Falling for the Seal

by Mia Ford

  “My receptionist should keep her mouth shut,” I said, eyebrows arching at the thought of Wendy sharing my business with Shane, who for all she knew, was a psycho serial killer.

  “Don’t be mad at her,” he said. “I told her we were old friends.”

  “Did you now.”

  “I did.”

  “Is that what we are, Shane? Old friends.”

  The smile slowly faded from his lips and his eyes went narrow. “Well, I like to think so.”

  I didn’t plan for the next words to come out of my mouth. They just did, like spitting out a mouthful of water when someone tells a joke. And when I spat them out they hung in the air between us like a bad smell.

  “Why did you fuck Juju?”

  Shane blinked at the question. “What?”

  “Juju,” I said, cupping my hands to my breasts. “Big tits, big hair, deep throat.” I let my hands drop into my lap and laced my fingers together. “Why did you fuck her?”

  “I didn’t,” he said, shaking his head and holding up his hands like he was pushing the words back toward me.

  “Bullshit,” I shot back.

  “No, seriously. I never screwed Juju.”

  “I saw you,” I said incredulously, leaning in and cocking my head to the side.

  “You saw her… well, sucking my cock. You did not see me fuck her.”

  I frowned at him. “Are you telling me you never fucked Juju Wheeler?”

  He leaned in to match my posture and lowered his voice. “Never.”

  “She was naked in the back of your mom’s car.”

  “Yes, she was.”

  “You were naked.”

  He hesitated. “Yes.”

  “But you didn’t fuck her.”

  “I did not.”

  It came to me like a nine iron to the forehead. My head slowly bobbed as his words started to chip away at the brick wall that was my brain. “Ah, because you didn’t have the chance because I caught her sucking your cock…”

  He brought the glass up to cover the smirk on his lips. His eyes rolled at me from above the glass. “The reason is irrelevant. Because I did not fuck her.”

  I sat back and folded my arms over my breasts. I cocked one eyebrow at him. “So, basically it’s the Bill Clinton Defense.”

  He frowned as a slight smile bit at the corner of his lips. “The Bill Clinton Defense?”

  I jabbed on knuckle in the air and did a very bad impression of Bill Clinton. “I did not have sex with that woman… Juju Wheeler…”

  “Ah, the Bill Clinton Defense.”

  “A blowjob is sex. Same as fucking.”

  “I beg to disagree,” he said, holding up his own finger now and swiping it back and forth through the air. “A blowjob is sex. Fucking is sex. But a blowjob is not fucking, hence a lesser offense.”

  “A lesser offense?” I asked, nodding thoughtfully.

  “Yes.”

  “And you think it should carry a lesser sentence.”

  He stared into my eyes and said, “Isn’t ten years enough?”

  I started to speak, but my brain had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. Shane was right. I was sitting there beating him up over something that happened —or I thought had happened— more than ten years ago. Was a blowjob as severe an act of betrayal as fucking? Was it a lesser form of cheating and thereby easier to forgive? Should I have reacted the way I did back then, thinking that Shane and Juju’s affair had gone much further than it actually had? Who knows. It was too late to even think about it now.

  I blew out a long breath and picked up my drink. I took a slow sip and forced myself to smile. “Tell me about the SEALs.”

  “Not much to tell,” he said. “I go where they send me and do what I’m ordered to do.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Most of the time.”

  “Do you ever miss home?” I asked

  He fixed his eyes on mine. “Sometimes.”

  “What do you miss most?”

  “You.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. You. I miss you every minute of every day.”

  “I miss you, too.” I got up from the table and held out my hand. “Will you make love to me, Shane, like you used to?”

  Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. It was like taking a walk back in time.

  Chapter 16: Annabel

  Shane led me into his room and closed the door, which was odd because we were the only living souls in the house other than the dog. Maybe he wanted to keep the ghosts of his parents out of the room. Or at least not disturb them with our humanly grunts and moans. He sat on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of him. He switched on the lamp on the nightstand and the room was bathed in the dusty yellow glow of the old bulb. I reached out and brushed my fingertips down his cheek.

  “So, you really missed me?” I asked.

  “More than you’ll ever know,” he said as his fingers moved to my waist. He pulled me to him and pressed his face between my breasts. His hands slid around to my ass. His strong fingers clutched at my ass, pulling me even closer. He looked up and smiled. “Did you miss me?”

  “Yes. More than you’ll ever know.”

  “Show me,” he said, letting go of my ass and leaning back on his elbows. “Take your clothes off. Let me look at the grownup you… sexy…”

  I glanced down at the hard bulge in the front of his jeans. It made me swallow hard. I could feel the hot juices soaking my panties. I was wearing a pink scrub shirt and scrub pants that had little cartoon pups and kittens on them, and a pair of pink Crocs. My hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and what little makeup I’d applied early that morning had long since worn away. Sexy, was not a word I would use to describe my appearance. But if the size of Shane’s cock pushing against the front of his jeans was any indication, it was doing the trick for him.

  I pulled the scrunchee out of my ponytail and let my long hair fall around my shoulders. I tugged the scrub shirt over my head. I was wearing a black sports bra that compressed my tits like a sausage casing. The last time Shane saw my tits they were barely there. I got my boobs a year after he left home. It was like Shane was leaving and I needed something to play with, so my body gave me boobs. The timing sucked, but now I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he got a gander at them today.

  “When did you get boobs?” he asked playfully.

  “After you left,” I said, hooking my fingers in the sports back to pull it out and over my big tits and over my head. My boobs bounced on my chest, like large honey-colored melons with dark areolas and plump nipples. Shane’s expression was priceless. He licked his lips as he watched me cup my boobs in my hands. He sucked in a quick breath when I took my nipples between two fingers and game them a squeeze.

  “You like?” I asked.

  “Very much.” He nodded at the scrub pants. “Show me more.”

  “You’re gonna love this,” I said with a smile as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of the scrub pants and panties and pushed them down over my legs. I stepped out of the Crocs and kicked my clothes and shoes to the side.

  “My, my…” Shane said, the low light bouncing in his eyes as he stared at my shaved pussy. “So, you got boobs and lost your pussy hair while I was away.”

  “Something like that,” I said, sliding my fingers from my tits to my pussy. I used a finger on each side to pull back the hood of my clit. “I just hate it when hair gets in the way. Don’t you?”

  “I do,” Shane said as he watched my fingers dip down into my already sopping wet pussy. I slid a finger in all the way to the knuckle, then held it out to him. “Want a taste?”

  Shane leaned up and wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked it dry. Just watching his lips move up and down my finger was enough to make me cum on the spot. I was rubbing my clit with my free hand. I felt the orgasm hit quickly, shuddering through me, making me moan. I could smell the pungent aroma of the juices oozing from m
y cunt.

  “I want to see your cock,” I said, the breath quivering from my lips. “Show me.”

  “Show yourself,” he said, leaning back on his elbows again. I leaned down to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. It was all I could do not to rub his cock through the jeans. I stepped back and he lifted each leg so I could tug off his boots and socks. Then I grabbed hold of each pants leg and tugged the jeans down his long, thick legs. The only thing holding his big cock in check was a pair of thin boxer shorts. There was a large circle of precum on the shorts where his cock had oozed in anticipation of fucking me. I leaned down and pulled the boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free: long, thick, veiny, hard. The head was red and swollen, like a water balloon about to pop.

  “Hello old friend,” I said, getting to my knees at the edge of the bed. I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the long shaft and gently massaged his balls with the other hand. “It’s so good to see you again.”

  “He is happy to see you, too,” Shane said, tugging off his t-shirt and lying back with his hands behind his head and a smile on his face. “Feel free to give him a little kiss hello.”

  “With pleasure,” I said, lowering my lips to the tip of his cock, teasing the little slit with my tongue. God, it had been so long since I’d felt so alive, so hot, so fucking turned on. Sex with Bradley was always just okay. Sex with Shane was always motherfucking amazing. Shane had set the bar high and Bradley never even got close to it.

  I milked the full length of his shaft while sucking on the head like a lollipop. I could taste his precum, hot, salty, oily on my tongue. I watched his muscular chest rise and fall as I worked my lips and tongue around the head, teasing the little bundle of nerves where the shaft met the slit. Shane moaned, just like the old days.

  “Fuck, Annabel… you are… amazing… my cock… fucking loves… your mouth…”

  “My mouth loves your cock,” I said, leaning up to take him all the way to the back of my throat, something I had not done since trying it with him at the Sonic Drive-In all those years ago. I was proud of the fact that I didn’t gag. I was prouder still that Shane’s moans were becoming deep grunts. He loved what I was doing. No other woman could make him feel this way. I knew he belonged to me. And I belonged to him.

  “Fuck… don’t make me cum…” he said, reaching for me. “Come here… it’s my turn to taste you.”

  Shane took my hands and pulled me onto the bed, positioning me so that I was sitting on his face, my dripping pussy hovering above his hungry mouth and my clit touching his nose. He dug his fingers into my ass and he pulled my pussy down onto his mouth. A thousand bolts of lightning shot through my body, causing every muscle to tense as Shane’s tongue probed deep inside me. I had not been eaten out or fucked in over a year. Even then, it was nothing compared to this. I wanted to shoot myself for missing out on ten years of Shane’s talented tongue.

  “Mmmm…” he hummed into my pussy as his tongue swirled around the labia and probed deep into my hole. I sat up straight and started squeezing my tits. My nipples were like hot red thimbles between my fingers. I tugged on them until it hurt, then rolled them around my palms. When the orgasm hit, I dug my fingers into my melons and squealed at the ceiling. I came in a great gush of juices, squirting, covering Shane’s face and cheeks. I could hear him swallowing it, lapping it up, moaning as it covered his tongue and slid down his throat.

  “Fuck…” I moaned. “That’s fucking… shit…”

  “Mmm… nectar of the gods,” Shane said playfully. “Now, I want to shove my cock in your sweet, tight pussy.”

  “How do you want me?” I asked.

  “Stay where you are.” Shane wiped his drenched cheeks on the insides of my thighs, then slid out from under me and got to his knees behind me. He put one hand on my ass and the other on his cock. He moved closer until I could feel the head of his cock pressing to my pussy hole. He swirled his cock around, lubing it up, then eased the head inside me. I could feel my pussy walls spreading to let him in, hugging his cock like a long-lost friend.

  “Fuck… your cock… so big…”

  “Your pussy… so tight…”

  “Fuck me… Shane… fuck me hard…”

  “Yes, ma’am.” His cock slid inside me until it could slide in no more. He put his hands on my hips and started fucking me slowly at first, pushing in as far as he could, then sliding slowly out. My pussy suctioned to his cock, holding on, not wanting him to go.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked as he steadily picked up the pace. My big tits were swaying beneath me, back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts.

  “Yes… you feel… amazing…” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Does that feel good to you… does my pussy feel good around your cock?”

  “Can’t you tell,” he said, his voice getting husky, breathless. “You’re going to make me cum...”

  “Mmm… harder now… fuck me harder…”

  He started ramming in and out of me faster and faster. My tits bounced. The bed shook. The headboard slammed into the wall. If he was worried about ghosts before he wasn’t worried about them now. As we came I squealed and Shane growled, like two animals fucking in the moonlight.

  “I’m cumming…” I moaned. “Oh fuck… Shane… cum with me…”

  Shane grunted and quickened the pace. His fingers were clutching my hips as he rammed his big cock in and out of me. “Yes… god… cum…”

  I could smell our sweat. Our sex. I gushed orgasm after orgasm as Shane pushed into me hard and filled my womb with his hot milky goo. I squirted juices back at him, covering his cock and balls. The sound of wet flesh smacking into wet flesh filled the room. A moment later, it was done. It was the happiest I had been in years. And judging from the look on Shane’s face as he lowered himself to the bed beside me, it was a feeling he shared.

  Chapter 17: Annabel

  I had never woken up in Shane’s arms before. Even when we were kids, we had lots and lots of sex, but at the end of the night he would drop me off at my house then head home to face whatever was waiting for him there.

  This morning though, over a decade after our first time, I opened my eyes to find myself cradled in his strong arms with my head on his chest and my leg draped over his crotch. He was watching me, smiling, waiting for me to wake up so we could play catchup again.

  And we did.

  I rode him like a jockey on a stallion in bed, my head still cloudy with sleep and sweet dreams, my cunt still sticky from the night before, then he swiped the breakfast dishes off the kitchen table and fucked me there after we finished our eggs and coffee.

  By the time I showered and left for work, my cunt was sore and my legs were wobbly. It was a wonderful feeling.

  * * *

  “Looks like she’s doing great,” I said as I watched the day-old fold gallop clumsily across the pasture a few steps behind her mother. The fold’s legs were still shaky, but she was having no problem keeping up. Mr. Gibbs was standing next to me with his arms propped on the fence rail smiling like a proud papa.

  “Yep, she just got right up and followed her mama out of the barn,” he said. “Just instinct. They know what to do.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” I said with a happy sigh. “All right then, guess I’d better get to the office. I have a full day on the books. Just thought I’d stop by on the way in to make sure she was doing good.”

  “I’m glad you stopped by,” he said, holding up a crooked finger. “My wife has something for you.”

  “For me?” He kept the finger in the air as he went onto the porch and came back with a basket of ripe tomatoes. “Ellie picked these yesterday out of her garden. I remember last year how much you loved them. These are for you.”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet,” I said as I took the basket. “Tell Ellie I appreciate it.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and got into my truck. I set the basket in the seat and started down the long dirt drive toward the road with him waving in my rearview mirror.

/>   I was still glowing from my night with Shane. I had left his house less than an hour ago and was already missing him. Maybe I could sneak away at lunch and go see him. He was going to work on the house today with his Uncle Seth.

  Maybe he’d like a fresh tomato sandwich for lunch.

  And maybe a little pussy for dessert.

  Chapter 18: Shane

  I was standing in the backyard with Uncle Seth, holding a hand over my eyes to shield it from the scorching midday sun as he pointed out all the bad spots on the roof. Uncle Seth was an old hand at fixing things. Me, I knew a hundred ways to kill a man with my bare hands, but I’d never driven a nail or turned a screw more than a couple of times. I’d been following him around for the better part of an hour, making a mental list in my head as he pointed out things that needed to be repaired—and estimating the cost— before putting the house on the market.

  “That roof must be forty or fifty years old,” he said, pointing out an array of dark spots that ran across the entire back of the house. “That’s where the leaks inside are coming from. That’ll need replacing. Shingles, decking…”

  “What’s that gonna cost?” I asked with a heavy sigh. According to Uncle Seth’s estimate—or what he called his “best guestimate”—the bill was already approaching five-grand. I had ten-grand on the credit card in my wallet and most of my SEAL pay in a savings account, which I preferred not to tap. Anything over ten-grand might have to just come off the sales price, which I didn’t expect to be that much. If I could net enough to pay for the repairs and my trip I’d be a happy SEAL.

  “New roof, probably a thousand for the shingles. You and me can do the work. Probably take a day or two.”

  “I’m not sure how long I can stay and I don’t want to pull you away from the farm for that long,” I said. “How much do you figure the cost of a roofer doing it?”

  He closed one eye to squint at the roof, as if he were counting shingles and squares and doing the math in his head. “You’re probably looking at three to four-grand.”