“Please…” She begged, lifting herself out of the water a bit and reaching down, grabbing my firmly before positioning it at her entrance. I stared in shock, my lust overcoming me like a freight train, but she just looked to me uncertainly. “Can I?” she asked, voice so soft, so vulnerable that I just wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and kiss her into oblivion.
“Gwen,” I rasped, sounding debauched even to myself. “You can have anything you want.”
“Good,” she said, slipping me inside of her. God the heated crush of her had me gasping without even thinking about it. “Because I want you.”
“Fuck, babe. Then you can have me. Any ways you want me.” I was babbling, but I didn’t care. The feeling of her wrapped tight around me was intoxicating, leaving me entranced as she slowly dropped her weight down onto me. Maybe one day I could get her used to me enough that I could slam up into her all at once, but that certainly wasn’t in the cards any time soon.
But I could be patient for her. I could be whatever she needed. So, I waited until she fully sank onto me, our hips flush, before letting my body seek the pleasure it had been craving so ardently.
I set my hands on her hips and bucked into her, letting myself ease in and out, her womanhood throbbing with every thrust inward. She set her hands on my thighs and bounced lightly, her ass smacking into me and jiggling even in the water, sending me to the stars. The feeling of her sliding up and down my shaft was almost too much to bare, and I could feel myself coming close to completion again. It was crazy to me that I had had sex with quite a few other women, and no one set me off like this. I would come once, and then roll over. But not with Gwen. I stopped her for a moment to give me time to calm down a bit, not wanting to pop off prematurely. I wanted her to enjoy this, savor every minute of my rod inside her. I kissed her wherever I could reach, my member still pulsing inside her, making her gasp with every beat. And with every beat she clamped around me, making me want to go back to the frenzied, nasty sex we had against the wall. Suddenly, she leaned back and kissed me before haunching forward, slipping me out of her and playfully shaking her voluptuous ass at me. Overcome by my desires, I jerked her forcefully towards me, causing a delighted shriek to pour out of her as I parted her lower lips and began pounding her again. I gripped into her hips, watching her ass bounce and sway as I shoved myself inside her. “Harder, Link!” She cried out, “Fuck me harder!” Her pleading cries sent me back into frenzy mode, impaling her with my cock, over and over. The harder I pounded, the more she screamed with pleasure and the closer I got. Suddenly she let out a loud whimper and I could feel her clamp down around me, and the feeling of her coming undone finally sent me sailing over the edge. As she tightened around me, her orgasm at full bore, I filled her crevice again. Both of us falling back, tired and satisfied, content with one another as we laid there in the water.
11
Gwen
Today was the day: Dinner at the Gallagher home with my grandparents. A grand display which had to go off without a hitch. Luckily enough Link was in full swing today, cooking up a storm as I sat and fretted, wheeling here and there in the kitchen and at least helping him get things. It was my luck that today would be another bad leg day, and I felt like a complete dunce for not being able to help. Link already had a spiral ham in the oven, yams cooling on the counter, along with stuffing and many other delectable items. His goal was to use food as a way for there to be less talk, more stuffing faces- and less ways our little charade could be unraveled. As he stood there cooking collard greens at the stove, I was really beginning to wonder how much of a charade this was anymore. A few days prior, he had buried himself within me twice, without a worry as to protection or pulling out, and I had lustfully drunk from the pool of temptation that had lingered since I got here. It was hard not to want to pull him to me now in his white button up, protected by a cute little apron I had got for myself to add more homey touches.
We had even gone as far as to take pictures together and scatter them through frames in the house. Driving from place to place, we had strangers who barely knew us taking snapshots like we were some annoying tourists, giddy from love and high on the excitement of new places. Looking at the pictures, we looked so happy and content, like a real loving and happy couple. It was a bittersweet thing for me. It was almost as if the pictures were what could have been had we never broke up. As much as looking at them made me smile, it also carried a sadness to it. Once all this was over, Link would return to his bachelor life and I would be on my own, alone. As much as I wanted to be self-sufficient, I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit I was going to be lonely without him. Maybe he could come over sometimes, play games or we could go out and do something. Maybe I’d invite him over for dinner some nights. Or maybe we would end up strangers all over again- he the rich neurologist and I the disabled part time office worker. Worlds that were never meant to collide in the first place.
“Hey,” Link shook me from my thoughts, “You alright? You look like you are going to cry…” He turned off the stove top and took the apron off, walking over to me and getting at eye level.
“I- I’m fine,” I stuttered a bit as he tenderly took my hands in his, a worried look on his face. “Just nervous.”
“Listen,” He chuckled, flashing his gorgeous pearly whites, “We have got this in the bag, Gwennie!” I looked down into my lap, overwhelmed suddenly by confusing feelings, my eyes stinging with tears. He moved his hands from mine and trailed up my arm, laying them at my shoulders. “Look at me.” I looked up at him, his green eyes gorgeous in the soft lights in the kitchen, almost a glow. I forced a smile, and he smiled back. “See? It’s all going to be fine. I mean I have created a full spread here, we have the pictures, we have the chemistry…” He trailed off and furrowed his brow, seeming to be lost in a thought for a second.
“Link?”
“Oh! Right! Ha, sorry I am a bit tired…” He was lying. I could see it in the way his mouth twitched as he talked. As I was about to ask what was up, the doorbell rang, sending my heart into my chest.
“Shit! They’re here already…” I whispered anxiously. “I am not even dressed! They’re like an hour early!”
“It’s okay,” Link beamed, “I’ll take care of Archie Bunker and Edith, you get dressed.” He motioned towards the hallway where my room was and headed swiftly towards the door, his gazelle like legs seeming to make the journey in two strides. “Just a second!” He bellowed towards the closed door, and I scurried in my wheelchair towards my room. As I ducked inside, I could hear the front door click open and the muffled voices of them and Link chattering away. I felt like a kid dragged to an adult party I didn’t want to be at. I wanted to just hide in my room and pretend that the past year and a half was a dream. That my mother was still here. That we had made our trip around the United States, seeing all the sights, eating all the yummy food…I shut the door quietly behind me and noticed that there was something purple on my bed, hanging delicately off the side. As I wheeled closer, I saw it was a beautiful dress, a note laid across it written in familiar doctor like scribble.
For a truly beautiful woman, on this, the day of our great deception. PS. See I remember things- you like the color purple! I hope the dress style is something you like. If not, we can return it later and get something more you. I giggled softly to myself as I eyed the dress, adorn with a sequined bodice, the shirt part made of a glittery tulle with a slip sewn in. It looked kind of like an old pageant dress, which I was sure my grandmother would love, being a prior beauty queen herself and all. I would imagine if she had been able to get her hand on me in childhood, I too would have carried on the tradition. My mother had told me stories of how she was made to do the same. She would laugh at how gaudy the pageant dresses had looked, the cattiness of the other girls. She had always felt like a weird outsider- her choice of dress a bigger hair and very 80’s vaporwave kind of style in high school. But, as she had told me when I had asked why she had done it, it had always been
to keep grandmother happy. She loved poetry, and she figured if grandmother could be so supportive for what she loved, she could be supportive of what grandmother loved. It had always been a big regret of my mother’s that she couldn’t bring herself to reconnect, the words and actions of my grandfather tarnishing their relationship.
I got on the bed and shimmied the dress on, not wanting to risk doing it by myself standing up. Physical therapy was really taking it out of me lately, and left me often weak and wobbly, though Meghan assured me over and over it was just a part of the process. She said it meant that we were making progress- challenging me would make me stronger. And I, of course, was no wuss when it came to a good challenge. I often seemed to push myself a little harder than I should, wanting so badly to burst from this weathered cocoon and be normal again. I grabbed the zipper pull Link had bought me so I could wear other dresses and used it to pull the zipper up in the back. As I pulled, I felt it snag. I sighed in frustration, trying to gently finesse the little silver slab of metal up, but to no avail. I got up and hobbled to the door, feeling embarrassed to once again have to ask for help with something so simple.
“Link! Could you give me a hand!” I yelled into the hallway. I heard him excuse myself and ducked back into the room as his dress shoes clicked down the hallway, sitting on the bed. As he entered the room, a big grin on his face, it was replaced by a look of surprise.
“Wow,” He gasped, “You look amazing! The girl at the dress shop was right this definitely suits you!” He sounded like a giddy schoolgirl, thoroughly satisfied with his wardrobe achievement. It was hard not to giggle at him as he stood there, so excited about something so tiny. His words though made me feel beautiful, and I smiled back, my cheeks blushing a bit.
“Thanks! That’s sweet of you to say.”
“Hey now, I only speak the truth.” He winked flirtatiously, and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. It was amazing how gifted he was at making me melt like a stick of butter. A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head, bringing him back to center. “Anyway, what did you need there, Princess?” As the words slipped off his tongue, his eyed widened, almost as if he felt he made a critical error. The words flowed into my ears and plastered a smile across my face, leaving Link now with reddened cheeks. I shook it off quickly.
“I need you to zip me,” I pointed with my thumb behind me, “The zipper is stuck.”
“Even with that fancy zipper pull, eh?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “Sorry…”
“No! Don’t be. Are you able to stand up?” He asked as he held out a hand to help me up. I nodded quietly, his strength doing most of the work as I grunted. Pain shot, hot and relentlessly down my legs. I let out a whimper as I stood there, my legs screaming out, twitching and spasming. Link held me around the waist with one arm to support me, using his free arm to zip me up, his body pressed close to mine. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and my pain seemed to disappear. I could feel him set his head on mine, hesitant to let me go. I could feel his chest rise and fall, taking a deep breath in suddenly, letting out a sigh. In his usual prince like fashion, He picked me up and sat me in my wheelchair, effortlessly as always. “Did you need anything else?” He smiled absent mindedly, seeming to be lost in his thoughts again. Oh but to be the fly on the wall, able to see what he was thinking.
“Nah, I got the rest. I just have to get makeup on.”
“You’re already beautiful now!” Link sighed, shaking his head as he headed towards the door. “You really do not need it. Just get your hair together and come on!” He laughed, dancing humorously in place, “The party is just getting started!” I laughed as his movements echoed that of Elaine from Seinfeld, so stiff and awkward, I snorted. Link’s laughter roared as he exited out into the hallway, leaving me to do my hair and makeup. I wheeled myself over the vanity, taking a good look at my face. Maybe he was right…I didn’t look terrible. I quickly put on some mascara and lip gloss, throwing my hair up into a messy bun, and wheeled myself out into the living room, Link and my grandparents chittering away as I entered the room.
“And here is the woman of the hour!” Link grinned, motioning to me as made it to them, my grandmothers look of concern seemed quickly replaced by a delighted smile, her eyes passing over me.
“What a beautiful dress!” She beamed, lightly shoving my grandfather. “Look at her Alfred! Doesn’t she look like…”
“Helena…” His eyes widened a bit. He swallowed and cleared his throat, forcing a smile. “You look very beautiful.” He said quietly, a sadness seeming to wash over him.
“She does!” my grandmother got up and rushed over to me, “Where did you get this?! I want one!” I looked helplessly at Link. I had zero idea.
“Lasseter’s,” He smiled. My eyes popped at the name. Only the richest of the rich shopped at Lasseter’s… the thought that I could very well be wearing a five-hundred-dollar dress made me dizzy. “I got it for her as a special gift for todays dinner. She’s an amazing woman.” He grinned, walking over to me and kissing me on the cheek, heading towards the kitchen.
“I can tell you care about her a great deal, Link!” My grandmother said excitedly, “I am so happy that you’re together.” Her words, though jovial and light in nature, cut me a little. If only that were the case the voice in my head had said, catching even myself off guard. “Makes me feel a lot better knowing she is well taken care of in such a lovely home.”
“ I try my best,” Link’s smile was super forced now, his face twisted uncomfortably. Something seemed to be up with him, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe he was having the same feelings I was having? I would have to try to talk to him later. I motioned for him to get the food together and bring it to the table and he nodded. “Who is ready to eat?”
Link and my grandmother set the table as my grandfather and I sat there in silence, his head in his hand, watching my grandmother. It was clear that he did not want to be there as much as I did, he was just horrible at acting, wearing his emotions on his sleeve. I had learned at a young age from Link and acting in school plays how to put on a good face. It had come in handy in the months after my father died, after I had lost Link to the grip of his deplorable parents. His eyes flashed to me momentarily, and I flashed a smile at him. Reactively he let a semi grin slip, then puffed air anxiously, flubbing his lips as we waited for the food to get to the table.
Everything looked amazing, and as Link had predicted, lips were busy eating- at least at first. The silence was awkward, my grandfather looking only at his plate. My grandmother looking up at us every few moments and smiling politely as she took bites, dabbing her ruby red lips with a napkin. Finally, she broke the silence.
“This food is absolutely amazing!” She grinned, finishing her last scoop of baked beans.
“Thank you!” Link smiled back, turning on his charm like a light switch again. “I like to think of myself as an amateur chef of sorts.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his red wine.
“Who taught you to cook?” She inquired, taking a sip from her own. I raised my glass of water to my lips as well, almost choking on it when he looked her in the face, tight mouthed.
“Helena, actually.” He forced a smile, but I could see a storm brewing behind his jade eyes. He was just as uncomfortable as I was. His eyes flickered to my grandfather, who’s eyes were still on his plate.
“O-oh!” she stammered, “I didn’t realize that you and Helena were that close.”
“Oh yes,” He smiled weakly, “She was like a mother to me. My own wasn’t very kind.”
“I’m sorry to hear that… The Gallagher’s seem like such nice people.”
“Well,” He sighed, “Looks can be deceiving and liquid courage helps.” He shuffled the greens on his plate before finally picking up a forkful, stuffing his face before more words could vomit out of his mouth.
“Helena was always a talented cook,” My grandmother trailed off.
“Too bad she never did anything of merit with it
.” My grandfather grumbled. I could feel my chest catch fire, my fingernails pressing hard into my balled-up fists. Link’s face turned from semi uncomfortable to surprise when I stood up, pushing my chair back, accidentally bumping it to the floor.
“Excuse me, Alfred?” I boomed, the sound of my own voice vibrating in my chest. “What have you done exactly with your life but get rich off the silver spoon in your mouth? Reap the benefits of a family business you didn’t even start?” My grandmother’s eyes widened, unprepared for my explosion, a hand over her mouth.
“Pardon me there, little miss?” My grandfather’s voice roared back, his nose and cheeks beet red in anger. “I have worked hard over my lifetime, thank you very much. And you will do well to shut your mouth and recognize that without my handwork? You would have no stipend and no dowry you ungrateful little-”
“ALFRED!” My grandmother yelled, “Shut your mouth, now!”“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” My grandfather chuckled mirthlessly, “We are funding some cripple we hardly know, from a daughter who abandoned her family!” He hollered at her.
“Don’t talk to her that way!” She cried, tears flowly and running her mascara. “She is our granddaughter.”
“She is his daughter.” His words like flames, flickered up my arms, burning me.
“My father had more class than you will ever have!” I yelled, banging my fist on the table and pointing a finger at him.
“You can’t have class when you aren’t even a worthwhile creature,” He smirked, “Folks like you will never be better than folks like us.” I could feel the rage overflow, bubbling over and making it’s way to my cheeks. I held my breath, the only thing keeping me from jumping the racist old coot, was my legs.
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