by Amy Brent
We enjoyed dinner, talking about the movie and his large roll in it. It featured one of the most gorgeous women in Hollywood, but she was married with five kids. I knew that it was silly to worry about that when I was still feeling the sting of his porn career, but I would always have doubt from my past.
We stayed late, enjoying the sunset and the food and wine before Lance took me outside and back to the car. The media was gone now, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I mentally prepared myself for the following day. He took me to his house, where we made love all night inside of his room. Lance told me that he loved me that night and I held on tight as I whispered the words back.
It was soon, possibly too soon. It was real. I knew that there would be consequences for this love and the new publicity surrounding it. It started the next day when Lynn berated me for having a relationship with Lance and ruining his career. She got quite graphic in her call and I hung up in tears, not sure about what I was doing. Lance told me that everything would be fine, and I thanked the fact that I wasn’t going to have to see too much of her from here on out. I’d still see the commission and she could use another agent for the remaining steps. Lynn seemed to know someone to take care of her every need, and she was pissed off that it wasn’t going to be Lance any longer.
There was also the media that found out my name and after that, personal things about me. I didn’t have any skeletons in my closet to make me look bad and in fact, I looked pretty good in the public eye.
Lance started filming the new movie and loved the variety of what he was doing. I was happy to hear him talk about it every night after work and slowly worked through everything regarding his past. Lance proved that he loved me every day and I never saw any signs that he was seeing any other women. I still heard the comments out and about who he used to be, often spoken loudly when I was in sight. I was as famous as he was these days and it was hard not to go out in peace anymore.
Lance finished the movie six months later and asked me to move in with him. Things had calmed down by this time and we were doing much better, so I agreed. I knew that we would have a great future together and we made love that night as we made plans for the beach house.
I called Viv to announce our engagement and we both cried. She told me that she was going to help with every detail of the wedding and my mom was going to be involved as well. Everyone embraced us and now, the world was beginning to do the same.
EPILOGUE
Lance
I tossed back the shot with my friends as we cheered in the room behind the church. It was my wedding day and after a lot of shit, they were happy for me at the end of the day. I settled down surprisingly fast with Leila once I quit the porn industry and I preferred not to think about it too much now. It was the past now. We celebrated a year together just a few months back and today we were going to become man and wife.
We made our way out of the room as the planner told me that I was up, walking through the landscaped grounds to the small chapel. Leila found it on one of her photography trips in the city and fell in love immediately. She booked it the following day and talked on the phone nonstop to plan the rest of the ceremony. I joked that it was exhausting me, but I loved seeing her enthusiasm.
I walked into the church and greeted some friends as I paused to talk to them. I had just my closest friend Brian standing up with me today and Leila had Viv. We wanted to keep this small and intimate, despite what we could afford, and the world expected of me. The guest list only included close family and friends and I didn’t regret a thing.
I walked down the aisle, straightening my tie as I faced the crowd. I looked over the side where my family was sitting and saw the tears starting as I smiled, shaking my head. People talked about Leila and I like we were some kind of fairy tale, and they might be right. She did save me at the perfect time when I was ready for the change. It wasn’t easy and there were nights in the beginning where Leila would cry about not being good enough for me. I’d console her and do everything in my power to prove that I loved her, and she’d feel better. As time went on, we moved right along with it. She threw herself into the wedding planning with the help of Viv and her mom.
I met them at dinner at my house after she moved in. I saw the look of wonder in Leila’s eyes as she looked around the table, wondering what was going on inside of her mind. I loved both immediately and it was clear how they both fiercely loved my girl. They were protective until they sensed they didn’t need to be, or at least that’s what I picked up. I made a point of taking Leila to visit them when we could both get away and spending a few days.
I blinked as Brian led my mother down the aisle and joined me, giving me a reassuring smile. He was thrilled when he heard that I was settling down and adored Leila from the moment they met. They became close as I did to the ones that she loved the most and I’d never been happier in my life. I was content now and I straightened as I heard the harpist start a song. Viv walked down the aisle in a purple flowing dress and tears on her cheeks, making me smile as I looked over at Leila’s family. Once Viv was in place, she gave me a weak smile and I knew that emotions were going to be running rampant around this room.
I heard the music transition into something I’d heard around the house a lot as of late. I looked forward, seeing the doors closed as I waited for her. I needed to see Leila and I felt the chapel fall silent as the music continued.
The door opened, and I watched my beautiful fiancée step forward, wearing a gorgeous cream dress. It suited her perfectly with the cap sleeves and fitted torso, ending in a long train. Her eyes were bright as she met my gaze and I swore that she never looked as beautiful as she did today. It wasn’t the extra makeup that she was wearing or the way her hair was curled around her face. It was the smile on her face and the love in her eyes. Leila made her way down to me and we took our places before the minister, unable to stop staring at her.
In my vows, I explained how much she brightened my life. I told everyone how fast I fell for Leila and how complete she made me feel. I could hear people crying as I spoke, but I only focused on Leila. Her vows were soft and sweet, and she told me how she’d given up on love before she met me. She told me that I made her feel alive in a way that nobody else had and tears slipped down her cheeks as I clasped her hands in mine.
The kiss was the best moment of my life. Leila was mine and I cupped her face and kissed her greedily as cheers rose through the crowd. We pulled apart and I told her that I loved her before pressing my lips softly to hers again.
The second greatest moment was when she gave birth to our twins, Maura and Liam. I didn’t know that they were in my family, but Mom revealed it when Leila announced her pregnancy and it held true for us. I didn’t care because they were our kids. They were our dream.
***The End***
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Daddy’s Friend
Chapter One
Everything was so boring in the summer, so boring that it made Kate Dillinger want to scream. She shifted her weight in her bed, stretching her arms up high and glancing outside her window onto the balcony. She needed some excitement, something worthwhile. She was still lost and a bit turned on by the evening before, though she was hesitant to admit it to herself, much less Aaron.
Even now she could still see him, coming out of the pool, but this time he was naked, thinking she was out for the night. He had a woman over, which was rare all by itself. Kate stood crouched in the pool house, watching as the woman seemed to be in control at first. She kissed him, letting it deepen more and more until she found herself straddling him on the couch, her hands in his hair, kissing him, as he moved his hands up her back to pull her closer to him. They both kissed with abandon, seeking and searching the other for something more. Kate felt her own body reacting the scene unfolding in front of her. Aaron was her guardian,
and he was certainly not an old man. She saw that he was fully erect, helping the woman as she knelt down taking him in her mouth. She felt the excitement rise as he put his hands in the woman’s hair, winding it up until he controlled her head, using her mouth to make him feel good. He moved his hands down her body, roughly and eagerly, caressing her in every spot she wanted. He stood then, lifting her easily and flipping her over on the chaise lounge where he had just been.
She was outside of herself, doing things that were completely outside of her comfort zone. This was not who she was and she loved it. She was deftly slipping her hands down into her panties, her eager fingers rubbing at the tiny nub there, stroking deftly as she watched Aaron push his massive rod into the woman on all fours. He hit her ass hard, the red tint could be seen even where Kate sat in the secluded room.
His hands were everywhere, and she felt heat red hot course through her young body. He was using that woman, pounding into her from behind and owning her in a way Kate had only seen in movies. He moved with sure thrusts, pumping madly into her quivering body, her cries could be heard loudly as he moved more and more.
He seemed to be touching her everywhere, his hands branding her body like fire. She was still moaning loudly when he stopped suddenly, standing up tall and erect, offering himself to her. Kate felt the pressure building as she pulled one of her rounded breasts out of her dress, pushing them together until she could just barely reach her own nipple with her pink tongue. She flicked at it wildly as she watched the woman move in front of him, and he pushed her back on the lounge once more.
He moved his fingers down lower, until he grazed the soft opening of her, gently pressing there causing her to moan loudly. He continued on, playing and seeking her until she was panting with desire, her body flushed and her womanhood ready for him.
He straddled her gently, pushing his length against her, seeking her opening where she eagerly gave herself to him once more. She looked up at him, pleading with him to take her and to own her. He was stretching her almost too much, but as he moved, her body learned to accommodate his girth. He held her legs apart wide and buried himself deep, grabbing the top of the chair and pumping into her groaning with each thrust.
His movements were sure and swift as she watched him push and pull into the woman’s body. She wanted more, much more and as she rose up to meet him thrust for thrust, he moved faster, harder and deeper. Kate felt herself climbing that familiar climb, seeking that pinnacle of desire. She moaned his name, as she crested that peak, Hearing and seeing the woman doing the same on the lounge, her body convulsing as she quivered beneath him. It was almost more than she could take and she yelled out to him. Kate smiled as she watched him shake slightly as well, as he pulled out just in time to cover her body beneath him with the proof of his desire.
Kate slipped off, out of the back of the pool house and into the front door, she made it upstairs and shed her clothes, her panties too wet to wear now. As she showered and got ready to crash, she was still shocked at her actions and how she had reacted to seeing Aaron with that woman. He was built like a stallion and she had never felt an orgasm like that in her life. It was strange how quickly life could change things.
Today started off like any other day, him getting ready for work, and her packing even more into her suitcase. She was ready to go and it couldn’t happen sooner for her. Some part of her was sad, wishing her parents were there to see her off, but they were gone and had been for years. She could remember them, especially her mother, who would sit by her side, holding her hand and comforting her whenever she needed it.
Even the night they died, she had been in denial, still sitting by the window waiting for them to return home. She had been 13 then, unruly and wild, and without a soul in the world to care for her. Aaron came the next day, his kind eyes, and gentleness was something she hadn’t had much of n her short years. She was left with no one and nowhere to go. He took her in, helping her to get settled in his house, and making sure she was able to go away to all of the best schools. He had literally saved her life.
After yesterday’s events she wasn’t sure if she could ever look at him again, not in the same light anyway. She knew she wanted him, in a way she had never wanted anyone in her 20 years. She had been waiting, saving herself for someone to love her. Of course, she had fun, pushing things to the limit, but ultimately she had saved herself for someone special. She had learned to please herself, getting what she needed, without asking anyone else.
Now, she was in a new situation, one she wasn’t sure she could get out of. Aaron had been there for her through everything, and to see him in this new light was a shock to her system, and it made her want more. She heard him shuffling around as he left for work and she went down to meet him for breakfast.
He was tall, and broad, his shoulders making him look far more menacing than he probably was. He was muscled, and well-built especially now that she had seen him completely naked. He took care of himself, his dark hair and goatee were just slightly tinged with gray, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed, something she had always loved about him.
Aaron had been her father’s best friend, and she had seen him off and on growing up until he had taken her in. She had never really looked at him like a man, until now. Seeing him through a woman’s eyes certainly gave her a new perspective, and she wanted to push the envelope even more. She was sure he only saw her as a child, as a guardian would someone they had taken in. There was little doubt in her mind that he didn’t see her as a woman.
She rounded the corner and he was there, giving her a quick glance and smiling at her.
“So I know you are set on moving away, and all that but I have something for you.” His eyes twinkled as he handed her an envelope. She took it from him delicately, smiling at him as well. He was always doing things for her, and she felt a rush of excitement as she read the letter inside.
“We are going on a road trip?” She smiled at him. It had been something the two of them had talked about for years, and finally they were going before she moved out to L.A.
“I thought it was about time.” He gave her a wink, and something deep down quivered at it.
“I am so ready, when do we leave?” She was already thinking about the closeness in the car.
“In the morning, pack and be ready tonight so it makes things easier.” He grabbed his things and was gone.
She stood there thinking about the next three days and what could happen. There was so much that could go right, or wrong. She smiled to herself as she went upstairs to pack.
Chapter Two
Packed everything was ready to go that night as he asked. She saw him give her a one over as she bounced down the stairs happily, her tight t-shirt was hugging her curves and her denim shorts were as well. She wasn’t a small girl, in fact she was curvy, in all the right places, and she knew it. She had been fortunate enough to get signed to a modeling contract which only accepted her curves with a happy smile.
In some ways she was a pioneer, paving the way for women who didn’t fit into societies idea of the perfect woman. She had a mass of red hair, that was her signature thing. It spilled down her back in a mass of curls and she had deep blue eyes that most guys she had dated said were her best quality. She made her way into the kitchen, flinging her hair behind her shoulder and grabbing dinner from the side board.
She saw him arch an eyebrow in her direction, so it was clear he was aware of her. She decided to push the envelope a little over dinner. She leaned forward as they ate, doing her best to give him a perfect view of her cleavage, which he seemed to ignore at first. There was something about him, something that seemed off edge, and she used that to try again. She moved to pick up the dishes off the table to help and when she did she let her breast bump his arm.
There was an obvious moment that passed, though she didn’t want to focus on it, instead she kept going, though when she looked back he was blushing. She knew she affected him somehow and as she slid into
bed that night she was once more plagued by images of him naked and pounding into the woman on the chaise lounge. She sighed as she stripped herself free of her nightgown, running her hands over her curvy body once more.
She could imagine him again, but this time it was her under him, feeling as he pushed into her hard, taking more and more as he went. She let her hands drift down, rubbing and touching herself. Her massive breasts were standing at attention on her chest, the peaked tips aching against the sheet. She pinched them gently, knowing she like how that felt and gently moved her hands farther and farther down her body. Soon she slipped on hand unto the wet heat of herself, at the junction of her thighs. She was surprised to feel the heat and wetness there, and the ache started down deep. She wanted to make it better, needed to and she rubbed the swollen nub she found there gently, moaning as she ached with the sweet clenching feeling it caused.
