by S. C. Adams
“You are?” I say with disbelief. “You’re a lot younger than me! I’m twenty-six! That’s old, isn’t it?”
Austin nods, to my surprise. Dustin and I burst out laughing.
“I’m older than all of you, so don’t feel too bad,” says Dustin. “Guys, do you think we should have Megan over for dinner sometime soon?”
“Yeah!” says Austin.
Mason nods and smile. To me, that is him signaling his approval.
“I would love to,” I say. “We can do that this weekend! I’ll bring dessert.”
“That sounds like a plan to me!” says Dustin. “Boys, play on your tablets for a little while, while me and Megan step out and talk for a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” the boys say.
“It is nice to meet you both!” I say as we make our exit from Dustin’s office. He closes the door behind us so that we can talk above a whisper.
“They are just the sweetest boys,” I say. “Mason and Austin. Mason could be a young version of you.”
“Yeah, if you saw what I looked like when I was five, you’d think that is me in there,” Dustin agrees. “Austin looks a lot like me, too. But he’s got a lot of his mom in him. He’s even stubborn like her. He’s got her eyes and probably her height, too.”
“I didn’t even know you have kids, Dustin,” I say. “I understand why it hadn’t come up yet. We’ve only seen each other a handful of times, right? Something like that is pretty important, don’t you think?”
“I do,” agrees Dustin. “It’s not like I was hiding it from you. I was waiting for a good time to introduce all of you. I don’t date. I wasn’t sure if the ‘kid thing’ was going to be a deal-breaker or not.”
“It’s not,” I say. “But I don’t get it. Where’s their mom?”
“She died almost two years ago,” he says.
Instantly, I want to backtrack my line of questions. “Oh, Dustin…”
“It’s all right,” he says. “Just, let’s not talk about it here, okay?”
I just add more questions onto my long accumulating list. I don’t want to hurt him, and I’m not sure how tender the subject is, so I back down.
“Mason has a few memories of their mother,” says Dustin, looking into his office and watching his boys playing on their tablets. “He used to ask about her every night. Now, he’s stopped bringing her up almost entirely. I’d like to think he’s moving on and not still sad.”
“Does Austin have many memories of their mom?” I wonder.
“No, I don’t think he even remembers her at all, to be honest,” says Dustin. “He was only a year old when Rebecca died. He just turned three a few weeks ago. He’s really funny. They both are. Austin’s usually a lot ornerier if he doesn’t like someone. I think he likes you!”
“Well, I like both of them, too,” I say.
“So why, may I ask, have you stopped by my shop today?” Dustin queries.
“I want to talk to you,” I reply. “I talked with Kelsey. I’ve thought about it, and I wanted to let you know that we’ll both work for you if you’ll still have us.”
“I’ll hire you right now!” says Dustin happily. “Yes. Please come and work for me. Can you two start on Saturday?”
“You bet we can,” I say. “I could start tomorrow afternoon if you want. We’re quitting tomorrow morning.”
“Take the day for yourself tomorrow then,” says Dustin.
“I know one way I’d like to celebrate,” I tell him. “I’d like for you to come over to my place tonight.”
“Is that so?” he asks, intrigued. “Well, I’d like to go to your place, but unfortunately, I don’t have anyone that would be able to babysit for me tonight. I can’t leave my boys alone at the house.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” I say. “How about then… I come to you? Why don’t I come over to your place tonight after the boys are asleep and we’ll pick up where we left off outside Cupertino’s?”
“We were getting pretty frisky and amorous there,” says Dustin. “Are you sure you want to come over to my house? One thing might lead to another.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I say with a wink.
47
Dustin
I get Austin in bed by seven and have Mason falling asleep by eight. Once I know they are safe and sound in their bedrooms, I sit in the living room and wait.
Megan has invited herself over, and I can’t be more thrilled. We are both hungry for each other, and I’m ready to tear into her like a starving dog. I’m going to hate having to keep our volume down, but I don’t want to traumatize Mason or Austin.
When Megan finally gets to the house, she waits a minute before coming to the door to check her hair and makeup. I don’t want her to know I can see her, so I keep the door closed until she is ready.
She walks up and gives the door a light knock. I open the door and take her in. She is wearing a low-cut blouse and a skirt, looking sexy as hell.
“Damn,” is all I can say.
“Are Mason and Austin still up?” she asks.
I shake my head. “They’re fast asleep.”
And then, just like that, Megan walks right up to me, wraps her arms around me, and kisses me. We kiss in the doorway for nearly a minute straight, not even parting to breathe.
I pull her into the house, closing the door softly behind us. We stand there in the living room, unable to decide if we want to sit and park on the couch or not. While we think about our choices, we continue to kiss each other passionately, our mouths and tongues working diligently.
She is feisty, moving her hands around in places that are sure to start trouble. I want to just reach right up her skirt and feel how wet she is.
“I want to be inside you,” I whisper to her.
“Then, take me to your bed,” she commands.
I lead us to my bedroom, holding her hand in mine. We kiss the whole way there, slowly removing each other’s clothes bit by bit until we finally cross over into a realm of privacy. I close the door behind us. I am tempted to lock it, but I don’t want to keep myself from the kids, in case one of them needs me in the night.
She wants the lights off, which irritates me. I want to see all of her as clearly as I possibly can. I’m used to a lot of women wanting the lights off during sex, but I want to see if I can get away with a little light. I don’t want to scare her away, though.
Once we are both completely naked, we just lay in bed and touch each other. We are getting to know each other’s bodies, trying to memorize every centimeter of skin our fingers encounter. She is very good at intimacy. Her passion is raw, unfiltered, and it is enough to make me unusually hard, solid enough to plunge right in.
She would move closer to me whenever our kisses include tongue. Fearing that she might crawl on top of me and end the fun too fast—I felt I could burst at any moment—I decide to give her something before I give her my cock.
I slide myself down the bed a few feet, kissing down Megan’s body the whole way down. I linger by her chest for a few moments, massaging her breasts and kissing her big, perky nipples. While I continue slowly kissing down her smooth body, I decide to check her humidity.
She is soaked. I’ve never felt a woman so wet and aroused. I can’t wait to taste it.
I don’t hesitate after feeling her wetness. I kiss along her thighs briefly, but within seconds, I am feasting on her pussy.
I give her oral sex because I want to please her and I want to try the taste of her juices. My tongue is buried deep inside her, enjoying the exquisiteness that exists within her.
I look up and I can just barely see her face. I love seeing the look on her face while she experiences carnal bliss. She is biting her lip, trying hard to control her volume. She is moaning more frequently, and I know she will get louder when I touch her sweet spot.
I have my hands on her breasts, but I decide to move them before it is too late. I put one hand down by my mouth, and I put the other in her mouth. I want her to bite down on my fingers or ha
nd to help keep her quiet for what is to come. Instead, she mostly just keeps licking and sucking on my fingers while I lick and suck on her clit. It is enough to fill me up to maximum capacity. I am completely ready for her.
And she is ready for me. I fervently lick her clit once I know I’ve hit her sweet spot, not stopping, working hard to earn Megan’s orgasm. She puts her hand behind my head, keeping me steadily in her lap until the job is done. She bites down on my fingers once she is ready to let go.
I make her cum, and I do it well. She trembles, moaning at a low volume, giving me so much of her cream and riding my face like a real woman to pull out every last drop.
After her orgasm is complete, I decide to give her a twofer. I get on my knees and crawl back up to meet her at the head of the bed.
“That was incredible,” says Megan.
Without warning, I go for it. Even though she’s climaxed, she is still wet for me. I put the tip of my penis up against her soaked walls, gently rubbing them together to get them acquainted. I can feel her tremble, anxious for me to penetrate her.
It isn’t going to take long for me, but I doubt she’ll blame me. After all, she’s gotten hers already. Plus, I suspect that it might not take much for her, either. We are responding to each other so well already.
I climb on top of her and stick my thick cock as deep into her pussy as it will go. She bites down on her lip again. This time, it is pleasure and pain. I am stretching her wider than I think she’s ever been stretched before. I’m already getting close just watching her face while I make myself home inside her.
I fuck her wet pussy good and hard, drilling into her with a mighty force. I stare down at her chest, watching her breasts move up and down along with our motions. She puts her hands on my back and runs her nails down my flesh.
“Oh, Dustin,” she moans.
I gently apply subtle pressure back onto her clit with my thumb as I thrust in and out of her to achieve what we want. Soon, we are both coming together, and we are coming hard.
After, we stay in bed and cuddle for a while, and before either of us can pass out, she gets out of bed and gets dressed. I stay in bed and watch her.
“I enjoy watching you get dressed almost as much as I love watching you get undressed,” I say.
She smirks. “I would stay longer, but I’m about to pass out.”
“I’m not kicking you out… you don’t have to leave,” I say.
“What would the boys think if they saw me here tomorrow morning?” she wonders. “I don’t want them getting the wrong idea. We don’t want to confuse them, right?”
“That’s true,” I consent. “That’s quite mature of you. You know, come to think of it, the boys have never seen with me with a woman like that, other than their mom. You’re doing the right thing.”
She finishes getting dressed quickly. I put on a random shirt and throw on a pair of shorts so that I can walk her out to her Uber.
“Are you sure me having kids isn’t freaking you out?” I ask her quietly while we move through the house.
“I’ll admit, I have been thinking a lot about it,” she replies softly. “I’m not really sure how I feel about all of it yet, to be honest. Not that I don’t like Mason and Austin-”
“I get it; it’s okay,” I assure her. “I won’t be offended or get mad if you don’t want to continue seeing me.”
“I was afraid you weren’t going to want to see me after tonight,” she says. “You sure you don’t want this to be a one-night deal?”
“I want whatever you want, baby girl,” I say.
“I want to quit my job tomorrow,” she begins as we get to her Uber. “I want to come work for you, I want to see how that is, and then I want us to get to know each other better. I want to see where things go. I want to go with the flow, you know? Is that cool?”
I take her hand in mine, guiding it up to my mouth to kiss it. “It’s cool.”
We kiss each other one final time before she gets in her car. I am tempted to ask her back in because our last kiss alone is enough to get my dick hard again. Instead, I watch her taillights drive off into the night.
48
Megan
Kelsey drives us both to Ultra-Cycle the following morning. We are women on a mission, and we are going to get it done before lunch.
We march straight into Jacob’s office to confront him. He is sitting there with a few of his Hell-Snake buddies. We don’t let the fact that they outnumber us deter us from our objective.
“Ladies,” says Jacob in an instantly perverted tone. “To what do we owe this pleasure? Did you know we were all here?”
The guys chuckle to themselves. We aren’t having any of it.
I clear my throat. “Jacob, we just wanted to come by and tell you… we quit.”
Jacob’s eyes widen in disbelief. The other Snakes are not amused.
“We both quit,” Kelsey says to hammer it in. “Effective immediately!”
Jacob quickly becomes incensed. He chuckles to himself, clearly livid.
“You two can’t just quit,” he says angrily. “We’re not even going to talk about this? Where’s this coming from?”
“Oh God,” I say, without holding back. “Don’t play stupid, Jacob! You’re such a dick! We’re done working under such shitty conditions! We’re through!”
“So, you’re just gonna be little bitches and not even put in your two weeks, huh?” Jacob grunts. “I’m sorry, ladies. You can’t quit.”
Kelsey lets out a hearty laugh. “Watch!”
“I don’t think that you understand,” says Jacob, getting on his feet. “You both belong to me.”
“I’m afraid we have to disagree,” I say. “We’re out. Later, Jacob.”
Then, just as quickly as we arrived, we are back out the door. We walk right out of Jacob’s office and leave Ultra-Cycle.
We practically both leap back into her car. Kelsey is laughing like a madwoman while I feel like I might be near hyperventilating. I feel good.
“I’m so glad we’re out of there,” I say, reclining my seat back as she gets the car back on the road. “This is great. I hated working for him.”
“Jacob is a fucking scumbag,” says Kelsey. “We’re on to bigger and better things. Seeing as we’re effectively unemployed right now, do you want to go ahead and make sure we’re not unemployed for real?”
“Yeah, let’s head over to Dustin’s shop and make it official,” I say, following her lead.
I still haven’t told her about what happened between him and me the night before. I was going to, but I want to wait until I know we have a good amount of time to discuss and dissect. I’m still sore from what he did to me.
When we get to Dual Wheel Duo, we go right on in. Dustin is instantly happy to see us.
“Hello there,” Dustin greets us cheerfully. “Nice to see you back here so soon.”
“Hey, boss!” says Kelsey.
“Boss?” he wonders.
“We went right into Jacob’s office and quit about twenty minutes ago,” I inform him. “We’re on the market, looking for new jobs. Got anything for us?”
“When can you start?” he asks us.
Kelsey and I high-five in excitement. I go up to Dustin and give him a big hug, holding onto him for many seconds.
“Thank you,” I say.
Kelsey follows suit and comes over to hug Dustin as well. He claps us both on the shoulders and hollers jubilantly.
“We’re celebrating tonight!” he declares. “We’re partying and welcoming our two additions to the Dual Wheels crew! I hope you gals are ready to throw down with some real bikers!”
The party Dustin is throwing that night is being held at his clubhouse. After we leave the shop, Kelsey and I spend most of our day getting ready for the party. I’m not sure how late the party is going to go. I don’t know whether Dustin has a babysitter for his boys or not.
Dustin texts me the address to the clubhouse. It happens to be quite close to his bike shop, w
hich I’m sure is by design. He says we should try and get to the clubhouse by eight, so we show up fashionably late at eight-fifteen.
The place is packed with men and women; drinking, smoking, playing pool and darts, and just having a fun time. I am stunned to see an actual bar in the center of the main room, full of liquor and mixed drinks. There is rock music playing loud over the sound system, and the vibe is excellent.
I notice that Kelsey has her eyes set on a particular guy by the bar.
“You could get him, you know,” I whisper to Kelsey. “Go get yours.”
She nudges me. “Trying to get rid of me already?”
“No, I just figured if you are interested in him, maybe you could go talk to him, and I could go find Dustin. Maybe?”
She can tell how badly I want to see him, and so she lets me go. “Okay.”
“I promise I won’t abandon you all night!” I say. “I’ll be within shouting distance, okay?”
“Fair enough,” says Kelsey. “Text me if you need me.”
“Same to you!”
I think Dustin must’ve heard my voice because all of a sudden, he appears behind me. He has his infamous smile back on for me. I wonder if it’s cool to kiss him here in front of everyone.
However, I choose to play it safe for the time being. We give each other a long hug and get drinks and a vacant booth.
Dustin and I get to talk more, and I get to learn more about him. He is clearly a proud father because most of his stories include Mason and Austin. It is great to see him be such a caring dad.
I want to ask him more about his wife and how she died. I really don’t want to pry and seem like a nosy rube, but he’d left me pondering for some time.
“The boys really warmed up to you fast when they met you the other day!” says Dustin. “I don’t know how you feel about kids. I know some people hate kids.”
“I don’t hate kids at all,” I assure him. “I rather like your kids. I want to get to know them more, just like you.”