“Of course not,” he replied, “It was so long ago.”
He pressed his lips against hers again. She inhaled the fresh scent of his flesh as he kissed her. Some of his hair fell into her face and she pushed it out, gripping his cheek as they kissed.
“I want to enter you,” he whispered.
“Then do it,” she whispered, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He chuckled.
“You have a naughty side, eh?”
“Si,” she whispered, giggling as he kissed her.
“Enter me,” she whispered, “Just take me.”
He turned her around, forcing her to spin and face the wall. Victor pressed her up against the wall, just as he’d imagined taking her.
“I can’t wait to have you,” he growled.
He slipped her sweater off, unhooking her bra so her breasts would swing into view.
Victor didn’t like his women to be the media standard for beauty. He wanted a woman like Tammy, a woman with thick curves, with stretch marks and with breasts that hung down low with a natural weight to them.
He squeezed her nipples as he pressed her against the wall.
“Mm,” he said, “They’re soft.”
He pushed her against the wall, squeezing her breasts in one of his hands as he ran his hands down her stomach.
Tammy inhaled instinctively as he pressed his palms to her belly.
“Exhale,” he whispered, “The existence of your stomach doesn’t deter me.”
She exhaled, comfortable in his arms as he slid his hands down her pants and into her underwear. His fingers were thick and dextrous. He pried her pussy lips apart urgently, dipping his finger between her folds until they were sopping with her juices.
He removed them, sticking his fingers into his mouth.
“Mm,” he muttered, “Tastes good.”
He reached for her button and undid her pants, starting to slide them over her hips.
“Finish the job for me,” he demanded.
Tammy reached back and wriggled out of her pants, struggling to slide them over her hips as she pulled them down. She could feel the warmth from his body as he pulled away from her. He grew hotter by the second, craving more of her each moment they stood in this room together.
Once her pants were off he pressed her into the wall again, sliding her panties to the side.
“You haven’t been with a man in a while, you say?”
“I haven’t,” she replied.
“Then you’ve been tested?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good,” he replied, “I hate condoms.”
Tammy felt a flutter in her chest as she realized the risk he was asking her to take. He gripped her neck from behind but didn’t squeeze.
“May I have you raw?”
She didn’t know what to say to him. She was on birth control but this was still a risk. His tongue pressed against her neck and she shuddered as he kissed her neck again.
“Y-yes,” she muttered.
“You’re on birth control?”
“Yes,” she heaved.
“Good. Because I want to spill my seed inside you…”
He shifted her legs apart with a forceful grasp and released his cock from his pants. She didn’t get a chance to catch a glimpse of it. He squeezed her neck tighter and then pressed her face into the wall.
“It’s big,” he warned, “Does that scare you?”
“No,” she breathed.
He chuckled, “Perhaps it should.”
He pressed his cock against her entrance and Tammy froze. She wondered if she’d made a huge mistake coming here. It didn’t feel like he’d pressed a cock against her. His dick had to be thicker than a large pipe. As he pressed at her sopping hole, he could hardly work the head in due to the thickness of what he was packing.
He detected the terrified look that had worked its way across her face.
“Don’t worry,” he growled, “I’ll be gentle with you this time.”
He grunted as he worked his head past her entrance. Tammy moaned as he slipped past. How was he so big? Just the head of his hardness sliding past her entrance was enough to leave her trembling.
He pressed her into the wall as he slipped the rest of his cock between her legs.
Tammy whimpered as he filled her entrance to capacity. She gasped and pressed her palms against the wall.
“It’s big…” she whimpered.
“Too big?”
“N-n-no.”
Her desire to experience a hardness like his overwhelmed her desire to escape the pain. She groaned as he thrust into her deeper.
“You like that?” He whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed, “Yes…”
He started to pound into her, smacking his hips into her ass as he drove his cock deeper and deeper. She cried out as he touched unexplored depths of her wetness, burying his cock inside her with animalistic ruts of pleasure.
“Don’t stop…” she moaned, bracing herself against the wall and jutting her ass out for the taking.
Victor gripped her hips as he slammed into her harder. Her whimpers and moans morphed into all out screams. She cried out and then shook as she climaxed, relaxing her weight against the wall as his cock stimulated a powerful orgasm that caused every inch of her body to quiver.
He pulled out of her.
“Bed. All fours,” he commanded.
Tammy didn’t wait another instant before obeying him. She positioned herself on all fours, squeezing her legs together so her slit dripped for him, welcoming him to plunge between her legs.
He positioned himself behind her, eager to slide between her legs again. His cock was coated head to toe in her juices. She was soft, supple and her tightness gripped his hardness with an incredible heat. She was every bit as alluring as he’d imagined she’d be and so utterly responsive to both his dominant and gentle touches.
He slipped between her folds again. She cried out and arched her back. She’d adjusted magnificently to his size and now all she craved was more of him… more release.
“Harder…” she whimpered.
Victor couldn’t contain himself. He’d held back long enough already.
Now that she was before him and presenting herself so eagerly, he rammed into her. She cried out but thrust her hips back, indicating she was prepared for more. She moaned and he started pounding her harder until she collapsed onto her stomach from the force of her climax.
He grunted as he pummeled her, pushing himself closer to an orgasm.
“Cum inside me… please cum inside me…” Tammy moaned, her desire for Victor’s massive hardness overpowering her common sense.
Hearing her pleading for him, Victor couldn’t hold back any longer. He grunted and released his load between her legs. Tammy shuddered as his large sword shuddered and spurted his load inside her. She could feel him exerting power over her, using her for his own pleasure and she loved every minute of it.
When he pulled out of her, he joined her in bed, lying on his back with that satisfied post-sex look on his face that overwhelms men when they’re fully satisfied.
“That was perfect,” he muttered, leaning over and kissing her.
Tammy noticed more silver in his dark brown hair, and his age suddenly became apparent to her.
Have I gone too far this time? She wondered.
It was too late for wondering. She’d already been had by her son’s teacher.
SEVEN
WHEN TAMMY ARRIVED home after her romp with Victor, guilt filled her. She had left quickly, sputtering some lame excuse about relieving her babysitter. She did worry about Jabari and she longed for those days when she could do what she wanted with reckless abandon. Spending all night with a man just wasn’t possible as a mother.
It pained Tammy that she couldn’t breathe a word of what happened to anyone. Her night with Victor had been… mind-blowing.
Tammy had never experienced an older man and the way he handled her changed
the way she saw men. If that had been sex, he’d been an expert and he’d drawn her to a climax to rival any other.
As Tammy entered her house, she noticed Jabari was downstairs clicking around on his laptop. She couldn’t believe this little rascal was up that late when he had school the next day. Tammy cleared her throat to get Jabari’s attention. He was so lost in his world of technology that he hardly looked up.
“Uh huh. Gimme a sec,” He mumbled.
Tammy folded her arms.
“How about you get your little butt into bed since you have school tomorrow?” Tammy countered.
Jabari realized his mom mean business and closed the laptop. Jabari gave his mom a good night hug and hustled off to bed. As her son tucked himself in, Tammy was left alone with her thoughts.
When she was younger, the idea of being truly alone scared Tammy. She had tried to fill the void with meaningless dates, but Tammy could never let anyone get too close.
With Victor, Tammy actually felt like she had a chance to get close to someone. Victor knew who she was before her entire reputation was tainted by rumors. He didn’t care about the rumors. He saw her for who she was. Maybe that was because he’d known her when she was just a shy girl. He saw that side of her, the side of her that Randall had killed.
Victor didn’t believe rumors. As a foreigner, he wasn’t inclined to them. He was old enough and man enough to decide how he felt about Tammy for himself.
And what does he feel for me? She questioned.
Tammy checked her email as she sat down with a cup of chai at her kitchen counter.
Finally, she’d received a response about the PTA; it was an email from none other than Stephanie Wagner just as Victor had informed her. Tammy’s throat tightened as she opened up the email.
Hello Mrs. Powers,
Thank you for your email. I’m Stephanie, head of the PTA. Our first meeting for the month is actually tomorrow. We are having it at Marilyn Martin’s apartment tomorrow so please make sure you show up on time. The meeting starts at five o’clock in the afternoon and you’ve been assigned to bring a peach cobbler (not store bought!) Hope to see you there!
Stephanie G. Wagner
Tammy read through the email a number of times. She saw that Stephanie hadn’t changed. “Mrs. Powers”?
What was that all about.
Stephanie, like everyone else in town, knew that Tammy was an unmarried mother. Perhaps it was an innocent mistake, but underestimating Stephanie was always a bad move.
Tammy’s intuition told her that this was intentional. Stephanie loved to “one up” people; pointing out that she was married while Tammy wasn’t was just the beginning.
Tammy didn’t miss her “store bought” dig either. Tammy wasn’t looking forward to coming face to face with her high school’s Queen B again.
She sighed and closed the laptop, reminiscing on her days at Willowcrest. Stephanie had ended up exactly as she’d expected.
In high school, Stephanie Gardner was the queen of the class and she knew it. When she arrived at Willowcrest as a fresh ninth grader, every single guy in school wanted her. Within three weeks, she was onto her third senior boyfriend. Every freshman girl wanted Stephanie’s secret for nabbing hot guys.
Tammy remembered one particular instance when all the freshman girls gathered around Tammy for her to recount her tactics for getting guys. Stephanie’s “secret” was just the fact that she was blonde and skinny.
She advised all the girls in the class to “eat less” or “maybe just throw up a little”. Tammy remembered when she’d reported this to her parents and they’d freaked. She chuckled at the futility of her attempts to fight back against the ebullient bully.
Stephanie was untouchable. She always had been. She’d also had it out for Tammy for years. In all this time, Tammy had moved on from petty games.
Stephanie hadn’t.
Back then, Stephanie orchestrated the illusion that she was a complete idiot. She’d even call herself a dumb blonde. Tammy and a select few were the only ones to see through her act. Stephanie was anything but stupid.
She understood women, men and the power of her sensuality better than anyone. One of the few times Tammy had seen Stephanie act like a real person and not just a plastic Barbie, she had confessed one of her deepest beliefs…
“You know Tammy… All women have are their looks. And we don’t have them for long. I want to be hot while I can be you know? I want to settle down with some nice guy who travels often so I can just be on my own and enjoy life… My mom has always been a career woman and look how that paid off? She still got saddled with five kids and a good for nothing husband who runs around on her. All you can hope for in this world as a woman is that you suffer in comfort.”
Stephanie’s revelation stuck with Tammy for years. Tammy wondered if Stephanie still felt that way. They hadn’t spoken more than a few words to each other since their junior year of high school.
Tammy had finally had enough of Stephanie’s arrogance and the way she bullied the class “losers”. Stephanie the preppy, pretty little princess really thought she was better than everyone. When Tammy realized she didn’t have to take Stephanie’s shit she had never felt freer.
Can people really change? Tammy wondered.
She felt like she’d changed since high school. But everyone thought they were the ones capable of change and no one else was. Perhaps Tammy was the one who remained the same while everyone around her shifted with the times.
Perhaps she was reading too much into Stephanie’s message because she was the one who needed to grow up.
Tammy decided that she should hold out hope. She would approach the meeting as the most pleasant version of herself in hopes that things would be different. At one point in her life, she and Stephanie had been all but rivals.
This could be their second chance.
EIGHT
***
5 p.m. Marilyn Martin’s House
PTA Meeting - First Meeting Of October
Tammy had spent all afternoon learning how the hell to make a peach cobbler. She’d ruined two attempts completely before she finally found one that was worthwhile.
The ladies of the PTA were content. They all marveled over Tammy’s baking.
Jan Martin commented that she appreciated the organic peaches. Sue Hitzman remarked that it reminded her of her grandmother’s recipe. Julia Marks went back for seconds… and thirds…
If only they knew what kind of labor went into this… Tammy thought to herself.
She sat awkwardly off to the side, not yet comfortable with all the women. She didn’t quite know any of the mothers yet and she felt like an outsider. None of Tammy’s old friends had stayed in town and she was forced to acknowledge how isolated she was from other parents.
Stephanie was standing in the center of room just like she used to in high school; she commanded everyone’s attention. Her nose was upturned and her blonde hair parted into two loose pigtails. She looked like a schoolgirl again.
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