“Adam, what are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, just continued to dig with his loose hand until he found what he was looking for. When he finally grasped whatever it was, he broke out into an almost-maniacal grin. He brought out a roll of dark red plastic tape, pulling on the edge with his teeth to unroll a long length.
“Oh, hey…”
The ravenous look on his face was so attractive, I shivered as he bound my wrists together and stopped talking. Inadvertently, I made a needy sound not unlike a small moan.
“Thaat’s it, honey. Give in to your fate. You aren’t going anywhere ‘til I’m satisfied.” He surveyed my body, focusing on the triple-wrapped tape. He pulled out another length of tape and moved backwards, grabbing one of my ankles and pushing it towards a leg of the bed frame. He started wrapping the tape around my ankle, binding it to the leg.
I made a couple of protestations, but he ignored me, captivated by his mission to keep me in place. Once I was reasonable secured, Adam stripped off his shirt and re-positioned himself over my lap. I bit my bottom lip and stared up at him. Open-mouthed with excitement, he pushed my shirt back up over my breasts and leaned down to suckle them.
The feel of his tongue on my nipples was immediate and overwhelming. We hadn’t had a proper session in at least a week, thanks to the constant presence of the kids and their parents, not to mention exhausted, sex-less nights after long days of hard work on the house. My breath caught in my throat as Adam fondled my nipples with his mouth and moved his hands down my stomach to that sensitive spot between my legs. Instinctively, I tried to move my own hands towards his blonde head, but I was restrained, having been wrapped up to a leg of the night stand.
Adam saw me move, and smirked. “Nope, none of that. Can’t risk you trying to run away, now can I?”
“Adam,” I gasped, shocked at the level to which he was taking this. “I just want to move around a little.”
He gave me an authoritative look. “Not unless I decide you can, honey.”
I groaned, a little facetiously, and tested the strength of my restraints. Though I was pretty sure I could pull the night stand towards me without too much effort, I didn’t want to risk it falling on either of us. I stayed put and let Adam do what he wanted. He appreciated my submission.
As I lie back and watched, Adam licked my breasts and neck, tugging on my hair as he did so, and then moved down to my shorts. With one of my legs tied up, I knew Adam couldn’t remove my clothes completely, but that didn’t dissuade him at all. He tugged the zipper down and deftly folded my loose knee up so that one side of the shorts could be removed; the other side he tugged down, along with my panties. My stomach clenched and I felt my lips grow wet between my legs. I found myself silently begging Adam to put his warm thumb pad on my clit hood.
Instead, he crawled backwards and put his face there. I moaned, causing him to chuckle into my pussy. His hands clasped my thighs, pressing his lips into my hood firmly before running his tongue over my lips and then under the hood itself. I gasped in pleasure, my legs seizing with electricity. At the restraint on one side, my body started to fight for its freedom; my legs shook, vibrating across my lover’s mouth and making me desperate to relieve myself. Adam put a hand on my right hip, trying to hold me down as he made love to me with his tongue. I rocked against it powerfully, and between us both, the friction burned through me until I couldn’t even tell where it was coming from anymore. My arms begged for freedom but Adam held me as still as he could until my body had had enough.
“Oh, oh…aahh!”
He watched my face as I came, harder than I had in a long time. Surprised by the force of the orgasm, I fell silent, breathing erratic, as the contractions of my muscles continued to grip me. When the spasms finally let me go, I lie on the floor watching Adam with curiosity. He seemed intensely satisfied with my performance, though his stiff cock told me we weren’t through quite yet. Licking his lips, he pulled off his underwear and pushed two thick fingers into my vagina, testing the very moist waters.
I smiled at him, proud of my tight, well-lubricated pussy. Still breathing hard, I merely watched him take his dick in hand and rub it between my lips, pushing my free leg away from the bound leg. Smirking at me, Adam pushed his swollen penis into my body all at once. I gasped, writhing a little in my restraints. He moaned, shutting his eyes for a moment.
“Ah, baby. That’s what I need!”
“Mmhmm?”
“Yes, angel, I feel like I haven’t been able to fuck you all week!”
“I don’t think that’s an exaggeration…”
Without another word, he began pumping me, all his weight on his hands at either side of my head. I longed to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him, but all I could manage was to thrash limply – and clearly, he loved the view. I thought about our first sexual encounter back home, and could hardly believe we had progressed to this point. Realizing how lucky I was, and thrilling at the sensation of Adam’s thick cock thrusting quickly inside of me, I relaxed and smiled. His gaze was impenetrable, and I could tell he was on the way to a quick and satisfying climax.
Leaning down so that his breath was hot on my chest, he placed a warm hand under my buttocks and squeezed firmly, using that leverage to grind into me even more forcefully. Unconsciously, I cried out at the feel of his head hitting the entrance to my cervix. The slap slap slap of his skin against my mine was so loud, I worried that even that would be heard outside the door of our little room.
“Oh to hell with them,” I thought, forgetting the kids and our hosts. “If we can’t fuck each other, what’s the point of any of this?”
Throwing my head back and arching my spine, I pressed into Adam as his dick grew inside me, then finally released his juice, grunting. My legs spasmed again, as my unbound limb encircled his body. “There you go, baby, let it out,” I whispered, his semen spreading inside of me freely. Until now, we had never had sex without some kind of protection – be it condom or pulling out at the right time. Of course, with me on the birth control pill and us having been lovers for months now, apparently we both thought it was the right time to take that step. Though it was just a little internal sperm, I somehow felt closer to Adam than I’d even realized was possible. We had achieved complete trust and maximum intensity in our relationship. I nuzzled into his hair, smelling his masculine sweat as he relaxed his body on top of mine.
The sweet aftermath was short-lived, unfortunately. Angry voices reached our ears from the center of the house. Julie and Dave.
“I have to go once a week, Dave, you know that! It’s bad enough I had to quit spin classes – if I leave the charity group everyone will know we’re completely broke! I’m not quitting, and you’ll just have to deal with that.”
“Hon, I understand you don’t want to tarnish your image, but we don’t have money to spend even on a charity group right now! Especially one that basically spends all its funds on cocktails and decorations!”
“Oh don’t fucking start with that again. That’s how things are done.”
“Sure, maybe, but you personally don’t have the money to participate. Which is worse, taking a hiatus from the club, or attending meetings without the ability to feed and water yourself, or put on a new couture outfit every week?”
“Shut up, asshole. I don’t appreciate your base description of my life!”
“Look, Jules.”
“Don’t fucking call me that right now!”
“Julie! I’m doing everything I can. Money doesn’t just blow in on the breeze. Can you please think about what you’re doing?! Our kids need food on the table and a mum that can help them understand the value of a dollar.”
“Now I’m a bad mother?!”
“That’s not what I said! I just…”
As they bickered, Adam kissed me softly on the lips and gave me a loving look. Then he sat up and gently unfastened my bonds, rubbing my skin and kissing me where I had been chafed. We dressed as quietly as possible and the
n sat together, knees pulled up to our chests, on the carpet. I wouldn’t have risked creaking the bed for anything at that moment.
“Seriously, Dave, I think I’d be better off with my sister. I could just take the kids and set them up at school in Arizona. It would be easy.”
There was a pause in the conversation, and I felt a shocked expression take over my own face. Was she serious?
When Dave spoke again, his voice was quieter and very difficult to hear. “You wouldn’t. How could you do that to us? And to the kids? They barely even know their cousins! You’d uproot them from their home – and their father – over a silly club membership?”
I turned my head to give Adam a look that said, ‘No kidding!’ His own face belied actual anger.
“Not over the club, Dave. This is about everything.”
“Everything – Jesus, Jules. Is my brother home? Are they hearing this?”
My skin prickled with goosebumps. ‘Shit!’
Julie mumbled something I couldn’t hear, then I heard the front door slam. After a few quiet moments, it seemed obvious that Julie had left the house and Dave was alone in the front room. I relaxed and got up to sit on the bed, while Adam stretched and paced the small amount of floor in front of the door. “Well, shit,” he said finally.
“Are they always like this?” I asked, quietly.
Adam shrugged, clearly a little offended. “It’s not that bad. Anyway, Dave needs to appreciate her more. All he ever tells her is not to do things. It’s no wonder she’s considering taking a break from him.”
I rolled that information around in my head a little, examining it before replying. Was I crazy, or did Adam have a habit of favoring Julie in any argument?
“Well I hope they will be okay,” I ventured, trying to remain disinterested so as not to add to the conflict. “Tomorrow maybe he should show her the progress on the house? It’s going well, it might perk her up a bit.”
Adam grunted in answer.
Chapter 10
Time For an Update
Oh God, How Far is that Light at the end of the Tunnel?
I’ve been upbeat on this blog, friends, for several reasons. First, I believe that a positive attitude can help us overcome all kinds of problems. Secondly, I know that you need someone supportive in your lives right now, even if that person lives inside of the internet. Since we are all women going through the second stage of adult life, dealing with divorces and child-sharing, professional development and other life skills, I think this site has been incredibly helpful for visitors and myself. All the little tips and tricks and success stories let me move forward with confidence, and I hope you all feel the same way.
So it’s tough for me to admit this, given it is somewhat negative, but I’m getting scared again. At this point, it’s obvious that even changes that feel like “solutions” are by no means permanent. I don’t mean that some changes won’t remain with us as we go forward in life, such as relocating, or starting a new job, but that these are not the end of the process. More problems will come, appearing all over the once-perfect “solution.” You’ll realize that you hate your boss; you will turn out not to have the professional talents you thought you did; the man you chose to be with may have baggage you couldn’t see before. Well, scratch “may,” because he WILL.
The point is, even when we make healthy decisions and leave the messy past behind, the present and the future can remain messy. I guess that’s something I didn’t expect, and it’s taking a toll on my energy. Can anyone relate? I mean…at what point do the issues stop appearing out of nowhere? Is there even such a time?
Has anyone else found herself in a complicated position that almost convinces you to run back to the life you know, and hide from everything new that was previously so exciting?
I have been telling myself that once I get through this initial awkward phase of Getting on My Feet, things will fall into place and start to feel comfortable. And that’s what I’ve been trying to motivate all you girls to do as well – now, I have to admit I’m having some doubts. Can I deal with all the new problems bubbling up as part of my original problems and challenges? Will I decide I’ve taken on too much, too soon?
Stay tuned; you’ll all be the first to know. Good luck on your own adventures!
*Melly
Chapter 11
My Inappropriate Male Friend
-So wait, you’re blogging? Isn’t that like keeping an online journal?
I laughed at Frank’s first reaction to the idea of me keeping a blog. He’d mentioned it to me back in the States when I was facing a professional crisis and in need of some career development. Ignorant, I’d scoffed at the idea. Now, for no reason I could pinpoint, I’d begun a blog for women dealing with the after-effects of divorce, as well as separation and job hunting. I found the writing calming, somehow, and thanks to a couple of well-placed ads, I’d picked up a good number of regular readers.
-Yeah, really weird thing to do, I know. But people seem to like it ;)
-That’s amazing! Good for you, kid ;) You’ve really shot off into the big scary world and made something of yourself. Of course, you were pretty valuable before all this, too.
-Thanks Frank :) I have to admit, everything outside of the internet “work” is giving me some grief at the moment. There are people issues, budget issues, literal space issues. I’m afraid I’m going to drop all the balls in the air and let everyone down. And leave with no friends.
-Oh come on surely it’s not all that bad? Everyone feels overwhelmed at a new job. In a new city. In a new country. In a newish relationship…
-Right.
-You did know that was a lot to take on at once, didn’t you?
-I guess so? I mean, I didn’t really have much to compare it to…
-Are you and Adam okay?
I paused before answering, my fingers poised above the keys of my laptop. The coffee shop was busy that afternoon, something I was grateful for. The noise and hustle kept my mind off of anything in particular, allowing me to relax away from the household members – Adam included. As close as he and I had become in the last months, the tension between the married people in the house had rubbed off on us. We were caught in a weird sort of proxy cold war, he constantly defending Julie and I constantly coming to Dave’s defense. The whole thing was absurd. And though I didn’t want to gossip – especially with a former lover – I really did need to unload my burden a little.
-We have grown together a lot this past while. But I feel like the stress of the people we’re living with is causing us damage.
-…
I sighed.
-So yes and no, I guess. We just really need to get this house project finished so we can figure out what’s next for both of us.
-Okay. You know, I’m here for you if you need anything!
-Thanks Frank.
-Anything. Except money, teachers don’t have any of that. I can supply plenty of anti-stress massages, however ;)
I pursed my lips. Seriously? Was he flirting with me right now?
-Don’t I know it! Talk soon. Thanks for chatting :)
I signed out of my messenger program quickly, and put my head in my palms. I knew Frank was just being himself, but the last thing I needed was an inappropriate male friend. I’d have to be a little colder to him in the future, as much as that saddened me. Another topic for the blog, at least! For the first time, I started to regret not using an alias on my website. In theory, anyone in my life could stumble upon the page and get a glimpse into how they have impacted my psyche. Still, I was only using my first name, and I liked the idea of being held somewhat accountable for what I published.
People would either relate, or they’d move on, I reasoned. And I preferred to focus on the former.
Chapter 12
Ice-Cold Judge Julie
The following Saturday, Adam, David and I took Julie to look at the little house, which was near completion except for a couple of small repairs and décor pieces. I wasn’t
excited to have her in what had previously been a Julie-free domain, but I genuinely hoped that seeing her husband’s business investment looking fresh and new would make her happy. We could all benefit from her good mood, at this point, since clearly we were all suffering from stress.
Dave and his wife dropped the kids off with a friend (I had to try not to ask questions about this, but couldn’t help being entertained at the story about her and the day care) before we all squeezed into the bench seat of the ute and headed to the city center.
It was a beautiful December day and just becoming very hot after breakfast, but our moods didn’t match the blue skies and streaming sun. Of course, everyone tried to seem cheerful as we traveled towards the skyscrapers of downtown city with our legs rubbing against one another’s. When we pulled up in front of the little property, I breathed out a huge sigh of relief and a real smile replaced the plastic one I’d fixed on an hour earlier.
Instead of following Dave out the driver’s side door, Julie slid across to the passenger door and put a hand out so Adam could help her down from the squat vehicle. I guessed the marriage was still as rocky as it had sounded during their fight the other day. She linked arms with Adam and walked importantly to the threshold of the cottage, ignoring the exterior of the home completely. Dave threw his hands up in frustration as she trotted right by his amazing work on the woodwork without so much as a glance. I gave him a sympathetic smile as we followed her and Adam inside.
When the new hall track lighting came on, all of the project members smiled. I couldn’t help but be proud of myself and the guys. We had taken a very questionable, awkward property and truly made something beautiful out of it.
“Take a look, Jules,” Adam said to Julie, who was hesitant to remove her sunglasses. “Have a walk-through. Dave and I did the repairs and took down an old separating wall, but Mel really brought the space to life.”
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