Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

  “Nia, don’t cry. Nia.”

  “I want to be honest. I hated myself. I hurt myself. I’m so sorry. I can’t...I can’t lie anymore. I wanted to tell you the other night...before...but...I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “You cheated on me?”

  She nods.

  “One time?” he said, crying and jostling her arms.

  Her head lolled with his jarring, she creaked, “I swear Geoff, I won’t ever lie again.”

  Her phone chimed, lit up a square in her dress again. He watched it fade, the fabric mesh square fade back to black. She cried gently in his grip. He watched her mournful downturned face.

  He said, “I love you so much.”

  “I know. I love you.”

  “You’re my best friend.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You can fuck Rocco.”

  She didn’t say anything. Didn’t move.

  He pulled her close, whispered to her, “I love you. I love you so, so much. I’m used to watching you go and fuck other men and come and cry on my shoulder later. It’s how I fell in love with you.”

  She looked away, didn’t know how to deal with this. Did she want a man who wouldn’t want this? A man who was enough for her, who knew he was enough. Was this something she wanted but deep down she didn’t really want? Like she wanted to get fucked hard, but she wanted it to be her husband. She already said that if he did it it would be fake. That she would know it was fake.

  “I don’t know if I can do it for real.” She said, her face hidden away in her black hair.

  “You did. Tonight, with the stripper.”

  “I’m dying inside from it. Look at me.”

  “You’re upset what I might do.”

  She nodded, her hair shaking round her shoulders.

  He grabbed the hem of her dress and slid it up her body, watched her fine flesh get revealed to him. Watched for that little belly button, watched her firm tummy come to light, then she lifted her arms and she tossed the dress aside, a thunk from her phone against the floor. Her hands went behind her and she undid her bra. Her breasts dropped. He took it away and he held them up, felt their wonderful woman weight. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, her breaths grew deep and lustful again and he could feel her rocking against him very slightly. She was hungry. His seed streamed from her and his balls were freezing from the enormous wet that leaked from her and onto the sheets. He stiffened.

  She said, “What about what I just said about Dino?”

  “It’s the past. I don’t want to think about it. It hurts. The lies hurt but I know you suffered. The action doesn’t hurt somehow. The lies do...”

  “I could never tell you how sorry I am...enough you’d understand it…”

  “I know...now I want you to do it. I want it for you. My dick is harder than ever before. I love you when you’re dirty. Fuck Rocco. When you get home I’ll clean you up, make you feel better like when we were at school.”

  She started squashing against him, letting his returned hardness get deeper into her.

  “You like it don’t you? You want it...”

  “Yess-ss,” she said, still crying.

  “You do. I feel you do. You’re so fucking wet right now, Nia...”

  She gasped and ran her hands over his hands, squeezed them against her breasts. She panted while she fucked him, “I feel you do too...I feel it in you. You want this so bad...”

  “I do, Nia, I love you and you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t give you what you want, not all the time. Get it. Get what you want. I want it as badly as you...”

  “Ah, Geoff.”

  Her phone chimed again, she laughed.

  “Think your friends would imagine this is where you are right now?”

  She shook her head, she was off somewhere, somewhere in the clouds. He had her close. He felt invincible. He was doing it to her. Maybe he wouldn’t scare her and hurt her and give it to her rough but he could do it. Maybe he didn’t blow the top off her skull like some of her other lovers but he was learning. He was going to do it right now. He could read it on her pained but vacant face. That would be twice in fourteen years. Terrible record. But it was twice in two months. He was learning. And if he could make her scream and wail every time? Fuck, what a thought.

  He bucked her off, knocked her to the mattress next to him. He pinned her chest to the bed and hissed in her ear, “What do you want to do to Rocco...tell me...”

  “Mm, ow, Geoff.”

  He squeezed her thighs together and he straddled her, pushed his rock hard cock down to her crack with the tips of his fingers.

  “Tell me...”

  “I want to suck him...”

  He found her pussy and he slid himself into her easily.

  “Ohh-oh, ow, you’re so hard, baby...”

  “You’re going to suck him?”

  “Mm, yeah, I want to taste his big cock...”

  “Shit, Nia,” he pressed her neck into the pillows with the blade of his forearm and he reached to her front and shoved his hand down between her and the sheets.

  “That what you think about?”

  “Yeah,” she squeaked.

  “You think about what his cock tastes like?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped again.

  “You sit in the truck and think about that?”

  “I try not to...ow, Geoff.”

  He found her wet flesh, she was sopping and hot, stretched with his entry. He rubbed through her folds and she moaned. He fucked her from behind, sliding in deep and short strokes. He got a hold of her button and he twisted it.

  “Ah, Geoff, you’re hurting me.”

  “Tell me...”

  “I want to...ah...suck his cock. Ah, get off, Geoff. Get off...”

  She meant it. He was hurting her. He was hurting her and he was not the kind of man who could do that. He felt instantly stupid. He got off her, he kissed her bare back. She rubbed her neck. She rolled over.

  He looked at her, guilty. She was naked, moonlight slashed across the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. Soft woman breasts, nipples hard, clenched and dark, her ridged tummy, the smooth lines of her ribs. She was thirty-two and she had bore his child and she was perfect. Her legs fell apart, he saw the pulse of her mound, her shaved bare flesh, her wet furrows, already parted. He came to her and she put her arms around his back. He entered her, she gasped.

  “Oh, Geoff. Fuck me,” her voice a breathy fantastic whisper across his cheek. He fucked her. Made love to her. Gently and passionately, giving her every bit of him, in and out, kissing and touching and loving. He built her up again, built her to a high point. The top of a ladder, her chest heaving, her breath sharp rasps, she hitched a leg up and climbed over. She didn’t scream, she didn’t wail, she didn’t even toss her hair around—but she came. She squeaked and moaned and bit her lips and her sweet pussy milked him, clamped on him like a fist. Her hips swivelled against his, her belly squirming along his as she danced the rest of her orgasm out of herself. She inhaled deep til her ribs were full, then she softly exhaled. Her eyes opened and she smiled. Smiled, but there was something else there and he didn’t like it.

  NIA

  She’d met Geoff at a social after class at the Student Centre. They were both in Logic and they shared the same tutorial. She liked his face. He was funny. But she’d never talked to him, one on one, until he was randomly sitting one day across from her at the Yogen Fruz on campus. Both of them were alone and she went and sat with him. They spent the rest of the day together and she’d never met someone before who was easier to get along with. They ended up walking across campus and he took her to Black Creek Pioneer Village and it was a beautiful fall day. They had cider, pet horses, sat and talked and watched the blacksmith. Good clean fun. She didn’t fall in love with him. Not right away. She spent the first three months flip-flopping over whether he was gay or not. What with the Art and all. She was pretty sure he was gay. She was happy she had a gay friend. Turned out he wasn’t thoug
h. Just a good guy and an awesome human being.

  She lay now with him resting his head against her, two loads of his cold semen leaking out of her. He was her husband and she was mad at him and she shouldn’t be. She blamed him for what happened in the parking lot. She had no interest in that kid. She didn’t need that shit. She looked down at him, his sleepy face pressed to her belly. The whole cab ride home she cursed his weakness, wished he was more of a man. But then he wouldn’t be Geoff. She ran her fingers through his hair. He would let her fuck a real man. Then come home to him. She should be grateful for that.

  He wasn’t the best lover. He could do the trick every once in a while. He was always fun. He might have made her come tonight. She didn’t know if she faked it or not. It was like she had lost her hold on it. Maybe it happened. It was warm and wet whatever it was but she wanted Geoff to know how much he meant more than she wanted that orgasm so she moaned and moved, squeezed him and squeaked and gasped. Maybe she did come.

  She thought she’d given all that up—all her badness. The things from the past, the things that made—

  Geoff’s phone rang, antique phone sound coming from the bedside table. She knew who it was. Geoff grunted and climbed over her and picked up his phone, looked at her, said, “Ang.”

  She didn’t know what to say. He didn’t hesitate, he answered. She covered her mouth with her hands and listened as he kneeled on the bed with the phone pressed to his cheek, wearing just a T-shirt and his junk hanging between his legs below it.

  “Yeah? Yeah...she’s here...she’s here, she’s safe, she’s fine, she just got home...I know...” he listened for a moment, looked down at her and smiled. Then, “I don’t know how you could be so mean to her...uh-huh, she’s your friend...she’s so upset. How could you do that? It’s Nia. She was talking to him, what do you think she was doing? She’s my wife, I know her, she didn’t do anything...she took a cab all the way home...you ever ask her if she wanted him in there...ever ask her if maybe she needed help...no, she’s fine. She didn’t have a good night and you two should have helped her instead of...uh-huh, instead of hurting her...no, she doesn’t want to talk right now...it’s late, Ang. Right, right, I know, I love you too...I’ll tell her.” He hung up.

  He put his phone down on his pillow, said, “I think the tables have turned.” He lowered himself next to her and she put her hands on his bearded cheeks and didn’t know what to say. Geoff always made everything better. She needed him. He always made her feel good, always made her feel right. He was the best.

  He put his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. He sighed and she tucked her head up under his chin and scratched his chest lightly with her nails. She closed her eyes and wanted to fall asleep with him like this. Geoff’s breath turned to a light snore but she just couldn’t sleep. She was going to fuck Rocco. She was going to fuck him in Montreal and she couldn’t wait.

  Part III

  Montréal

  9

  Of Roots And Pipes

  Thursday, June 29th

  NIA

  The girl couldn’t have been more than twenty. She was long and lanky and didn’t have an ounce of fat on her frame. Her breasts were small but perky, upright, and when she’d bring her arms together she’d make a cleavage and they all noticed. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, ice blue bikini; face was plain but she’d put on lip gloss. With everything she was revealing no one had time to look at her face anyway. All eyes trying to sneak a peek at her bare skin as she lay on her front on a glossy teak lounger by the side of the pool while two of Rocco’s crew pretended to watch Rocco work.

  They were in Aurora, at this huge house nestled on a wooded two-acre lot. A grey brick Gothic revival, probably, like, 7,000 square feet. Tennis court, concrete pool, hot tub, a waterfall that cascaded into the pool, landscaping galore. Dragon had done all the landscaping and built the pool. Nia was standing on the deck in the shade out of the sun. It was scorching hot. There was a tree over the pool, a huge old oak with branches that reached right out over the crystal clear water. Rocco had said it was probably the roots that kept fucking up the guy’s pipes, had warned him when they put it in but the wife was adamant about working that old tree into the design.

  While everyone else had their eyes on the girl, Nia had hers on Rocco. She suspected the young girl in the bikini did as well. He had his shirt off so he could climb into a tunnel dug under the intricate brick work walkway that edged the pool. The guys had a listening device that could detect underground leaks in the pipes and they found where the homeowner was losing his water. They’d dug out a tunnel to get to the pipe but it was in a bend and none of the two that were on the crew could get the pipe apart. Nia and Rocco had been doing a bid in Newmarket and Rocco left them hanging on the radio, didn’t respond. When he showed up they went ghost white. They hadn’t known he was nearby.

  They made all sorts of excuses about the bend, how the torch wouldn’t work, how this, how that…he didn’t respond. Anyone who knew him knew he was pissed and if there wasn’t that girl on the lounger twenty feet away he’d have kicked the shit out of them. He’d stripped his shirt off. He was wearing a black polo with the Dragon logo and they had other visits in the afternoon. He’d ripped it up over his head, wordless, muscles jostling as he went, his face pinched to a fearsome frown. These guys were going to be fucked tonight when they got back in. He handed her his shirt and she smelled it, trying not to look like she was smelling it, shaking it out then loosely folding it and inhaling deeply while she did.

  This was the first time she’d seen him with his shirt off. He was trimmer than she thought. Or maybe he normally lost some of that fat in the season, running around and working. When she’d first seen him he’d been coming out of hibernation like a big grizzly bear.

  His shoulders were massive, big round striated globes that bulged and flexed while he moved. His arms were huge, she wouldn’t be able to get her hands anywhere near around them. He was thick-waisted but his lats were so wide and developed that it looked narrow. She watched the bulging muscles of his back squirm around while he got together all the things he’d need to take into the tunnel with him. He was hot shit, that was for fucking sure. Now that she’d told Geoff, she let herself indulge, let her eyes pore over him like it was her hands. She took in every masculine bit of him, his big chest, the thick neck, the flaring traps, the dragon tattoos that went up his arms…she saw now they went across his very hairy chest too and over the upper right corner of his back. He’d just had a haircut and he’d got a shave along his neckline and up the sides making him look intimidating and military.

  The daughter was watching as well. She got it. He was no pretty boy, but he was a stud. The girl was hiding behind her expensive black sunglasses but the head tilt told Nia all she needed. He had another fan in the backyard this afternoon. Then he was down in the hole, climbing into a narrow human-sized tunnel too small for his threatening bulk. He was on his back, working away under there, taking the pipe apart, putting in a new section. His lower half was out of the hole.

  He’d lost weight, she could see it in his belly. Still smooth, but definitely trim. Looking good. He had a trail of thick hair that scored a ragged line under his belly button and worked under the button of his jeans. She could see an obscenely distinct outline of his cock. His jeans were loose fitting but the way he was laying in the dirt had pulled them up and made a tight pocket and she could see the rough shape of him there. He was very thick.

  She looked away before she was noticed, looked around at the landscaping, the banks and tiers, the custom-shaped waterfall with the tropical looking plants over it. There was a cabana done in the teak that matched the loungers. Half of it was a pump room where all the pool equipment was stored.

  She turned to one of the guys, leaning on a shovel dumb-eyed and trying to look sideways at the blonde in the bikini, said, “You turned off that pump, right?”

  He jumped, flinched, and made to move to the cabana, then stopped, rolled his eyes
up to think, said, “Yeah, shit, yeah, it’s off…”

  She’d scared the shit out of him. If Rocco cut that pipe and got blasted with water that customer’s daughter watching from the sidelines would not save them.

  NIA

  “Those two are fuckin idiots,” Rocco said. He had his arms out from his body standing in the brick driveway of the mansion while Nia brushed him off with a towel he kept in the truck. The double doors of the truck were open, and they stood in their shade and she walked around behind him, brushing all the dirt from the tunnel off his sexy, wide back.

  She said, “Yeah, and they give up easy.” She stood on her tip-toes, running her hands along his shoulders, flicking little bits of rock off him with the backs of her fingernails.

  “What’s next?” he asked her, shrugging his tight polo down over his massive frame.

  He relied on her now for a lot of scheduling. On top of the bookkeeping she’d taken up the appointment scheduling and coordinating with the secretary back at the office so that Rocco didn’t have to do that all himself. He was such a control freak she didn’t mind the extra work because it showed she had his trust. “Snowball,” she reminded him, “bid on a 18x32.”

  He rolled his eyes as he straightened the collar on his shirt and she reached up and helped him. He said, “All right, let’s get fuckin goin…”

  When they were back in the truck and heading down Bathurst with the AC cranked she said, “That girl couldn’t keep her eyes off you.”

  “Who? That little bikini girl?”

  “She watched you the whole time.”

  “Mm-hmm,” he grunted. “I’d break her in two.”

  “You probably would.”

  “You thought Dino was big.”

  “Ha. Oh boy…” she laughed out loud. “Is that what you meant?”