ROMANCE: His Reluctant Heart (Historical Western Victorian Romance) (Historical Mail Order Bride Romance Fantasy Short Stories)

by Jane Prescott

  After standing to survey the orgy, Ally found Tina getting fucked by three guys at the same time. Ally watched for a while, and thought about joining, but what she really wanted to do was have a drink and take a nap. Ashley and Shelly were getting passed around a group of hung black dudes who kept slapping their asses as hard as they could. Both girls were loving it, their previous hesitation completely gone.

  Ally headed up the beach to their hotel and headed up to their room. She made herself a mixed drink and drifted off to sleep on the patio, the breeze from the ocean caressing her gently.

  *****

  “All right everyone,” Ally's Comp Lit teacher said. “I want you to take out a pen and paper. We are going to write something that isn't a five paragraph essay today, since it's your first day back from break and I don't want to stress anyone out or anything.”

  Ally dutifully pulled out a notebook and a pen. She wondered what the assignment would be.

  “Ok, now I want all of you to pen out exactly what happened on your first day of spring break. Remember, the key to good writing, besides being clear and descriptive, is writing fearlessly. So if you didn't do anything this spring break, zoom in on the minor details of life that we can all associate with. And if you did something awesome on your first day of spring break, don't be afraid to make it sound awesome.”

  The class didn't seem to know what to say, which was fine by the professor.

  “All right everyone. You have fifteen minutes, starting now.”

  So Ally wrote about what had happened during spring break, every detail. The fifteen minutes went by quickly and before she knew it Ally was handing in the story she had written about rampant sex on the beach in Cancun. Class went on as usual, and was dismissed. On the way out her teacher asked to speak with her.

  “Ally, I glanced over everyone's piece today to make sure someone didn't turn in something else thinking that I would just give everyone the same blanket grade and I couldn't help but notice how sexual yours was. Are you doing all right?”

  They sat in the teacher's small office, some of the class still shuffling out of the room.

  “I'm all right,” she said. “Better than all right, actually. One of the reasons that I went to Cancun for spring break was to get some dick, and not just any dick, but as much dick as possible and as big as possible. So really I'm doing awesome.”

  Her teacher nodded with a blank look on his face. He was a decent looking guy in his mid-thirties, with salt and pepper hair and a muscular physique.

  “And you don't have a problem having sex with so many different partners in such a short amount of time?”

  “Not at all,” she said. “I think it's empowering. Sex is something that gives women all the power, contrary to what most men would have me believe. I have no problem fucking whoever I want, whenever I want.”

  Her instructor shifted in his chair uncomfortably. At first Ally thought that maybe talking about sex was making him uncomfortable, but then she noticed the bulge in his pants.

  “Do you want me to blow you?” she asked.

  Her professor acted like he didn't know what to say, so Ally just got down on her knees in front of him and pulled his cock out of his fly. She tugged on it a little bit to get a feel for it. While it wasn't small it wasn't that big either, so she figured that if he wanted it a quick blow job it wouldn't be a big deal.

  “Just sit back and enjoy,” she said.

  Ally took his cock into her mouth while gently massaging his balls. She wanted to do the best job she could for her teacher in the hopes that he would give her a better grade. The more she sucked his dick the more she thought that it might be good to reach an agreement about her grades before he blew his load in her mouth. Just when he was about to come, she pulled her head away and pinched the head of his dick.

  “So I'm going to get an A in this class without having to do anymore work, right?” Ally asked with a cocked eyebrow.

  “I . . .uh . . . I,” the teacher said.

  Ally shrugged the spaghetti straps of her shirt off her shoulders and let her huge tits push out of her clothing. She grabbed them and held them together so that her professor's cock was sandwiched in between.

  “Either I get an easy A or you don't get to finish,” she said.

  “Fine, you have an A!” he said.

  With that he grabbed both of her tits and started to fuck them with wild abandon. Every time the head of his cock emerged between her tits she flicked her tongue out to lick the purple cock head. He was loving every second of it and started to come, shooting rope after thick white rope in to Ally's waiting mouth. When he finished he stood up and did up his pants while Ally fixed her outfit.

  “So, uh, young lady,” he said. “You'll be getting an A. You don't even need to come to class anymore.”

  “That's great!” Ally exclaimed.

  “But you will need to meet me in my office several times a week so we can talk about your experiences.”

  “Oh, really?” Ally said. “I thought you'd never ask. Are you going to fuck me hard or am I going to have to make you my bitch?”

  Her teacher blushed and led her out of his small office through the classroom to the hallway.

  “Have a good rest of your day Ally,” he said. “See you in two days, here, to go over some things?”

  “Of course, teacher,” she said. “I can't wait for all the things we are going to talk about. I bet by the end of the semester I will know all there is to know about the five paragraph essay.”

  The rest of the semester was a breeze. Ally didn't have to go to class, and just showed up every few days to talk dirty to him about spring break and let him pound her. It was the best class ever.

  THE END

  Holiday of Love

  Rosamund watched Bradley doze in the backseat, waiting anxiously for the light to change. She had about five minutes to get home and get the toddler in the house before she would be officially running late. Traffic had been oddly dense, and it had been hard enough to get the three-year-old to fall asleep, but her gentle singing and careful driving had done the trick. Now she just had to make it sixty seconds down the street to the home, and she was that much closer to her goal. It wasn’t as if she were anxious to be rid of Bradley---quite the opposite; Roz was dreading spending an entire month without her charges. She was still going to be watching the house, so she had something to do while the Ikeda family was away, but she wasn’t looking forward to the silence and stillness the house would fall into once they left for the result.

  The light changed, and Roz eased the sedan forward through the intersection, holding her breath to see if the movement would rouse Bradley. His eyes were still closed, and his tiny mouth hung open as he dozed. He gripped a corner of his Toy Story blanket in one hand, and Roz would have to wrap it around him when they got into the house and into the master bedroom. It was his preferred napping location, and since his mother had been absent the last eight months, he refused to sleep without his security blanket. Roz didn’t think he understood that his parents had separated and nearly divorced, but he could certainly appreciate the fact that his Mama was coming home. Roz had been working for the family for two years, and seeing them separate so suddenly had been almost as painful as her own parent’s death when she was six. She tried hard to stay cheery around Bradley, and she was thankful that he was too young to understand the chaos his household had almost been lost to. Olivia saw him at her own apartment on weekends, and Bradley would always cry on the car ride home. Ron always did the pick ups; Ben couldn’t stand to see his son cry like that.

  Finally, Rob was in the garage. She watched the heavy door creep toward the ground, and when the resulting thud proved to be too quiet to rouse Bradley, she quickly exited the car and unbundled the straps of his car seat. She knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, so even though the garage was pitch black, she knew to take two steps inside the hall and reach for the keypad on the right to silence the alarm before it began waili
ng. The thick carpeting swallowed the sound of her footsteps as she carried Bradley to the master bedroom in the center of the house and as she tiptoes frantically through the rooms, packing for the trip. Ben and Olivia were taking Bradley to a family resort for a month to celebrate their reunion; it was one of those cozy resorts that pumped snow in during the winter’s and shimmering crystal blue pools stuck in the middle of groups of squat candy-colored cottages. There were golf carts to ferry you around the resort, magic shows and musicals, several spa locations, and a huge recreational building devoted to arts, crafts, and music. It was the kind of place her older sister Sharon used to make fun of her for wanting to visit so badly.

  “Our chance at that kind of life disappeared a long time ago,” she would say from behind her round spectacles. They were huge, silver, and --- combined with the frizzy mop of brown hair --- made her look quite owlish. She had a habit of pushing them up her pointed nose. “I love you, Roz, but you have to stop dreaming.” Sharon had been 12 and Roz 7 when this conversation took place, but her sister’s words still stuck with her forever. Roz’s aunt hadn’t been much better; she worked 60 hours a week as a nurse, and was their only living relative, but that didn’t make her suited for raising children. She was prone to mood swings and often left town without telling either of the girls, and when she could be optimistic, it was never for long, and Roz’s relentless energy tired her out quickly. Roz learned not to come to her with problems or questions very soon.

  Even while separated, Ben and Olivia had been like parents to her, and the fact that they were nearly fifteen years older than her meant they viewed her in a parental matter by default. She was more like a big sister to Bradley than a nanny, something Roz had never counted on happening. She found herself tearing up as she hastily packed his favorite stuffed animals. As soon as she’d finished zipping the tiny blue suitcase closed, she heard the front door open, followed by the sharp clack of high heels across the polished tile. Ben poked his head through the doorway first, and his face broke into a soft smile when he saw Roz standing by Bradley’s bed.

  “He go down ok?” Ben whispered. He gave Bradley his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes; they were identical when they laughed or smiled.

  “Yes, on the way home. Didn’t even wake up when I brought him in. How did the paperwork go? All done?”

  “All done,” came Olivia’s voice from the hallway. She moved past Ben to embrace Roz. Olivia was 5’11, and she looked more like an athlete or a dancer than an interior designer. Her milk chocolate skin was pulled taught of over a muscular frame, and she appeared far younger than her 38 years. No one knew she was a year older than Ben; everyone thought he was a cradle-robber. Olivia gave Bradley the drop of cocoa in his complexion, and the soft curl of his black hair. The family got looks when they went out, especially if it was just Ben and Bradley.

  “You smell like cinnamon,” Roz said happily. “I’m glad you’re back.”

  Olivia pulled back and gazed down at Roz, smiling gently. “Me, too. I missed you. And not just because of your grilled cheese.” The two women laughed.

  “I’m gonna get Bradley, I think I hear him waking up.” Ben backed away from the doorway, looking at Olivia. “Tell her!”

  Roz looked at Olivia as well. “Tell me what?” She watched Olivia sit on Bradley’s small bed gingerly, graceful as always.

  “Well, we have two things we’d like to ask you. Not related, mind you.” She looked uncomfortable, as though she were afraid of offending her. She ran a hand across her neat bun. “First thing: we’d like you to consider staying on with Bradley and us full time…until Kindergarten, at least.” Olivia held Roz’s gaze, her eyes cautious. Roz felt her heart speed up, and she struggled to stay calm.

  “I know it’s a big thing to ask,” Olivia continued hurriedly. “But we love. Bradley loves you. It’s selfish, but we want to try to lock you down while we can. We understand if it’s too much to ask right now, but please take some time to think about it. You don’t have to answer right away.” She sighed and smiled gently after a pause. “That’s the first thing.”

  “What’s the second thing?” Roz asked. Her voice sounded tinny and far away to herself.

  “Much easier decision, we hope. We’d like you to come with us to the resort.” Olivia laughed at the shock on Roz’s face. “You only have an hour to decide, I’m afraid. The cab comes to take us to San Diego County in about two hours, and then we’re leaving you behind.”

  “Who will watch the house?” Roz squeaked. She felt the color returning to her face as her mind tried to wrap itself around this new piece of information.

  “If you haven’t noticed, we have an alarm system, and pretty nice neighbors,” Olivia answered.

  “Also, we think we could use a break.” Ben came through the door way holding Bradley, who was blinking sleepily at the two women sitting on his bed. “You deserve to be rewarded. This is the perfect opportunity.”

  “It’s not a bribe,” Olivia said quickly, and Roz understood why she’d been nervous. “We realize the timing is suspicious, but the idea came to us naturally She took Roz’s hand, and her face was shining with kindness and warmth. “You’re family, even if you don’t decide to stay with us for another two years. We’d love to start treating you like it.”

  Roz felt a knot in her chest, and she struggled to breathe around it. A small sob escaped her lips, and she turned to Olivia and buried her face against her shoulder. The older woman pulled her into another hug, holding her as though she might break.

  “Woz?” Bradley asked. His chubby hand patted Roz’s short red hair, and she looked up to find him peering at her, alarmed. Ben had walked over to the pair of them, and was gazing at her with some concern as well.

  “I’m ok, buddy,” Roz promised, taking Bradley’s tiny hand in hers. He smiled and flapped his other hand in the air. A weight she didn’t know was resting on her started to crumble away, and she pulled air into her lungs. She looked around the room at the colorful drawings and posters of Elmo, the trucks and stuffed frogs and dollhouse he’d insisted he have for all of his toys. She’d shopped with him for all of it. This room was as much her influence as it was his. She wanted to continue shaping his life, but she also was starting to think she needed to shape her own. Finally, she spoke.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” Ben said hopefully.

  “Okay, I’ll come to the resort. And I’ll think about taking a two year position

  Olivia cheered, and Bradley let out a startled laugh. Roz felt a pocket of warmth in her chest break open and spill out into her bloodstream, consuming her with a gentle euphoria. She trotted off to her room---originally a guest room--- and quickly packed her small wardrobe and most of her toiletries in one suitcase. She was packed in under an hour, and she sat in her room for a few minutes, relishing the silence and the lack of movements. She brushed her hair out, and the soft red waves fell just above her shoulders. She studied herself in the mirror above her dresser. Her pale face, the spray of freckles across her shapely nose, the full pink lips she used to be teased for (by her lipless sister). She looked younger than 24, and she was fine with that; she wasn’t fine with feeling like some strange ageless creature that had been stagnant for so long that time no longer had meaning. She wanted to accept the position partially for that reason; having the next two years of her life planned out would give her structure, a purpose, maybe lend her some drive. But should she stay in a place just because she was too afraid to break away and carve out her own purpose? Sharon’s words scarred her more deeply than she’d first realized, and Roz’s life had so far been a series of careful, measured steps as close to comfort as she could manage. She had a bachelor’s degree in Art history, but she’d never pursued her own line of creation, believing it to be the sort of dream Sharon would look down upon. She still did drawings and sketches nearly every day, but most of them ended up in the bottom of a box in her closet. She hadn’t shown anyone but Bradley in 2 years.

  S
he had a thought then, and it sizzled in her brain like a lightning strike. The resort had an art building; what if she took classes there while visiting? She could explore the part of her that had been lying dormant for so long, and figure out what she truly wanted to do. She felt numb, and Roz had a feeling that this wasn’t normal. People were supposed to have passions and dreams; why was it still so hard for her to reach for hers?

  A knock on the doorframe startled Roz out of her reverie. She turned to see Olivia standing in the doorway, holding her heavy purple suitcase in one hand. “Cab’s here,” she said cheerily. Her brow furrowed as she took in Roz’s expression. “You ok?”

  Roz nodded and stood, pulling on the handle of her rolling suitcase so she could tug it across the carpet. “I’m fine, just processing everything.”

  “I get it,” Olivia said. “Just try not to get too lost in your head. This vacation is about fun. Just relax!”

  Roz chuckled weakly as she followed Ben and Olivia out of the house. Bradley brought up the rear, pulling his little Toy Story suitcase behind him triumphantly. Ben had most of his real luggage.

  The ride to the train station was short, and the train ride excited Bradley so much that he worked all of his energy during the first half hour and promptly fell asleep. Another cab ride to the resort was smooth, and the city fell away as the wound through vineyards and grassy hills toward the property. Roz listened to Ben and Olivia’s happy chatter, marveling at how strong their bond seemed to be after going through hell. She felt another pang of sadness, and squeezed her eyes shut against the incongruous feeling. What was wrong with her?

  The cab deposited them in front of a stately cream-colored building. It looked strangely like a miniaturized version of the white house, with its sprawling, manicured lawn and row of wide windows. Several cottages were off to the left and right of it, and roz could see the pools in between the houses, huge and sparkling. The houses were all painted in pastels, and the sidewalks were done in matching squares of sky blue, cotton candy pink and soft yellow. Roz felt like she had been placed in a child’s Barbie Resort set. All that was missing was Ken.