by Jenna Payne
“Well, I think it is time that I go home,” my mom announced.
“No, no, no Mom, you can’t drive like that. Stay the night,” I suggested.
“No, I’ll drive her. I only had a few sips. That wine was much too sweet for my taste,” my dad said. My mom clapped her hands together with finality.
“That settles it! I’ll ride home with your father!” my mom declared. I couldn’t stop smiling as I felt myself return to a little kid again, hoping that my parents got back together. But the adult that I am knew that they were probably just going to have drunk sex. Then I tried to get the disturbing imagery out of my head. My parents said their goodbyes and made their exit.
Cassie took one look at Hunter and I, because Margaret had long since cleaned up after dinner and went to bed, and announced that she too was going to bed. That left Hunter and I, all alone.
*****
And Then There Was You
We stood there for a few moments, glancing shyly at each other. My cheeks were warm from the wine and I felt light and carefree.
“You have amazing parents,” Hunter told me. I smiled.
“Yea, they are pretty amazing,” I agreed.
“If you don’t mind my asking, why aren’t they together?” Hunter asked me. My smile faltered.
“My father was unfaithful. They had never married, so when my mom found out, my dad just moved out. But after all of this time, they’ve never stopped loving each other,” I told him. Hunter nodded.
“That’s cute,” he said. Despite the wine, this was still pretty awkward and the tension was overwhelming. I took a step toward Hunter, looking up at him. “Simone,” he began, but I stopped him, placing a finger lightly over his lips. I already knew what he was about to say, and I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t care. I stepped even closer, never taking my eyes off of his. For the first time since I’d met him, Hunter actually looked nervous. Not even when he was talking to my father had he looked nervous.
“Don’t be nervous,” I reassured him, even though I was nervous my damn self. But I had had too much wine to care. Hunter took a shallow breath. I grabbed one of his hands and held it in mine. Then I grabbed the other. Hunter squeezed my hands and I squeezed his back. He leaned forwards and gently kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes as I moved his hand to place it on my chest so that he could feel my heartbeat. I let go of his other hand so that I could feel his heartbeat. They were both beating rapidly, but in sync. I smiled, but kept my eyes closed.
I took a deep breath and one more step closer until there was barely any space between us. I stood on my tiptoes until I could sense the closeness of our faces. I leaned forward until our lips softly touched, pressing them together. I felt electricity cross between us, travelling through everywhere that our bodies touched. Then we pulled back and opened our eyes, looking at each other. I closed my eyes again and kissed him once more, this time more hungrily, more passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, stroking his strong neck and then hesitantly touching his long dreadlocks, stroking his scalp. He wrapped me up in his strong arms, pulled me to him until there was nothing between except our clothes.
I parted my lips to wrap them around his, slipping my tongue into his mouth to caress his. I could taste the sweet wine on his soft tongue as I suckled it. Hunter ran his hands up and down my back and then down to rub and squeeze my booty. As he touched my butt, something within me awakened as though he had let the genie out of the lamp. Something between us had been turned all of the way up as we began making out with a ferocity. I had been yearning for this for a long time. I wanted Hunter and I wanted him right here, right now, in my kitchen. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his button, and unzipped his zipper until I freed what was contained within but desperately wanted to come out. I stroked his long thick cock between my hands as we kissed. Hunter moved his head down to my neck and began kissing and licking me as I moaned. I began to descend, but Hunter picked me up and placed me on the counter, pulling up my dress and burying his head between my legs. I cried out in ecstasy as his warm mouth lapped the juices that ran from my lips into his. Hunter squeezed my thighs and I grabbed his dreads, pulling his head deeper between my thighs.
Hunter slid his hands up my thighs, under my dress, up my sides and under my bra, squeezing my breasts and nipples. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I came hard into his mouth. My chest heaved and my body relaxed after the pleasurable release. Hunter looked up at me and stood up, his face glistening as he grinned.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” he admitted. I smiled back, biting my lip. I looked down at his cock, standing at full attention and pointing straight at me. I felt myself getting wetter just from looking at it. Hunter retrieved a condom out of thin air and I assumed he must have gotten it out while he was eating me out. I watched it as he slid it over his big juicy cock. I stared intently between our bodies as he slid his big juicy cock into my juicy dripping pussy. I threw my head back and moaned loud as he entered me. He went in slow, but deep and didn’t stop until he filled me. Hunter moaned too, gripping my thighs as he began to slowly slide back out.
“Oh my God!” Hunter roared, stroking so slow, driving me crazy with pleasure. I was in a frenzy. I began sliding myself up and down on his cock. Our rhythm got in sync as we stroked together. Hunter leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Let me hit it from the back. I want to see that glorious ass bounce on my cock.” I could feel and hear myself getting wetter. Hunter pulled out and I climbed down off the counter. I began walking seductively toward the living room, undressing along the way. Once I was naked, I climbed over the sofa and bent over, pushing my round ass up in the air. Without a moment’s hesitation, Hunter climbed inside me, thrusting deep until I gasped and gripped the couch cushions.
“Oh, Hunter! Damn!” I exclaimed. Hunter slapped my ass and leaned over my back.
He whispered in my ear, “What’s my name?!” He licked my earlobe. I began throwing my ass back, making it clap on his cock.
“Hunter!” I exclaimed. He slapped my ass again and we both moaned. I leaned back, forcing Hunter on his back until I was riding him reverse cowgirl, bouncing up and down on Hunter’s hard cock. Hunter spanked one cheek and then the other. I leaned forward, bouncing as he moaned. I slowed down and started grinding with Hunter deep inside me. With a loud moan from me and a mighty roar from Hunter, we came together. I climbed off and crawled onto the couch, but Hunter wasn’t through with me. He stood up, his cock as hard as ever, almost poked me in the eye. I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Hunter lifted me up and carried me into my room, tossing me onto my bed, before heading into the bathroom.
I lay there delirious, my body covered in sweat. I heard a flush and Hunter reemerged from the bathroom, sweat glistening on his tanned and toned body. I couldn’t help staring at his cock. It was impressive for more reasons than one.
“Do you have any condoms in here?” He asked me. I nodded and reached over into my nightstand drawer, retrieving a golden “ticket.” I ripped it open with my teeth, careful not to tear the condom and wigged it out of its wrapper. Hunter walked over to the edge of the bed, leading with his penis. I got down on my knees and was about to slide the condom on, but decided at the last minute to slide my lips on instead. I licked and rolled my tongue over the large head of his cock, slobbing and slurping until it was slippery enough to slide deep into my mouth, where it tickled my throat. I stuffed him inside my mouth until my forehead touched his abs. Hunter moaned and slapped my ass hard. My mouth watered and I arched my back, poking my ass up higher. Hunter reached over and slid his finger deep into my wet pussy and I moaned around his cock deep in my throat. With his free hand, Hunter grabbed a handful of my thick kinky hair and forced his cock deep into my mouth before pulling it out completely.
I unrolled the condom down onto him and then lay back on my bed with my legs spread. Hunter teased me then eased inside me, thrusting slow and deep, each time pulling it out all the way to the head a
nd then sinking back in deep. I moaned softly, arcing toward him as he suckled my hard nipples. Hunter crawled onto me. I wrapped my arms around him, running my nails down his strong, smooth back. He stroked me and kissed me. After all of that fucking, Hunter made love to me. He leaned back mid-stroke to just look at me.
“You are beautiful and I want to make love to you for the rest of my life,” he said. I smiled and pulled him back on top of me, planting a big juicy kiss on his beautiful lips. He pulled back again to look at me. “Simone, I’m serious. I love you,” he told me. I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say.
“Tell me when your penis is not inside me and I’ll believe you,” I told him. He laughed, making his cock jump inside me. We kissed and made love until we came together again and fell asleep on top of the covers, wrapped in each other’s arms. In Hunter’s arms, I felt complete. I did, in fact, feel loved. But unlike in the past, I felt safe. And there, half asleep in Hunter’s arms, I was inspired to write my next single, so I dragged my wobbly woe begotten self out of bed and into the studio to write.
THE END
Bonus Story 22 of 40
Saved By A SEAL Next Door
Blossom Talon
Blossom Talon finished her usual five mile run around the park and slowed to a stop near the water fountain. She paced with her hands on her hips taking deep breaths and turning to catch the light breeze coming across the park.
She was wearing blue sweats that always ended up making her too warm. The reason she covered up with such loose clothes was because her neighbors found her sexier figure offensive when she wore skimpier clothes; at least according to her friend Lisa.
“Navy wives are pretty conservative, Blossom,” Lisa had said. “They consider it lewd behavior for a widowed wife to be, uh, flaunting her body in a half top and shorts while jogging. I know, it does not make a lot of sense, but it might make it easier to get along with the neighbors if you wear your sweat suit while you jog,” Lisa had told her.
True enough, after changing to sweats people had become friendlier when she was out jogging or walking from the store. They actually began talking to her and smiling. She would never understand people, they were an alien concept to her. She had no control over her genes and how she was shaped and she did not see how trying to stay healthy was a cause for other people’s concern.
She got her breathing back and took a few sips of water from the water fountain. It was cold and just what she needed. She paced a few more times and did some cool down stretches. She wondered again about her life and what she was going to do with it.
She was a twenty four year old widow living in a naval community outside of Annapolis Maryland. At eighteen she had married her high school sweetheart, mostly because it was expected of her. He was in the Navy and with the help of her inheritance they had bought a house. Shortly after that, he got shipped overseas to Afghanistan. He was there for a short time and was killed in an attack that took place in the Hindu Kush. So before she was nineteen years of age she was a widow.
It became worse because she was also pregnant. A month after she received news of his death, she had a miscarriage. It had been a horrendous time and she had retreated into herself to deal with it. The deaths of first her young husband and then her baby in such short succession had been a one-two punch that had almost taken her down. She pulled through though and had since been living her life rebuilding herself from the inside out.
She had recently begun to feel restless and lonely. She wanted a partner but was not sure how to go about it. Especially in this more uptight neighborhood where everyone watched everyone else because they had nothing better to do.
Blossom knew it was unfair to blame the women in the neighborhood. Most of their men were overseas and they were constantly looking for something to occupy themselves from the fact that any of them could get a visit from two Navy officers in a car, telling them their husband had died.
It had happened two weeks earlier four doors down from her house. She had gone out to get her mail and seen the official car pull up in front of Mrs. Lansbury’s home and she knew what it was about. Other soldiers’ wives had come out because they had seen the car too and within an hour they were consoling the devastated woman. Blossom had heard that she was going to move back to her parents in the mid-west.
Blossom often wondered if she should sell the house and pick up stakes. Except she did love her little house and her few friends. So she had not settled on the idea as a firm option yet. She shook her head to dispel the thoughts. She knew when the time was right, her future would unfold as she needed it too. She just hated waiting.
She began walking home and watched some young teenagers harassing a few younger children at the swing set area. She had seen the punks around before and they were usually up to no good. The child on the swings started crying as the older ones started swinging her higher against her wishes. Blossom went over to stop them. As she got closer the punks saw her and two of the three stepped back, but the third kept pushing the swing causing the little girl to cry harder. The little girl’s friends were standing off to the side, frozen in fear, and she felt anger towards not just the bullies, but their parents.
“Leave her alone and get out of here,” she told them angrily.
“Who the hell are you?” one boy asked. His eyes were almost black, nothing but amusement in them. No fear or worry.
Blossom ignored his words and kept walking towards him. He backed up and she slowed the little girls swing and helped her out.
“It’s okay sweetheart. You are okay now. Why don’t you go stand with your friends and I will walk you all home, okay?” she asked, wiping some tears off of her face and smoothing the child’s pretty blond hair. The little girl shot a terrified glance at the punks and ran to her friends. The young ones were no more than eight years old. Blossom stood up and walked towards the teenagers. They must have been about fifteen years old. All three had shaved heads and were wearing higher end jeans and shirts. She noticed their sneakers were not cheap either. Just as she was about to reprimand the teens she heard someone cried out.
“Bella! Bella, are you ok, Bella?” Turning, Blossom saw a woman running down the street towards them; the little girl’s mother it seemed. She then notice an MP vehicle pulling over to the curb, having noticed something going on.
“On second thought, you three stay right here. Someone is going to want to talk to you,” said Blossom. The biggest of the three sneered at her, and the other two looked nervous.
“What is going on here?” asked the crisp-looking Military Policeman. Blossom explained what she had seen.
“Really, then you boys are going to have to learn a little respect. We don’t tolerate that sort of behavior in this neighborhood,” he told them sternly. At this point the little one’s mother came over. Her little girl, Bella had told her what happened and she laid into the boys.
“Your mother shouldn’t let you out of the house. Being mean to smaller children! What is wrong with you?” she said loudly.
She was furious and her eyes were wet. Understandable, Blossom thought, for a mother finding her child in the park crying. The end result was the MP took the older kids in his car with the aim of taking them home to their parents. As they drove away Bella’s mother turned to her.
“Thank you so much for standing up for my little one and her friends. I’m Kelly Rollins. I just live a block down and can see the park from my yard. They never have any problem. When I saw what was going on, I got here as fast as I could,” she said. She was obviously feeling horrible.
“No problem Kelly. I’m Blossom Talon. I think Bella and her friends are fine, they were just scared is all,” she told her. “She is a beautiful girl. Are they all yours?” she asked the woman to help her calm down.
“Oh gosh no. These other too are Missy and Rebecca. Their mother is at the store. They were playing here until she gets back. Just a usual day at the park until those young bullies showed up. Thank you again for helping ou
t, I really appreciate it,” said Kelly.
“I am glad to help Kelly. It was no problem. I come by here every day. Have you lived in the neighborhood long?” Blossom asked.
“Not long. Just a month or so. My husband shipped out right after we moved in, so Bella and I are still adjusting. I never would have expected this sort of thing on base housing,” she said.
They chatted a little longer before they hugged with promises that if the other ever needed anything, to let them know. Blossom smelled bourbon on the woman’s breath and walking the rest of the way home tried not to blame her. Stuck alone in a strange place with a young daughter is hard to cope for many people. She herself had drunk after her twin tragedies. It had not lasted more than a week or so and she decided it wasn’t working for her.
As she neared her house, Blossom saw there was a moving truck at the house next to hers. That house had been empty for six months so it would be interesting to see who her new neighbors were.
Lisa came up the street, out on a walk.
Lisa was a short blond woman with a large chest and chunky elsewhere. She was a very happy person and had been the first person to befriend Blossom when she moved in. She had been instrumental in helping Blossom cope after the two deaths.
Blossom and Lisa hugged and watched the movers. The furniture looked nice and the movers were efficient, unloading the truck swiftly.
“So, do you know who it is yet?” Lisa asked.
“Nope, I haven’t heard,” said Blossom.
“All I have heard was it is a naval officer. Maybe a SEAL, but I could be wrong about that,” Blossom laughed.
Lisa always knew what was going on. She just liked knowing things. Blossom was usually secure in the knowledge that if she needed some information about the neighborhood, Lisa would know it. So far she had not been let down. Because of that, she was sure the new neighbor was a Navy SEAL.
