Asher walked to Waverly, kissed the small puppy, whispered in it ears and then handed her the small puppy. The puppy had pink and purple ribbons on both sides of its head. Waverly assumed the animal was a she.
“Oh my God.” Waverly squealed to Asher. He then handed her a small bag with a small pink and black doggy crate.
“She has food, snacks, toys, chew items, and a pair of my dirty socks. It’s enough to last her seven days.”
“Seven days?” Waverly asked him.
“I’m not sure how long it’s going to take, but I’m not coming back without our girl in my arms.” Waverly got a little choked up then but she pushed that emotion way down.
“Why the socks?” Waverly asked him with a chuckle.
“She like smelling them for some reason, I know it’s weird but she does.”
“What’s her name?”
“Sassy.”
“What?”
“My sister named her.” He rolled his eyes with a smile. If she whines soft singing normally calms her down. If you need anything just call me.” Waverly couldn’t resist herself she had to know.
“What do you sing to her?”
“Her favorite song seems to be sharing the night together by Dr. Hook.”
“Ahhh, classic rock fan I see.”
“She has good taste.” He agreed with a grin.
Asher got on I40 and cruised for almost four hours to Robinsonville Mississippi. It was a little after two in the morning when Asher texted Fiona. She texted the address back to him and he loaded it in Apple maps. All the lights in the small house were on and laminated the grassy lawn when Asher pulled into the paved driveway. He opened his driver door and shut it slowly. The front door was open but the wooden screen door was shut. Asher looked around and saw nothing but dark fields and distant crop lands. He heard the creak of the door and there she stood. Fiona Waters wore the smallest and thinnest pair of lounge shorts Asher had ever laid his eyes on. Her thin strapped, nipple poking tank top didn’t help the large rock forming in his jeans either. He walked to the bottom of the step for her but the first step for him and stood.
Quietness lingered between the two former lovers in the spring air. She stood against the pale-yellow house with her hands crossed behind her. You could almost taste the hot sex that was about to happen in the air.
“Come to me woman,” Asher called out to Fiona from the bottom step. She moved towards him almost instantly. She took the first step slowly and then second with the same pace. Once she reached the seventh and final step, she looked up into Asher’s eyes and drew all of him in. Their foreheads rested on each other. The quiet breathing soon became ragged and short. Both of their eyes were closed when Asher placed both of hands on both sides of Fiona’s plump ass. He squeezed both cheeks hard and she squirmed a little. He pulled one of her thighs around him and then she followed with the other. She was now wrapped around his waist and he turned and walked up backward to the top step. He sat them down and smelled her deep.
“Neighbors?” His breath was clipped. Fiona just shook her head no at him. Asher crept a hand up her panty-less boy shorts. Fiona leaned back into Asher and almost let herself go, mind and boy.
“Wait.” She sighed. Asher just started in nipping at her neck. He shook his head in disapproval of her word. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be here.” She told him. Asher continued his ear and throat examination of Fiona. “Asher.” Fiona breathed hard into the still air. Asher fisted into her thick hair gripping the nap. Fiona gasped out to him and Asher enjoyed that.
“Still Mine?” He asked her.
“Always.” She replied in a moan. Asher needed to hear that moan come from her. Her sexual want for him and those noises she and her body makes when he’s near are what took him over the edge. He knew he needed to be gentle and fragile with her, but in this heat of the moment, he couldn’t control himself. He forced his fingers through her folds and slid them deep inside of her core. The sounds that came from Fiona were mind blowing to Asher. He couldn’t help but think of how this woman could get any sexier than she already was. The sounds and the body jerks she made when he was near, stunned him.
“I lost so much sleep thinking of you every night.” He admitted to her. “I tried so many different sleep aids and techniques, but nothing worked. Well not till I realized what I really needed from you.” He whispered on the end as he slammed his fingers inside of her.
“What?” She moaned out.
“Hmmm.” He teased her.
“Asher!” She protested.
“This.” He told her while grabbing one of her hands with his free hand. He pulled it around so she could feel his rock-hard manhood. Fiona unbuckled his big belt buckle with both of hand awkwardly behind her. Asher yanked the belt through the belt loops when she unhooked him. She tried the button fly but had difficulty doing so. Asher helped her with his free hand but his busy hand continued sliding in and out of her. Once she maneuvered the zipper down, Asher pulled out his cock. Fiona sighed and fell back on him.
“I tried rewinding us in my head, I wanted to go back to where we started,” She told him.
“It started off as a wanting for you, but then it turned into me needing you, badly.” Fiona listened to Asher with the back of her head on his chest and her eyes closed. “I think I fiend for you every second ever since.” He told her.
“When you mentioned the night kept you from sleeping, I can relate. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you and only you for weeks, months even. You can’t know the impact you’ve been in my life. Before you, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted out of life but now after you, I have no clue anymore.” Fiona hiccupped out through the finger blasting Asher was giving her. Fiona cried out a gurgle that lasted for a half a minute. Asher froze and then he jumped to his feet. Fiona fell back onto the porch with his swift movement.
“No fucking way!” He said too loudly. Fiona was too far gone now to give him any thought. He took a couple steps down then ended up right in front of Fiona. He yanked her boy shorts down and planted his face right in front of her sensitive bare skin. He placed a palm down on her lower stomach and then he slid the fingers back inside of her, slow and deep.
“Come for me baby?” He told her. Fiona was not fully responding to Asher. She was grabbing in midair at nothing all. She felt hot all over and a burning sensation in her abdominal area was building inside of her. Asher knew something was up with her and the unfamiliar sound coming from Fiona.
“Asher.” She whined.
“I know angel, I know.” He cooed to her.
“I’m coming, and it’s going to be a big one.” She told him.
“I know it is.” Asher knew deep down that this climax for Fiona would be monumental. To him, her body was different but still somehow the same. She was more open and less controlled with him. Her limbs moved more freely and body seemed needier than ever. Asher knew Fiona hadn’t been touch for a long time. Asher pressed down a little firmer onto her stomach and felt the knot he was searching for.
“Ohhhh.” She crooned.
“That’s it Fi, that’s it, baby.” Fiona felt the sensation move from her stomach down to her pussy and she erupted violently, shooting her ejaculation all over Asher’s face, chest, and mostly soaking his beard.
Epilogue
Asher rolled over in the too small bed and reached for her. Her side was cold and Fiona was nowhere in sight. Asher could hear soft music and smell bacon coming from the kitchen. He pulled on his jeans from the night before and headed for the kitchen. Fiona stood in front of the small stove wearing a long black satin robe. Asher quietly walked over to her and slowly wrapped himself around her. She leaned back into him and he sucked her bare neck.
“I want you again.” He whispered to her.
“You just had me an hour ago.” She told him.
“Your body on top or underneath my body is all I need right now.” Fiona laughed a throaty laugh when Asher pulled one of her breasts out and started sucking
it like a baby nursing.
“Let me feed my mother and then I’ll feed you greedy,” Fiona assured him. Asher stepped back a step and looked Fiona over.
“Your mother’s here?”
“Yes, she left the rehab center last month and she has a nurse that comes by every day.” Asher turned Fiona around to face him. He kissed her dead on the lips and shook his head at her.
“What is it?” She asked him.
“You.”
“What about me?” She asked as she looked into soft eyes.
“I can’t get over how remarkable you are.” He told her.
“Thank you”
“Don’t mention it.”
Asher accompanied Fiona into her mother’s bedroom. The house was much like the bedroom, plain and practical. Asher thought of Fiona’s amazing apartment and all the lavish things she had inside of it. This house was the total opposite of that.
Fiona’s mother was unhealthily thin and she seemed weak and a little out of touch with reality. Fiona helped her up in a sitting position with a mastered technique that seemed so easy a child could possibly do it. Asher could tell now in the close setting that Fiona wore a brave face to cover the numb of the pain. Her movement seemed robotic and it made him very aware that Fiona was losing herself in this environment. He watched her feed then get her mother ready for the day. The nurse stayed four hours that day. Fiona and Asher decided to go out for lunch. They went to one of the small eateries at the Resort.
“So, last night.” Asher teased. Fiona turned away from him, giggling and grinning. Asher could almost see the old Fiona but still not quite. “You’ve never squirted before?” Asher asked her. Fiona shook her head at him and glanced around the quiet room. She seemed nervous but very interested in the convocation. “Thank you for sharing that beautiful moment with me.” Asher told her as he leaned across the table to take her hand. “You gotta get out of here Fi.” Fiona looked down at the table and then she dropped her soup spoon into her soup bowl. “It’s sucking the life that I love out of you Angel.”
“I know.” She whispered.
“You’re a model Baby. You are a god dammed super fucking model.”
“But I’m a daughter first Asher.”
“Why can’t you be both?”
“How? My mother needs 24-hour care, I can’t go prancing around the globe with her in her condition.”
“She has a nurse that comes, every day, right?” Fiona nodded. “Well can’t she nurse anywhere? I don’t know what the outcome will be but we can at least try”
“We? This isn’t your problem Asher.”
“Your problem is my problem. I love every single inch of you and I be damned if I’m losing you again.
Early that morning some hours after Fiona’s mother took the medication that could knock out a horse. Asher slid his dick inside of Fiona from behind. She moaned for him.
“Baby, can we go for round three?” Asher asked her.
“Asher, It's two o'clock in the morning.”
“So.” He said.
“I love you.” She breathed to him. That was the approval Asher needed to continue round three. Fiona arched her back and welcomed every one of his strokes deep inside of her. At the crust of her climax Fiona realized Asher was the ‘We’ she wanted and needed. This man was here to stay and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She believed he would move heaven and hell for her. So, during her moans of ‘yes Asher, yes Baby.’ She was really telling him they could, try this new life.
Six months later….
Asher, Fiona, and Melba Waldroup now lived on thirty acres outside of Franklin, Tennessee. Melba Waldroup had some improvements. She now had movement on the right side of her body. Her words were forming much better through the help of her Occupational Therapist. She did Physical Therapy three times a week and Occupational Therapy twice a week. She finally realized what all her daughter had sacrificed and went through in life being the daughter of the monster she used to be. She couldn’t form the words right in her head yet to say to Fiona but she swore to herself, the second she could she would tell her how much she appreciated everything she’d done for her and then ask her for her forgiveness.
Asher continued to run the Cool Springs location of The Chop Shop but only during the day. At night, he went to Tattoo School. Asher was an aspiring tattoo student who possessed great artistic ability and breathtaking creativity. He was only ten hours shy of gaining an apprenticeship. Asher found a location for his own Tattoo shop almost immediately on his return to Franklin. His big dream was to own and run a luxury Tattoo parlor. His professional portfolio was coming along real nice. He now had a large clientele, mostly being his Biker club members but word of mouth traveled fast. He owned 50% of The Chop Shop, and knew one day soon he would have to lay down his meat clever and focus on his Tattooed career fulltime.
Fiona Waters had just returned from Milan’s Full-Figured Fashion week. She wanted to surprise the love of her life by coming back a day early. She had the car drop her off at the end of the drive. Her flats crunched down the pebbled driveway. Once she reached the house she used her phone to dismantle the alarm system before unlocking the door and walking in. She didn’t want any distractions for this night. She checked the camera on her phone and saw her mother was sound asleep on her end of the house and Asher was spread out like a wild man covering their massive bed. She knew Sassy would come and greet her at the door but she’d never let Asher know Fiona was home. She was a well-trained guard dog and knew when to keep her mouth shut to surprise an intruder. Fiona quietly opened the door and there stood Sassy wagging her tail fiercely at her. Fiona put her pointing finger over her lips and hen patted the small dog. She left her bags at the door and tiptoed to her and Asher’s bedroom. She shut the door behind her leaving Sassy out in the hallway. Fiona striped down to nothing and slid into bed.
Asher was sound asleep but woke when he felt a movement next to him. He was on high alert then and Fiona knew she had to assure him she wasn’t an intruder.
“So, I hear your hot girlfriend is out of town, I came to fuck you hard.” Asher pulled Fiona in close to him and breathed her in.
“Yea, she is and I do need me a good fucking.” He said with sleep in his voice. Asher rolled to his back and Fiona climbed on top of him. He touched her all over, making sure she was there and not some figment of his imagination. She laughed.
“Everything’s still here baby.” Asher touched Fiona’s neck and a felt a necklace close to her neck. Fiona never wore tight necklaces so this was something new for her.
“What’s this?” Asher asked her in the dark.
“Just a new piece of jewelry Fiona told him.
“Let me see it.”
“Later Baby, right now I want to slide up and down all of those magical inches of yours.” Asher did not protest.
After Fiona rode Asher like she was in the Kentucky Derby and once they both made it to the finish line. She laid on his bare chest. Thy listened to each other’s heartbeat for a while and then Fiona stirred. She sat up straight on top of Asher, waited a beat and then she reached over to bedside table and clicked on the lamp. Asher noticed the necklace he’d felt early was now gone from Fiona’s neck and he wondered what she was doing. Asher noticed a bead of sweat on Fiona’s forehead and she kept wiping her hands on the sheets.
“What’s wrong Fi?” He asked her, sitting up a bit now. She shook her head and then her eyes got glossy. Asher sat up in the bed then and pulled her close to him in their sitting position.
“Did something happen in Milan?” He asked her in almost a panic.
“No, nothing like that, just give me a minute.”
“Are you pregnant?” He asked her.
“Hell no!” She said with such force that they both laughed.
“Alright what is it then?” He chuckled. Fiona held her closed hand out to him and Asher held out an open hand to her. She placed something small in it and then moved her hand away so he could see what she’d given him
. Asher looked down at the smooth onyx sphere and then he noticed the blue coloring coming from the inside of it. He moved it closer so he could see it better. It read ‘Every story has it scars’. Asher looked at Fiona and the tears streamed down her face.
“That’s our beginning, let’s make the memories for our ending.” Asher nodded back at her. Fiona took in a deep breath and placed the ring on Asher’s special ring finger. She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it. Asher scooted off the bed with Fiona still wrapped around him. He got up and she held on to him. He walked over to the dresser and he opened the top drawer digging deep towards the back. He pulled out a small box and then handed it to Fiona.
“Great minds think a like I see.” He told her. She laughed and they stood there holding each other for a long time.
On Asher’s first day as a fulltime Tattoo artist his entire morning was already booked. He had a client who wanted some colossal tattoo that was going to take a few hours. The tech already had his first client sanitized and ready to go when he got there. The man was face down with his shirt off. Asher greeted him and then shook his hand awkwardly with the man’s face down position. Asher pulled on his black gloves and sat in his chair. He looked the man’s back over and admired the tatts he already had.
“Hey, these are kickass Tatts man.” He told him.
“Thanks, I designed them all myself.” The gruff toned man told him.
“No shit?”
“I shit you not.” The man told him. Asher noticed one of the tatts then, it was the biggest on the mans back. It was of two kids fishing on a dock. The smaller child’s initials were KB and the older child’s initials were AB both surrounded by hearts. Asher stood his feet quickly.
“What the matter? You act like you’ve seen a ghost.” The man said calmly from the table.
“I think I have.” Asher said.
“I’m proud of you son. This is a well establishment line of work and you’ve done well for yourself. We have a lot of catching up to do and I have a lot sucking up to do. So, let’s get started with this ink first and then we can go from there. How’s that sound?” Asher sat back down slowly and started the machine up. He shook his head and looked up at the tattooed ceiling, with tears forming in his eyes. Asher felt so complete and full of so much love. He thanked God silently for all many blessings. He focused on beautiful Fiona’s tattooed face in the ceiling and blew her a kiss. He heard the chime of the front door and then he heard the receptionist greeting.
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