by S. N. Garza
Uh. I didn’t know about that. I never slept with a guy before. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
Seeing my hesitation, he signed deep. “If you really can’t stick it out, I will bring you back here. No pressure.”
I was giving in. I totally was getting sucked into his soulful gaze and all I saw was gentleness, honor, and truth. Trust. I did trust him to do as I asked if I wasn’t comfortable.
“Okay.”
He smiled brightly, without triumph as I thought he might. “Thank you Adelaide. I won’t let you regret it okay?”
“Alright. I better go.”
This time he kissed me with sweet gentlemanly chasteness, then kissed my nose. “I’ll text you when I get home. No harm in texting is there?”
“No, and that sounds great.”
“Bye, babe.”
“Bye.” I waved to him as he sauntered leisurely back towards parking. I loved looking at him too. He was so hot and sexy. And yes I totally stared at that bubbly, muscly ass of his. He pushed the door open, but stopped.
“Stop staring at my ass woman.” He called back loudly.
Oh. My. God. There were bystanders who paused and looked at us both like we were crazy. My face flamed with mortification and he laughed heartily before I heard the door shut.
I laughed awkwardly before hurrying to the elevators. Sexy bastard loved to make me blush. I’ll show him. As a writer of romance, I knew how to write explicit sex scenes. I was gonna make him regret making me blush. I figured he had asked Joe to let him off today and he’d work extra tomorrow. I’m gonna make sure he blushes, in front of all those men he works with. I leaned back against the elevator wall as I began to plot my sweet revenge.
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If I was right, Joe’s Garage opened early in the morning around six. I knew Courtland would be there at that time, but most of the others won’t be there until seven. So I waited. Around seven thirty, I called the garage when a gravelly voice filled the other line. “Joe’s Garage, Joe speaking.”
“Hi Joe! It’s Adelaide.”
“Hey girl, I hadn’t heard from you in an age. You need to-
“No. I don’t want him knowing I got a hold of you. He played a mean trick on me yesterday and I was wanting to pay him back. Does he have a heavy load today?”
“For you baby-girl, I’ll give him a light load. Take it easy on him, please.”
“The other guys are working?”
“Yes, of course. Most of them are here.”
“Okay, thanks Joe. Please, please don’t tell him I called.”
Laughing, I could imagine him shaking his head with amusement. “I won’t girlie, but please don’t make him have a heart attack. Or punch someone.”
Laughing, I promised to do my best.
I waited a few minutes, getting my bearings.
Me: My pussy is sopping wet.
It took a few minutes, but his response was what I thought it would be.
Courtland: Say what?
Laughing, I texted back.
Me: My pussy is begging for your cock right now. It’s so wet and slippery I can barely catch my clit to torture a release.
Courtland: Whoa.
Me: I bet your cock would love shunting deep inside my pussy. Fucking me hard and rough.
Courtland: Shit. You are making my dick hard. I’m @ work Addy.
Me: Hmmm. Oh Courtland. I can see that barbell hitting my g-spot and pounding into me.
Courtland: Fuck. The guys are looking at me. I am seriously uncomfortable with this.
Me: Yes Courtland, fuck my tight wet pussy. I need you to make me cum. Your dick is so hard and fucking me deep.
Courtland: Shit. Stop it. I can’t leave work right now. We’re busy.
Me: Fuck me Courtland, fuck me with your big hard cock. You make my pussy soaking wet and ready for you.
Me: Make me come Courtland.
Me: Fill me with your big thick dick. Feels so good when you pound into me and your PA jerks and hits my cervix. Fuck me.
Me: Please fuck me hard.
Me: Fuck me deep.
Courtland: FUCKING HELL!
Me: Are you blushing now?
Courtland: You little sexy witch. Pay back huh?
Laughing at finally getting the drop on him, I couldn’t help, but be happy I got him back.
Me: Total payback. Results?
Courtland: Honestly?
Me: Always.
Courtland: I read it to everybody here.
Holy. Shit. I couldn’t even payback right!
Courtland: Are you blushing Addy?
Me: Bastard.
Courtland: Yes, but I’m your bastard.
Me: So mean.
Courtland: JK. Like I would let the guys read how wet my girl’s pussy is for me. But you did really make my dick hard. You are totally making it up to me tomorrow minx.
Me: My pleasure.
I suddenly couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
Nineteen
Courtland
Thursday was finally here. I wanted to make everything perfect for tonight. My plan was ingenious. Romantic and I knew would make her swoon, and hopefully fall just as hard as I did, in love. The way she teased me while I was at work yesterday and couldn’t do a damn anything about it, made me itching to go to her and spank her little ass.
I loved it. She could rile me up like wildfire. If I tried telling her to speak those words out loud face to face, I knew she’d chicken out. Texting is very different than up front and personal. I knew exactly how she’d react to a frontal assault. When I talked dirty to her, she had a full on body blush and it was fucking beautiful just watching her light up.
Some people might think it’s crazy how fast I’ve fallen for her. The truth being no matter what phase of bitterness I was in, I never stopped loving her. It’s not like I’ve ever told anyone I loved them. I loved JR like a brother, but I didn’t come outright and tell him. He just knew.
I knew I was going to tell her I loved her. Tonight. I talked to Joe last night about letting me skip today. I think he knew I was going to make a grand gesture. He smiled and told me to take care of business. I planned to.
I told him my plans and he said that was a fine thing to do, to show her how much I love her. I knew I wouldn’t get to see her tomorrow, she had the signing and after-party, in which I was gonna try and get her to let me go with her, but if not I knew I’d see her Saturday. Today was going to be the day I declared my love for her. I knew she felt something for me. Ten years didn’t stop a friendship. Although Tuesday when we went to the beach and she accused me of abandoning her, I had no idea how to feel about that. Should I rethink about showing her the letter? I knew I would never willingly abandon her. She meant everything to me. Still does. I didn’t want to borrow trouble and make her want to leave before I got to tell her anything.
Fuck it. I’m not gonna dwell on that shit anymore. Tonight was about showing her how much I cared. How much I love and cherish her. I still want forever with her. I don’t want to waste any more time being without her. I’ll do whatever it takes to show her I won’t ever abandon her.
First thing in the morning, I went to the Disney Store in the Galleria, got one of those Mickey Mouse presentation screens. It was one of those blow up things that you could watch movies outside. I got the movie Frozen to go with it and then flowers.
But not just any flowers. Roses. Her favorite of all flowers. I knew they were a favorite of a lot of women, but I remember the one time she did open up to me, she told me about the rose garden her mother grew. When she was a little girl that was the only thing her mother ever showed her how to take care of. Other than that, her mother never really cared a whit about her. Adelaide tended to that garden as if they were her own babies. Said it was the only place no one bothered her. Not even her father.
∞
One time when I had taken her home from hanging out at the garage, she confessed to me about her love of writing and told me she usually went o
ut there to write. She had asked JR for a low to the ground lawn chair and she could sit behind between the rose bushes and write to her heart’s desire. She had even showed me the notebook she wrote in. I was surprised she wrote in a notebook that had cartoon kitty cats on the front. The one time I teased her by snatching the notebook from her, faking as if I was going to read it, she burst into tears, sobbing, asking for it back. Those tears ripped at my heart. I gave it back to her, and pulled her into my arms telling her I was sorry, that I would never invade her privacy like that. She had whispered ‘I know. Sorry I cried, it’s just really personal stuff.’ We were in the cab of my Chevy and there wasn’t much room but I maneuvered her until she was across my lap. ‘Addy, don’t cry baby. I hate to see tears falling from your beautiful eyes. But just to let you know, I can handle the deep dark personal things. If you ever want to tell me.’ She didn’t respond, but just cuddled up into me. I think right then, I started figuring out that I felt more for her than just simple friendship. She fit to me perfectly and I never wanted to see her cry. My chest tightened and I felt almost uncomfortable in my own skin.
∞
She had loved the fragrance too. I planned to give her a night she’ll never forget. Hopefully, they were still her favorite. I knew she loved them before. The lady at the counter asked me who it was for.
“Anyone special?”
“Yes.”
“Well. Each color represents different things.”
“Uh…”
The older woman chuckled. I didn’t know if she was laughing at me and I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not laughing at you dear. Is it for a girl?”
“Yes.”
“You love her?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Let’s go over the colors and meanings. Red, of course means love, beauty, also courage and respect, sincere love, and passion. Dark red and deep burgundy both mean unconscious beauty. White means purity, innocence, silence, secrecy, reverence, humility. Also an “I am worthy of you” type notion and of course Heavenly. The pink rose symbolizes grace, happiness, admiration, gentleness. Also, dark pink means Appreciation and gratitude. The lighter shade of pink is sympathy, gentleness, joy and sweetness. Yellow shows joy, friendship, delight, a promise of a new beginning, ‘remember me’ and in some cases it could mean jealousy. The yellow with the red tip means friendship and falling in love. Orange means desire, fascination, and enthusiasm. Coral too, Lavender is love at first sight, and enchantment. Blue means the unattainable and impossible. Now, a single rose of any color means having the utmost devotion to someone. Two roses entwined says ‘Marry me’,” she looked at me with question. I kept a straight face, because, yes eventually I will marry her.
“I don’t need that just yet.”
“Okay, well half dozen symbolizes a need to be loved or cherished. Eleven assures the receiver they are truly and deeply loved. And well thirteen means secret admirer, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. Which ones would you like?”
“Red, dark red, white, pink, light pink, yellow, yellow with red tips, definitely oranges and coral, lavender, blue.”
“Oh my, that’s a lot. Single or-
“Do you have two dozen of each and maybe six of the blue?”
“Yes, it’ll take a while to get it together, but I should have them ready in about an hour? Is that alright?”
“That’s perfect, gives me enough time to get home and set up everything.”
“Sounds like you have the perfect date planned.”
“Yes.”
“I hope she knows how lucky she is, not many men put effort into making their girls feel like they are the only thing they see nowadays.”
“She is the only thing I see.”
With that, I walked out and headed home. The florist thankfully was in-town and it let me get home and start airing up the Mickey Mouse movie projector thing and that would take all the time I needed to set the mood for out here. Yesterday after work, I went to SEARS and bought a lounger that sits two people and with a push of the foot, start rocking back and forth slowly. I figured it was perfect to watch the movie in. I set out an ice cooler for wine on one side and I took out my lawn lights and surround the chairs in a semi-circle, so while we’re watching the movie, it’ll create a nice glow around us. I had to get going to go pick her up, but I could just picture leading her back here and we could relax, eat and watch the movie. It’s supposed to be about seventy tonight, so it shouldn’t get too hot out. Everything was set out and ready, so I headed back to the florists.
We loaded up all the flowers in the back cab of the truck and I headed home. I knew how I wanted her to see them. I would go in the house a few minutes before her and wait at the end of the trail, in my bedroom. I’d leave a note in every room. I could picture it in my head, she’d find her way to the bedroom, where we would make love. I’d tell her how much I loved her. I would tell her my secrets so if she wanted to tell me hers, she could. I’d be wide open to her. She had to feel something for me. I just know she did. I only pray that she gives me a chance.
Twenty
Adelaide
Thursday was day one of book signing and I did pretty well in selling a few books and I met a ton of fans. I loved seeing the readers who love every book or want to just talk about the characters. I especially love when reader’s who’ve never heard of me, sat down and told me to sell them my book. I never was great at marketing, but I think I did a good job and when I left for the day, I made new author friends, new reader friends and new fans. It was a wonderful day and I wasn’t going to let anything spoil this day. And I was seeing Courtland tonight.
After teasing him yesterday, I began thinking to myself about my fears and how I never let a guy get too close to me. Well, tonight, I was changing that. I let him go down on me and I would really love to try giving him pleasure back. I knew he was, is and never will be, anything like Geoff. Courtland had been such an intricate part of my life, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure, as he gave me. Although, when he really looked in my eyes, he just knew exactly how I was feeling. He never let it show if my sadness bothered him, but the one thing he made sure never happened, was me crying. He only made me cry once in our friendship and that ended with me in his lap, telling me how sorry he was and he’d never hurt me or allow anyone to put tears in my eyes. He didn’t know that I cried every night I went to bed in that house. Not that he’d ever know, either.
I was learning new things about myself this week though. I wanted to please him in that way. I would put that fear behind me. I would conquer it and make it my bitch. I knew I was overthinking a lot about it. I had been stressing this whole week. Every time Courtland and I had sex, it just seemed like it was becoming more than just that. Even Tuesday when we got back to the hotel and he only got me off, it seemed like it was more. The fact that he didn’t even try to have sex with me, even though we were in a little alcove and could be easily seen if someone walked closely by, he didn’t even hint at me. Like he said, ‘it was all about me’.
Our fight at the beach-sigh. The fight we had about me not being willing to open up to him, made me feel like total shit. I saw the anger and disappointment, but most of all I saw the hurt. I knew he wanted me to open up to him and just let him bare the heavy weight I kept locked inside. I was growing to feel more for him than I should. That I’d ever felt for anyone. My heart would race at the thought of him. Pounding, palpitating, heart beats that fluttered all over.
Chicken.
That’s what I was plain and simple. Chicken. I was afraid he’d think I was defiled and ugly if he knew. If anyone knew. When Geoff promised he’d ruin me if I ever told someone, I really had wanted to rebel and tell Courtland. JR. Uncle Chet. Someone.
Did I really deserve what he did to me? I wasn’t his daughter and my mother got pregnant with me by having premarital sex. He did take pity on us when he married my mother. He did give us a home. It was a strict household, but it did give us a roof over our heads. Mother
had once told me that she told her parents she was pregnant. She said they told her if she thought she would come home with a pregnant belly and no man she should just stay where she was. That summer, she married Geoff and apparently never looked back.
I knew that was bullshit. Now. Gram and Gramps were sad my mother never came home. I still don’t know who my father is. Gram and Gramps didn’t know she was pregnant by another man and Mother never told me. Maybe that was another thing I needed to know before I left here. I needed her to tell me who my birth father was. I mean, would the guy want to know me? God knows, he probably already has a family. Probably a happy family. Did I want to interrupt their lives like that? I really did want to know though. Even if I just saw his face. Yeah. That would be good enough. Yeah, or just accidently bump into him or something. Hopefully he still lived in Georgia.
Anyways. I really think I’m ready to stomp one fear out of the way. I knew what his penis looked like and he wasn’t hairy or gruff down there. No tattoos around it to make me think about that. I also wanted to try out that barbell. I wanted to be able to drive him nuts.
He came to pick me up by seven and it was around eight when we got to the house. All I could see when we were parked was how dark it was except a glow coming from the back yard. Strange.
I got out of the truck and started making my way to the back with the food in my hands. I never went up to his front door. It felt out of place to do since I never did to begin with. At first when he lived in the efficiency unit, I went to the back so no one would accuse me of going to a guy’s house all alone. Then, it just became tradition for me. It was an intimate way of seeing him that no one else did. He had sat in his kitchen a lot and the back door was in it so I’d see him as soon as I opened the door.
