by E. C. Towers
Derek's manhood was on fire, and he reached around behind her ass to play with her pussy from behind. His index and middle fingers plunged into her wet hole, divining Linda's moans and the soft sounds of his digits delving in and out of her. He brought his fingers to his cock, covering himself in her wetness and stroking himself to excite her. Derek pushed himself into his hand forcefully and pulled out again over and over. Without any real warning, he grabbed her hips and pushed himself into her, finally plunging his thick cock inside Linda's aching pussy. She gasped with pleasure, excited to finally feel his burning member fill her up. He didn't immediately pull out, enjoying how her pussy contracted and wrapped tightly around his cock so naturally. Her wetness was now all over him.
Linda groaned, getting used to his girth, but slowly opened up as he stretched her further with each slow push. As she became wetter, she began to buck and bounce on top of him, wanting to feel his cock deeper inside of her. Derek grabbed both her ass cheeks again and helped, almost completely lifting her up off his cock before plunging deep into her one more time. He grunted as they fucked faster, her buttocks slapping against his thighs. Derek buried his face deep into her heaving breasts, biting her nipples as he fucked her with abandon.
He felt her tighten up against him as Linda came.
“Oh, god,” he moaned as her pussy gripped his cock tighter than ever before. He grunted and pumped hard into her before pulling out to jerk himself off, feeling the pressure in his balls about to burst. Just as he was about to come, Linda swallowed his cock, making his head dizzy with pleasure.
“Oh, god, yes...Linda...” Derek called out her name, quivering with each spasm before her finished into her sweet mouth.
Shortly after, they both laid in the quiet aftermath of their love making, trying to catch their breath. No words were needed to convey the sudden storm of feelings they felt for each other. All Linda had to do was look at Derek's slightly mesmerized and slightly nauseated expression to know that he felt exactly the same way about her as she did about him. Their connection felt familiar, as if they had been looking for each without really knowing it.
“You're my girl,” he whispered to her softly.
Linda nodded as if to agree. Yes, she was his girl. She had never been so sure of anything in her life.
6
Dalila
So, why was trying to escape him only eight months and three days later?
Linda often wondered where it all went wrong with Derek. She couldn't remember when it had gone sour when she suddenly had to begin resisting what her intuition was always whispering in her ear. All she remembered was that it was a slow progression from being “his girl” to being his employee. It went unnoticed until it was too late for her to back out of. Her deep and intense love for him clouded her good judgment, as well as her constantly making excuses for why his illegal activity wasn't so bad.
Linda was surprised that she was again being haunted with thoughts of the past, considering all that she had accomplished afterward. She audibly sighed, feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place. Staying with Derek was both a good idea and a bad one. While he was the only one she trusted to keep her hidden, she also didn't trust him for so many other reasons. She didn't put it past him to try and wrangle her back into his lifestyle. While Linda was more guarded around Derek than ever before, but how long could she hold up those walls up if she lived with him? Sitting here, face to face with him, Linda realized that even after all these years, she wasn't completely immune to his charms.
And goddamn it, he was good looking.
Derek stared at Linda, still not quite believing it was possible for her to be even more exquisite now than she ever was before. The woman that Linda had matured into enhanced what was already physically perfect about her. The slight wrinkle in her eyes as she sat in deep thought was a thing of beauty to him. Whoever made up the expression “aging like fine wine” must’ve been thinking of a woman like Linda when they said it.
She felt his eyes on her.
“Can I help you?” Her question was more of a signal of an annoyance than an actual question.
“You look... troubled. That's all."
“Well, I am troubled,” she responded, returning her gaze to the front, not wanting to look him directly in his handsome face.
“What's the matter? I hope you're not worried about being pinned for this Tim guy's murder? He sounds like an unimportant tool. It'll blow over in a few months, promise.”
“You sound so sure of yourself,” she smiled.
But when had Derek not sounded sure of himself?
“Just don't worry your pretty little head about it. This guy was a 30-something-year-old, dishwasher that lived with his mother, for Chrisssake. That's ratings’ death on the news. Interest in his murder will soon be replaced by some little girl who broke the record for the number of Girl Scout cookies sold. You know why?”
She replied with silence.
“Because Girl Scouts are young, they're cute, and they remind everyone of cookies. Tim is a middle-aged, ugly guy that reminds us of the loser brother-in-law we avoid just to save money. People don't like that, and neither do the news writers. You'll be back to your beloved Driftwood Cove before you know it.”
Linda looked out the window and saw the sun starting to set over the city. The road had become bumpier, and she held on to the side handle to keep from accidentally falling into him. He noticed her reluctance to be close to him and smiled to himself. Linda still found him attractive too.
When they arrived at his villa, she was surprised that it wasn't a huge mansion. It was an oversized villa, in comparison to the others in the neighborhood, but otherwise it was fairly moderate for a man whom she knew loved largely garish and expensive things. Linda stepped out of the car just as the pedestrian gate leading to the grounds opened to reveal a small lady. She carried herself daintily, yet Linda could tell she was strong, like a beautiful flower that would remain standing even in the most violent of hurricanes. She smiled warmly at Linda as she approached and took her hands into hers. She had a firm and confident grip despite having tiny hands.
“It's so nice to meet you, Linda.”
Her voice matched her appearance in delicateness and strength.
“I'm Dalila, Derek's wife.”
Dalila lead her into their villa like a mother welcoming a long lost child. Linda was taken aback by her kindness and beauty. Most of all, Linda was shocked that the woman had chosen Derek to be her husband and was now permitting, downright welcoming, one of his ex-girlfriends into her home. It was clear that she was above his tastes, which Derek knew and acted accordingly. His steps seemed lighter around her as he followed them inside. The anger that crackled from his soul vanished when he was with her. It made Linda smile. He was tamed. This magnificent superwoman had tamed the stallion, and she was immediately in awe of such a woman who could do the seemingly impossible.
“Derek has told me so much about you and how you used to date. And I have to tell you when he told me you might be coming… well, I have to admit, I was against the idea.” She briefly lost her serene smile, but continued, “I'm a little intimidated by you, and for a minute there I let my insecurities get the best of me.”
“Intimidated? No, believe me, I'm no one to be intimidated about.”
Linda tried to state more reasons but was interrupted by Dalila's surprisingly hearty laugh.
“You don't know why you're intimidating?” she asked Linda as if she was making some weird joke. "Linda, really. I mean...” Dalila stopped in her tracks and stepped back to admire her. “Look at you! You're head to toe perfect!”
Linda blushed, and both Derek and his wife laughed.
“She's even more beautiful for not knowing that she's beautiful,” Dalila remarked to her husband.
They shared a laugh again as Linda stood there wondering how to respond when you're being spoken about like you're not there.
“Anyhow, I obviously got over it,” Dalila's smile
d returned, “and actually, it'll be nice to have another woman in the house. Come, let me give you a tour of our home… I mean, your home,” she corrected herself, interlocked arms with Linda as they moved through the doors.
The grounds were impressive. Beyond the gate that surrounded the property was a brick path to the villa surrounded by lush green grass on either side. They walked inside the house to the large living room that bore soaring ceilings and exposed wooden beams. The room was immaculate, tastefully decorated in warm tones. A large Navajo rug, which must have cost as much as her yacht, practically filled the right half of the living room, with lush, overstuffed couches beckoning in front of the brick fireplace. There were three, floor to ceiling windows on the right wall that offered a wonderful view of the crystal clear pool. The rear grounds were lush and fragrant in a way that the climate of Mexico only provides with the tremendous care of its owner. Further back, the guesthouse was tucked away behind a few leafy trees. Linda assumed the little structure would be her new home for the next few weeks.
“What do you drink nowadays, Linda?” Derek’s voice asked from the mini bar.
Dalila motioned her to take a seat anywhere. Linda chose a large but firm easy chair by the fireplace and sat down.
“I like to drink Scotch.”
He caught her eye as she said this and wondered if this woman was truly the girl he had loved and lost. That girl would have never ordered a Scotch. She would have asked for a beer, which is what he had prematurely grabbed. He put the Corona back into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of his best Scotch, pouring her a generous amount in a tumbler. He didn’t bother with ice, not for a scotch drinker. Derek brought it over to her with a little napkin at the bottom. Perfect as perfect can be, even just holding a drink, he thought.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a sip and savored the sweetness on her tongue before swallowing it, feeling the warmth spread over her like a chenille spread. Linda immediately felt a little more relaxed.
“I want you to know, Linda, that we both welcome you here and invite you to stay as long as you need to,” Dalila assured her, seated on the sofa closest to Linda.
Derek finished making his and his wife’s drink before sitting beside Dalila, who shortly pulled out the celery from her Bloody Mary and handed it to Derek.
“I don't like celery in my Bloody Mary, dear. Will you dispose of this?”
Linda watched as Derek took the celery from her and lopped it over to the bar. It bounced off the counter and fell with a dull slap on the highly polished oak floors.
Dalila gave him an incredulous look as he rose and bend and place it into the tiny trash he had been aiming for.
He had definitely changed, Linda thought. She exchanged a faint smile with Dalila. She was smitten by this magical pixie who had somehow managed to turn Derek into a somewhat normal human being.
"I agree with Derek that this kind of thing will blow over before you know it. Meanwhile, take some time to relax here. We have everything you could need, and if we don't, just let us know and we'll get it for you,” Dalila said with a sweet smile. After finishing their drinks, they accompanied Linda over to the guesthouse, a cute one-bedroom structure with a spacious kitchen and living room, which mirrored the main house’s view of the pool. A small covered patio and hammock set the views apart.
“I hope this will meet your standards, m' lady,” Derek announced, playfully bowing to her.
“This is wonderful,” she answered truthfully.
Linda already felt at home in this lovely space.
“Thank you, this is more than enough. I would have been happy with a small room.”
“Oh don't be silly,” Dalila waved her off. “You really want to be under the same roof as this guy?” she joked, giving Derek a mocking side-eye and laughed.
Derek and Dalila left to give her some privacy, and Linda took stock of the cottage. The kitchen and the mini bar were fully stocked. There was enough food inside the fridge for her to go at least two weeks without having to go to the grocery store. Dalila also left her a small note on the counter, reminding her that they employed a full-time cook on the property who could make her a delicious meal whenever she felt liked. Linda eventually made herself comfortable in one of the patio lounge chairs, sipping on another glass of scotch she had poured for herself. Linda laid back with her eyes closed, letting the drink take the day's stresses away, quickly falling asleep.
In what felt like minutes, a soft voice woke her up from her nap. How long had she been sleeping? She had no idea, but it must have been at least an hour. When she fell asleep, the sun was still up, and now she was covered in darkness. Linda finished what was left in her glass before focusing on answering Derek.
"I'm leaving for a few hours, and I was wondering if I could ask you a favor."
He's asking for favors already, she mused? He continued speaking before she could answer, as if she had already agreed to the favor.
“Can you keep Dalila company? She worries about me when I leave.”
“If Dalila wants to come talk to me, she's more than welcome to."
“No, that’s just it; she's not going to want to talk. I want you to go over there and talk to her. Give her a little distraction about California, so she forgets about me being gone for a bit. Please?”
Derek once again used his natural good looks to convey how much he wanted Linda to do this.
“I just want to relax, Derek.”
“I know, and I'm not asking you not to relax. Relax all you want, but can you do it over in the living room with her? I promise you'll love her.”
“Okay, fine,” she acquiesced lightly. “She really is a great girl, Derek. You scored big time.”
“I did, didn't I?” he laughed. “Thank you for saying so.”
He practically giggled as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and ran off to do something that was probably illegal.
Linda got undressed and put on her cotton pajamas before going out to meet Dalila. She knew it made her look juvenile but she didn't understand how anyone could go to sleep in silk pajamas. Every time she wore silk pajamas she felt as if she had wet herself. Linda was slightly embarrassed by the idea of wearing them in front of Dalila.
Linda quietly walked into the living room to find Dalila lying on the sofa with a book in her face. Linda smiled as she noticed that Dalila was wearing flannel pajamas too.
“He got you over here to talk to me, didn't he?” Dalila said, not bothering to look up from her book.
“Well, brace yourself. Here I am.”
“It’s fine. Derek wants me to get to know you.”
Linda noticed a new edge in Dalila’s voice she hadn't heard earlier today.
“Judging by that tone, I'm guessing you don't want to do that right now.”
She was in shock at how quickly Dalila had turned from a warm, loving mother to sulking bitchy teenager in a matter of a few hours.
“Ding, ding, ding, Cinderella.”
Linda was taken aback by how obnoxious the words were.
“Listen, if you don't want me to be here, all you had to do was say, ‘No.’”
This time Dalila threw the book to her side, giving Linda a full view of the hatred on her face.
“You don't think I said that a thousand times? You think I didn't fight this idea more times than I have fingers?!”
“My apologies,” Linda responded after a shocked pause, “I was just a little thrown off by the ‘Oh, I got over it’ and ‘Welcome to our home…I mean your home’ bit you sang for me out there. You're a mighty fine actress.”
“Of all people, you should know how convincing Derek can be. Or at least how he browbeats you with what he wants until you give in.”
Linda responded with silence. Yes, she did know exactly how Derek could be and how Derek always got his way.
"I'll get my things then."
Linda turned back to her room, fully intent on packing up her suitcase again to hightail it out of there. She wouldn’t st
ay where she wasn't welcome. Linda wondered where she would go and cursed herself for not having any cash on hand before she left. She will just have to risk using her card at a hotel. Besides, as far as the town knew, she took off for a mini-vacation, and that was that. She hoped that by the time Tim's body had been found, she had been gone long enough not to be a suspect.
“Stop, don't,” Dalila said. “I will never hear the end of it from Derek if you leave.”
Linda sighed. This was an awful situation to be in, and she again wished she had gone against her instincts.
“If I knew he was married, I would have never agreed to this. I didn't want to agree to this. I wanted to get a hotel, but he insisted.”
