by KT Morrison
“Yeah—Dino said you liked it.”
“I did,” she agreed absently, not liking the conversation now.
“You’d like mine better.”
“You heard I’m married, Rocco?” she laughed, “You remember that guy you met I told you was my husband?” She could hear her own girlishness in her laugh, practically encouraging him.
“I know. I also heard you made out with a stripper at Donna Vitolo’s bachelorette party.”
Her heart stopped and the glands in her neck seemed to swell up instantly and her ears started to ring. She could feel her neck and face go hot. “You fuckin…what?” She felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach.
She looked over at him, saw his mean, smirking face. He said, “I heard you made out with a stripper is all.”
“Who…who told you that?”
He laughed, then his mouth closed in a smile, eyes on the road. “A little birdie told me that.”
Her mouth hung open, she croaked, “Holy fuck. What is wrong with people, I didn—”
“Hey, I’m just saying…if you’re looking for a little on the side, you know...”
“I’m not looking for a little on the side, Rocco, you’re my boss, what the...I fuckin...that guy...we were just talking...” her voice had got high and panicked.
“I catch my wife talking to some stripper in her car for twenty minutes there’s two people goin to the fuckin hospital.”
“He was, we were talking, he wanted to…he’s going to school for, uh, bookkeeping…”
“Uh, bookkeeping…” he laughed, mocking her stumble, acting like he’d caught her in her lie. He had, but he didn’t know he had.
“Ah, fuck off,” she hissed and she pounded the underside of her fist against his big bare arm. He was solid and hard and he laughed it off.
She poked him in the side and he flinched, then poked him up at his neck between his shoulder. He flinched again, yelled, “Hey, okay! You wanna fuckin crash?”
She’d been mad, being playful, acting playful, but poking him to hurt him too. “Well, stop teasing me about something that didn’t happen. That’s not even close to funny...”
“All right, okay. Maybe nothing happened. But I was Geoff I’d keep a good eye on you.”
“Hey, Rocco. Look at me, okay? I love Geoff. What happened in that car…wasn’t my doing, understand?”
He frowned. “Seriously?”
“I didn’t want him in my car.”
“What the fuck?” he said and his face got pinched and mean.
“Right? You get it?”
He didn’t respond but she saw the round muscle in the corner of his jaw flex and jump over and over again. His neck went red.
“You know me…you think that sounds like me? With some stripper? Okay?”
His tongue ran over his teeth under his lips and his brow dropped very low. His hands squeezed the wheel.
She’d met Ang for coffee on Monday night. She drove to Vaughan Mills and met her there at the Spice Espresso Bar. They had a couple of Cortados each and an hour and a half later they hugged, Ang’s eye’s were wet (so were Nia’s), and she was sure they’d left it resolved.
Ang had said they’d been frantic when she drove off. Didn’t know where she went, didn’t know she’d parked her car and took a cab. Had one of the girl’s boyfriends out driving around looking for her. Found her car at the Petro-Can. They were freaking out. The hotel room packed with ten girls all wide awake now, all going crazy with what might have happened. Ten girls who heard what Ang and Donna saw. That boyfriend had gone out with a flashlight and walked up and down the field out back of the gas station where she’d left her car, calling her name out. That’s eleven people. Eleven heard that she’d been alone with the stripper in her car. She’d told Ang that he’d forced himself on her. She’d said he didn’t assault her but she said she was afraid. He got in the car with her and she was frightened. The napkins? Tears. She’d been crying because she was relieved he was gone.
Angie didn’t argue. It was possible. Angie also remembered old Nia and it wasn’t the craziest thing ever that she would do that—not something so trashy maybe...but fucking a hot guy? That was something Nia had done may times before.
“And tell your brother to keep his fuckin mouth shut about what I liked and didn’t like. Less he wants me to do the same...there’s lots I could tell too...”
Rocco burst out laughing, open mouthed, that frown disappearing. He loved it. He said, “Ay, go on, I’m all ears...” He burst out again, getting worked up at the possibilities.
10
Lake Mishigekegwag
Saturday, July 1st
GEOFF
Nia had perfect teeth. They were a brilliant white, of even size, her incisors and canines perfectly spaced. Her gumline was healthy and well-formed, undulating half-moon scoops of pink flesh that glistened with her saliva. She flossed twice a day, she used Scope twice a day, brushed at least twice a day. Her lips were curled back in a gentle passionate snarl and he watched her mouth tremble. No lipstick, just her dry but plump vermilion scrolled back from her wet mouth. She hissed breath lightly through her teeth in sharp high pitch surges, a dry sound over the greasy battery-powered motor. He was laying on their bed propped up on an elbow, head in palm, his other hand holding six inches of the seven-inch chrome vibrator inside of his wife. It was set on speed three and he was watching her face, studying it with intense scrutiny as she was about to come.
She had both of her hands around his wrist, lightly holding him in place as her hips moiled against the metalized plastic intrusion. They were under the covers, the sun had come up and it dropped a sharp-edged sunny rectangle across the white cotton duvet. Her bare feet poked out under the bottom hem and he knew her blood red painted toes were curling.
Her breasts were clutched forward, half of her nipples revealed along the sewn edge of the cover. They were a soft pinkish brown, not rock hard, but pleasantly tumid. Her soft flesh quivered with her imminent release.
So, this lovely creature, this magnificent fairy, was looking to get it rough. He was scared by that. She was so thin and feminine, he thought of her as elegant, why would she be attracted to such harsh treatment? And what did she consider rough? Her revelation had devastated him. But in the greatest way. Somewhere inside him he knew that this was who she was. Those nights twelve years gone, his arms around his friend while they ate and watched TV, were tinged with a knowledge: this was her safe space. Her Geoff-space. Her Geoff-space was warm and protective and it kept her from harm. She felt good there. But really, while he was kind and oh-so-good to her, there was a greater reason she needed his refuge—it was the disparity of the world outside his safe-space walls to the one within. When Nia was out there it was wild and it was passion and it was danger and it was pain. He always felt that, and sometimes she would tell him a little, just a little, preferring to keep the lid only cracked—he could see the shine but not the light. She kept that hidden. Maybe she was ashamed of who she was in some ways.
Her revelation that night on the way home from Innisfil had opened the lid just a tad more. Geoff wanted to peek in and see, really see what was in there. But maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe she wasn’t ready for it to be seen either…
She moaned softly now, delicate vibrations in her throat and nose, her breath trailing the lightest squeak as she exhaled. She was exquisite. The tendons of her neck flexed, a vein pulsed, one in her hairline too. Her teeth parted and he could see her glistening pale pink tongue in there, pressed down, tip curled slightly to a wide point. Her breath was held…she trembled. A creak like a tin can across gravel from the back of her throat…she exhaled, gasped and panted.
“Did you come?” he whispered to her softly.
She nodded, still softly gasping. Her hands came up from under the covers and she rubbed at her face and pushed her damp and sleep-stringy hair back over her ears. She looked satisfied, tired, her eyes watery. She whispered, “Are you hard?”
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�Yeah.” He withdrew the vibrator from her and she took it, turned it off, while he pulled his pyjama pants down. She climbed on top of him, her hair falling around his face. He blew it out of his mouth and nose. She kissed him. The tip of his cock pressed into her butt cheek and he tilted his hips so it fell into place. She eased herself onto him, wiggled so he slipped inside her. She was hot inside, hot and slippery. “Oh, Nia,” he groaned.
She fucked him. Did all the work. Rode him, his hardness all she needed. Her mouth pressed to his and her fingers locked through his fingers. Her pussy was tight and their union made soft sucking noises in the quiet sunny bedroom.
“Nia…tell me what rough is,” he panted.
“What?” she squeaked.
“I want to know what you think is rough.”
She kept thrusting, her face was clenched. She shook her head no.
“Why not?”
“I just…mm…don’t.”
“No lies, remember…”
“Doesn't mean I have to tell you…”
She kissed him to shut him up. Her lips clamped on his and he let her keep his hands pinned up over his head, happy to have her ride his hard cock like this. He flexed his rump, flexed his cock for her, she gasped again, feeling the surge of his already hard flesh swell even larger inside her.
“You’re gonna get it…rough?”
“I am…” she said, humping him faster.
“You think Rocco can give you what you want?”
“He can…I know he can.”
“But you have to tell me—”
“I know Geoff, I know, I will…”
“Why can’t you tell me now…”
“You’re asking me to…mmm…tell you something…ah…deep…personal—it’s not the same as…telling you about…oh…events that happened…”
“I get it, Nia, I understand…Nia?”
“What?”
“What if I—what if I wanted to…watch you?”
“Watch me with another man?” she gasped.
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“I don’t know—but what do you think?”
She smiled suddenly as if she were picturing it. Her eyes were closed and her wet lips stretched wide, the corners curling up. Her head tilted up, way up, her shut eyes looking to the skies.
“You’re thinking about it,” he laughed
“Yeah, I am.”
“What do you think?”
“I think it’s fucking…”
“Fucking what, Nia?”
“Hot, Geoff. You want to…unh…watch me?”
“I would fucking love to watch you…”
“Oh, Geoff, that’s so fucking amazing…hot…but…I don’t know…agh” she squeaked up high at the end as she came again, her face contorted and she showed him her snarling white-toothed face. Her head whipped forward, slashing him with her hair. He gripped her shoulders, her face fell to the crook of his neck, breathed hot panting billows against him, hardened his nipples as he thrust himself into her, hard and fast. He was so close and he focussed on a singular image of her face as he’d just seen it, twisted in orgasmic ecstasy but there was an enormous powerful fist gripped behind her neck, clutching a handful of her raven hair, the hairs plucked painfully from that sensitive wispy part at the beautiful nape of her neck, he could hear it rip, like velcro, she cried in pain and he knew she was coming, knew that hand was attached to a man that was six-foot-five, three hundred pounds of muscle and his massive throbbing vein-squiggled cock was tearing Nia’s pink membranes…
“Arrgh, agh,” he roared and he sent his come into her in forceful spurts. He bucked and humped and she gasped, clawed her nails on his shoulders. He clenched her, wanting to do it harder, feeling it wasn’t his role, softening then, his straining grip turning to a coddling squeeze as he felt the last ticklish surges spread the hole of his penis inside her. He lay gasping underneath her, both his hands each clasped on a firm slim butt cheek. He felt their shape under his palm, gently hefting and caressing. He could feel himself still leaking inside her, his wetness slipping out and dripping onto his pubic patch and slipping down his creases, tickling him.
“Love you,” he sighed.
She pecked his cheek, sighed a laugh and slipped herself off him, fell next to him on the bed.
“Uhh, wow, what time is it?” she sighed and put a forearm across her brow in defence from the sun sliding higher up the bed now.
“I don’t know...seven?” he said to the ceiling.
“We should start getting ready,” she said. Her hand went between her legs, feeling how wet she was. She rolled and grabbed her T-shirt she’d been wearing before he’d started with her this morning when they first woke. She was very receptive and she’d taken a real liking to the toy he’d brought home for her. She plopped back next to him, wriggled into him until their shoulders touched and she clamped her T-shirt between her legs. He reached down and pulled the duvet up to cover her bare breasts in case Odele wandered in. She kept one long leg stuck out to the side. It was hot in the bedroom this morning. First of July, Canada Day, and they had great weather in the forecast for their trip up to cottage country to celebrate with Rocco and his family.
“Hey, Nia?”
“What?”
“You think it’s okay…that Rocco is married?”
She sighed, her hand came up and she scratched it through his thick hair. “That’s who it’s going to be, Geoff. He’s a big boy and he can make his own decisions. I’m not going to take him against his will. If Jenny from Evergreen threw her pussy at you would you catch it?”
“What? Nia, no…”
“She’s very pretty, don’t you think?”
“She…is.”
“She is Geoff, she has a perfect face. You two would make a very hot couple.”
“We would?” he laughed.
“Yeah, same skin colour and hair. But if she threw it at you, just cleared her desk one afternoon and laid on it and spread her legs for you, pulled her panties down and showed you her opening, what would you do?”
“You know.”
“Yeah, I do know. You’d be very polite, tell her no, but then try and make her feel okay about it. Tell her she’s very special and you’re flattered. How if you weren’t so in love with your wife you would be honoured to make love to her. Right?”
“Yeah.”
“Take her out for lunch and make sure she was all right, make sure things were still cool between you and her feelings weren’t hurt.”
“I wouldn’t want her to be embarrassed for taking her panties down. That’s a big move, it would have been hard for her…”
She laughed. “That’s so fucking you, Geoff.”
“So?”
“So, I love it. I fucking love it. You are the most rock-solid guy I’ve ever known. You make the right choices. You live your life the way you want. So does Rocco. So does his wife. She knew who she married. If he can stray he will stray. At least I’m not going to run off with him.”
“Yeah, but he has kids…”
“Geoff, we’re just going to fuck…that’s all. I’m not going to tell his wife…he’s not…are you?”
“No, of course—”
“It’ll just be sex.”
GEOFF
Rocco’s cottage was about fifteen minutes north of Haliburton on Lake Mishigekekgwag. It was a two-and-a-half hour drive out of the city and they left at just before ten. They’d made love, showered together, made bacon and eggs for breakfast, sat and ate with Odie, got the car packed and got an early start. One stop along the way, Odie needing a bathroom break, whining for one. They stopped at a McDonald’s in Beaverton. Geoff was bursting, so was Nia, and she took O into the girls’ and he was out first and got himself a coffee. Nia drove the last half of the trip.
Now they were at the end of a winding rural road, nothing their GPS could help them with, turning onto a side road marked with a pole with about a dozen last names on it. Names on fancy little wooden signs, s
ome elaborate, some simply hand-painted, all just a name and an arrow. Left or right. The Dragonieri name was written in black paint on a white wooden arrow that pointed left.
They followed that gravel road, looking at the cottages along their left side, all of them with a high view down over the lake. At the end of the drive they came to three driveways bunched together, fanning out to wide pie-shaped lots. Some sort of rocky peninsula or point that jutted out onto the lake. Rocco’s was the one in the middle. Not a cottage how he’d pictured it, the simple sort of wood-sided two-bedroom cabin retreats (sometimes with the added luxury of a bunkie) that some of his friends’ parents had and that he’d occasionally visit over the summer. This was a second home in cottage country. A sprawling cedar-sided compound, three angled boxes built into the landscape at different heights with panoramic windows and vaulting peaked slate roofs. One great wide stone chimney ran the centre of the highest point.
“This is his cottage? What the fu—hey, what the hey?” he said, giving a little glance at Odie in his periphery, thinking he got away with it.
“Yeah, it’s nice, eh?” Nia said, looking up at it like he was.
She drove down the paved dip that came to a parking area around the front entrance of the home. They caught glimpses of the bright blue lake, the choppy water with winking white sunlight. Geoff saw an inflatable bouncy castle on the water down there, half a dozen kids in swimsuits crawling over it. There was a dock that extended far into the lake, bending three different times, and a sporty looking boat and two jet skis.
“How much does he make, Nia?”
“Bills over four million a year. I don’t know what his personal is like, really, but he takes home mid-six, year to year. Ten percent of net.”
“Half a million?”
She nodded. “A little under that. Plus, the business, you know, handles a lot of his expenses.”
“Thanks to you.”
“Those are his decisions,” she laughed. “I just keep track for him.”
Geoff got closer to the windshield, looked up at all the tall trees as Nia parked the car.
