by Lila Younger
“They must have when they saw the reservation. I was wondering how we got in so quickly,” he said. “They had a cancellation, but now I wonder if some poor schmuck didn’t just lose his reservation.”
“If you have money, people will do anything they can to get a piece of it,” he says drily.
I’m shocked. I don’t see how giving someone a spot in a restaurant could serve any purpose, but then again, I’m definitely out of my depths. I just hope that Macon doesn’t think I’m doing the same thing, because I couldn’t care less about who he’s related to.
He’s frowning now, like the thought deeply troubles him. I wonder if he grew up that way, always having to be wary about the kindness of strangers, never being able to trust whether someone liked him or his money. It sounds like a terrible way of looking at things.
“Should we go?” I ask. “We can always pop down the street to that taco food truck I saw earlier. I thought it smelled pretty fantastic.”
“No, there’s no need. We’re already here, so we might as well enjoy it.”
He picks up his fork, but even he looks stumped as to where we’re supposed to start on the plate. I’m glad that we’re both new to this, that we’re on an even footing. I decide to be brave, and swirl around a bunch of the painted blobs together. Jamie claps approvingly, and I scrape some close enough for her to play with.
“What do you think?” I ask her as she sucks on a finger.
“She doesn’t look upset,” Macon says dubiously.
I lift the spoon to my mouth. There’s bursts of flavor, some kind of vegetable I think, mixed with meat of some kind and a mushroomy earthy flavor. The bits of colored paper provide a pop of berry flavored brightness to the… mouthful? I don’t even know what to call it.
“It’s definitely different,” I say. “But I think my mouth likes it.”
“There’s supposed to be about 15 more courses just like it,” he says. “The menu is completely fixed, so all we have to do is enjoy it.”
And enjoy it we do, although it’s definitely more of a performance or an art installation in my mind than a meal. Jamie has a blast with the food, mushing everything together with her little hands better than either of us. The combinations of food are dazzling, and though strange, I even find myself looking forward to more. The meal unfolds over the span of almost three hours, which comes as a surprise to me when I check my phone. It definitely doesn’t seem that long. When we get to dessert, a giant globe of chocolate ice cream that gets cracked open over a bunch of other yummy caramels, fruit flecks and whipped up banana, I’m sad to see it end.
“Thank you for this,” I tell Macon. “It’s definitely different.”
“Would you come again?”
I think about it and shake my head.
“It’s fun, but I don’t think that’s the meal for me. I’m a pretty simple person, with pretty simple needs. No need to go messing around with a good thing just for the sake of novelty. I know what I like, and that’s good enough for me.”
The look he gives me is full of fire, like he wants to tear my clothes off right here and now.
“I know what you mean,” he growls. “Let’s get out of here.”
Vanessa
It’s dark when we get to Macon’s neighborhood, so I’m hopeful that nobody will see me as I drive up to his house. I gave him a ten minute head start, just to make sure we both won’t be spotted. Luckily, since this is the richest neighborhood, all the houses are set far back from the road, and someone would really have to be looking to see me driving by.
I let myself inside the house. It’s quiet and silent, so I drop down my purse on the sofa and head upstairs. I see Macon quietly closing Jamie’s bedroom door behind him as I reach the landing. I can feel my emotion for him pushing against my chest, raw and almost overwhelming.
“I missed the bedtime huh?” I ask.
“She was so tired Vanessa,” he says apologetically. “I think the day tired her out. She couldn’t even make it through her bedtime book.”
“That’s okay. There’ll be other bedtimes for me.”
He comes over, and we make our way to his bedroom.
“Good. Because as much as I enjoyed today, I don’t want to wait any longer.”
I lie on the bed, pushing myself back towards the pillows. I love being on his huge king size bed. There’s so much room to try out different positions, and when I lie back on the mattress, I feel enveloped in the smell of him. Macon follows me, and I open my legs to him, letting him fit right up against me perfectly.
I wrap my arms around him, and we kiss, deep and slow, taking the time because for once, so late at night, we finally have it. I try to remember everything about this moment, because I know this is going to be one of my favorite days in my life.
Macon nibbles on my lip, and I part them for him, our tongues coming together and apart in a dance. We break apart to throw off his shirt, lift my dress and toss it aside. And then he’s kissing me all over, my breath coming sharp and fast as he travels down my neck, over my breasts. My skin is on fire, my hands memorizing every inch of him by touch as he stokes the fire between my legs. His fingers pull at my panties, and then I’m naked, completely naked, on his bed.
“You know what I think everytime I see you like this?” he asks, his voice a husky growl. “That I’m the luckiest man in the whole damn world.”
I blush, because knowing him, he’s got plenty to compare to. At first I was embarrassed, trying to cover up what I saw were flaws, things I didn’t love about myself. But Macon would never let me. Instead he’d kiss every bit of me, shower me with attention, letting me know that he thought each imperfection perfect. In his eyes, I could see just how beautiful I was.
His lips drop down to my full breasts, my nipples aching to be touched. Every flick makes me moan, every suck sends sparks through my body. And when he takes my whole breast in his mouth, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. It all concentrates in my pussy, my clit swelling up with need. His nips leave marks on me, but I don’t care. I love it. I love that he’s so possessive about me, that he needs to show in some way that I belong to him.
“I love playing with your breasts,” he growls. “They’re so full and perfect. No one else can have them.”
“No one,” I promise with a smile. “All of me is yours, Macon.”
His head dips between my breast, and then he moves down my stomach, licking around my bellybutton, before going further.
When his mouth hits my pussy, I gush a stream that puddles beneath me. Macon laps me with his tongue, circling around my asshole and sending tingles down my spine.
“Don’t worry baby,” he says. “I won’t ask you to take me tonight. We have to work up to that.”
For some reason, with Macon, anal doesn’t seem gross. It seems right for him to take me in every way he can.
His tongue delves between my folds, circles my engorged clit until I’m bucking my hips towards him, begging him with moans and whimpers until there’s nothing but lust pumping through my bloodstream. It’s overwhelmingly good, and I can’t help it, I let go of the sheets, my orgasm carrying me away. My breath stops, and my body is shaking, waves of pleasure surging through me. I’m dumping cream all over him, and he takes it, works his tongue deeper, fingers rubbing my clit even more, until my second orgasm crests over me, even stronger than the last, blotting out everything in my mind.
I last for minutes, up and up and down and up, until I’m almost in pain, it feels so good. This focus on me, on my pleasure, that more than anything gets me off. Somehow he always knows just what to do, and how to do it. Is that what it means to be with an older, more experienced man? If so, I never want anything else but him.
Macon finally lifts his head, moves his body back up against me. He rocks between my legs, cock pulsing as he grinds into me. Even now, after so many times, I still wonder if he’ll fit inside of me. He’s just so huge. Together we work off his jeans, his boxers, and then we’re both naked at l
ast.
Skin to skin, just the way we should be.
At first I think, this is it, time for the main attraction. But he surprises me by lifting me up and turning me around, He moves me however he wants, like a marionette. I love this, how he positions me for his pleasure.
“How’s the view?” I ask.
“Magnificent,” he replies. “I could look at this forever.”
He slips a hand down between my pussy, forks me open with two fingers. He rubs his cock against my puffy slit for a moment, and then he slams his cock all the way inside of me. I scream into the pillow, not wanting to wake the baby.
“Baby, your cunt’s so tight. How are you still so tight?” he moans.
“Wait-“
His hands pull my hips toward him, helping him bottom out inside of me again.
“Macon-“
At first it’s painful, but with each fuck I’m slowly getting used to it more. Pretty soon my hesitation disappears, and I want him faster. I beg him to fuck me faster, and this time he hears me. Our bodies collide, his balls smacking my pussy. Everything’s wet and sticky and the noises of his cock and my pussy coming together echoes in my ears it’s so loud. Forget about the baby, we’re going to wake up the whole neighborhood.
“Fuck,” he groans, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to come in you Vanessa. I’m going to impregnate you with my seed and watch it grow.”
And then Macon’s thumb is circling my clit, rubbing tight little circles on the exposed nub. I want him to keep going, I need him to keep going, and then I’m screaming into the mattress, my orgasm rolling over me once more. Macon holds my hips in place, and there’s nothing for me to do but take it, take all of his seed inside of me, every fertile drop of liquid. My pussy squeezes around his shaft, sucking him deeper inside of me. He gives me everything he has, his breath hot against my neck as he finishes.
He finally rolls to the side, spooning me as his cock pulses inside of me. I know there’s going to be a torrent when he pulls out, but for now, we’re still linked together. I wish I could fall asleep like this. I wish we could be together without fear. But I don’t know how to make that happen.
“Me neither,” Macon says behind me, and I realize that I had accidentally spoken out loud.
“Today was perfect,” I say, looking out the window at the moon.
“Good.”
There’s only the sound of our heaving breaths for a few seconds.
“Vanessa, I’m in love with you,” Macon says, and I’m so surprised I roll over to look at his face.
Our cum slips out of me, the milky fluid spreading over my thighs and the bed.
“Crap I forgot!” I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says.
I look back up at him, biting my lip.
“I love you too,” I tell him. “I’ve loved you for years. All I want is to be with you.”
“So do I. I knew that as soon as I opened the door that I’d never be able to want anyone else.”
*****
When I leave Macon’s house, I shiver, even though I don’t know why. Something’s bothering me, a tingle at the back of my neck that makes me uneasy. I hurry into my car, turn on the engine, but there’s nobody there. Macon’s still at the window of his living room, making sure I’m okay, so I wave, and I drive off.
The strange feeling slowly fades and it’s gone by the time I get home. I walk quietly through the house, and luckily my mom’s so busy in her office that she doesn’t notice a thing. I told her that I was with friends all day, which is kind of maybe true, but I really don’t want to have to full on lie to her about what I did today. I quickly slip away before I have to get into any more detail. And dad, he doesn’t notice at all he’s busy down in the basement with his own stuff.
I completely forget about the feeling by the time morning comes, so I’m caught off guard when my mom asks me where I was last night.
“I told you, I was out with some people,” I say. “Why?”
My mom’s eyes are narrowed, and I feel like I just walked into a trap.
“Sarah saw you at Macon Daniel’s house late at night,” she says. “Saw you walking out the door.”
I literally stop breathing at her words.
“She must have gotten the wrong person,” I say.
“How many blond, eighteen year olds do you know who drives a green car and babysits for the same man? Why are you lying about this?”
“I’m not lying,” I say automatically, which does nothing to help my case because my mom’s always been able to tell somehow.
“There’s something going on between you and that man isn’t there?” my mom says, slowly putting two and two together. “Vanessa, are you sleeping with him?”
This is where I really wish I had picked up some of those smooth talking skills from my mom. Because then maybe I’d be able to say the one thing that would change her mind. But I don’t. My mind is busy in panic mode, screaming ‘CRAPCRAPCRAP’ over and over.
“Did Sarah say that?”
My mom takes this as an affirmation of my guilt, which it is.
“Vanessa, I can’t believe you,” she says. “I let you go out there on a job, and you end up sleeping with the man? Your boss? What were you thinking?”
She holds up a hand.
“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. I can’t believe the nerve of him. That’s disgusting. I would have never expected it out of Macon.”
“Mom! Stop it. I’m a full grown woman. You make it sound like Macon seduced me.”
My mom shakes her head.
“That’s what he did. He took advantage of your naivety and, and, got what he wanted out of you. I should report the man.”
Fear seizes me, not only for Macon, but for Jamie. What would happen if to the little baby if Macon was arrested or something.
“You’re acting completely irrational mom. Macon didn’t take anything from me. I-I gave it willingly. We love each other. It’s not some base, dirty thing like you’re trying to make it out to be. If you call the police, I’m going to deny it all and they’ll have to let it go because I’m eighteen.”
My mom stares at me as if I just started spouting Russian. Then she picks up her phone again.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still agitated. I thought she’d stop, but if anything she’s putting in the numbers even faster.
“I’m getting in touch with the paper, and then everyone else I can think of,” she says, turning away from me. “He may not have technically broken the law, but that doesn’t make what he did right. I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”
This is so shocking to me that I don’t know what to think. I can’t know what to think. I just watch helplessly as she leaves a message with the paper and hangs up.
“Tell me, did you at least use protection?” she asks.
My face burns. We haven’t, not from the very beginning. In fact, his impregnating me is one of the biggest turn ons for both of us.
“So I’ll take that as a no,” she says flatly. “You’re going to be a teen mom.”
She says it like a curse. Tears well up behind my eyes, but I have to hold it together. I can’t just cry in front of her, not like this.
I’m so upset that I don’t think and just leave the house and drive straight over to Macon’s. I’m pushing away tears with the back of my hand, but I manage to make it over to his place. As soon as his door opens, I throw myself into his arms, heedless of anyone who could see.
“What’s going on?” he asks, his forrest green eyes alarmed as he pulls me inside and closes the door.
“My-My mom,” I hiccup. I hate feeling so worked up and helpless, but what could I do? At least having Macon’s strong arms around me, holding me tight, help calm the storm inside of me.
Finally I calm down enough that I’m able to think.
“I’m so sorry,” I say to him. “Is Jamie asleep?”
“She just went down for a nap,” he replies, leading me
to the couch. “Here, let me get you some water and tissues.”
He heads into the kitchen, and I try to make myself somewhat presentable. I’m an ugly crier, all runny nose and puffy eyes. It’s awful. Plus I have a headache. Maybe it’s because of all the liquid I lose when I cry? I gratefully take the water and chug, hoping that maybe that’ll get rid of the pounding in my temples.
“Sorry for being careless,” I whisper once I’ve downed the whole glass. “I probably should go.”
“No you shouldn’t,” Macon says firmly, putting an arm on me and pulling me to him. “Not when you’re like this. If I ever find out that you’re this upset and you don’t come to me…”
“You’ll what?” I ask him with a smile.
He leans down and kisses me, a soft slow kiss meant to comfort.
“Well, you won’t like it. Or maybe you will,” he says, his voice dropping low.
I lean my head against his chest again, so I can hear the strong, steady beat of his heart.
“My mom found out about us,” I murmur really quick, like ripping off a band-aid fast in the hopes it’d hurt less.
“How?” he asks sharply.
“Sarah,” I say simply. “She saw my car yesterday, told my mom I sure was staying late babysitting. I’d told her I was out with friends. She put two and two together. I’m sorry. I’m not a very good liar I guess.”
“Fucking Sarah,” he mutters. “How does she know everything that goes on in this neighborhood?”
“It’s like her job. She’s the information queen. I should have just gone home after the aquarium.”
I’m bogged down in guilt, because I know that as bad as this is for me, it’ll be worse for Macon, because he could lose his job or worse, maybe something would happen to his family’s company. Could they refuse to give it to him to run? I don’t know for sure. People will talk, even though we both know that we wanted to do this.
“Hey,” he says, tilting my chin up so I’m meeting his eyes. “We both wanted to come back. And is your mom going to tell anyone?”
