sangi’s softly.
“Why don’t you just ask him if he’s single or not? I don’t know the whole story,” Chelsea said softly.
“What is the story?”
Chelsea told her friend what she’d heard about Andrew. It wasn’t very much, but it still seemed to bother Sangi. She shrugged her shoulders when Chelsea was done.
“I guess I’ll just have to find out.”
Chelsea’s phone began to ring. She leaned over to look at the screen. Mom. She ran her finger over the screen.
“Hi, mom.”
“Hey baby. We’re on our way up there. It’ll be a few hours, but we’ll be seeing you soon.”
Chelsea could hear her father grumbling in the background. He could be kind of cranky, but he had a soft spot for his only child. They bickered for a minute before her mom’s voice came back to the phone.
“Sorry, honey. You know your daddy hates these cell phones. Okay, we’ll see you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye mama.”
Chelsea bit her lip as she ended the call. Matthew had met her mom, briefly, but he’d never met her dad. She wondered vaguely how the two were going to get along. Knowing her father’s seriousness matched against Matthew’s care free attitude could create problems. Still, Matthew wasn’t in too great of a mood after dealing with his mother so maybe her dad would be okay.
“They’ll be here soon?”
Chelsea nodded. “They should pull up in time for dinner.”
“What are
you going to do about Matthew’s mom?”
Chelsea shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I can prove her wrong.”
Sangi and Chelsea spent the rest of the afternoon locked away in the bedroom. Chelsea knew somewhere below them Matthew was there trying to get through to his mother. She didn’t really see the point. As far as she was concerned, people didn’t change. She was still angry with Matthew as well. Lying was the quickest way to get on her bad side.
As the sun went down, there was a loud knock on the door. Matthew peeked his head in as if to test the atmosphere of the room. If she wasn’t so angry, Chelsea would have laughed. He looked like he was planning a retreat at the earliest sign of trouble.
“Your parents just pulled up.”
Chelsea brightened up at the prospect of seeing her parents. She brushed past Matthew, flying down the stairs until she saw them in the entrance. Her mother smiled up at her right away, dropped her bags and pulled her into a vice grip hug. She turned to her dad hugging him tightly. It felt good to be in his arms, like she was a little girl again. He kissed the top of her head. She never wanted to let go.
“Hey baby. We almost got lost trying to find this big ole’ house,” her mother touched her cheek. “Don’t you look beautiful. Where’s that fiance of yours?”
Matthew walked down the stairs, hand in his pocket, smile in place. Chelsea’s mother gave him a hug before he extended his hand to her father. For a brief moment, Chelsea thought her father was going to just ignore his outstretched hand. However, he soon sat the bags on the floor before gripping Matthew’s hand. The only indication he’d done it hard was the almost imperceptible wince that flashed across Matthew’s face.
“Okay, daddy! That’s enough,” Chelsea said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ayers.”
“That’s Colonel Ayers. I hope you’ve been treating my Chelsea right.”
