Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

  “Dino?” Her ex-boyfriend. Firefighter.

  “Yeah,” she said, “his brother, Rocco.”

  He frowned. “How did you get the job?”

  “Well, he was there tonight.” She looked away from his eyes by a degree.

  “Rocco?”

  “No...Dino.”

  “Oh,” he nodded, looked away now too.

  “Geoff, baby, come on...”

  “I thought it was just you and the girls...I didn’t go...”

  “I didn’t know he was going to be there, Geoff, I swear. He tagged along with some other guys from school too, they came down because the girls were...they weren’t supposed to be coming.”

  God, she’d just stabbed him in the guts with this. Here he was thirty-three and he felt like he was dating again, felt like he hadn’t yet married and nailed down this love of his life in front of him. This was shades of University. Nia crying on his shoulder because some jerk had cheated on her or just brushed her off after three weeks dating. He’d console her and think how crazy those guys were. What did they have that he didn’t? They were good enough to get her eye, date her, but then not keep her? How could they callously slough off a gem like Nia? He’d just time-travelled and all he wanted was to race back to the present, yesterday night at least, laying on the couch with his wife and daughter, popcorn bowl and pyjamas, rubbing Nia’s feet and ankles through her long comfy socks.

  She said, “Geoff?” Her brows had gone up, worried for him.

  “I’m okay,” he lied. “Whatever.”

  He tried to pull away from her but she wouldn’t let him. Her arms held their grip on him and he struggled but she just held him tighter. “Not whatever, Geoff. Not whatever. Come on. I swear I didn’t know and it doesn’t matter anyway, does it? That was all a long time ago.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said, he looked down at the floor, a broad peach sheet had strayed down there, his dumb cheeky monkey looking up and giving him a wink.

  Her fingers scratched through the hair at the back of his head. She said, “Ooh, I’m seeing old Geoff tonight, am I?”

  He chuckled, “Who is old Geoff?”

  “Old woe-is-me-Geoff.”

  “Woe-is-me?”

  She hugged him and giggled. “The Geoff who let me date all those men and then cry on his shoulder, never once letting me know he was dying inside over it.”

  “I’m not dying inside over Dino tonight.”

  “You’re also not throwing me over the arm of that couch and giving me what I came in here for,” she smiled wide and squinted her black eyes.

  “Is that what Dino would do?” Oh God, he was irritating himself. Listen to you whine, Geoff.

  She held his gaze, said, “He probably would. We’d be on our second time already since I got out of that cab.”

  “Nia, don’t be gross.”

  She looked at him coldly, raised her eyebrows, her face firm and unimpressed, she rolled her eyes as she let her embrace go. She turned and went to her jacket.

  He stepped to her quickly and grabbed her, put his arms around her waist and held her tight. Then something happened. He felt transported, still, to that trying time, thirteen years ago when he would listen to her sob stories about men who amounted to nothing and he would nod, stroke her shining hair and ache for her. His heart swelled. He wasn’t that guy anymore. Holy fuck, he forgot how far they’d come. That Nia was goddamn his. He’d fucking got her. His courtship was slow and sweet, and somehow that painful two-year window had the curtains closed on it. But this tonight whisked them open sharply and he was going to fuck that young Nia tonight over the leather couch in his studio bathed in its bright stinging light. Like he should have thirteen fucking years ago. His stomach, his heart—all clamped in pain for her. He loved her desperately. The idea of her with someone else clenched his insides, squished his organs in its grip until his eyes went foggy.

  He threw her on the couch. Hard.

  “Ow, Geoff!” She stumbled in her heels and fell on her front onto the seat of the couch. She whipped her head around to him, her eyes were fierce, sparkling. She looked like an animal.

  He was on her, his back pressing against hers, crushing her into the couch. Her knees pressed into the concrete floor of the old garage. He bit her neck and his hands reached down between them and he pulled up the tight slim skirt of her dress. She growled.

  He slapped her ass. He’d never slapped her ass in all the years he’d known her which was crazy because he wanted to. And it felt so good. He slapped her again. She liked it. Her taut flesh bounced and jiggled.

  “Were you flirting with men tonight?” he asked her, his hand smoothing her ass now, going around her firm smooth globe.

  “Yes!” she hissed.

  “You got drunk and acted like a fool, didn’t you?”

  “I did,” she whispered, rubbing her ass back against his hand and into his hips.

  “Did you make a fool out of me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Flirting with men in front of your friends?”

  “Men flirt with me...” she hissed.

  “Tell me you didn’t flirt back.”

  He could see her smile. She was so beautiful. This was crazy. He was mad at her. Mad at her for who she was thirteen years ago. Talking to her like he wanted to back then. His cock was so hard he felt it scratch against the front of his sweatpants.

  “Okay, I fucking flirted,” she laughed.

  “Did you flirt with Dino?” he growled in her ear.

  “He started it,” she whispered.

  He gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her head up to face the ceiling, her long neck exposed and vulnerable. She let him do it. His wife was letting him treat her like this. His other hand smoothed her cheek, went down the back of her sensitive thigh and he felt her tremble. She spread her legs. He brought that hand up to her hot wet centre. Her silk panties were damp, he felt the heat from her insides against the pad of his thumb. “Should I be worried?”

  She gasped, “He’s married and I’m married.”

  “But otherwise?”

  Her face broke into a big devious smile, her bright white teeth glistening in the dim lamp lit studio. “You married a bad girl. You like that, remember?”

  “I do. I did.”

  “I rocked your world, didn’t I?” His balls suddenly exploded in pain. Her hands were trapped between the two of them, but his crafty girl had felt them hanging in his sweatpants and now she had them clutched in her painful grasp.

  “Ah, hoo, you sure did.” He let go of her hair, put his arm out on the couch to brace himself.

  “I know I rocked your world.”

  “Hoo, you’ve got a good grip there,” he winced, she was really hurting him.

  “These balls are mine, I’ll grab them however I want.” She squeezed him harder. “You like that?”

  “Ow, holy fuck, yeah, I do. Easy.”

  She let them go and he heaved air into her hair, made it rustle and waft sweet tropical coconut and papaya. With a quick circular swipe of her wrist her hand was inside his sweats. She stroked the underside of his cock with her palm. He groaned heavily into her ear.

  “Geoff, you are so fucking hard right now.”

  He moaned and stroked her through her panties. She was eager, pushing herself against his touch. The warm dampness was soaking through the fabric. He shuddered and spewed precum into his wife’s palm.

  She laughed into the couch seat and her hand stroked his slippery shaft. “Someone likes their wife to be a bad girl.”

  Fuck, did he? He did. “This is my young Nia, the bad one. The one who didn’t know better. Fucking all those guys and didn’t know her husband was sitting next to her, stroking her hair, telling her everything was going to be all right.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “What?”

  “It’s true. I didn’t know it but you were my husband and I told you about all my heartaches.”

  “You told me more than that.”


  “I did?”

  “Sometimes...”

  “Oh baby, ah,” she moaned and pushed her sex hard against his working hand. “Touch me... put your fingers in me...”

  His heart was pounding, his blurry vision shook with his powerful heartbeats. This was his wife. The mother of his child. But fuck, he’d always wanted to say these things to her. He was mad at her but he loved her so much. This was huge, this was incredible. He pulled her panties to the side and he plunged a finger into her and it disappeared without resistance. “You don’t remember?”

  Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open in pleasure, she shook her head No, her hair whispered against the leather.

  He felt so free, this was a relief of burden and he didn’t realize how heavy it had been. “You told me Dino hurt you. You had anal and you said it hurt and you didn’t like it.”

  “Ah, I...ah, told you that?”

  “You did.” He stroked at her insides, running his middle finger against the back wall of her hot interior.

  “Why would I tell...oh...you that?”

  “Beats me...it hurt to hear it...” He drew out his plunging finger, bunched three together and thrust them through her sucking hot sex hard and fast.

  She cried out loud, “Ah, God, oh fuck, Geoff, give it...to me...”

  “You were just a cocktail away from making a big mistake tonight, huh?”

  “Ah, mm…how’d you mean?” She pushed her sex against him, wanting to feel his long fingers plunge deeper.

  “I mean dancing and flirting with Dino. One drink more…” he thrust harder and faster, “…and your inhibitions...” He danced his other hand like a flying bird, going out the window, right in front of her glassy gaze, her ecstatic face still pressed against the couch.

  “How would you...feel about that?” she whispered, her hand had stopped stroking but she gripped him, all she had was focused on the pleasure he was giving, the dirty things he was saying.

  “What,” he laughed, “if you kissed Dino?”

  She closed her eyes and writhed against his forceful plunging. She didn’t answer.

  He assured her, “I would not like that.”

  “Okay,” she nodded, bit her lip.

  “Why?”

  “I thought I was turning you on.”

  “Talking about flirting?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she squeaked, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth still sucked under her teeth.

  “A little.”

  “But not really?” her hand gently palmed the underside of his painful erection. He was so slippery form his own intense excitement.

  “No,” he said.

  “Your cock is rock hard right now, sorry. I thought you were getting off on this.”

  His fingers plunged, the room was filled with her sopping wet suction sounds. He said, “I don’t know, it’s kind of hot.”

  “That’s what I thought,” she laughed.

  “I know I married a bad girl,” he said, low, with a snarl.

  “You did didn’t you?” she snarled back.

  He slipped a hand between her and the couch, found her thigh and crawled up, slipped it down the front of her panties until he had her from the front too. His middle finger searched her slippery folds for her hardened button. He felt she was smooth and soft and bare. “You shaved this pussy?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped.

  “For who, Nia?”

  “Nobody, Geoff.”

  “Bullshit. You went out tonight to have fun and you shaved your pussy. Who did you think was going to see it?”

  She laughed, and it made him more mad, more aroused. He laughed too. “Don’t stop, Geoff, I’m...going to come.”

  “You are, aren’t you? All this talk about Dino.”

  She grunted, he was hurting her, her face frowned in pain.

  He said, “Your ex got you all horny and you come running home to me?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped.

  “I should thank him. He’s got your pussy fucking soaking.”

  “Shh-it, I know, keep doing that...”

  “Dino make you horny?”

  “Ah, mm, yeah...”

  “He’s the one?”

  “One what, Geoff?” Her eyes were still gently closed, her mouth parted.

  “Your freebie?”

  “Yeah,” her mouth peeled over her teeth in a dirty smile, “mm-my freebie...”

  “But you’ve already been with him, haven’t you?”

  “I have...”

  “If I let you fuck one man it would be him? Not someone new?”

  “Yes.”

  “He fucked you that good?”

  “He...ah...did...”

  “Better than me?”

  “Mm-yess...”

  “You can’t get enough of him?”

  “Ahh, mm, I can’t...”

  “Would you fuck him behind my back?”

  “I would,” she said, breathy and laughing, teasing him.

  “Did you already do it, you slut?”

  “Yes.”

  “You did?”

  “Baby, don’t stop...”

  “Nia...” his movement slowed.

  “Please, baby...”

  “You fucked him?” His wet hands came to his sides.

  “Not tonight, oh no, baby. Ah, no. Geoff, not tonight.” She looked at him seriously but there was something else there, a fear that glossed her eyes and made them quiver.

  “Not tonight? But you fucked him?” He gripped her forearms, getting her attention.

  “We...dated...”

  “You did something...” he said, looking in her eyes, feeling her gaze pulling away from him, afraid of him.

  Her eyes were wide now, awake. Her lips trembled. He saw it in her eyes. She’d said something she shouldn’t have. But it was true. She had done something, he saw her guilt. “I didn’t tonight.”

  “What are you telling me?”

  “Nothing.” She rested her head on the couch like she was exhausted. Like she was tired of lying. Tired of keeping something a secret.

  “Holy fuck. What am I missing here?”

  “It was a long, long time ago.”

  “When we were dating? Behind my back?”

  “Shit. Yes. I know, baby, I’m—God, fuck!” Her face twisted and her hands balled up. She pummelled both of them once, forcefully, into the beaten leather.

  He let her go and slumped back on his heels. He was reeling. He looked at his wife, the woman he trusted. She was bent over on his couch, her fists softly beating against the seat now. Her skirt was pulled up, her panties shoved to the side. Her sex, shining and wet, peeking out from the pink silk, was mushed to one side. Ugly and beautiful all at once.

  He clenched his fists until they shook. Tears filled his eyes, rapidly swelling and then rolling hot down his cheeks. He opened his hands and watched them shake. He shook his head, his face screwing up, feeling himself go red. His mouth opened but no sound came out, a vague squeak finally. He wanted to crumple. To fold up infinitely until he disappeared. He looked at her. Her beautiful evil face. She watched him over her shoulder in horror like he was a man turning into a werewolf. She shook her head too. Shaking away her sins, but they would never come off her. Her thick hair trembled around her. Black tears rolled from her black eyes.

  “You fucking slut,” he groaned.

  She cried, “Geoff!”

  She turned, threw her arms around him and she hugged him. He wanted to throw her off, throw her against the wall and smash every fine bone china piece of her under that lustrous skin. He grabbed handfuls of her cunt bitch hair and he shook her. Shook her head in front of his until those black eyes were looking into his. He shot his pain into her like deadly laser beams. Then he kissed her. He kissed her hard. Kissed her like he wanted to possess her, become one with her body. He pushed her way back until she was on the floor. She kissed him now, harder. She clawed at him.

  “Fuck me, Geoff,” she hissed, “fuck me!”

  “I can’t e
ven fucking look at you,” he roared. He grabbed her roughly and twisted her around. She didn’t fight. She cried and tears streamed down her cheeks. She let him force her around again and push her face into the couch.

  “Please, fuck me,” she whimpered.

  He grabbed her silk panties in both fists and he pulled them down so forcefully he heard them tear. Her flesh shook. Nia cried out.

  He was blind with anger, his eyes so wet he could barely see. His hands still shook as they shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was cold and wet from his own precum that his whore wife had conjured from him with her dirty fucking mouth. He forced his tip between her cheeks. His cock was hard as steel and it sunk into her. He knew it was her anus and he didn’t stop. He crushed her with his weight, forced his chest into her back and pushed her into the couch as he slid his entire length up her ass in one painful stroke. She cried out and he could feel her high heels kicking at the back of his legs as she struggled. Then she cried, “Fuck me, please, Geoff, punish me...”

  He fucked her hard, thrust his hips against her, heard the slap-slap against her soft flesh. He pummelled her, grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back so he could curse her.

  “Fucking, fucking, whore...” he growled in her ear.

  “Ah, fuck, Geoff,” she panted.

  “Fucking take it up your ass...” he hissed.

  “Yes, ah, fuck me harder...”

  It made him mad to hear her want it. He gave it as hard as he could. The couch banged loudly against the wall. Its wooden feet screeched on the concrete and it drew screeches from his dirty wife. She cried out bright and piercing with each thrust. It drove him. Every plunge of his cock made her cry and shout and hiss and moan. He fucked noises out of her he’d never heard before. She was loving it. Loving it up her ass. Loving his rage, loving the punishment he gave her with his throbbing cock.

  His rage turned to lust. His hands came around and he grabbed her pussy. His knuckles slid right through her. She was so wet he could feel her dripping. Then he found her clit and she breathed in so sharp she squeezed his cock inside her. He was going to come.

  It felt so good to let it all go, to fuck her with abandon, fuck her like other men fucked her, ones who never gave a shit about her. This is how good those men felt. Treating her like filth while she writhed on their cock. They came inside her then left her. She bounced from one to another. Looking for something, never finding peace til she realized she had it in her nice friend Geoff. He drove himself into her, again and again, a question forming on his lips. Something he’d always thought about, an idea that he had permanently attached to Dino. The name Dino had become synonymous with a horrible possessive thought. Never confirmed. He wanted to know. He wanted to know now.