“Sure, if you don’t mind, Ms. Connor.” I’d swallowed thickly and as I passed by her, my side brushed against her ample breasts. I could feel my teenage hormones kick in, and my blood had rushed to my penis. I couldn’t stop it, and she had spotted the hard-on.
I’d watched as she had licked her lips and smiled. “Looks like you are very happy to see me, Archer.” I had started to choke, and she’d rushed to pat me on the back. After I’d recovered, she ran her hand down my front and grabbed my cock through my jeans. I’d let her take it out, and she had sucked me off. It was my first ever blowjob, and there was no chance that I was going to try to stop her. Hell no.
Surprisingly, though, my cock had no reaction to my memory of Ms. Connor sucking me off. But if I were to think of Tiffany and her coy eyes as she sucked my cock, I’d be in real trouble. She was still out with my sister getting a manicure. I thought of the possibility of talking her into running those new nails down my back and scratching me as I fucked her all night long. I didn’t know if it was love or lust I was feeling right now. But I planned to enjoy this time as much as I could without thinking anymore about it.
In the end, the idea of love scared me. But the thought of marriage had always scared me a lot more. Perhaps it was because you promised your life to another person for as long as you lived. What if you lived to be 100 plus years old? Would you still have to love that same person? Was it possible to love someone that long? I’d watched my mother and father grow apart in their marriage; however, they still clung to one another. I knew their generation was different. They believed that once you got married, you stayed married. If you were bored, a quick little affair might be acceptable, but not one where you became too attached to the person you’d picked to sleep with. You always had to come back to your husband or wife. Not that I thought my parents did this.
I had seen evidence of this in one of my dad’s friends, Timothy. He was married to a nice, older lady whose name was Margaret. I saw Timothy out one night without her. He had a young, twenty-something female on his arm, and she was fawning all over him. He was reserved with her, but still, I could tell that he enjoyed her attention. I don’t know if he’d slept with her or not; that wasn’t any of my business. I just knew that type of behavior wasn’t something I would ever find acceptable in a marriage. I was pretty sure, although not positive, that Tiffany felt the same way.
13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tiffany
I looked at my outfit in the mirror and turned around. “Are you sure this doesn’t make me look fat?” I called out to Archer.
He turned and looked at me. “Swee swee,” he whistled at me and grabbed me from behind. “If by ‘fat,’ you mean Pretty Hot and Tasty, then yes,” he whispered into my ear as he rubbed his pelvis against my butt.
“Stop, or we will be late. You sister said not to be late,” I reminded him as I slapped his hand off my butt. He had been squeezing my ass cheeks and massaging them. I knew it would lead to more if I didn’t stop him now. My strength at fighting him off would end quickly, too, if he continued much longer.
“Hey, tell me a good childhood story of yours. Something that you think is funny now. I want to know you better.” He pulled me closer as he asked.
I looked at him, puzzled. “Why now?”
“Because earlier, I realized that I hadn’t really heard a lot of things about your younger years,” he replied.
“I told you about my bad haircut. That was something I find funny now,” I said.
“But tell me something else, please.”
I looked at his puppy dog eyes and sighed, “Let me think of a good one.” I thought for a minute. “Okay, so don’t think I’m a bad person; just remember that I was really young and curious,” I began.
“Okay, go ahead.”
“When I was around six years old, I got ahold of my mother’s super glue. My sister happened to be the perfect target. I didn’t think the glue was as good as they claimed. So I wanted to test it myself. I put the glue on her fingertips while she slept and put her fingers on her head.”
“Did it work?” he asked with wide eyes.
I laughed. “Oh yeah, but I got such an ass whooping. When my sister woke up and tried to move her hand, it was stuck. She screamed to me, ‘Something is wrong, Tiffany. I can’t move my hand off of my head.’ I tried to play the part straight, but my mother saw through it. My sister had to get a really short haircut, and to punish me, my mother cut my hair just as short as hers. I wasn’t too keen on playing any practical jokes after that, not for a very long time, at least,” I told him.
He had started laughing in the middle of my story and continued until after I was done telling it. “So, you have an evil prankster side?” he snickered.
“My pranks aren’t that bad. At least, not since that time. I only do simple pranks, nothing that will hurt anyone. I apologized to my sister, but she didn’t talk to me for a good six months afterward.”
“I can’t blame her, not one bit.”
“Hey, that was nice compared to what my brother did to our cousin,” I stated.
“I’m scared to ask.”
“Let’s just say that those display toilets in Home Depot had to be cleaned up, and my brother got sent to military school. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that to a cousin of ours,” I explained.
“Yeah, your super glue prank is a lot better. Well, not for your sister, but at least it wasn’t as bad as your brother’s,” he agreed.
“It happened a few years before my super glue prank too. I’d seen how bad of an ass whooping he had gotten, and that they sent him off to school. I’m not a woman who is built to go into a military school. I heard the tales my brother told when he would come home on breaks. By the way, they didn’t allow him home right away. He stayed gone for a whole year before I saw him again. By then, he had changed so much. He was better disciplined, though, so my parents liked it. To be honest, I liked my brother before his time at military school time better. He’s chilled out a bit now, though. He didn’t go into the military like he was supposed to after school,” I explained.
“Why not? I thought that was a requirement of those schools,” Archer asked me.
“He played sports and got injured. He hurt his neck badly, so they allowed him out of his contract. He was actually paralyzed for a few years after the accident,” I explained.
“Wow, what happened?” he asked.
“He was hit, and his neck bent the wrong way. They said he was lucky that it didn’t break; if it had, he probably would have died.”
“Holy shit, that is intense.”
“I know. My parents felt bad, like they had set it all in the works by sending him away at the start. But Stan, my brother, told them not to blame themselves.”
“So you said he was paralyzed for a couple of years? How did he get better?” As a doctor, my mind had tried to work out the various treatments they could have tried. However, physical therapy wasn’t my field of specialty.
“It was some sort of treatment the doctor tried. Something with water; I don’t remember much else about it. But if you ever meet Stan, he’ll be glad to tell you the story,” I stated.
“Yeah, I would love to hear all about it. I’m glad he is better, though. That is amazing.” Archer looked at his watch. “We’d better go, or we will be late for supper.”
“So, do you know what your sister has planned? I’m excited to find out!”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t be so thrilled about it,” he replied drily.
“Why? Do you know something I don’t?” I asked him, my nerves kicking up a few notches. I knew everyone would be there tonight. If it was just us and his sister and brother, I might have felt a bit better. But his comment made me far too nervous.
“I don’t know a thing she has planned. She just told me the same thing as you, ‘It will be life changing!’” he said, using air quotes to make his point. It reminded me of Dr. Evil in Austin Powers. In fact,
he’d raised his eyebrows and changed his voice to sound just as Myers had in the movie.
I laughed lightly. “Oh, okay. I just…oh never mind.” I stopped short of complaining about his ex. If I could just stay close to his brother and sister, it wouldn’t be too bad. I hoped and prayed, at least.
“Come on. Time to go.” He grabbed my hand, and we left the hotel.
“You have the address, right?” I asked him, my nerves still screaming out in fear of what might be awaiting us. His sister had quite a wild side; she had told me some of the adventures she’d been on, and I was very impressed. But I had to say, I wasn’t nearly as brave as she was.
He held up a piece of paper and nodded, “Yep.”
I even noticed a difference in him since dinner with everyone was getting closer. Because I knew nothing about his past relationship with Jasmine, all I had was what I’d made up. And I loved to torture myself by picturing them as a loving couple. Of course, that didn’t do anything to make me feel happier or less nervous. The closer the cab got to the address, the more I fretted about today. My mind loved to make Jasmine and Archer be the lovey-dovey couple. You know, the ones who make you sick watching them, they are just so into each other. However, if I were smart, I would stop the whole thought from driving me crazy. If they had been that lovey-dovey couple, they surely wouldn’t have broken up, now would they? That thought was the one saving grace for me right now. Logic just didn’t allow for the whole “so sweet” couple angle. I clung to that thought like a drowning woman in the middle of an ocean.
The cab stopped, and we climbed out to join the rest of Archer’s family and the outsiders – Jasmine and her fiancé. If I were being honest, the guy Jasmine was with seemed nice enough. He just happened to have bad taste in women. Hmm, that meant so does Archer, since he’d dated Jasmine as well. However, he had married me, so he couldn’t be all that stupid. Not that I thought I was the greatest woman around. I knew I had faults. But I was also a good person, and I would always give a thousand percent to the man I loved.
I had done that with Nick, even though I hadn’t been happy about some of the things in our life, namely the sucky sex. Yes, Nick was horrible, and I hated to think of how I’d had sex with him in the past. I was happy that I would never have to face that debacle again. I don’t want to speak ill about him, but he couldn’t get it up all the time. Who the hell am I kidding? I shouldn’t stick up for him ever; he had cheated on me, after all. I hoped he and Ms. Hart had fun; she deserved him. I didn’t know her well, but I was sure that everyone at school had known about Nick and me. So that meant she’d had sex with a man she should have known was dating another woman. To me, that made her nothing better than a cockroach.
“Good, you are all here,” Archer’s sister said to us all. “I have set up something special for us all to enjoy tonight. We will be…diving with…the sharks,” she paused dramatically between certain words for effect. Most of the crowd cheered while my insides quaked. I had a fear of sharks, and being that close to them, in a little cage…no way. This isn’t for me.
This was what I thought, but I smiled and did my own little extra cheer, “Oh so cool!” I didn’t have a choice; I had seen Jasmine look all happy, as if she had planned the event instead. She was going, so that meant that I would go; I would not look less brave than her, ever. I had come to not like her one bit over the little bit of time I had known her. I’d heard her making catty comments about some of her supposed friends and wondered how she treated her non-friends. Well, all I had to do was think about how she had treated me. She never had a polite look on her face when I was around; she made sure I knew she didn’t like me one bit.
Now that I’ve been around them longer, I didn’t think here attitude toward me was because Jasmine wanted Archer back by her side. I had no doubt she didn’t love him, but how he felt about her? That concerned me.
I’d come to dislike her based solely on her snootiness around most people. I hated girls like that; they’ve always rubbed me the wrong way. Although I’d never been rich, my family had never wanted for anything. However, I had never once looked down at someone who didn’t have a lot of money. We’d had a lot of poor kids who had been shipped into our school from another district. I had stopped a few bullies who would try to make those kids feel bad about themselves by calling them names and picking on them. I had gotten into more than one fight as a child, too, sticking up for all of my friends. I saw Jasmine in many of those bullies’ faces, and I didn’t like her one bit.
I recalled a girl I had gone to college with, Pamela Tompkins. She had been a rich, snotty little thing. Her father had been mayor of her little town. The town was no bigger than 1000 people, so it wasn’t like he was some big shot in the political world. But she had acted like he was. She had looked down on all of us, much like Jasmine liked to do to me. Pamela had made all of our lives a living hell too. She had been accepted to the same sorority as me, and she’d wanted to run it all. Thankfully, the older girls had shut her down. But she had still tried to push us all around. Often, we wouldn’t argue with her; we would just do what she wanted. I know that sort of made it our own fault for what we went through. I should have stood up to her, just like I should stand up to Jasmine. However, as was sometimes the case in the past, I was too chicken.
Archer must have noticed my fear, or perhaps he’d felt me trembling. “Hey, I’ll go down with you in the cage. Don’t worry,” he whispered to me. He placed my hand into his, and his bigger hand enveloped my small hand, helping me feel safe.
I nodded so he would know that I agreed with his idea, and I relaxed a bit. At least Archer would make a bigger target than me. Don’t get me wrong – I didn’t want him to be eaten either. I just felt better knowing that I wasn’t the only offering on the menu for the sharks. I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to move to the cage after getting the gear on. I was sure that my trembling legs would give way under me and I would fall to the floor of the boat, my fear out there for all to see.
It didn’t hurt that Archer had grabbed ahold of my arm and helped me move forward into the cage. I let him lead me, my mind going close to panic mode. I was breathing faster the closer we got, and he leaned over and kissed my cheek. “We’ve got this. Just relax,” he whispered into my ear.
The cage was lowered into the water, and Archer held onto my arm. I felt better with him so close, and I actually started to relax enough to really look at the beauty that surrounded us. We could see some colorful reefs to our right. The sharks were majestic up close, and I looked closer to see more about them. I was going to love telling this story to my class, and I wanted to remember every detail I could. Another little shark joined the one who had come up to our cage. I pointed the new shark out to Archer, and he smiled and showed me a thumbs up sign.
This was really an amazing experience. I was so glad he’d helped me experience it. I didn’t know how I would ever thank him for it. Then I recalled some of the looks I’d seen him give his ex, Jasmine – or Bitch, as I had come to refer to her in my own mind. I could give him a divorce; it might be better for him. I don’t really fit in with this crowd, his family, anyway. I’m nothing like them, and they hate me. I really began to feel like I was having a meltdown, as I pictured myself divorced.
I didn’t want a divorce; the truth was it scared me too much. I would much rather stay married to him. I hadn’t been happy when he had agreed to a divorce when I had first brought it up. It had actually hurt me quite a bit that Archer had agreed so readily. But I felt like I was the only who was invested in our marriage. Sure, he’d impressed me by learning the information about me on our fact sheet and being able to tell me each of the things from the list that I’d given him. But that had also fooled me into thinking that he might care for me more than he actually did.
The truth was, Archer could just be a really sweet and charming guy. I know he’s good in bed, but that doesn’t mean he’s the best relationship material. I was truly scared that if we divorced and tr
ied his plan, he would end up throwing me to the side. I don’t really think I deserve a man like him, not at present at least But if we were still married, he’d be less likely to kick me out. I realized I needed to really talk to him about our marriage – what would be the best option for us and how I really felt about a divorce. It was about time that I was as truthful with him as I wanted him to be with me.
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