by Ford, Mia
“I love you, too,” Ted said. “It makes me feel pretty honored that you would let me into this part of your world. It just reaffirms how special you are to me and it makes me feel like I’m special to you.”
“You are special,” I said. “I hope you know how special you are to me.”
Ted gazed into my eyes; he leaned forward, and kissed me. Then we held our heads softly against each other just allowing the warmth and the touch to exist between us. It was sweet.
“I wish my parents could be here to meet you,” I said. “I know that you and my father would have so much fun together.”
“I would have loved that,” Ted said. “But I bet he is here in spirit. It looks like his whole being was involved with this house one way or another. I’m pretty spiritual, and I believe that when you are that firmly rooted in a place that small remnants of you—your life force—stays there. Every day you leave a little bitty piece of yourself there. And when you are gone from this physical earth, those pieces of your energy, your soul—whatever you want to call it, whatever you believe—they stay there and they live on. That’s why people say that they can genuinely feel a presence around, especially when it’s someone they love. That’s what I believe, anyway.”
“That’s beautiful,” I said. “And yes. I believe that, too.”
Ted kissed me again just then, and then again. Then once more, this time stronger and more forceful. The urge was rising in him just as it was rising in me. Since the first time I’d thought of little else but getting him back inside of me. Our lives had been chaotic and busy since that time, but here we were alone again and ready to pursue the physical aspects of our love even more thoroughly.
As Ted kissed me I reached under the kitchen table and massaged him through his jeans. I could feel his huge cock being trapped underneath layers of clothes, but it was getting hard and thick, and it was ready to be unleashed from its dark, cage.
“Go for it,” Ted whispered before wrapping his lips sensuously over my top lip and sucking smoothly.
I was already getting so wet that my panties were clinging to me. I hoped Ted was ready. I was going to ride him senseless. It would be even more exquisite since our last lovemaking. I knew more about him, what he wanted and loved, and he knew more about me. And as we got into things I didn’t think that a single shred of spontaneity had been lost with us either. It was almost like the first time.
I pulled his now unbuttoned, unzipped jeans down, and then I went for his boxer shorts. He always wore black, silk boxers that were tight against his skin. His bulging member was now protruding slightly from the break in the fly hole.
I leaned in closer to kiss it through the cloth. It responded by moving upwards, getting harder and more erect. It liked me. I almost giggled at the observation.
My lips wrapped slowly around the still covered head of his cock and allowed my hot breath to massage the tip. The way his body quivered when I teased him was so fun to watch. It got me even hotter. Just knowing that he was so ready for me. I hadn’t even touched him yet and he was already about to bust his nut in his boxers. But I couldn’t let that happen. I decided to set him free.
I pulled his boxers down and let them drape under his scrotum. His balls were large and round, the skin over them tight and smooth, slightly darker than his cock which now stood up right in front of my face.
He was so big, so thick. This was the first time I’d really had this type of look at his package and I was delighted by what he was bringing to the party. My long, slender fingers wrapped around his prick at the base and moved slowly towards the top, pausing halfway up the shaft.
Ted was begging me now. “Keep going… oh, baby… keep doing that…”
“What do you want?”
“Put it in your mouth… I need it…”
I smiled and let my tongue stick out of my mouth just far enough to touch his luscious member. It lingered there for a moment and then I slid it higher on his shaft, getting closer and closer to the top. He tasted fresh and clean. His manly scent full of testosterone and sexuality wafted into my mouth and I could practically inhale him.
“Oh, shit…” he moaned.
I decided to quit playing then. I desperately needed to taste all of him. My entire body was quivering with anticipation. I opened my mouth and engulfed him, moving all the way to the bottom of his cock quickly, in one fell swoop.
My jaws and throat were being given the workout of my life, but I was ready. His dick scraped against the back of my throat, but I opened wider and pressed my head down farther to swallow just a little bit more.
“Wow…” Ted moaned.
I was taking him in all the way now. Closing my eyes, I tried to keep my position on him. I knew my throat wanted to give out, but I held still, steady as long as I could before I pulled back about halfway with a huge gasp of air. My head was dizzy and spinning, but still I wanted to taste more of him.
Ted stood up and guided the back of my head with his hands as he rocked his hips back and forth gently into my mouth. My tongue was gliding up and down his shaft as I allowed the rest of his long, thick member to come into me. After a few minutes of this I could taste some of his sweet, pre-cum, whetting my appetite for what was to follow soon. My head was almost spinning with the anticipation of it, but I kept myself still and continued moving at the same pace. I wanted to make this last as long as I could.
“I’ve got to have you,” Ted said suddenly.
He moved out of my mouth and motioned for me to stand up. I quickly followed his orders as he bent me over the kitchen table and yanked up my skirt. He pulled my panties down. In a second he was inside me pounding away at me. No warning, no warm up; it was go time.
“Yes!” I groaned as he entered me. The thickness inside of my aching, pleading walls fulfilled my every need. I leaned against the table and let him continue to move in and out of me with his long, deep, pumps of his cock. He grabbed my hair and began pulling with one hand and slapping my ass with the other. I loved the way he was dominating me. I wanted him to know that I was his. I’d lied to him and I felt like I deserved to be punished. I wanted him to show me what a bad girl I really was.
I braced myself and planted my heels firmly on the floor, leaning back to facilitate the sex. I was so wet that he slipped right in and out with the greatest of ease, occasionally losing the traction and falling out completely. At one point he rubbed his cock on my ass to dry off some of the moisture and then pushed his throbbing rod back inside of me.
Soon, I could feel him getting harder, a bit more enthusiastic, his moans growing louder. He was going to come.
“Are you going to come for me?” I asked. “Blast that seed inside of me…. please… baby, give it to me…”
There was nothing else in my mind except that. I wanted him to fill me up with every ounce of his delicious nectar.
And that he did.
When he stopped coming, it was dripping out of me. My own orgasm came just a few moments before his did, but the instant his salty juice poured into me it quickly took my orgasm to another level. I tried to hold myself upright and allow him to keep fucking me hard from behind, but my arms would not work. My legs felt like jelly and my head continued to spin as rockets of beautiful pleasure soared through my entire being.
And then it was over. We were both spent.
Afterwards we cuddled on the couch together, feeding each other ice cream and telling goofy stories from our childhood. As we sat there being together I came to realize that all of my dreams were coming true. Ted was the man I’d dreamt about for so long, a man I thought would never actually exist.
And our love story seemed like a dream, a fairy-tale. I told myself long ago that I didn’t believe in fairy-tales. But I found myself living in one.
Chapter Eight
Ted
Two Months Later
“Are you sure?” I asked. “It looks pretty stellar to me.”
Bonnie laughed and hit my arm playfully. “Wow, I’m gl
ad you brought me along.”
Bonnie Blankenship, my neighbor from down the hall who I’d been fairly friendly with the past year or so that I’d lived in the building, and I were shopping for an engagement ring. Well, I was shopping for an engagement ring to give to Leia, and Bonnie had been kind enough to lend me her female expertise since I really knew nothing about rings, or any jewelry for that matter.
We were standing in the third jewelry store of the day trying to find the perfect ring. So far I thought we’d found at least three winners, but Bonnie said no each time. I imagined the one that she thought was the best would end up being the most expensive, of course. I had one credit card left I’d have to use that I hadn’t quite maxed out yet. I thought I had enough on it.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“It’s too small and it’s kind of clunky looking. Actually, it barely even looks like a diamond. This is a ring she is going to wear forever.”
“Don’t women trade those out for wedding rings on the wedding day?” I asked.
She smiled. “A lot of women actually wear both together. Seriously, do you never look at women’s rings?”
I laughed. “No. I’m a man; we do not do that at all.”
Bonnie smirked and we continued on down the line. The beautiful sales girl who was helping us was getting a little bit bored it seemed. I couldn’t blame her. Bonnie was taking forever. I would have bought the first ring I saw that looked decent. It didn’t really matter. No matter what ring I got it was going to be a joke compared to the ring that Leia could buy for herself. Hell, she’d probably suggest trading them both out after a bit. I was fine with that, but I wanted the impression that I had tried and succeeded in finding a great ring that I could afford.
“Ah! This is nice!” Bonnie said excitedly pointing to a ring on the end.
I walked over and looked where she was pointing. I saw a nice ring that looked…well…nice. I honestly did not see what was so special about it. But Bonnie’s eyes were lighting up like a pinball machine.
“Let’s take a look,” I said.
The saleswoman smiled and took it out of the case. It was shiny and sparkly with a big rock on it. Yeah, it was an engagement ring. And it cost five grand. That was just under the limit I had on the card.
“This is one of our most popular sellers,” the saleswoman said. She gave me a look with a wide smile and leaned in slightly. Was she flirting with me? I thought she might be but I was too distracted to really notice, although she was rather stunning looking.
“This is beautiful!” Bonnie squealed.
“Ok, that looks fine,” I said.
Bonnie was annoyed by my lack of enthusiasm, but I bought that ring and we walked back out into the mall. I was glad as could be at having this ordeal, this nightmare over. I’d always hated shopping for jewelry and women’s clothing. Nothing in the world bored me more.
“So, when is the big day, do you think? Do you have a date in mind? I realize you haven’t actually asked her yet, but it never hurts to plan ahead.”
I looked over at Bonnie and laughed at her excitement. “Wow, do girls start planning this stuff in preschool or something?”
“Yes, some do,” Bonnie said.
“Ok, and what is your wedding plan?”
“Well, since you asked, I plan to get married in front of the high school that they used for the set of Sixteen Candles, my all-time favorite movie.”
“Wow, that’s weird,” I chuckled.
“You jerk, it’s not,” she said hitting me playfully. “Besides, it’s my fantasy. I can do whatever I want.”
“Well, good luck with that. Are you sure that school is even still around? I heard somewhere that a lot of those places were abandoned schools that they fixed up just for the movies. That was back in the mid-eighties. It wouldn’t surprise me if those buildings had been torn down to make room for parking lots or something silly.”
Bonnie’s mouth dropped open like I’d just kicked her puppy. “You goof! That is not cool. I’m gonna have to look that up now and make sure you are lying.”
“I’m not lying,” I said. “I saw it in an interview or something once.”
“I’m starting to regret helping you,” Bonnie said.
“I do appreciate the help though,” I reassured her. Putting my arm around her shoulder endearingly, I said “Really. Thanks.”
Bonnie smiled sweetly. “Anytime.”
I found myself wondering if Leia would have been at all jealous of my and Bonnie’s friendship--if you could call it that. We’d had a few flings with each other over the time that we’d been neighbors, but nothing ever went beyond that. I think we both just mutually agreed that it would be weird to be romantically linked with someone who lived in such close proximity. If something ever went bad, one of us would have to move to avoid constant resentment and awkwardness.
“So, how are you going to do it?” Bonnie asked.
Stirred from my thoughts I shot her a puzzled look. “Do what?”
“You know… propose? Surely, you have something worked out? Are you going to do the get down on one knee thing just at dinner or something? Are you going to keep the proposal private with just the two of you around? Or are you going to do something ultra-romantic and think of some perfect setup?”
“Wow, there is so much more to this than I ever thought. Thank God I have a great friend like you to point all of this out.”
Bonnie rolled her eyes, picking up my sarcasm. “Ok, smarty pants. But seriously, what are you going to do?”
“I’ve got a few things mulling around. I was thinking I’d start with a romantic dinner and then take her on a moonlit stroll along Pacific Beach. She loves it out there. She even has her own little quiet spot picked out where she goes to think sometimes.”
Bonnie nodded. “Yeah, that’s good. What else?”
“I was thinking about proposing to her in the middle of a busy restaurant. I’ve seen that a few times in movies and such. It always seems like a classy move.”
“No,” Bonnie said. “That is a very uncomfortable move and it would make me feel pressured to say yes if that happened to me. No woman wants that. I think the walk along the beach sounds pretty perfect.”
“Ok, I will most likely do that then,” I said.
“You paid a good price for that ring by the way, in case you are wondering.”
I looked at the box in the bag and back at her. “I just can’t understand how anyone can pay that much money for something so small. And all it does is sit on your finger and look pretty.”
“Well, that is the point I believe. You know the rule that you are supposed to spend three month’s salary on the engagement ring.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I wonder who came up with that rule—women or the jewelry companies?”
“Probably jewelry companies run by women.”
My stomach was gnawing at me so we decided to grab a quick burger in the food court.
“How can you eat that? I thought professional athletes were supposed to be all into eating clean and staying at the top of their game?” Bonnie asked as I shoved a huge, double patty burger, dripping with cheese and grease into my mouth. It was delicious.
“Well, there are different types of athletes. I basically sit for most of my competition. Besides, I guess you haven’t heard, I am actually retiring from the sports world.”
Bonnie gasped. “No way! You are so good. Why?”
I told her about my back injury and that it was time for me to start doing something else.
“Wow, that is too bad. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks, but it’s ok. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll find something else lucrative.”
“Well, maybe your new wife can get you a job. Doesn’t she own some kind of company?”
I smiled. Yes, she did. Bonnie had no idea how big of a company though.
“She does, but I don’t really see myself working in that field,” I said. “I was thinking about opening up my own trainin
g school for up and coming motocross racers, maybe get into bike sales, do something online with it and capitalize off my name.”
Bonnie’s eyes lit up. “Well, there you go.”
I was actually thinking of doing some of these things if I got bored, which I might after a while, but not before I took a much needed vacation.
“Yeah, like I said, I’ll be fine. Everyone needs to stop worrying about me.”
“Is Leia worried?” Bonnie asked.
I paused before answering to consider the question.
“No, not really. She is concerned, mostly that I’m going to be ok with the adjustment to not racing. I assure you both that I’m already coming to terms with it. Racing was a part of my life, but it’s not all I’m about.”
We chatted a bit longer as we finished lunch and afterwards I went back home. Bonnie had to go meet her parents for something that afternoon and I was glad to be rid of her, though I did appreciate the help in picking out the ring. But every time I looked at it, I felt sick about how much money I spent on it. I just had to keep reminding myself that it was a great investment and soon that money would seem like a penny that rolled under the couch cushion to me.
As I drove my jalopy of a car back to my crummy, little apartment, I felt great. It was like there were just good feelings in the air. When you have the world by the tail and you know that everything you’ve ever wanted is about to be given to you, it is easy to stay in a positive mood. It had been a long period of darkness and struggle; now it was time for me to get what I deserved.
When I got home I had a stack of bills waiting for me. It was business as usual. I grabbed them from my mailbox and headed upstairs to my apartment. I picked up a cold beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table to look at the mail.
It was mostly junk mail with a few bills that were all threatening “Final Notice” and “Disconnect Pending”. I laughed as I swigged on my beer. These people would be lucky to get a dime out of me any time soon. And when they did I would pay them off to go away.