We still kept things tame in front of them though. If we ever got too affectionate, Dad and Kathleen would do the same, which tended to take both of us out of the mood pretty quickly. Dad found it hilarious.
The big day had finally arrived. Dad, Kathleen, Foster, and I, all huddled around the television to watch a press conference by the Department of Justice. Not exactly how most families spend their free time together.
While I had been sulking in my apartment and considering whether or not to drop out of law school, Foster had been busy putting together a bullet proof case for against PorTupe. He must have spent days pouring through all the emails on the system, but he’d found enough to warrant the DOJ opening an investigation.
The Attorney General stood up and gave his speech announcing that the DOJ had received substantial evidence from a whistleblower giving them reason to believe that PorTupe had engaged in a prolonged period of systemic discrimination against women and minorities.
Sat just to the side of the Attorney General, was a terrified looking Bryan who didn’t look at home in front of the cameras. Foster had passed Bryan all the information, so internally Bryan had played a huge role in opening the investigation. He’d no doubt find himself pushed up a few pay grades by the time this was all over.
“How are things at work, Mom?” Foster asked. “I assume the partners are kicking up a right stink about this? Will you be able to keep your job?”
“Actually, it’s not been that bad. Word got out that we resigned as counsel for ethical reasons, so although we’ve lost some clients, we’ve also gained quite a few. Some people like having an ethical lawyer, believe it or not. And most of the money from the PorTupe work went to you in the first place, so none of the partners have been hit too hard financially.”
“It’s a shame you didn’t hang on to them, though,” Dad said. “They’re going to need a lot of legal advice over the next few years.”
“That’s what really bugs me,” I said. “When all’s said and done, Zach is going to profit from this just like he wanted.”
“He sounds like a nasty piece of work,” Dad remarked. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. People like him are never truly happy, no matter how much money they have.”
“It still bugs me.”
“Your dad’s right,” Foster said. “You shouldn’t worry about it. Zach will get what’s coming to him. I’ve planted a few seeds that should grow to fruition in the next few years.”
“I don’t like that sound of that,” Kathleen remarked. “Do I want to hear this?”
“I do,” Dad said eagerly. “Sounds juicy.”
Kathleen rolled her eyes, but she didn’t leave the room.
“All I’ve done is give Zach enough rope to hang himself,” Foster said. “I had a word with the PorTupe directors and encouraged them to seek an alternate means of resolution to the case.”
“You mean a bribe?” Dad asked.
“Maybe. I told him to go directly through Zach to get it sorted. Zach doesn’t have to go along with it, but knowing him I think he will.”
A few of the pieces clicked into place. “By any chance, did you mention that a good person to try and bribe was a young attorney going by the name of Bryan?”
Foster smiled. “My lips are sealed.”
After the press conference, the media started speculating on what this investigation would mean for PorTupe. A few lawyers were dragged in to explain the process and how this would all play out. The short version is that this would take years to see through to its conclusion.
While the legal world moved at a glacial pace, the financial one didn’t. PorTupe’s stock price nose dived immediately after the press conference, wiping a third off its value in the space of a few hours.
The directors came under immediate pressure, but for the time being they refused to resign. That didn’t bother me so much. The next few years would be a living hell for them, so it’s not like they were getting off lightly.
“Time for us to make a move,” Kathleen said, grabbing my dad’s hand and encouraging him to stand up.
“Where are you going?” Foster asked.
“We’re going to meet with a few of the partners in the New York office, to talk about me moving back here. Pierce is a large part of why I want to do that, so I’m taking him along.”
Despite my dad’s lack of experience in the corporate world, he never failed to impress other professionals after just a few minutes of casual conversation. He’d help Kathleen seal the deal.
“Have fun, you two,” Dad said, as they left us alone on the sofa.
Foster gave me a little squeeze as I snuggled up on his chest. His muscles were firm, but the soft beating of his heart in his chest was almost hypnotic, and I often fell asleep on him while we were supposed to be watching television.
“Have I properly thanked you for everything you’ve done?” I asked.
“I consider what you did last night to be all the thanks I need. And the night before that. And the night before that.”
“Well I mean it. You got me out of a big problem and sacrificed your own career in the process.”
“I don’t care. I’d do anything for you, April, you know that.”
I did know that. I hadn’t known Foster that long, but his actions spoke louder than words ever could.
We lay there in silence for a few more minutes while I tried to let everything soak in. The events of the past week were still a blur, and occasionally I thought I must have dreamed some or all of it. Remarkable things like that didn’t happen to people like me.
I was a magna cum laude student; I wasn’t supposed to be at the center of a big controversy. I was a plain looking girl; I wasn’t supposed to end up in the arms of a man like Foster. Yet here I was.
I didn’t even have to worry about Dad and Foster hating each other any more. The two of them were suddenly acting like the best of friends, and it appeared to be genuine.
“What did you say to my dad to get him to like you so much?” I asked Foster.
For once, Foster’s heart rate actually sped up. Had I touched on a sensitive subject? I sat up and looked at him. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn he looked nervous and apprehensive.
I’d never seen Foster go red before, but there were hints of color on his tanned cheeks. It was completely adorable, not to mention reassuring to know that he was human after all.
“I had a word with your father,” Foster said eventually.
“Did you apologize properly this time?”
“No, not exactly.” He turned to look at me. His eyes were serious, and for a fleeting moment I felt certain he was going to give me bad news. Then he smiled. “I told your dad I loved you.”
“Oh.” He loves me? I didn’t think Foster did love, but then love really did work in mysterious ways.
“‘Oh?’ Is that all you want to say?”
I couldn’t feel his heart rate anymore, but if I could, it would be racing a mile a minute and about to burst through his chest.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Ah. Well, never mind then.”
Foster turned away and tried to act like he didn’t care. He was cute when he was upset.
“I don’t know what to say, because so far you’ve only told my father and not me.”
“But I just told… You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?”
“Say what?” I asked with mock look of uncertainty on my face.
“April Rhodes,” Foster said, taking my hand. “I love you.”
“That’s better,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. I looked away and pretended to read something on my phone.
“April?”
I threw my phone down on the sofa and turned back to face him. “Yeah, I love you too. Now come here and kiss me.”
“I’m going to do a lot more than that.”
Foster carried me up to the bedroom. Apparently I moved far too slow for his liking.
He threw me down
on the bed and immediately tugged my jeans off my legs. I lifted my top over my head and then enjoyed the view as I watched Foster peel off his tight t-shirt to reveal the toned muscle underneath.
His pants dropped to the floor soon after as he crawled between my legs and started kissing my thighs the same way he had done last summer. I hadn’t even known his name back then. So much had changed since that night, but not the way warmth spread through my body in anticipation whenever Foster got close to my sex.
Just like last summer, I couldn’t handle the teasing. Every time his tongue got close to my panties, I tried to thrust my sex in his face, hoping he would tear off my underwear with his teeth and start exploring my wetness.
I locked my legs behind his back to trap him, but my thighs were no match for his strength. His lips kissed my skin, leaving behind a feeling of satisfaction wherever they landed, and reminding me how much I wanted them elsewhere.
I growled in frustration as Foster kissed my mound through my panties.
“You’re still not very patient, are you?” Foster said, looking up at me from between my legs with a grin covering his face.
“And you’re still a tease,” I replied. “Now stop playing around and eat me.”
He maintained eye contact with me as his fingers hooked under my panties and pulled them down my legs. He held my panties up to his face and sniffed them, still looking at me as he did so.
One thing had changed since last summer; I now made sure to wear nicer panties.
“You smell so good,” he remarked. “I might have to keep this pair for my collection as well.”
“I taste even better.” My foot reached up and I took hold of the panties between my toes, yanking them out of Foster’s hands and letting them fall to the floor. “Lick me. Now.”
Foster finally put me out of my misery. His tongue went straight between my folds and stretched into my entrance as he tasted my eagerness.
I threw the pillows off the bed and laid flat on my back as Foster went to work between my legs. His tongue moved slowly up and down my slit while a finger opened my sex and teased me with what was to come when something much longer and thicker entered me.
Each time his tongue reached the top of my lips, Foster pressed it firmly against my throbbing clit, knowing I would thrust my sex against him in a desperate need for more. He knew how to press all my buttons, and he know how to drag it out as well. Foster always made me come, but not until he wanted me to.
His hands took a firm hold of my thighs, pressing down against the bed to stop me from squirming. He took my clit between his lips and sucked gently, lashing his tongue against it in a series of light flicks that always sent me over the edge.
Sparks spread throughout my body, making every muscle in my body tense, from my toes to my fingers. I was helpless under Foster’s tongue.
Then he stopped.
I gasped, panting for breath and on the edge of coming. I looked down between my legs, and saw Foster coming towards me, his face glistening with my essence.
“You haven’t finished yet,” I pleaded. “Just a little longer.”
“You’ll come when I tell you to come.”
His lips crashed into mine. I thrust my tongue in his mouth to greedily taste the wetness that I had left over his face. It drove me wild to know what I’d done to him and it nearly tipped me over the edge, even without any physical contact between my legs.
I reached my hand down, intending to finish the job myself. Foster had watched me do it before and it ended much the same way as any other orgasm; with him fucking me senseless.
“No,” he yelled, grabbing my wrist. “Stop misbehaving you naughty girl.”
I bit my lip and watched as he walked over to the drawers and grabbed a condom.
“You don’t need that,” I said. “We don’t have to use those. I’m on the pill and I trust you.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he replied, throwing the condom to the floor. “Because I’ve been dying to fill up that pussy for quite some time.”
Foster held my legs open and pressed my thighs up towards his chest. I looked into his eyes, as the tip of his cock rubbed against my folds until it found the opening. He paused and then plunged into my wetness.
“Fuck,” I yelled out, snapping my head back as his cock completely filled me up. Without the thin rubber of the condom, I could feel the throbbing of his penis inside me, like a ticking time-bomb ready to explode.
“This feels so good, baby,” Foster groans. “I can feel your wetness soaking my cock.”
His heavy balls slapped against my ass with each thrust, as his head rubbed against my upper wall bringing me back to the brink.
I reached out and grabbed hold of his arms, digging my nails into his flesh, so he could feel how close I was. I tried to pull him closer to me, but he resisted. The more I tried to finish the more he fought me.
My sex contracted and squeezed around his member, as if trying to milk the cum from his tip. I saw Foster’s resistance slipping and knew he was close as well.
Foster leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “You can come now.”
I gave in to him. He thrust himself deep inside me. My vision went blurry and suddenly the only sound I could hear was our heavy breathing. It was like we were the only two people in the word.
I came without making a sound, other than my fingers clenching the sheets and my body convulsing on the bed.
My vision was still blurry, but I felt Foster thrust deep into my core as he emptied himself inside me. His cock stayed hard, as he lay on top of me, looking into my eyes as we both recovered from our orgasms.
Eventually he pulled his cock from me, leaving me feeling less whole, like something was now missing. His essence dribbled out of my pussy and trickled down the insides of my thighs.
Foster collapsed onto his back, but I wasn’t quite finished. I crawled on top of him and worked my way down to his member which was still firm but gradually going flaccid. It was covered in my juices and his own cum.
“What are you—” Foster started asking, before I interrupted him by taking his cock in my mouth. I devoured the mixture of our juices, and sucked him hard, making the most of a rare opportunity to fit the whole of him in my mouth. Just.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Foster said, after I’d licked his cock clean.
“You like?”
“Oh, I like.”
“Good. I’ll do it again next time. On one condition.”
“Which is?” Foster asked quizzically.
“You let me come in your face.”
Foster smiled. “Alright. I guess I can live with that.”
Nine Months Later
I wanted to kill whoever designed graduation gowns.
Or whoever thought it was a good idea to cram thousands of people inside a hall and have them sit there for hours with no air conditioning on a day when the temperature approached one hundred degrees.
Either way, I wanted to kill someone. I couldn’t help it; I got grumpy when I was hot and sweaty in public.
At least I didn’t have to give a speech. I’d just missed out on one of the top three spots in my graduating year, which made me furious until I remembered that I didn’t care anymore.
I was so used to grades being the be all and end all—the thing that defined me as a person—that the new me hadn’t quite gotten used to not caring.
I’d gone back through all my exams and considered challenging the grades my professors had given me to see if I could get another 0.02 onto my GPA and scrape into the top three.
Then it hit me—it didn’t matter. I already had a job lined up for after graduation, and my new employer didn’t care about my grades. All I had to do was pass the bar exam, which compared to everything I’d been through in the last couple of years should be a walk in the park.
Another old habit I’d struggled to break was always worrying about money. I didn’t have to do that anymore, but a lifetime of careful budgeting was hard to escap
e.
When I’d been considering dropping out of law school, Dad sat down with me and asked me whether I really wanted to become a lawyer. I’d answered yes immediately because it was true. My decision to go into corporate law had been influenced by my mom, but becoming a lawyer was still a passion of mine. I didn’t want to give it up.
Dad had then asked what areas of law really excited me. There weren’t many, but one class caught my eye. Constitutional Law II. The class was taught by a professor who had argued in front of the Supreme Court, and it covered freedom of speech and equal rights.
I told Dad I wanted to stick up for the little guy. I sounded like a naive schoolgirl. At least half of my colleagues had started law school with the dream of becoming a constitutional lawyer, but then little things like soul-crushing debt had popped up to pay a visit and suddenly they were all chasing the big law firm jobs.
With my grades, I would be able to get a job, but it wouldn’t pay well. The little guy couldn’t pay legal bills.
“You don’t need to worry about money any more, sweetie,” Dad had said.
At first, I’d thought he meant I could just live off Kathleen, which I had absolutely no intention of doing, but then he explained about Mom’s insurance policy.
I was rich. Sort of. The money wouldn’t last forever, but it would keep me going for a really long time. I planned to pay off my student debt straight away, and then invest the rest of it. Perhaps I could put some aside for a few nice vacations with Foster.
Foster hadn’t worked in nine months, but he hadn’t exactly sat around the house either. He’d put that massive brain to use, and signed up to help out at legal aid clinics. He sat at a table and helped out whoever walked through the door with whatever random legal issue they had.
And he loved it.
He wouldn’t do it forever, mind you. There had already been a few signs of impatience creeping in. He’d helped me out with schoolwork a lot, and gave Kathleen regular consultations just so he could keep in the game. He’d be back at a firm one day, but for now he was making up for years of chasing money over everything else, and it made him happy.
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