by Tia Siren
“What’s this?” I asked Bailey as I glanced at the mashed potatoes, breaded chicken, and the many vegetables.
“I made us all dinner!” she answered. “I even found some special kind of dog food while I was out today. It’s got little chicken-flavored thingies, so it’ll be almost like we’re all sharing a meal.”
“Sounds amazing,” I said as I clumsily took a seat.
I was awe-struck by all of it. In all my years of dreaming and thinking up moments like the one I’d just walked into, it could not have been any better than what I had right then and there.
She kept looking back at me without turning her body. “What?” She giggled.
“What?” I asked.
“You look like you’re high or something,” she said.
“I’m high on life right now,” I told her. “If I could freeze time and forever capture a moment fully it would be this one right here.”
She put her pot down on the stove and marched right over to me. She sat in my lap, facing me, burying her fine ass as low as it would go.
“What about this moment right now?” she asked.
“I think this can be included in the overall moment, starting right when I walked through the door,” I said.
“Fair enough,” she said, kissing me long and softly on the lips before standing back up and finishing up by the oven.
I finished setting up the kitchen table; even lighting candles, which I never did. I put on some music that we both enjoyed listening to, setting the mood for a calm and collected Monday night.
We chatted for a good portion of our meal as we shoveled it down our gullets. Bailey had outdone herself, and I knew I wanted to get fat on her food.
Once we went back for seconds, and Bo was finishing up his bowl, I knew I wanted to steer us into a good conversation. I didn’t want to bring up how she was going to have to leave soon. I was aware that she surely understood that fact and had probably been thinking about it as much as I had.
“Thank you so much for all of this, Bailey,” I said.
“You’re very welcome,” she said. “How was work?”
“Pretty damn boring, to tell you the truth.”
“I was thinking about tour dates,” she said. “Leah thinks I should play around here. You know, like the south and southeast? I don’t know. I mean, I do want to give it a shot and build a real fan-base. But, I don’t think I’m well known enough to think I should go on tour, you know? I go back and forth on it.”
“I think you’ve been making excellent choices concerning your career so far,” I said while finishing a bite of green beans. “Go with your gut. Without all the details weighing you down. Think of it simply. What seems like the right choice?”
“I honestly don’t know,” she shrugged. “I’ve been having a hard time figuring out what I want lately.”
“Tell me about it.”
We took a few more bites, slowing down slightly on our race to clean our plates.
“How’ve you been feeling lately?” she asked.
My heart sank. I didn’t want to answer the question stupidly or weakly.
“Huh?”
I felt like a total idiot. She beamed.
“How do you feel about things these days?” she continued. “I’ve been thinking about some of the things you were saying before. Some of it was pretty serious.”
“Yeah.” I chuckled in further embarrassment, remembering how I’d implied that I was still in love with her like a dope.
“I’ve been really enjoying our time together,” she said.
“Me too,” I replied. “Being with you these last few days has been such a thrill. Seeing you again—it’s really taken me back to when we were younger. I feel like a dumb boy that doesn’t know how to talk to girls whenever I talk to you.”
She laughed. “I think you’re better than you think you are.”
“I don’t want it to end,” I stated.
“Neither do I.”
We slid our hands closer together on the table until they collided. We held onto each other, caressing each other’s fingers and squeezing tightly.
“I can’t encourage you to play music with me?” she asked with doe eyes.
“You can try, but I can’t open myself up to humiliation like that,” I said. “I already embarrass myself around you a lot as it is. I know I’d make an ass out of myself trying to keep up with you.”
“Hey, you know how to keep up with me,” she said suggestively.
“In many ways, this is true,” I concurred. “I haven’t played music the way I used to in a long, long time. I could probably play one of our older, simpler tunes. But, we don’t even like singing those anymore now that we’re older.”
“Fuck that!” she said, slamming our hands together on the table. “Let’s go play, goddamn it!”
“Let’s not get carried away,” I said while trying to keep her at the table.
“I think we’re past carried away, aren’t we?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
“You don’t think singing together will make it harder when you leave?”
“Of course, I do,” she replied. “But, I still want to do it anyway.”
Although I still refused to play an instrument, she pulled out her guitar and played acoustically as we both sang together. We sang for almost an hour, never giving it our fullest, but going full enough that it felt like the old days again.
When we finished, we were determined to keep the house from going totally silent. I sat with Bo, playing with him and giving him attention while Bailey watched TV.
“I should probably take care of the dishes,” said Bailey during a commercial.
She collected our dishes and the dirty cookware and gathered them by the sink. She washed the dishes, not turning around or moving from her spot.
I kept trying to think of something to talk with her about. I wanted to have a conversation with her, even though I didn’t care what we’d actually say. I just liked hearing her voice.
I stood up and approached her. I reached out to try and touch her, but I was reluctant. My mouth was hanging agape while she worked by the sink.
“Bailey.”
“Yes?” she asked without facing me.
I followed my gut. I stumbled forward and wrapped my arms around her. She paused her dishwashing to pat my hands. Her hands were soaking wet, dripping down onto the floor. I leaned my head on her shoulder.
“Darren,” she moaned.
Daring, I decided to kiss her. I started kissing her on her neck, softly and around the same spot, never deviating far. She liked how I tenderized her neck, never stopping and always willing to use some teeth to lightly nibble.
“You’re too much,” she whispered.
I rubbed her shoulders, massaging her forcefully while my lips and tongue worked delicately on her soft skin.
“I need to do these dishes.” she said, backing her ass up into me.
“Leave them,” I ordered. “There are way more important things to do. I promise.”
She turned around, facing me with those captivating eyes. Her sexy lips were slightly parted, growing further apart the closer I got.
Before we made contact, I turned around, remembering that we weren’t alone.
“Bo,” I called out. “Go to bed.”
Bo obeyed his command, trotting out of the kitchen to go to my bedroom.
I turned back to face Bailey. I picked a line of soapy bubbles off a strand of her hair, flicking it away.
“Lady, I want you,” I said.
She meandered over to the kitchen table, which was now clear of dishes, glasses, and silverware. She climbed onto it, sitting on the edge and inviting me.
“Come get it, sir,” she said as she spread her legs partially open, waiting for me to move them all the way apart.
Chapter 20
Bailey
Darren ripped his shirt off as he slowly moved toward me. Just seeing his impressive body was enough to make me wet for him
> “I’m not going slow,” he warned me.
“Good. Wear me out.”
He grabbed onto my thighs, thrusting my legs completely open. I was soaked for him. I was horny for him the moment he had wrapped his arms around me.
We stripped off the rest of our clothes, leaving us entirely nude in his kitchen. I was still on the table, legs spread and pussy eager for him.
He placed one hand on my side, gripping onto my ass and pinching it. The other hand was used to guide his missile right to me. Once he pierced me, he grabbed onto my hair, tugging lightly and keeping me so turned on.
He started like a jackhammer, chipping away at my walls and nearly making me white out from the intense pleasure. His shaft glided in and out of me, managing to rub me exactly how I wanted. It was so good so fast that I only wanted that feeling to last.
Then, his hand found my breasts. He massaged them, pinched my nipples, and held onto them for many minutes as he drove into me. I could feel myself giving in, but the pleasure was only intensifying more and more. I bit my lip and held on tighter.
He leaned in, thrusting even faster, and we kissed. Whenever our lips parted, moans would escape from our mouths. His hands wandered all the while, while my hands and legs flailed about.
The table was running into the wall, thumping and making loud noises that reverberated all through the house. I feared that the table might dig a hole in the wall. I could barely keep my eyes open, but when I managed to keep them open, they stayed locked with Darren’s.
All he had to do was brush his hand against my clit for me to complete. I grabbed onto his wrist with both hands, rode his dick hard and bounced against him faster than I ever had before. I shouted as loud as I could muster, and gave myself completely to him. I threw my head back, and his bouncing sped up too. I don’t know exactly when, but sometime as I was recovering and coming back to Earth, Darren gave himself to me.Just as soon as we both finished, we started to hear Bo repeatedly barking in the background. We cracked up, trying to sober up.
“Bo!” Darren bellowed. “Bo, buddy! Whoa! Calm down. It’s okay.”
“I wonder what he thinks you’re doing to me.”
“He might think I’m killing you with how you sounded at the end there.” He chuckled. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“What are the chances Bo could move from your bedroom?”
“Very good,” he answered.
He picked me up off the table, carrying me in his arms all the way to his room. Bo was sitting on the bed, staring at us as we entered.
“Go sit down,” he said to Bo.
Bo obediently leaped off of the bed and trotted out toward the living room. Darren tossed me onto the bed.
I’m not sure if it was the sight of his rippled torso and arms or if I was feeling insecure, but I decided to turn off the light. This decision worked well in my favor; I’d forgotten how much I liked not knowing what he was going to do next.
We kissed and touched each other all over, keeping ourselves built up. His fingers would periodically enter my pussy, but only to tease and never to linger. When I was finished with the teasing, I climbed on top of him and rubbed up against his thick dick.
I slid myself up and down his shaft, my walls coating him with my desire, without letting him inside. It felt amazing just to feel him against me. I could feel his smooth surface lightly against my clit as I rode him. I looked down at him, laughing with delight as I could see him getting pushed. He was turning red, gritting his teeth, and ready to plunge into me. But, I was in charge, and I loved seeing him teetering over the edge.
“Put my cock inside you,” he said almost growling.
I giggled, disobeying his request and taking it up a notch. I kept riding his shaft, but I was also holding onto it with my hand, stroking him while I rode him. I felt my lubrication as well as his own. He was gingerly squirting pre-cum into my hand, allowing for a smoother stroking.
“You like that, baby?” I asked him.
“I fucking love it, girl,” he said, ready to burst. “I feel like I could cum at any minute.”
“You better not,” I warned. “You’re not allowed to pop just yet. You have to hold on for me, okay?”
I wasn’t sure if he was going to manage it, but he steadily impressed me. I kept teasing him. I would lick up some of his pre-cum, using my wet hands to rub my clit as I humped him. I was moaning and biting my lip, and both of his hands were on my breasts. I wasn’t sure if I was even going to manage to hold out, but I owed him abstinence as long as he was giving it to me.
Once neither of us could take it any longer, I climbed onto him, practically falling down as I put his throbbing meat inside of me. We both began to laugh, relieved beyond measure. Our faces were only centimeters apart.
I’d only had sex with Darren occasionally for about two months before I moved and didn’t see him for six years. Although it had always been indescribable and the best I’d ever had, nothing compared to how the last few days had been. It felt as though Darren had reawakened me. I wasn’t even fully aware that I had been asleep, but it was clear to me. It was the most visible truth to me at that moment.
I could tell that I was starting to fall in love with him.
After our intense sessions in the bedroom were complete, I returned to the kitchen to try and finish up with the dishes. I also needed private time to think about my epiphany.
Yet, Darren’s thirst hadn’t been thoroughly quenched. He appeared behind me and started kissing my neck again. After all we’d done that night, I expected not to get as turned on as before. But, it was clear that up until that point, I hadn’t realized how much I was missing out on.
We didn’t ask Bo to leave, but we had sex in the kitchen again. That time, he had me picked up and was slamming me against the refrigerator. It was ironically very hot.
I went back to the bedroom afterward, relaxing in bed and thinking about the whole situation and what I wanted to do about it.
Then, while I was imagining scenarios, Darren crawled into bed with me. He sat on my backside and began to massage my naked back and shoulders. It was phenomenal. So phenomenal, that it completely distracted me as I wandered through my train of thought.
I couldn’t tell Darren how I was feeling because I swore not to try to hurt him. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that if I confessed my feelings at that point, he would have become confused and conflicted. I felt I had to bite my tongue.
I also didn’t want to leave him at all. Selfishly, I wanted to kidnap him and keep him at my place where I’d always have him. Realistically, I couldn’t even bring myself to ask him to move for me. I contemplated various compromises, and I knew that Darren was a good audience for ideas.
“So, I have to go back to Memphis,” I said.
“Right.” He sighed.
“And, once I leave, I don’t know if it’ll be for just a bit, or for a lot longer. So, I was thinking, just thinking, that maybe you should come.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I want you to come to Tennessee with me,” I said. “I want you to visit, see what I’ve been up to, meet more of my friends, see the studio I record at. I want to show you where I live! I don’t want to give you up yet. But, I have to go back. Is there any way you’d be able to take some time off and fly back with me?”
He exhaled, making clicking noises with his tongue that implied thought.
“We could leave on Wednesday,” I continued. “I’ll have you back by next Monday or Tuesday.”
“So, you want me to ask my boss for time off starting this week,” he said. “Before he’s had time to make sure my shift is covered?”
“Well, when you put it all like that, it sounds shitty.”
“I wish I could go chill with you in Memphis for a while,” he said. “Hell, maybe if I request time off for next month, I could come visit for eight days instead of six. How about that?”
“I don’t want to be apart from you even for a day,” I
said nervously.
“Then, don’t leave here.”
“I can write music anywhere, but I have business to take care of in Memphis. I have meetings with record labels, tour management teams, other performers. I wish you could see all of that with me. You were always my partner, you know?”
He continued to massage me but didn’t speak. I wanted to turn around and look at him, but my nerves kept a hold on me.
“You don’t have to come,” I said. “I just wanted to offer.”
“I want to come.”
“Then, do it,” I begged. “Take the time off. Say you need it. I’ll pay for your ticket. Please, it would be so great.”
“You wouldn’t be paying for my ticket, Bailey.”
“I most certainly would,” I insisted. “It’s my idea, and last-minute tickets are expensive. That’s not even up for discussion.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to say no,” said Darren.
I deflated, unable to hide my disappointment.
“I understand that you need to go,” he added. “But, you need to understand why I have to say no.”
“I do understand. It’s okay,” I said.
“No, you don’t,” he said. “The idea of watching you leave again now—it’s going to hurt so much worse for me than the first time you left. And, I thought that would be impossible.”
I stopped him from rubbing me. I turned over to look at him. His gorgeous eyes still reflected honesty, and I was going with my gut.
“Okay, then come in a month,” I said. “I can wait that long. It’s just a month, right?”
“It’s not just that,” he said. “I’m afraid if I go and stay with you for any amount of time—a few days or even a few minutes—I won’t want to come back to Rome.”
I raised my eyebrows, teasing him. “What would be wrong with that?”
