Sherry: A Please Me Novella

by J. J. Marstead

  Sherry

  ‘A Please Me Novella’

  Copyrighted @ J.J. Marstead

  Edited by: Monograph Editing

  Formatted by: Natasha Banks

  Cover Design by: Dokeshi's Book Services

  Sherry is a work of fiction.

  All characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s imagination. No part of this story can be used for the person(s) personal use. No re-production of this story is allowed.

  Author’s Note

  Stealing an author’s story is wrong. The amount of time an author puts into a story is enormous. Please retain from taking any author’s story. It’s a crime

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  What in the frigging hell am I supposed to wear to supper tonight? Jesus Christ, you would think that with all the shit in my closet, I would find something to put on. Nope, I can’t seem to find anything cute enough to wear. Damn it.

  Jade mentioned that I need to have my ass ready by six and it’s five now. Good thing I took my shower and fixed my hair already because, if not, there would be no hope in getting out of here by six. Jade planned this supper thing and if I’m late she will chew my ass a new one.

  My phone rings while I’m throwing things from hangers onto my bed. Crap. I run around the bed and grab my phone off the night table. My face lights up when I see it’s my mother calling.

  “Hey, Mom, how are you?” I ask excitedly.

  My mother laughs. “I’m great, sweetheart. Your father is outside running after Mason. The poor man is going to end up falling asleep as soon as his butt hits his La-Z-Boy tonight,” she chuckles.

  I laugh along with her. It would be just like my father to play with Mason to the point they both are knocked out from exhaustion.

  “I just hope Dad doesn’t overdo it this time. His back was sore for days the last time they played like that. I don’t want you guys to overdo it. I know how hard it can be with a six-year-old. If it becomes too much for you, please let me know. I can take him now instead of at the end of the school year,” I mention softly.

  “Are you saying we’re too old to take care of our grandson?” my mother scoffs, her voice on edge.

  I sigh, knowing how my mother is. She always takes things the wrong way.

  “No, Mother. I just want to make sure you two are fine with taking care of him. He’s very active and I don’t want you to wear yourselves out,” I say with concern in my voice.

  “Sherry, please stop fretting. You know we would tell you if anything was too much for us. Our grandson is keeping us young.”

  I can’t help but laugh. My mother would say something like that. She loves him so much. Even if they were having a hard time, she wouldn’t want to let him go.

  “Oh, sweetheart. They just came in. Do you want to talk to Mason before I give him a bath? I think it will be an early night for him. He’s yawning already,” she says, her tone playful and light.

  “Yeah, that would be great. It’s been two days since I’ve talked to him. Work has been so crazy lately that I haven’t even had time to rest for more than a few minutes.” I frown as I realize that I really haven’t had the chance to talk to my son in two days. This has to change. I can’t keep working myself into the ground.

  “Hold on a minute. I’ll get him for you.”

  I wait for my son to get on the line. God, I miss him so much. I’m going to be heading down to see him next weekend. My parents live about four hours away. It’s not too bad a drive, but with all the hours I’ve been working I’ve just been too wiped out to travel down there.

  Mason’s sweet voice rings in my ear. “Hi, Mommy.”

  I can’t help the big smile that breaks out on my face. “Hi, baby. Have you been good for grandma and grandpa?”

  I can hear my father in the background. “He’s been an angel like he always is, Sherry.”

  Mason snickers. “I’ve been good, Mommy. Grandpa is taking me fishing tomorrow!” he squeals into the phone.

  I can’t help but grin. My father’s fishing trips are always the best. He used to take me out fishing every Sunday and we had a great time each and every time we went. I miss those days. Everything was less stressful then.

  “Oh yeah? Are you excited to catch a fish?”

  “Yes, Mommy. I can’t wait to go on the boat.” Of course, there’s more squealing. It’s so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear.

  I grab a shirt from the bed and look at it, considering. Well, it might do. I don’t want to overdress myself. Jade said it was a nice place, but not a top dollar type of place.

  “You make sure you have your lifejacket on when you’re in the boat,” I say in my motherly tone.

  “Yes, Mommy. I know it’s not safe without it.”

  I smile because he’s such a smart little boy. “Good. I’m going to be heading down to see you next weekend. I can’t wait to see you and hug you and kiss your puffy, little cheeks.”

  “Mommy, I’m not a little boy anymore. I’m too old for kisses.”

  I gasp. “You’re never too old for kisses.”

  We talk back and forth a little more. I find out that a younger couple has moved next to my parents and they have a daughter around Mason’s age. They’re getting along great. It’s nice to know he has a friend.

  He sounds so happy on the phone. It breaks my heart because I want him with me, but he loves living with my parents right now. I need to save as much as I can so I can buy a place. I have around fifty thousand put away so far. I would say in the next year and a half I’ll have my own house for us. I’m sure Mason will love having his own room and a playroom for all his toys.

  “Well, mommy has to get off the phone now, little man. I’ll be seeing you this weekend coming. I love you so much,” I whisper and I hear his cries of joy, knowing I’ll be there for the whole weekend.

  “I love you too mommy. I miss you,” he replies and hearing his voice so loving, I have to wipe the tear from my eye as I hang up the phone. I sniffle because I’m getting emotional thinking of not being with my son. Soon enough he’ll be with me, living under the same roof. That puts a smile on my face.

  I throw on the shirt I had in my hands earlier and grab a pair of black pants. This will have to do. I only have fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant and I am starving. I haven’t eaten since before I left for work this morning.

  When I get to the restaurant it’s a nightmare to find parking. Jesus Christ, could Jade have picked a busier restaurant?

  April probably won’t be here tonight because her brother came into town. I’m sure she will be hanging out with him.

  I finally find parking a block or so away from the damn restaurant. It’s a good thing I didn’t wear fucking heels. When I open the restaurant door and walk in I see there’s a place to wait to be seated. What the hell, fancy much? Jade couldn’t pick a burger joint or something? I can imagine the cost of one of the plates here. Probably over thirty dollars for sure and then you have to pay for a drink. I think I’ll be sticking with water tonight. I’m not cheap, but hell, I work two jobs and want to make things better for myself. It’s crazy to spend that much on a meal that will leave me hungry again in two hours.

  The guy finally comes over and gives a charming smile that I’m sure all the woman go ga-ga over. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, little man, it ain’t going to happen.

  “Do you have reservations?” he asks with a grin playing on his lips.

  “
Yes, Jade Chase party,” I reply with a smirk. Two can play at this game.

  “If you could follow me,” he says, then turns on his heel and leads the way.

  I watch his ass as he walks in front of me. His pants are tight enough to give me a great view. He must work out. Looks like he has buns of steel. I bite my lip, holding back my groan. God, there’s nothing that I love more than a guy with a nice ass. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers, that’s for sure.

  “Well, here you are,” he says, pulling out my chair.

  I’m frozen in place as I look around the table. Jade, Jared, and David are sitting there smiling at me. Next to them are April and her brother Mike. I can’t believe Jade never mentioned that he would be here. Man, I’m going to strangle her later for this. Jade is smiling wide at me like she’s won the fucking lottery. She’s up to something. Why else would he be here? There’s only one possible reason. She’s really trying to get me to talk to the guy, but I don’t want to end up liking him more than I already do. Especially if he’s going to freak the fuck out when he finds out I have a son. There have been so many guys that I thought were good for me, but once they knew… let’s just say they didn’t stick around long.

  No thanks. I don’t need that kind of rejection.

  “Hi, everyone,” I force out in a fake cheery voice.

  Jade knows me better than that and she raises her eyebrow. I stare at her with murder in my eyes and she chuckles. The bitch knew. She fucking knew how I would react to Mike being here. Damn her.

  The others make a place for me next to Mike at the round, booth style table. He is smiling wide at me and I can’t pay any attention to him. If I do, it’ll give away the fact that I find him so fucking hot that I want to throw all the plates off the table and fuck him right here.

  I manage to get myself seated without looking like an ass.

  The waiter comes by our table asking us if we would like drinks.

  Of course, my mouth speaks faster than it takes for my mind to say no. “Yes, a gin and tonic, please.”

  The waiter smiles. “Of course,” he says, then takes everyone else’s drink orders. A few minutes later he comes back carrying a tray with everyone’s drinks. As soon as mine is placed in front of me I chug a fair amount of it down my throat. The burn is a welcome feeling.

  I can’t believe Jade set me up. My good friend, a girl I would call my best friend, and she went to great lengths to do this. I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t dress up to the level I would have if I had known he was going to be here. She’s going to get an ear full from me later about this, you can count on that.

  Mike tries a few times to talk to me throughout the night, but I can’t do it. I can’t even have a conversation with him. God, I feel like an idiot. If my mother was here she would slap me upside the head for the way I’m blowing him off. I don’t want to get attached. I know he’s a good man but it would end up killing me if he ran for the hills.

  After we finish eating, the bill comes and Mike tries to pay for mine, but I won’t let him. It’s not that I’m against a man paying for a woman’s meal. It’s just that I’ll feel like I owe him something in return and I don’t want that.

  Jade is heading over to Thomas’ for some ‘TLC’, lucky bitch. I have to go home alone and pull out big blue, my faithful dildo that never lets me down. April is coming back home and Mike is heading to his hotel room. A flash of him with another woman pops into my head and I frown. I don’t want to admit to myself that it bothers me, but it does. Out of all the men that I’ve been with or talked to, my roommate’s brother is permanently stuck in my head and won’t go away.

  April mentions that she has to meet one of her teachers about a test. It’s nine PM. What teacher would want to see a student this time of night? If it’s that fucking hot ass doctor she’s been doing her stage with, she’s lucky! Then again, she’s as innocent as they come. She wouldn’t recognize flirting even if it smacked her right in the face.

  I’m lying in bed rubbing my breasts, one hand pinching a nipple while my other holds my trusty dildo. I rub the head up and down my slit a few times before slowly pushing it into my hot pussy. Groaning, I close my eyes and images of Mike pop into my head. Him on top of me, thrusting his cock in and out of me, making my pussy pulse from the sheer size of his cock. I can imagine his grunts as he fills me. My hand works faster and my moans fill the room.

  I know I shouldn’t be thinking of him. It won’t help me in the long run, but fuck if it doesn’t feel twice as good thinking that it’s his cock ramming into me right now.

  “Fuck, yes…Mike.” My voice is lustful and heavy. My nipples are painfully hard and I want to come so badly that I can taste it. I want to taste his cock. I want his come down my throat. I shouldn’t want that, but man, at this moment I want nothing more.

  “Give in to me, Sherry. Come around my cock. I want to feel you tightening around me.”

  My eyes snap open and I scream as I come. What the fuck was that? I actually heard his voice inside my head? Man, I’m totally losing it. I look down and notice there’s a huge wet spot where my juices leaked all over the bed. I guess I need to change my sheets.

  I get out of bed and head to the washroom. After I come out, I get a new bed sheet. I rip the old one off the bed and throw it in the corner for washing. I put the new sheet on the bed, drop down with a heavy sigh, and stare up at the ceiling.

  “I’m so fucked,” I mumble to my empty room.

  Chapter 2

  After last night’s mental fuck up episode of hearing Mike’s voice while pleasuring myself, I’m on a mission to avoid him at all costs. April left early this morning for class. I wonder what the hell is going on with her. She’s meeting up with the doctor she’s doing her internship with a lot. Makes me curious if it has anything to do with her internship or if it has to do with the fact that she likes him or he likes her.

  Jade? Well, Jade is wherever the fuck Jade goes during the day before she has to get her ass to work. I don’t really know exactly, but I’m sure when I leave the apartment at eight for my shift at the diner she’s probably still snoozing away in dreamland.

  Working two jobs isn’t as easy as it seems. It’s fucking hard work. Half of the time I don’t know if I’m coming or going. I guess more going then coming, but that’s besides the point. I guess my ass better get in gear and get ready for work. I have a four-hour shift at the diner and then I’m working tonight at the club.

  Tomorrow I have the night off. I’ve already told Steve. Well, Jared really, but I did also inform Steve because it is his club, after all. I plan to go shopping to get a gift for Mason. I want to bring him down a little something when I see him. I can’t wait to see my little guy. It’s been way to long. I can’t wait to have him in my arms and squeeze on to him for dear life. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep this up. I miss him every day.

  I’m going to be making an appointment with the bank to make sure that I have all the money and what not needed to get the house I’ve been looking at. Hopefully, everything will work out for that, because that would be fucking awesome. Poor April and Jade will be on their own, but I know those two bitches will be over whenever they can. They can’t live without me. They love me. What can I say? I’m a very loveable person. I’m going to miss them too. It’ll be a change for sure, not living with them both, but I’m more than willing to let them move in if they want to. The house I’m looking at has four bedrooms. I know it’s overkill for me and my son, but hey, I love the house and it’s in my price range too, so it’s a score.

  I’ll let the girls know that they are more than welcome to live with us if they like. I’ve gotten used to having them both around. It’s like second nature now. I’m sure they would be up for it. Maybe not so much Jade because she is a little harlot now; two men in her bed, lucky bitch.

  Well, she might be lucky, but for me that would be a disaster in the making. Two men. Jesus! I have trouble with one making it to my bed longer
than a roll in the hay and ‘get the fuck out’ afterwards. I don’t have time for a man in my life for more than a “wham bam thank you, ma’am”. I don’t want to have to pick between a man and my son, because I know down the road I’m sure it will come down to that. Men want attention, but I will tell you right now. My son will always be first, no matter who the guy is.

  I look at my phone and see that I have fifteen minutes to get to work. It’s a good thing it’s not too far from here, because I would be in deep shit if I was late. Last month I was late like five times and my boss Jerry didn’t like that too much. Jerry, personally, is very understanding when it comes to me being late, but the other girls working there? Not so much. He’s mentioned before that it annoys a lot of the other waitresses when I’m late. They must do my tables as well as theirs until I show up. I couldn’t fucking care less. With all the times, I’ve had to do a double shift just before I had to work at the club because one of them couldn’t make it or what not, I got no pity for them over twenty minutes. I’m sorry, but grow a fucking pair! Whiney little girls annoy the fuck out of me and that is exactly what they are at the diner. The club the girls are amazing. We’re all like family there, but at the diner I usually want to rip my hair out by the time work is done.

  I run out of the apartment quickly, lock the door, make my way towards my car, and head to work. Thank God there’s barely any traffic this morning. I wouldn’t want to make those women at work get pissed off, now would I? What the hell am I saying? Of course, I would.

  When I finally get to work there’s two minutes to spare. Hell, I’m good. I walk in and see Jerry talking with Margret and I can’t help but smile because I’m not late. Hey, take that Margret. She’s one of the waitresses that always gives me a hard time. I swear, one of these days I’m going to snap and she’s going to learn not to fucking give me a hard time. She’s bitter and really needs an attitude adjustment.