Casey pounced on me with clear eagerness as she pushed me onto the bed. “I’ve been waiting to do this all day,” she said. She slipped her tongue between my parted lips and we kissed deeply and passionately. Piece by piece, Casey stripped me naked, then she took off her own clothes like she was doing a striptease.
I could’ve fondled Casey’s breasts all night long. Instead, I kneaded her delicious breasts and rubbed my fingertips against her tight nipples in a circular motion. I kept going and going until she moaned with pleasure and pulled my hair, looking for an outlet for her desire. I wanted to surprise her, to try something new, but it was clear to me that she was taking the lead tonight.
Casey reclaimed my mouth with hers and bit my lip in that sexy way of hers. She pulled away, leaving me wanting more, and moved her head slowly until her breath was fresh on my ear. “Show me what you can do with that tongue,” she whispered. Her seductive voice was enough to send me into a frenzy of bliss.
I kissed my way down Casey’s warm, naked skin, stopping at her plump mounds to give them extra attention. I pressed my lips against her abdomen and slowly made my way between her legs. When I reached the lips of her pussy, I began to lick them as if I was tenderly licking her mouth. She moaned and her juices began to flow. I ran my tongue over her clit and sucked on it, rubbing my soft lips all over it to stimulate her pleasure. When she arched her back and wrapped her legs around my head, I penetrated her with my tongue.
She let out a long, satisfied moan. I played with her most sensitive area with my tongue, and she pushed my head in further, further until I tasted deep within her. I teased her with my tongue, moving it slowly up and down. Her soft, slow moans kept me revved up until I decided it was time for the main event.
Casey got down on all fours at the foot of the bed, and I thrust inside her from behind. I arched into her as I exerted all my energy into moving back and forth, faster and faster. Placing my hands in the small of Casey’s back, I moved deeper into her. “Oh, oh, oh,” Casey cried. It was music to my ears. I eased myself further into her until her pleasure point was reached.
She shuddered as orgasm after orgasm began to rush through her body. Her climax thrilled me and I thrust in, one final, powerful time. With that, my cock exploded in pleasure, sending strong surges of cum into her pussy. She felt me pouring into her and the feeling sent a fresh wave of orgasms through her.
We collapsed into one another, trying desperately to reclaim our breaths. It had been a long time since we’d been able to enact such pleasure without the interruption of the baby crying. I’d missed it immensely.
Chapter 37
Casey
I stared out the window on the drive back home, wondering how my life had turned out quite this good. Less than a year ago, I was a lonely, underpaid receptionist who longed for a family of my own. Now, I had an incredible, sexy husband, a gorgeous little girl, and a job I actually enjoyed going to each day. On top of that, my relationship with my husband was strong, our sex life was incredible, and we went on tons of exciting adventures.
I was sitting in a car that probably cost more than three years’ worth of rent at my old apartment, driving to a house ten times the size. Of course, this new reality was about so much more than money, but I couldn’t deny that the newfound financial security took tremendous stress off of me. It was a relief not having to check my bank account three times a week to make sure enough rent money was there. Alexander had taken over all of the finances, and I was beyond grateful for that. Though some people had casually brought up the idea of me not needing to work at all, what with Alexander’s business booming, that was a thought that I’d never even considered. The housewife life just wasn’t for me. The mom and wife life? I was happy to live it.
“Babe, where’s your head at?” Alexander asked.
“Right here,” I said. I turned toward him and kissed his prickly cheek. “With you and Madeleine, the best anniversary presents I could ever ask for.”
We spent the remaining half hour of the car ride listening to the ‘80s rock music I had finally gotten Alexander to love. When we finally pulled up in the driveway to the gorgeous stone house I still couldn’t believe was mine, I ran to see Madeleine. She had only been in my life for three months, but she was the missing puzzle piece to my perfect family. Even a single night apart from her was difficult. Of course, having my hot husband with me had made things a bit easier, but it was still nice to be home.
In the living room, Madeleine was fast asleep on Katie’s lap. Katie mouthed me a “Hi!” as I went over to greet them. As soon as I got within a few steps, Madeleine’s eyes shot open.
“Well, at least I tried,” Katie said with a laugh. “This girl has got some serious mom radar. She’s been a little cranky this morning.”
“Oh no!” I said. I picked up Madeleine and held her up in the air. In my baby voice, I added, “Are you being a little cranky-pants this morning?”. Like something from a movie, my baby’s eyes suddenly lit up as she let out a smiling coo. She moved her little hand all over my face.
“Or maybe she just missed her mommy,” Katie said. She showed me a smile that told me she sincerely believed that.
“Thank you for everything, Katie,” Alexander said. He emerged from the foyer with our suitcase. “I’m sure you probably had better things to do this weekend than change diapers, so we really appreciate you helping out.”
“Of course! It was my pleasure. I love little miss Madeleine!” We said our goodbyes and Alexander walked her to the door.
I looked down in my arms at the twelve-pound human who had become my whole world. “Mommy loves you so much, Maddie girl,” I said. I walked her into the kitchen and took a seat at the center island.
The outfit she was wearing belonged on a baby fashion runway. She had on a sparkly pink onesie with the cutest little distressed baby jeans and jacket. A pair of ruffle socks completed the look. A thought struck my mind. “Alexander?”
“What’s up, babe?” Alexander called. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, and he emerged beside me.
“I don’t remember buying this outfit,” I said. I realized that this clueless man of mine probably didn’t know any more about it than I did, but it was worth a shot. “Any clue where it came from?”
Alexander blushed, an occurrence I’d only seen on a few rare occasions. “Actually, yes,” he said. “When I was jogging out by work last week, I saw this outfit in the window of a children’s boutique. I thought it would be adorable for Madeleine, so I went back the other day and bought it.”
“You really are something special, huh?” My heart turned to mush as I remembered this was the man I got to spend the rest of my life with. Alexander told me to go relax in the living room with Madeleine for a bit, a notion I decided was part of the anniversary festivities. My downtime had been greatly limited since Madeleine’s arrival, so I didn’t bother arguing with him.
After a few minutes of bouncing on my lap and alternating between crying and cooing, Madeleine’s eyelids slowly began fluttering. She was sleepy. Perfect timing, I thought. Nap time for both of us. I put Madeleine in her sleeper on the floor beside the couch and stretched out my legs. Pulling a blanket Alexander’s mom had crocheted over my tired body, I began to fall asleep.
The smell of fresh food—Italian, maybe? — wafted through the air and greeted my nostrils. It was definitely more pleasant to wake up to than my phone alarm or Madeleine’s crying. “What are you up to, Alexander?”
“Just putting together a little something for lunch,” Alexander said. “It should be ready in ten or fifteen.” I knew better than to believe his version of “a little something” was actually, in fact, little. To kill the time, I picked up Madeleine from her sleeper and rocked her back and forth in her favorite rocking chair, a gift from her Auntie Liana.
With a grumbling stomach and baby needing a bottle, I made my way into the kitchen. On the center counter was a cooling rack with cookies placed atop. As I got closer, I saw that the
y were my favorite cookies, white chocolate macadamia. “I can’t believe you made these!” I gushed.
I reached for a cookie, but Alexander playfully swatted my hand away. “Uh uh uh,” he said. “Those are for dessert. This is what’s for lunch.”
Alexander reached into the top oven— I still couldn’t get over that we had a top oven and a bottom oven—and pulled out a large casserole dish. In front of me, he held a gorgeous lasagna, coated with sauce and covered in bubbling cheese. My favorite.
“You’re the sweetest,” I said. The truth was, I felt a bit guilty. Alexander had become so accustomed to making sure I always had my favorites—my favorite meals, my favorite toothpaste brands, my favorite movies. I didn’t want him to ever think I took that for granted. “I feel bad, though. You always worry about my favorites! We can have some of your favorites sometimes, too!”
My handsome husband just smiled. “Your favorites are my favorites, because you’re my favorite.” He carried the lasagna over to the table as I grabbed the bottle he’d prepared for Madeleine and joined him.
“I have one more little surprise for you,” Alexander said. I couldn’t even begin to guess what it was, but I was willing to bet that it wasn’t small, as he’d suggested. In the few months we’d been married, his surprises had entailed everything from a pre-planned spa day to a birthday dinner for me at one of our favorite restaurants.
“Is that so?” I asked playfully. “You know how much I love surprises.”
Alexander drew in a breath loud enough to make me look up from my plate. “Well, this one is definitely coming out of left field,” he said. “And, if you don’t like it, no need to keep going with it.”
Color me intrigued. What sort of gift did I need to keep going with? Alexander got up from his chair, kissed Madeleine’s forehead, and walked over to the pass-through that connected the kitchen and living room. As he came closer to the table, my eyes were drawn to the neatly-wrapped gift box in his hands.
“I thought we agreed on no anniversary gifts,” I said, flustered.
I was both annoyed at Alexander for breaking our agreement and annoyed with myself for believing him, until he told me that it wasn’t an anniversary present. “This is a ‘just because’ gift,” Alexander explained. “I’d been waiting on it for a while, but it finally came in this week.” He paused. “Go ahead and open it.”
After removing the wrapping paper in a messy pile, I found what appeared to be a clothing box. Maybe it was a sweater from LOFT that I’d been hinting at for my birthday. That was the only guess I could come up with, but the box felt far too light to be any sort of clothing. “What is it?” I asked.
“Keep going,” Alexander said with a laugh.
I pulled the lid off the box to reveal and dark colored folder. Anticipation filling my mind, I flipped open the folder to find a small stack of papers in the right pocket. I struggled to fill my lungs with air as I recognized the logo on the top left corner of the first paper in the stack. Dear Mrs. Preston, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to our institution for the fall semester, in your selected major of Business: Marketing. As a transfer student…
Tears clouded my vision before I could read any further, and I searched for the words to offer to Alexander. “I’m… I’m going to college?” I asked.
“If you’d like to,” he said. His voice had notes of thoughtfulness and tenderness. “I know you’re upset you never finished your degree, so I figured I would get your transcripts from your school and send out some applications for you as a transfer student. This is just the first one we’ve, well, you’ve, heard back from.”
I heard myself saying, “Oh my goodness”, over and over again, but it didn’t even feel as though my head was attached to my body. I couldn’t have predicted that I’d ever have the opportunity to go back to school, especially not as a new mother. “What about the office? My job?” I asked.
“We’ll make it work,” Alexander said. “They have some night classes, or you could cut back your hours at the company. Whatever makes you happy.”
“Wow,” I muttered. That was all I could really say to such a kind—and huge—gesture.
Alexander pushed his plate of lasagna to the side and reached for both of my hands. “Casey, I do want you to know something, though,” he said. “I love you the same, regardless of whether you have a college degree or not. If you do this, I want you to do it for you, not because you feel like you have to prove something to anyone.”
That sealed the deal for me. I wanted to do this, and I wanted to do it for me. I also wanted to do it for Alexander, and for our baby, and I decided that that was okay. I could live out all of my dreams at once. We got back to eating and flipped through the course guide as we munched on our lasagna.
That fateful day in the clinic felt like a lifetime ago, but I could still picture Alexander walking in like it was yesterday. The story was still crazy, even with the abridged version we’d told people who’d asked how we met. After all, if anyone had told me that I would make love to a stranger, get pregnant with his child, fall in love with him, and get my happily ever after, I would have sent them straight to the loony bin. Throw in a gorgeous house, a new love of camping, and a chance to go back to college, and forget about it!
But, here I was, with the most wonderful man I could ask for, a man so caring and warm and sensitive, a man who bought our daughter clothes and cooked my favorite meals and surprised me on a regular basis. We had a relationship that was strong and fun and sexy—more than I ever knew was possible. It was a new, modern kind of fairytale, and it was even better than I had dreamed.
First Time Lucky
CHANCE CARTER
Chapter 1
Shane
Mrs. Fairfax was explaining a concept on the board, a blur of numbers and lines that probably would have made sense to me if I were paying attention. I wasn’t. I wasn’t watching Mrs. Fairfax’s sweeping hand gestures, nor was I watching the slow ticking of the clock above the board, nor was I watching the rain cascade down the dirty window pane. The only spot in the room that received my full attention was one desk, three down from the front and two in from the side.
Dallas Keane’s desk.
She was leaning over her binder, paying almost as little attention to the lesson as I was. The hand holding her pen tapped out a rhythm against her other palm, and I wondered whether she was tapping out the beats of a song or if it was just some random pattern. Her shoulder length thick hair formed a silky curtain around her face. It caught the light and shimmered when she moved her head. I could watch her all day.
How long had I been in love with Dallas now? It felt like only yesterday that we were young kids, running around a school like this one only much smaller. She wasn’t like the other girls, who joined their snickering little circles and complained in high voices about how dirty and gross the boys were. I couldn’t blame them for it. We were dirty and gross. Dallas didn’t care though. She could often be found running in the back playground, long hair flying everywhere as she tried to escape the dreaded curse of being “it”.
I knew she was special back then because even when the people she called friends pretended I didn’t exist, Dallas was always there with a kind smile and a welcoming hand.
We were older now, and I didn’t crave kindness in the same way I used to when I didn’t understand how the world worked. There was still a light about her though, something that made me sit up and pay attention every time she opened her mouth to speak. I’d loved her since I first understood what love was, but never had the nerve to ask her out. I always reasoned that the time wasn’t right, that I’d give it another week, another month, another year. We were seventeen now, on the cusp of adulthood and graduation. My time was running out.
A knock sounded on the door and Mrs. Fairfax halted her lecture. The door cracked open to reveal two perky girls that I recognized from the student council.
“Hey Mrs. Fairfax,” said one of them, a tall, slender
thing with round glasses and a gummy smile. “Do you mind if we make a quick announcement about prom?”
The girls in the class immediately started tittering. This was news they did not want to miss.
Mrs. Fairfax smiled and welcomed the girls in, where they took up a spot at the front of the room and stared out at the waiting masses.
“Hey guys, we’re Becky and Gina from the prom committee,” said Gina, who I knew, from my biology class with her last semester, was an insufferable know-it-all.
Becky adjusted her glasses and stepped forward. “I know you’ve all been waiting anxiously for this year’s prom theme, and we’re delighted to announce that the wait is over.”
Gina took her spot next to Becky, clasping her hands in front of her. “This year’s prom theme is...” She smiled coyly. “Drum roll please.”
A few people in the class started drumming on their desks, Dallas included. Her hair was pushed back now, and I could see her mouth split into a wide grin. Seeing how excited she was for prom almost made me giddy too. I wasn’t a big fan of organized dances, especially ones with as much pageantry as a prom, but if Dallas was interested....
Becky flung her arms open above her head. “Midnight in Paris!”
The girls in the class started chattering amongst themselves, and I caught snippets of the conversations.
“So romantic!”
“...always wanted to go to Paris.”
“Do you think there will be cute French boys there?”
Someone jabbed a finger in my arm, and I looked over at my best friend, Jacob Rowland. He rolled his eyes back in his head and stuck a finger gun into his flaming red locks.
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