by Jamie Begley
“You’re going to miss her.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, we are very close. I would even come home on the weekends just because I missed her so badly. But the college she is going to is just a few hours away. I plan to drive down a couple times a month. I don’t want her driving home; she is not the best of drivers. Treepoint is small and the roads aren’t busy, but busier roads give her trouble.”
“Perhaps you should take her out driving in more heavily traveled roads for the experience, instead of trying to keep her from driving them.”
“Tried that, took off ten years of my life expectancy.” Beth shuddered even now at the memory.
“That bad?”
“Worse.”
Razer laughed at her expression. “She can’t be that bad.”
“Oh yes, she can, she pulled out in front of a semi. It was a miracle he was able to swerve and miss us. If another car had been coming, I wouldn’t be sitting here now."
Razer's laughter immediately died. They finished eating in silence. When they were done, they put their dishes in the sink. While Beth did the dishes, she heard Razer turn the television on while she worked. She didn’t want Lily to see the dishes when she got home.
When she was done, she went into the living room to see Razer sprawled on her couch. Beth began to feel nervous being alone with him.
“Would you like some more tea?”
“No thanks. Come watch this movie with me. The house is usually so loud I can’t enjoy watching television anymore.”
Beth moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch; Razer reached out and took her hand, pulling her down next to him.
“How many people live with you?” Beth questioned. She was curious; she knew nothing about his personal life. She didn’t even know where he lived.
“It varies, sometimes twelve, sometimes thirty. Our club is pretty large and our headquarters are in Ohio. Members from there rotate in and out.”
“It must be a pretty big house.” Beth tried to think of houses in the surrounding areas with homes that large and couldn’t think of one.
“It can be, but we always find enough room for everyone to sleep, even if we have to bunk together or sleep on the couch.”
“I imagine that does make watching television difficult.”
“Yeah, that and we can never agree on the same thing.”
They grew silent and watched the movie. Beth got up once to go to the restroom and to pour herself another iced tea. She sat down, nervously reaching across Razer to place her drink on the side table. Razer watched her actions. When she had sat back down next to him, Beth had done so without his prompting, but her actions seemed stiff and uptight for a woman of her age.
“What?” Beth saw his puzzled frown.
“My grandmother doesn’t act as uptight as you when the whole club shows up on her door. Aren’t you a little young to be strung so tight?”
“I didn’t mean to be.” Beth replied defensively.
“Loosen up some. You act to old for your age; probably working for all those old people you take care of doesn’t help."
“Are you insulting me or my job?”
“Both. I am just saying act your age.”
“Oh how am I not acting my age?”
“Well for one it wouldn’t take me a whole day to kiss someone not so uptight.”
“I am not uptight.”
“You are.
“Am not.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
“Like this.” Before Beth could determine his intentions, he pulled her to him and kissed her. His mouth enveloped her, seducing her in a single stroke of his tongue parting her lips. He searched her mouth with his tongue. Beth tasted the iced tea he had drank for dinner. There was a heat Beth had never found in a kiss before. He was experienced, tempting her lips to open wider for him, giving all the access he wanted without hesitation.
Beth’s arms circled his shoulders, her hand delving into his long hair. The silkiness felt irresistible between her fingertips. His hand buried in her hair and tilted her head backwards; his lips released hers to explore her sensitive throat. Taking a piece of skin into his mouth, he sucked it producing a groan from the excitement it aroused.
Hearing it, Razer’s hand slid across her stomach sliding underneath her thin t-shirt to skim over her lacy bra before gliding underneath to find her peaked nipple. Another moan escaped at the fire beginning to burn out of control in her body. Beth tried to regain the control; she had never had trouble keeping it before, but lost it just as quickly when he lifted her shirt pushing her bra out of the way.
Lowering his lips, he expertly began to suck on the nipple he had exposed, while his other hand began to unsnap her jeans. Beth lifted her hands to stop him, but he had already stopped to take off his shirt. Beth watched, becoming aroused at the sight of his muscular chest; he didn’t stop there, but unbuttoned his jeans pulling his cock out. Blatantly, he took one of her hands placing it on his hot length before wrenching her jeans down and sliding his fingers under the crotch of her panties rubbing the rosy flesh underneath.
“That’s it baby; get good and wet for me.”
Beth sat stunned. Never had she been with a man who moved so fast through the steps of intimacy. The previous men she had dated had gone slowly, letting her set the pace. The only pace Razer was setting was how many bases he could steal before sliding home.
Finding her hidden clit, he began stroking until it began to throb in demand. Small whimpers escaped her trembling lips as Beth slowly moved her hands on his cock, wanting him to feel the passion at the level he was arousing within her body. She began to stroke his cock faster, unsure of herself and how he wanted to be touched.
“Like this.” He took her hand, squeezed hers tighter against his hard length. Pumping her hand up and down in a rhythm he set for her. “I like it hard and rough.” He forced her fingers tighter on his cock. When she took over, his hands returned to her cunt, sliding the panties out of the way and his long finger slid deep within her.
His teeth bit her nipple. Beth's body jerked when he added a finger, sliding deeper within her. “You’re tight. I love tight pussy.”
Beth was almost drawn out of the sexual haze he had thrown her into by his words, but his finger was sliding through her wetness before adding another finger into her already tight sheathe. Biting her nipple harder, he began to thrust his hips against her hands. “Come here baby.” Sitting up, he pulled her jeans the rest of the way off taking her panties with them.
“Wait.” The burning arousal he had ignited was desperately trying to be doused by her conscious screaming at her to stop before it was too late.
Beth was trying to get her raging hormones under control, but found her body maneuvered until she was laying on his lap sideways with her leg draped over the back of the couch.
“It’s cool, we don’t have to fuck. Just let me play for awhile.” His hand buried in her hair, he pulled her towards his cock. Beth opened her mouth and took him sucking hard, while licking the tender underside.
His loud groan inflamed Beth; she once again reached out to hold his cock with her tight grip. Alternatively sucking then stroking him, she could taste the leaking pre-cum on her tongue.
Razer now had three fingers buried deep within her while his thumb danced across her clit. This time it was her moans that filled the air as he built her towards an explosive climax. Beth tried to scream around his cock, but the hand buried in her hair forced her back down on his now spurting cock.
“Swallow it all.” He kept his hand in her hair until his cock quit twitching, rubbing her clit, giving her the full effect of her climax. Beth rose up when he finally released her hair. She didn’t look at him as she jerked her clothes back on.
“Beth?” Razer still sat with his jeans open, his still semi hard cock hanging out.
“You better get dressed, Lily could be back anytime.” Razer gave her a sharp look, but immediately shoved his cock back into his jeans.
“What’s the matter?” He tugged her down onto his lap after she was dressed.
Beth shook her head blushing, feeling his hand smooth down her tumbled hair.
“I can see something is wrong. Are you regretting what we just did?”
“Yes.” Beth was honest enough to admit to herself she had enjoyed it, but couldn’t help being disgusted with herself for giving in so easily to her body's demands. “It’s just that I don’t know you very well.”
“I think you got to know me pretty well.” Razer laughed. “Don’t worry about all that other shit. It doesn’t matter. I am pretty easy to get to know, you already figured out how to make me happy.”
Beth disgruntled said, “I think it’s pretty obvious what makes you happy.” The picture of him with his cock down the waitress throat in her mind.
Razer grinned, he knew women and it was obvious where her mind just went. “Let me tell you a secret. Made me hotter than hell you watching us. I imagined it was your mouth sucking me off. Tonight you didn’t disappoint me, I want your mouth again, but next I want that tight pussy. If it takes you getting to know me better, I can handle that. I enjoy your company. Now does that sound good to you?”
“Ok," Beth said, determined not to wince at his plain talk. They were both adults, she would have to get over her prudish ways if she wanted to be with Razer.
“Good, now I gotta go or your sister is going to find me here and I don’t think you want that?”
“No.” Beth apologized with her tone of voice.
“It’s cool.” He lifted her off his lap, taking her hand he walked to the door. “Friday, we are having a party at the house. You want to come?”
“I would like that. Lily is going out of town with her youth group.”
“I will pick you up at eight. Sound good?”
“Yes.” With a light kiss on her lips, he was gone. Beth stood uncertainly at the closed door. Forcing herself to move, she went upstairs to her room. Taking a short shower eased the tension, but not the desire still plaguing her body. Beth thought about Razer as she sat on her bed painting her toenails. She liked his easy nature and sense of humor. She had never been around someone like him before; he eased that feeling of being stifled she always walked around with, but couldn’t figure out how to solve. He made her feel free, as if she was capable of being like the other women her age who didn’t have to worry about keeping so many people happy.
The door opening and closing alerted Beth to Lily’sreturn home. There was a quiet knock on her door before Lily stuck her head inside.
“I am just going to bed. Need anything?”
“No thanks. Goodnight Lily.”
“Goodnight, sleep well.”
“You too, Lily.”
Chapter 4
Monday’s were always busy for Beth. Her first stop was Mrs. Langley, who was waiting on her to take her to get her hair done. Beth listened on the way to the beauty shop as she gave a list of groceries for Beth to pick up. Vincent Bedford and Samantha were coming to dinner that evening, so she would be preparing a meal. Beth would fit the grocery shopping into her tight schedule, hoping this time the father and daughter would actually show up. The last time they had not shown without even a courtesy phone call to cancel.
It didn’t take long for her to drop Mrs. Langley off at the beauty salon; her next stop was Ton’s home. He lived on the outskirts of town, a couple miles up Pine Mountain. Beth always enjoyed the drive and Mr. James always gave her gas mileage. The log cabin, which was Ton’s home, suited him. It was rustic and old fashioned with hardwood floors; built on the ridge to capture the beauty of the mountains through the windows on the front of the house.
Ton answered her first knock, so he must have heard her arrival. Her smile was returned with a sheepish one. Beth had not seen him since his drunken rampage at Rosie’s.
He didn’t prevaricate. “I am sorry Beth. My behavior was inexcusable.” He poured her a cup of strong black coffee. “Have a seat.”
Beth sat, picking up the coffee and winced at the taste. Ton pushed the sugar towards her. Beth had to add several spoonfuls’s to make it drinkable.
“I have your groceries in the car.”
“I don’t know why James won’t let me do my own shopping. The drive isn’t that far from town."
“Probably because you’re blind in one eye.” Beth gently reminded him.
“Yes, well I remember where everything is. I still see perfectly fine.”
Beth shuddered in horror at his reply. “Doesn’t matter anyway James took my keys and after Rosie’s, he even threatened the cab company if they came out here to pick me up.”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“Don’t be. Guess I brought it on myself. I just go in for a couple drinks, and then before I know it, I am drinking the harder stuff. Guess I am not doing so well adjusting to being old with nothing to do.” He ran his gnarled hand through his long grey hair.
“You need a hobby.” Beth suggested.
“That I do, drinking as one isn’t working out so good.” Beth laughed. She found it hard to believe the mean foul-mouthed man she had seen last Thursday was the same one standing before her now.
“Well, I better get the groceries packed in before you go. I know you have other clients to see about.”
“I do, but I have a few things I wanted to get done here first if you don’t mind. I scheduled in a couple hours and I don’t want to lose the money.”
“You sure you’re not staying because you and that son of mine think I can’t take care of myself?”
“Not at all, I need all the hours I can get, I have a sister to put through college. It can be very expensive.” Ton tried to stare her down, but Beth held firm. Twenty-seven years in the military and he caved to a blue-eyed blond. Ton realized there could be worse things than looking at Beth clean his house for a couple of hours.
“Well, I don’t want to deprive anyone of their education.”
“We both would appreciate it.”
“Okay then, what did you have in mind?”
“A little of this and a little of that; go pack in the groceries while I start a load of laundry.”
By the time Beth finished three hours later, she left behind a stupefied Ton standing in his clean living room smelling the sweet scent of the laundry. She completely cleaned his entire home, including fresh sheets and blankets on his bed. His still wet freshly washed hair had not even been spared; she had firmly sat him down at the table, taking scissors and a comb to it until he looked better than he had in several weeks.
Beth returned to town picking up groceries for two other clients, plus the additional ones Mrs. Langley had requested to be purchased before rushing to meet her at the diner next to the beauty salon where she was to have had lunch with a friend until Beth’s return.
Beth had three more clients to see before she could call it a day. Each client had their own set of chores that needed to be completed, plus several that were spur of the moment requests. She always tried to do the additional requests if at all possible, not wrapping-up her day until late. When she finally got home, it was to find Lily doing homework. Eating a quick dinner she headed for bed, already dreading the work that was looming during the coming week.
By the time Friday arrived, Beth was exhausted after putting Lily on the church bus with a caution to be careful and a tearful hug, she watched the bus drive off before going home to take a nap. She woke a couple of hours before Razer was due to pick her up. Beth took a long shower, blowing drying her hair before putting on light make-up. She dressed in jeans and a pretty red top that softly clung to her full breasts.
This time Beth was ready when Razer knocked on time.
“You look great. Ready?”
“Yes.” Beth removed a jacket from the closet.
Razer’s motorcycle was parked outside; this time Beth felt more comfortable getting on and sliding her arms tightly around Razer. Beth was excited to see where Razer lived,
but nervous about meeting his friends. She had never put herself in this position. Even in college, what few parties she had attended had been with the few girlfriends she had made who hadn’t minded her straight lace ways. Just once, Beth wanted to be reckless. To live as other women did and not hear her father’s sermons in her mind for what others considered normal. How could she teach Lily freedom if she wasn’t willing to find it for herself?
Beth was shocked at the house Razer drove onto and parked. She got off the bike staring. “You guys are staying at Stolmes’s factory?” The factory had been built four years ago when the economically depressed area had tried desperately to find work for the people in Treepoint. A businessman, Gavin Stolmes, had come to town, buying a huge amount of property that everyone considered useless. It had been over forested, steep, and rocky. It was not even a particularly pretty piece of land. The saving grace about the property was that it was a large acreage and that was the selling point to Stolmes. He and his private investors had put up the money, building the factory in record time. Several of the local businessmen had also invested their money as well. The factory completed, the machinery had been ordered, but never arrived. Stunned, the investors discovered that Stolmes had left town without a word with the two million needed to buy the machines to build the equipment that the plant had been laid out to build. There even had been a bed and breakfast built to house the buyers when they visited. It could hold a group the size of Razer’s.
“Yeah.”
The house was lit up inside and music could be heard. Groups of people were standing around drinking various forms of liquor.
“Let’s go.” Taking her hand, he led her up the steps to the front porch, crammed with even more people than Beth had first thought.
“You didn’t tell me there would be this many people here.”
“It’s busy this weekend. The guys are up from Ohio, we are all headed back next week. A dispute has broken out; Viper wants to send a message."
“What message?”
“A don’t fuck with me message.”
“Oh.”
He opened the door and ushered her inside and into another world. Beth thought it would be people standing around drinking, talking, and dancing. A normal party, there was nothing normal about this party. They were doing much more than she had ever imagined. Women were all over the place in different stages of dress, some dancing, some sitting, all in various stages of sexual acts.