by Ford, Mia
“I know. That’s why you like me.”
I left her laughing. That was the best way.
When I got home from dropping her off at the apartment, I began checking out chiropractors on the internet. I didn’t really need one, but I wanted everything to look good and authentic just in case she ever did decide to check up on me or what I was doing. I wanted to be able to tell her that I actually went where I said I did.
After a few calls I set an appointment, hopped up from the couch, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Then I called up my best friend Nick Donovan.
“Hey, Nick. You want to play poker tonight?”
“Sure,” he said. “You’d better have money to play.”
I laughed. “Yeah, you’d better have money to lose.”
“Ok, sounds good. Your place at seven?”
“Right on.”
I turned on the television and started drinking my way through a six pack.
By the time my friends came over, I was ready to play some cards.
Chapter Five
Leia
One Week Later
I was in my new apartment finally relaxing after a long day of meetings and things which rather bored me to tears, but nevertheless had to be taken care of. Luckily, there were no major malfunctions or emergencies that required my immediate attention for anything. We had a fantastic team in place and I was so proud of all of their hard work to keep the company so successful and thriving.
The new apartment was nice. It was basic, comfortably furnished, but nothing extravagant. I had decided (maybe drastically) that I needed to have my own apartment if I was to continue the ruse of being middle classed and continue to hide my real identity from Ted. I felt terribly guilty about all of this but things were going so well that I didn’t want anything to change. If we ever made it far enough along (and I really thought we had a shot) then I wanted Ted to tell me he loved me because he actually loved me, not my wealth or status.
But still much of the time I felt rather sick to my stomach over it and wondered if it was all a bit much. What would I have thought in his shoes? If the person I loved turned out to be lying to me about a huge part of who they were?
I had decided I would tell him soon, but right now we’d only known each other a few weeks.
A few wonderful, passionate weeks. Things were getting strong between us, intensifying even faster than I ever thought they would. Curiously, instead of being frightened by this I found myself rather enjoying it, accepting it. I was falling hard in love for Ted. And it was alright. It was more than that. It was wonderful.
I was just getting into a good mystery novel when the knock at the door came. Ted had seen my place for the first time a few days ago when I told him the good news. I couldn’t keep risking that he would show up at the other apartment with Penny there but not me. So, I told him I’d decided to get a new place with a better view. I wasn’t actually sure the view was that much better, but the apartment was pretty cozy.
When I answered the door Ted was standing there. I could tell immediately that something was not right. He had a paralyzed look on his face, a deer in the headlights type of gaze, and he moved as if he had just started coming down with influenza.
“Ted… what’s wrong?” I asked.
Ted bit his lip and swallowed. Was he trying to hide tears? My first thought was that someone close to him had died. I prepared to offer comfort.
“Um… I have some… bad news,” Ted said, almost murmuring.
I stepped back and let him stumble by me as he made his way to the couch. I’d never seen him look so upset. I was getting very worried.
“Ted,” I said as I sat down beside him on the couch. “Talk to me. What happened?”
“Can I get a drink?” Ted asked.
I fixed him a quick Scotch on the rocks. He sipped it slowly and waited, as if letting the calming effects of the alcohol work their magic. Finally, he spoke again.
“I went to the doctor today,” he said. “You know that my back has been hurting a lot since the last race.”
“Yes,” I said. He’d mentioned it once or twice and I could tell it pained him, but Ted was not the sort to complain about anything.
Ted took another sip. “The doctor said the damage is much worse than I thought. I have a bulging disc. If I fall on it again or even put much strain on it then it might rupture.”
I shook my head and reached out to touch his hand. “It’s ok. They can fix that, right?”
“Yeah,” he said. “They can do surgery on it. But I’d be out of competition for at least six months. And then it might never be the same again. If I took another nasty fall it could shatter and that would give me all sorts of pain and mobility issues. I’m in a pretty bad spot.”
I rubbed his hand and he looked at me sweetly. The pain in his eyes was evident and sharp. I hated to see him in such misery. I wanted to help him, to fix this. But even if I’d given him the money (which he probably wouldn’t have taken) for the best surgeon out there, there was only so much doctors could do for an injury. Still it might be worth a try.
“Will insurance cover the surgery?” I asked.
“My insurance is so basic… it might cover some.”
“What if I knew of a way to get the rest of the money?” I said.
He sat his drink down and rubbed my hand with his other hand. It was a nice intimate gesture. Ted even smiled at me warmly.
“Honey, I appreciate that,” Ted said. “But even if I did the surgery tomorrow and then I went against doctor’s orders and continued to race, with me being out that long and my performance thus far—the racing commission said they would revoke my pro card. This is basically a career ending situation. I’m done. That’s it… I’m done.”
It was so sad. And so unfair. Ted was a good man and a good driver. Why was this happening to him? There had to be something I could do.
“Don’t say that. We can find a way. We will just put our heads together and find a way.”
“No,” Ted said. “This is probably the best thing. In fact, I think I’ve been fooling myself. I missed my shot. I’m too old and I am not good enough. I don’t belong out there. I think I’m just going to let it go and find something else.”
It was inspiring to see the way he was handling this. I wondered how much of that was put on for my benefit.
“Too old? You aren’t even thirty yet.”
He smiled and nodded. “In this sport, or any professional sport it is starting to push things at that age. I know guys who do it longer, but those guys are blessed on another level. I have to face the facts that if I was going to get that brass ring and climb to the top, I would have done it by now.”
Hearing those words come out of Ted’s mouth really got to me, how down he actually was. Usually he kept his feelings tucked away, but here he was baring his soul to me. It was touching that he trusted me that much. I wanted him to trust me and I knew in my gut that I could trust him.
“So, what are you going to do now?” I asked.
He sighed and grabbed his drink off the coffee table. He took a sip, let the scotch swill around in his mouth and then swallowed slowly. “I don’t know. This is really all I’ve known my whole life. It’s all I’ve prepared for. But now I guess I’ll have to find a new passion, a new adventure and set my sights on that. I’ll be ok. I’ve got a little bit of money saved. That gives me some time.”
I scooted closer to him and laid my head on his chest. He felt warm and reassuring. I wish I could have the same effect on him, especially right now when he was hurting so badly.
He groaned slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lay all this on you and get you bummed out. I’m just venting a bit. I appreciate you listening to my bullshit.”
I sat up and looked him straight in the eye. “Babe, you don’t have to feel that way. You never have to apologize for talking to me about anything. I’m right here.”
I felt almost strange telling him that, but I wanted him to know
how close he was to me and I hoped I was as close to him, to his heart.
He reached up and touched my face gently, brushing my hair back. His touch was graceful, smooth. His hands were rugged, yet somehow sweet against my skin. I grabbed his hand, holding it against my cheek.
His hand moved down my face slowly, until it touched my lips. I could smell him, taste his sweet scent right then. It felt so right. I realized sitting there that I had been longing for this for a long time. I’d told myself that I didn’t need anyone that badly and it was not a priority in my life, but I was wrong.
Or maybe I just hadn’t met the right man yet. It was all so fast, moving so rapidly that I barely had time to think about the future, or about what was going on with me, with us, but I knew that this was right. It was in my guts, in my bones, and deeply embedded in my heart, this feeling that I had to follow and see where it led. I had to stay the course on this one, no matter what. Somehow I knew there would be some salvation at the end of the tunnel, the peace and serenity that I needed.
But I had no idea the road I would have to take to get there.
Ted pressed his thumb gently against the front of my lips, slowly working his way until I opened my mouth and let it in between my lips. He tasted even better than he smelled. The connection between us made everything else in life seem somehow silly and insignificant. It was just us, the two of us, right then and there. Nothing else really mattered in our own little bubble.
Ted pulled his thumb back and leaned into me closely. His lips were now pressing against mine. The kiss was full of lust and passion right from the start. It was hard and fast, moving from one kiss to the next, almost prying my lips open with his as I struggled to match his want with my own.
His tongue was like a thing possessed wrestling with mine and bringing with it a whole new level of lust into my body, injecting me with its fury. And I lapped it up like crazy. It was the most addictive thing I’d ever had in my mouth and I could not get enough of it. My lips suddenly clamped around his tongue and sucked hard as if trying to swallow it, all the while keeping my lips pressed firmly against his.
Ted pulled back suddenly and at first I thought he was going to react in a shocked manner to my intensity. I was almost horrified by it. I’d never come on that strongly so quickly with someone, but it had never felt so damn right before. And apparently Ted felt the same way.
His mouth was instantly on my neck, kissing sweetly, slipping his tongue between his lips to lap at the skin and occasionally allowing a few teeth to join in on the fun. His nibbles were soft and sweet, gliding against my skin.
His hands were under my shirt now, grabbing at my breast with more strength than he had probably even meant to. He was moaning and groaning now like a beast savoring its food. His hands were on my breasts, massaging me over my bra. I could still feel him tending to me, taking each one in his large, muscular hands and squeezing them slowly, firmly, showing me how much he wanted me.
I think it was that which turned me on the most--the fact that he desired me so much. It was more than just a physical need also. There was a spiritual component to it that I couldn’t explain. I could hardly catch my breath I was gasping so hard from each exquisite moment of pleasure from his touch and from his soft kisses, and from just being with him.
Swiftly Ted ripped my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Next his hands made short work of my bra clasp and that was gone as well now. My large breasts were exposed for him and I wanted to feel his gaze on me. I wanted him to be so turned on that he couldn’t stand it another moment and had to ravage every inch of me. I needed that validation. It had been so long since I’d had a man really look at me that way. It had been so long since I’d wanted someone to be that close to me.
And Ted did. He paused a moment leaning back to take it all in. He smiled slightly watching my breasts before taking each tit in his hands and softly caressing them, his fingers flipping just over the nipple and then quickly drawing it into his mouth. The warm, wetness felt great. My breasts have always been so sensitive when I get turned on. And he knew exactly how I wanted them to be touched. He could sense my needs… my desires… it was like he knew me better than I even knew myself.
“That’s it…” I said. “Keep… doing… that…baby, that’s so...good...”
Each word came out in a gasp as I felt the pleasure from my breasts spreading all over my whole body, especially my crotch. I was getting so wet. I was so ready for him. I wanted him so badly.
“Lie down,” Ted whispered.
I did so and his fingers quickly found the button of my jeans and started to undo them. Soon, I was out of them and then my panties were flying off my body with lightning speed. There I was now; I was lying on the couch completely nude. I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about my body, but at that moment there was no fear. There was no room for any of that kind of negativity. It was all passion and all bliss.
“You are so beautiful,” Ted said.
He leaned over me and softly breathed his warmth on my pussy. I could feel him invading me with his aura, tickling the inside of my wet, lustful temple. And then his fingers were inside of me. Two of his thick fingers slipped into the wet, slit between my legs and moved all the way inside my body.
“Shit!” I moaned as my body writhed with the force of this welcomed intrusion, my abdominals rigid with tension.
“How does that feel?” Ted asked.
“Good… oh… sooo good…”
His fingers knew all the right buttons to push and he kept alternating to keep me guessing. My body did not know what was happening to it right now, but I was about seven seconds away from pure and total bliss. That, I did know.
My hips were moving up and down now, essentially fucking his fingers. He reacted by timing his thrusts with it and then very randomly, he would go against the rhythm.
I swallowed hard almost swallowing my tongue down farther into the back of my throat, mostly to try to keep my moans of ecstasy from disturbing my neighbors. My mind was running like crazy bouncing from thought to thought. I kept thinking this was too soon, but that was a lot of what made it so hot. It was different and so new that I probably shouldn’t have been doing this so soon, but then again life was short and who knew when I was going to see my last day? No one could predict that.
I was being moved. It took me by surprise and at first I had no idea what was happening, but then Ted maneuvered me into a new position and I was able to fit the pieces together.
He was bending me from the waist all the way over the arm of the couch. This was different…and so exciting.
I could hear him fumbling with his own clothes behind me. He was breathing heavily and ripping his clothes from his body. As they landed on the floor beside the couch I couldn’t resist glancing back to see his beautiful, nude, muscular form behind me. It was the first time I’d seen him nude and he was beautiful. Every single muscle looked carefully sculpted but so natural on him. His body didn’t look like gym muscles. I could tell he kept in shape but it was more functional than aesthetics, which I found so much sexier. His lean, hard abs were popping beneath his tanned skin. I had to wonder how much work outside he did without a shirt…
I couldn’t see it yet, but I suddenly felt his dick pressing against my ass cheeks. And then a moment later he slipped inside of me.
“AAAGGHH!” I moaned as the inner walls of my wet box parted and tried to hold the contents of his enormous package.
The penetration was slow, but strong. Doubts were quickly cast into my mind as to whether I would be able to actually take him all inside of me. He was patient, though. Yeah… he knew how he was built. This was not his first rodeo. I wondered briefly how many women he’d been with. I wasn’t jealous at all. I’ve never been that type of woman. No, it was just a natural curiosity I reminded myself to ask him later.
“God… you feel so… good…” Ted grunted in my ear as he pressed his cock harder and harder into my wet chamber. His ball sack was smacking
against my ass with every jolt in an almost hypnotic yet humorous rhythm.
Ted was leaning over me now, his lips right by my right ear where he kept kissing me and whispering sexy things to me. It was working. I was getting so worked up. A heavy orgasm was eminent.
“Are you going to come good for me?” He grunted. “I want to feel it… oh, baby… that pussy is so tight. You want to make it tighter? I’m going to wear it out…”
I wanted to respond to his sweet, dirty talk, but I was too out of breath. The pleasure coursing through my body had basically tightened my throat to the point that I could barely groan or even gasp. Every time I thought a word might come out, it was quickly replaced with a loud groan escaping from my chest and through my voice with no consideration on my part.
He was pounding harder into me then. Ted was no longer pulling all the way in and out. He was performing the motions rapid fire, keeping most of his dick buried inside of me while he moved it back and forth. It was working. I was almost there. I knew it was going to happen and it was going to happen fast.
“There it is!” Ted moaned.
I felt his orgasm blasting into me. It was a viciously huge load that filled me up and began to drip out of me within seconds. Something about the way his cock was quivering as he let go his wad into my pussy set off my own explosion of an orgasm.
After it was over we both lay there just relaxing and being with each other.
It was the most satisfying sexual experience of my life and I couldn’t wait to do it again, after we’d both recuperated that was.
I knew that this had changed things between us, whether we wanted them to or not, and I was fine with that. Yes, it was too soon to have these feelings I was having, but I wasn’t afraid of them. I wasn’t embarrassed of them. It sounded crazy but I knew how I felt and I knew what I wanted.
And I believed that Ted felt the same way.
“I love you,” I said.
The words just slipped out of my mouth and I made no attempt to try to hold them back. I didn’t mean to say it right then, but there it was. And it was alright. I was fine with it. I didn’t need for Ted to say it back. In fact, if he’d laughed at me and told me I was crazy, I wouldn’t have felt bad about it. I meant what I said and I had put it out into the universe. I considered myself brave and open. That was the way I’d always strived to be in my life and I wasn’t about to change my ways now.