by Leah Holt
Nodding, Ella's eyes met mine. “I respect that, and actually, I really like that you're not afraid to just be you.”
“Good, because you and I are going to be seeing a lot of each other. If we don't respect each other, this whole thing,” I said, dragging my fork back and forth between us, “will get a lot more uncomfortable and tense.” Tipping my chin higher, I looked at her down the bridge of my nose. “And I'd really like to be able to walk around my house naked, like I normally do when the maid is gone and I'm all alone.”
“You never mentioned you're a part-time nudist.”
“I can't reveal all my secrets at one time, it's best to pepper them in so I don't send you running.”
From the corner of my eye I caught movement on the floor, but when I looked, nothing was there. There was light scratching, as if something was climbing the chair across from me.
“What is that?” I asked, nudging my head in the direction of the small fury tall, that was suddenly curling up over the edge of the table.
“Oh, well, I can explain.” Leaning forward, Ella pulled a tiny kitten off the chair and into her arms. “This is Mr. Pink.”
“Mr. Pink?”
“Mm hm,” she said in a high pitched voice as she snuggled the fur ball. “Isn't he cute?”
“Where did he come from?”
Ella explained about how she had gone to the store and wouldn't take the money I had given to Jerry for her. I was a little annoyed she thought I would use that money as some sort of leverage and not the gift it was meant to be. Then I remembered that she knew me as well as anyone might come to know the local gas station attendant or receptionist at a doctor's office.
I was still a stranger.
She went on to tell me that the kitten was trapped in the sewer and she couldn't just leave him there. Jerry had offered to take it to the pound, but Ella said she just couldn't imagine the poor little thing being thrown into a cage and left there.
I wasn't really a cat person, but I wasn't really not a cat person either. I honestly hadn't ever had a pet before. My mother considered animals, in any form, dirty and disgusting. She believed animals belonged outside, unless they were on your plate.
“He is pretty cute.” Reaching out my hand, I let him rub his cheek against my finger as he purred.
“If you want me to get rid of him, I will. I just couldn't leave him in the sewer like that, or drop him off to a place that there was no guarantee he'd come out alive.”
“No, it's alright. Let's see how it goes, I'm open to giving it a shot.”
Ella let out an excited giggle. And God damn, that fucking giggle made my dick twitch and my balls tighten. It was the sexiest giggle I had ever heard.
“You here that, Mr. Pink? You're staying for now.” Ella lifted him over her head and kissed his tiny nose. Placing him on the ground, she watched him trot off, rolling over every few steps to bite his tail. “Thank you, I'll bet you fall in love with him.”
“We'll see. But why Mr. Pink?”
“Mr. Pink, from Reservoir Dogs?” Shaking my head, Ella threw her head back as she let out a loud sigh. “You're telling me you've never seen Reservoir Dogs?”
“Nope.”
“Wow, were you raised under a rock?”
“Ha ha,” I said, leaning forward to poke her lightly. “I'll give you a rock.” Biting my lip, I flashed her a big grin. Ella let out a laugh and tried to block my finger.
It felt so refreshing to have a normal conversation with someone that didn't revolve around what someone said about who, or who was seen with who at some silver plate function.
We talked a little about our day. Ella told me all about how amazing the Japanese store was that Jerry had taken her to. I told her about the new restaurant opening a few blocks over that wanted to have our beers on tap. There was some discussion about our pasts, mostly school stories and horror episodes of things we wanted to forget, but couldn't.
I shared a very personal, and embarrassing moment, that no one, except the kids from Mrs. Breence's nineteen ninety-eight, seventh grade class would remember.
It started out as an innocent story, a regular story, a typical story of a young boy that had the hots for his teacher.
Who hasn't had at least one teacher you dreamed about fucking in your lifetime?
We all have one. Especially a boy who had gone through puberty, but still had no control over his cock. It was new madness that I had yet to conquer. A penis was a strange muscle, it had a mind of its own.
Mrs. Breence was an attractive teacher, one of the few. I might be wrong, and maybe she just looked really good because all the other teachers were cryptic and looked like death.
You know the ones I'm talking about, they have ashy white skin and gray hair. Their chest rested at their hips, flat as tall gym socks, and their breath smelled like old furniture.
Anyway, I was sitting at my desk, watching Mrs. Breence as she wrote on the chalk board, her tits bouncing as her hand moved erratically in long sweeps. I couldn't even tell you what it was that we were learning at the time.
I was blankly staring, not thinking about what she was saying or what I was supposed to be copying into my binder. All my thirteen year old brain could do was try to picture what her chest looked like without her shirt on.
My well of information at that time about the female anatomy was bleak. I had the cartoon image that we had gotten in health class and a dirty magazine I had stolen from a small store.
Mrs. Breence was going on and on, her voice just a blabbering Charlie Brown adult in my head. And then she called me to come up to the board. I was so surprised that she had called on me I just jumped up from my seat without thinking.
That's when I heard audible gasps and snickering. The boys were pointing, the girls were covering their eyes with open mouth disgust.
My thirteen year old body had done what any teenage boy would tell you it does without your approval or control; I had a huge hard-on. A raging, solid as a timber erection that almost took out the eye of the girl beside me as I whipped around mortified.
“For the rest of my youth, even through most of high school, I was known as Atomic Turtle.”
Ella snorted, a very light but undeniable snort when she laughed really hard. It was quick and could even be missed if you were laughing your ass off too, but I caught it. That little snort was cute as hell.
“Atomic Turtle—God that's so embarrassing. I'd die if that was me.”
“You wouldn't die.”
“Yes I would, I would literally fall flat on my face and die.”
“Well it happened to me and I'm still alive, so. . .” Drawing out my word, I rocked my head back and forth. “It didn't kill me, but it did suck my soul from my body and leave me an emotionless freak.”
“So you were one of those guys, I get it now.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Smirking, Ella pointed her fork at me. “I mean you have Prince Charming syndrome.”
“What?”
“Prince Charming syndrome. It's basically the same as girls with ugly duckling syndrome.”
“You lost me on this one.”
“You've really never heard of this?” Shaking my head no, I let her explain. “Okay, so there are those girls in school who were a bit homely, ignored by most of the boys because their boobs weren't big enough or they didn't walk around with their underwear hanging out the back of their pants. Then those same girls grow up and become drop dead gorgeous, but they don't know they're beautiful, so they're not bitches. Prince Charming syndrome is the same thing, except, you were picked on and rejected, not seen as masculine and forced outside the cool circle. Now you're all grown up, successful, handsome, but you protect yourself with a sense of humor because that's what works. The thing is, you don't need to try and make people laugh anymore, because now they're ready to kiss your ass.”
“But is that how I want to be known? Do I want to be known as the guy who just accepts anyone as long as you tell h
im his hair is perfect?”
“No, fuck that, and that's what I'm saying.” Leaning closer, Ella had this look in her eye. A look that said she had just figured out why the world existed in the first place. “You get to be you and it doesn't matter anymore what happened, no one is judging you.”
“We're always being judged, Ella, that never changes.”
“Maybe, but if you don't care, what does it really matter? I get judged constantly, just the other day some guy thought I was a hooker, but it doesn't mean I'm going to change who I am. Being you is important, and you shouldn't change for anyone else.”
I didn't think it was as simple as she made it sound. The world, regardless of how much no one wants to admit it, was always judging everyone. It didn't matter who, someone was watching and criticizing from a dark corner.
The thing was, in her world no one else really saw those flaws she might wear casually, but in my world, those flaws were plastered in black ink across thousands of people's front lawns, waiting for them to pick up that word soup and drink it down.
But who knows, maybe her free spirit would rub off on me.
The closer we got to finishing our plates, the less conversation we shared. I noticed the tension in her body tighten. I could feel her bouncing her foot up down off the floor, the gentle thump getting faster and faster as the plates became bare and our glasses empty.
“You all done?” I asked, picking up my plate and reaching out to grab hers. Ella shook her head, but didn't say a word. “Let me take this for you.”
Wiping her mouth, she kept her head down. I could feel that she wanted to ask me something, but she wasn't sure how or maybe she wasn't sure she should.
“What is it?” I asked, setting the dishes in the sink and rinsing them under the water. “I can tell you're thinking something.”
Her eyes skirted around mine, setting on them briefly before she tore them away. “Alright, so here's the thing. You want to have sex, and I know I signed up for this. But I just need to hear you say it. . .” Pausing, she bit her bottom lip, waiting for me to understand what she was asking.
“What? What do you need me to say?”
“That you really want to have a baby, that you'll do nothing but be there as an amazing father to the baby.”
“Of course,” I said in surprise. “Why would you think I wouldn't be? I'm the one who put it out there, I came looking and you came offering, remember?”
“No, no, no, your offer was vague. There was nothing there that said what this was. But you're just so relaxed about this, it makes me wonder if you really understand what you're getting into.”
Walking to her side, I ran my hand down her hair, doing my best to comfort her. “I get it, I do. And I don't want you to worry. I want this baby.” Taking her hand, I pulled her up from the chair. “Come on, let's take this in the bedroom.”
Ella's feet were sluggish as we made our way down the hall. I knew this wasn't the most romantic of ways to do this, but like I said, time was ticking. Sex was just sex, no matter which way you looked at it.
Walking into the bedroom, I slid the switch on the wall up a little bit, just enough so the lights were on, but dim, creating a warm glow in the room. I might not be romancing her into the room, but I could do my part to romance her into the bed.
Guiding Ella to the bed, she stopped a foot away. “Just give me a sec,” she said, holding up her hand and moving towards the bathroom. “I'll be right out.”
Putting on some soft music, I took off my pants and shirt, keeping on just my boxers and the white shirt underneath. Climbing onto the bed, I sat back against the head board, and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
“You alright?” I finally called out. Ella had been in there for well over twenty minutes.
“Yeah, I'll be right out.”
If I had made the attempt to make this a romantic experience, all the excitement would have been gone by now. I didn't like waiting, not for anything. I was an impatient kid and still an impatient adult.
Some things don't change.
The door slowly began to open, so I pushed myself up higher. There was a heavy knot in my stomach, something I wasn't used to feeling, but this wasn't a normal situation.
Ella stepped slowly out into the room, holding the door frame in her hand, a seductive look in her eyes. “Sorry it took me so long.”
Wow.
Dressed in just a white lace bra and matching panties, Ella looked hot as hell. Her tits were pillowing over the top of her bra, her legs were long and lean. With wide hips and a small waist, she had the perfect hourglass figure.
My cock was hard instantly, throbbing with need, and ready to feel the warmth of her pussy. All day I thought about this moment. I imagined her bare skin, her full lips, the shudder of her body as I slid my cock balls deep into her hot cunt.
“That's alright, no need to apologize.” Patting the bed next to me, I smiled. “Come on over here, I've been waiting all day for this.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, her voice lower than normal, flowing out with sexual grace. “All day, that's awful. How did you get any work done?” Sweeping her feet across the floor, she walked around the bed and came to my side.
“Autopilot, I don't need to think to do my job anymore.” Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her onto my lap. “But this I want to remember, I want to be here for it, no autopilot tonight.”
Ella smirked, dragging her tits across my chest as she dropped into the open space beside me. “That's good, because I want to fuck a living man. If I wanted to fuck a machine, I'd take out my vibrator.”
Growling, I rolled onto her body, boxing her face with my arms. “I don't ever want to hear that you're using a vibrator. You don't need one, not when you have me.”
Giggling, Ella spread her legs wider, giving me more room. “You'll need to prove that, I've become pretty close with my vibrator, he knows me better than anyone.”
“I'll prove it, don't you worry about that.” Gyrating my hips, I rubbed her pussy with my thick bulge. We were separated by just a couple thin pieces of material, enough material to be annoying. I wanted to tear her panties off and throw them across the room.
Ella ran her hands up and down my back, scratching her nails across my shoulders and down my spine. Lifting the hem of my shirt, she peeled it over my head and dropped it to the floor. “I think you're wearing too much clothes.” Slinking her fingers down my ribs, I felt her tease the edge of my boxers.
“I think we're both wearing too much.” Tickling my fingers across the tops of her tits, I placed a soft kiss on her throat. Moving my hands down her ribs, I cupped her pussy in my palm. “How can we fix that?”
Moaning, Ella rolled her hips. Pushing her body up on the bed, she slipped her fingers into her panties and started to pull them down her thighs.
Shifting my hips, I tugged my boxers down my legs, letting my cock pop free. I could feel the heat off her pussy, I could see her lips glistening, eager for my dick to be inside. Her back was arched, her chest was rising and falling rapidly.
Gripping my cock at the base, I ran the tip between her folds. She was so wet, so aroused, so damn ready.
Wrapping her legs around my hips, she pushed up into me. I thought she might be scared, I was ready for her to back out and say no not tonight. And I would have respected her decision.
But the way she reacted to my hands, to how I touched her, it said so much more. She needed this, she wanted this, she probably hadn't had any real dick in ages.
“You want that?” I asked her. “You want that cock?”
“Yes,” she said, the word built on air as it flowed off her tongue.
“How bad do you want it?”
“So bad, I want your cock so fucking bad.”
Swirling the tip of my cock around her entrance, I felt her pussy clench, trying to grab me and pull me in. Ella moaned louder, her hips rocking hard, demanding my attention.
Pushing my swollen crown in gentl
y, I shifted my hips slowly, driving my length in until my balls hit her ass.
Groaning, I laid my head down on her shoulder. “Fuck, you're so wet.”
“You make me wet, I've never been so turned on in my life.” Her nails raked my back, moving up into my hair and tugging at the roots.
Pulling back, I drove in harder, faster, almost lost in the animalistic hunger that was fueling me. I wanted to take my time with her, but I couldn't control the instinct to take her, to claim her, to seed her with my child.
With each thrust Ella screamed, her teeth finding my shoulder and digging in. Her pussy milked my length, clenching down hard to keep me inside.
Faster, harder, faster, harder, our bodies smacked and pounded together. Our eyes were frozen on each other, and our first time together had turned out better than I—
Shit. I spoke too soon. . .
“Fuck!” I called out, shoving myself off of Ella and jumping to my feet. Spinning around wildly, my eyes were huge as I held my balls.
“What's wrong? Are you alright?” Sitting up on her elbows, she eyed me with a confused look on her face.
“No, no I'm not alright,” I snapped. Rubbing my nuts, I groaned in pain. “Fucking Mr. Pink just attacked my balls.”
I felt the sharp sting of his nails as they pierced my skin, the quick clench of fangs as they sunk into my left nut. It was horrible, the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life.
Ella started to laugh, doing her best to be sensitive and concerned. But I could see the small smile behind her hand as she covered her mouth. “Oh no! That's awful! Did he get you bad?”
“Is it bad? It's my fucking balls, of course it's bad!” Dropping back onto the bed, I was in a fetal position, coddling my balls like delicate glass. “Motherfucker! Son of a bitch!” Clenching my teeth, I tried to sit up and see where that little fucker was. “Where the hell is he? Where the fuck is that cat?”
