Desire

by Jezebel Jorge

  She was gasping for breath at the steep hill just before the bottom of their driveway when a black Rivera pulled up.

  “What are you doing out by yourself so late?” Billy asked.

  “Going for a run.” Lizzie had no idea that it was past eleven o’clock. “This is a perfectly safe neighborhood.”

  “Get in.” He leaned over and opened the passenger door.

  “I don’t think my Daddy would like that.”

  “Paul’s not coming home tonight. He’s headed on up to Raleigh.”

  “To see that woman?” Lizzie slid in beside him and slammed the car door shut.

  “You know he’s got TV tomorrow since he’s hosting the year in review show with Bob Caudle. Then he’s got to wrestle William again all weekend and they usually go close to an hour.”

  “I don’t blame him.” She sighed. “I wish I could run away too.”

  When he pulled the car to the top of the driveway, Billy cut the engine. “Go on and get you some rest.”

  Lizzie wished their driveway had been about a hundred miles longer. It would have been nice to have just kept driving until the Rivera ran completely out of gas.

  He came around and opened her door, “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

  Billy walked her to the kitchen door and gave her a hug before waving to Gran. She would be sitting right there at the kitchen table.

  “Daddy’s gone on to Raleigh,” Lizzie said as she came into the house. “What are we going to do about Mom’s funeral?”

  “I’ll take care of all the details,” Gran said. “Your daddy’s just upset that they were fighting right before she left. Now it doesn’t even look like we’ll have a body to bury seeing as how the plane pretty much blew to pieces.”

  ***

  Not wanting to have to talk to Gran, Lizzie went straight upstairs and surprised herself by opening the door to her mother’s bedroom. From the way the bed had been carefully made she knew it had been a long time since Daddy had even set foot in that room. She ran a bath in the big tub in the master bedroom and opened the medicine cabinet to search for some of her mother’s sleeping pills.

  That cabinet held a pharmacy full of prescription drugs. Lizzie read some of the different labels, realizing that her mother had been getting scripts from doctors all over town. She popped a Valium and soaked until the water went lukewarm before wrapping up in one of her mom's lush robes.

  Her mother’s walk-in closet was almost the size of Lizzie bedroom. There were rows of designer clothes, racks of shoes and purses with no men’s clothes in sight. She hadn’t realized how dead her parent’s marriage was until she started snooping around that normally locked room.

  She tried on a pair of her mother’s black silk pajamas and looked at herself in the mirror, fighting back the laughter. Lois had drawers full of expensive lingerie and no one to wear any of it for. Well, considering she was dead, Lizzie supposed didn’t matter if she helped herself to some of her mother’s designer duds.

  Why couldn’t she have gotten her daddy’s dark hair and brown eyes and instead of being stuck with that damn DuBois red hair and freckles, minus the plus of Gran’s boobs and height.

  Lizzie played dress up until close to two am. That first Valium hadn’t done a thing for her so she swallowed another before climbing onto the monstrous antique bed. She tossed and turned under the sateen sheets until she knew exactly where she really wanted to be.

  Grabbing the spare key, she went outside. Billy’s window was dark. Not that she was going to let that stop her. She crept up the stairs and carefully unlocked the door. There he was sound asleep, sprawled out on his back right in the middle of the bed. She picked his undershirt up off the floor and breathed in his scent. That was what she wanted to sleep in instead of these silly pajamas.

  She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open just in case he decided to wake up while she changed. His undershirt came all the way to her knees, completely covering her plain pink cotton panties. If she wanted to date a man like Billy Dalton, she would definitely have to upgrade the sex appeal of her underwear.

  Lizzie got under the covers and snuggled up against his chest. There was just enough moonlight creeping in through the one window for her to peek and see that he was wearing nothing but equally plain white undershorts. She don’t know what she would have done if he’d been naked. He didn’t budge when she lightly kissed his chest and cuddled closer to him. Getting bold, she wrapped a leg around his thigh enjoying the warmth of his body.

  He let out a little snore and threw his arm around her, still not waking up. She synced her breathe to his and fell asleep with her cheek pressed against his heart. The steady beat a lullaby in her ear.

  ***

  Billy woke up the next morning with his hand cupping somebody’s breast and a hard on right up against a cute little butt. Lizzie’s butt – damn if he hadn’t been feeling up Paul Bryson’s daughter in his sleep. If Paul ever found out, he would be in a shitload of trouble. The sad thing was, he had no idea how she’d wound up in bed with him. Good thing Paul was a three hours away, most likely curled up with Carol Ann.

  Lizzie squirmed in her sleep, nudging her ass back against him. With any other girl, he would have been all up on that. With Lizzie, he wanted things to be different. This gal was special and he had every intention of treating her that way.

  He considered going to the bathroom for some hand action on his own. With that taken care of, maybe he could get back in bed and snuggle up to Lizzie while being a gentleman about it. Those good intentions flew right out the window when she rolled around and pressed her entire body against him.

  She woke up, seeming as startled, jerking away from him in confusion.

  “Did we do it last night?” She gasped, looking up at him with those big blue eyes.

  “Not unless you seduced me in my sleep.”

  She checked under the covers, and saw his hard on sticking up in his shorts. Her cheeks went as red as her hair causing her to pull the covers up over her head and press her face against his chest.

  With that kind of reaction, the last thing he was expecting was her hand to brush up against his drawers.

  She poked her head out from under the covers and with the sweetest grin declared, “I think we should do it.”

  Too stunned for words, Billy kissed her and she kissed him back hard and intense like she was hungry for his mouth. Nothing he had ever done before compared to the way Lizzie’s lips felt against his. Not to even mention that if she didn’t stop it with the hand action he wasn’t gonna last long enough to do it.

  When they finally came up for air, she ducked under the covers again. In a minute his undershirt and her panties were tossed to the floor. Lizzie’s naked little body pressed up against his.

  It took all the restraint Billy had not to yank back the covers and get himself an eyeful. Considering it was the middle of the afternoon and those curtains were really thin, it would have been quite a view. He didn’t want to spook her into stopping what she’d just started, so he used his hands as his eyes. Gently running them down her back, cupping her bottom and when she didn’t seem to mind, he got braver and ran a hand up her stomach feeling her tits disappear into his big hands.

  He covered every inch of her body, using his hands like a blind man reading Braille - taking in every curve of her smooth skin until he trailed a finger up her thigh. She spread her legs a little more, welcoming his touch to where he could feel the wetness waiting for him. She pressed up against his hand, encouraging him to keep going further.

  Billy had been with lots of girls, but he had never loved any of them enough to make love to them. Not the way he wanted to love on Lizzie. He wished he had paid more attention so he would have known exactly what to do to make this just right. His nerves got the better of him and he pulled back to figure out his next move.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, guiding his hand back between her legs.

  Maybe she wasn’t quite as sweet and inn
ocent as he had thought. She had been the one to sneak up here and get in bed with him in the middle of the night.

  “Do you make it a habit to snuggle up with every wrestler your daddy lets stay here?” Billy asked, hoping it came off as a joke.

  “Nope.” She giggled. “You’re the only man I’ve ever gotten naked with. And speaking of which, how come I’m the only one naked?”

  She gave his shorts a playful tug.

  “Because,” Billy kissed her between words, “If this is your first time, I want to make it something special.”

  “Gran told me the first time is never all that great. Especially if those rumors she heard are true.”

  Leave it to Glenda to go gossiping about penis sizes with her own granddaughter. Then again, that old broad wasn’t your average granny.

  “You’ve already gotten quite the reputation for only being here just a couple of months.” She sat up letting the sheet fall to expose her breasts. “Considering all the women you’ve already been with, I don’t know why you’re so shy about doing this.”

  “Maybe it’s because I think I’m falling in love with you,” Billy admitted, trying to keep his eyes on her face instead of her perfect little tits.

  “Well, I already know I’m in love with you and I want you to be the one I finally do this with.” Lizzie took his hand, kissing his fingers before placing his hand against her breast. “Don’t you want to make love to me?”

  “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he rubbed a finger against her pink jutting nipple, “Of course I want to make love to you.”

  “Then stop talking and start doing.”

  Billy took that as an invitation to start kissing his way down the curve of her neck. Her breath quickened when he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  She grabbed him by the hair like she wanted him to keep going so he eased her back against the pillow and let a hand slide down between her legs. Keeping his mouth on her breast, he slipped in the first finger. She stiffened a little and then relaxed with a soft moan of pleasure, rubbing against his hand, encouraging him to go further.

  She tugged on his shorts again, this time meaning business. He was all too happy to oblige, tossing his drawers to the floor.

  Chapter 8

  Gran had been right. The first time was so far from likeable that Lizzie wasn’t sure she ever wanted to do it again. No matter how much she loved Billy.

  “It gets better, I promise,” Gran said as she squinted to dab on her mascara in preparation for the big New Year’s Eve party.

  Knowing that nothing was going to happen with Gran and Billy didn’t make it any easier to deal with the fact that Lizzie would be sitting home alone most of the night. It wasn’t fair that they had to sneak around, especially after what had happened this morning.

  “I promise I’ll send him home in time to kiss you at midnight.” Gran smiled encouragingly, reading her mind as always.

  “I don’t see why I can’t go with y’all,” Lizzie pouted. “Daddy’s not even going to be there.”

  “Telephone, telegraph, tell a wrestler.” Gran laughed. “If you went, he would know about it as soon as he got to the next show. He’ll come around eventually. Until then just be patient.”

  "I don't see him being patient already going off with his girl friend."

  “Lizzie baby, that’s just how it is with the boys,” Gran said. “Your parents’ marriage should have ended long before that plane went down. Lois killed it when she cut him off sexually. Yeah, he had no business cheating on her, but if she wanted to keep him, she should have fought fire with fire. Not getting it at home made him want it even more when he was gone.”

  Lizzie watched her grandmother apply a coat of scarlet lipstick, amazed by her bluntness.

  “Your daddy had women waiting in line willing to do things Lois never even dreamed of. And before you go falling for Billy, you’d better realize he’s being groomed to take your daddy’s spot with the company. That means there are always going to be girls throwing themselves at him. I’m not saying he’ll give into that temptation, but you’ve always got to remember it’s there.”

  “So what am I supposed to do about it?”

  “Make sure his needs are more than met at home.”

  ***

  “You go on home, Billy. I’ll catch a cab when I’m ready to leave.”

  Glenda didn’t have to say it twice. Billy couldn’t wait to get the hell out of that fancy shindig. He said his thank yous and was headed for the door when Glenda stopped him in his tracks.

  “Just be careful. If you go and knock up my granddaughter, Paul won’t be the one you’ll need to worry about dealing with.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll gladly make an honest woman out of her.”

  “If you even think about breaking her heart, I’ll be the one who breaks you out of this business.”

  “I love Lizzie,” Billy said without the slightest hesitation.

  “I’m afraid the feeling is mutual.”

  “Glenda, darling, there ain’t nothing to be afraid of.” Billy sure hoped he sounded a lot surer than he felt.

  Now he really couldn’t wait to hightail it out of there.

  He made it back to his room with just minutes to spare. Lizzie had the place all lit up with candles and a half empty bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket on the nightstand. The best surprise of all - finding Lizzie already curled up under the covers waiting for him.

  She tossed back the quilt and just laid there letting him take in all her glorious nakedness. Her skin shimmered in the glow of the flickering candles, that hair loose and wild with the curls framing the face of an angel.

  At that moment Billy considered himself the luckiest man alive.

  This time he was determined to make her more comfortable. She hadn’t let on like he’d hurt her this morning, but she hadn’t been all that enthused either.

  He sat down beside her and she threw her arms around him before he could get a taste of her lips. Their mouths met and stayed locked until they heard the man on the radio welcome in the new year They toasted champagne glasses and Billy went right back to kissing on her - the hollow of her neck, her perfect little tits, kissing on down her stomach until she pulled him back up for their mouths to meet.

  “Baby, you just gotta relax.”

  ***

  Easy for Billy to say when she knew all he wanted was to get back inside of her. She wanted him too, she really did. It was just that he was so huge and she was so tiny. And no matter how wet she got, it still felt like he was going to tear her in half. There was no turning back now. Not if she didn’t want him screwing every ring rat that made goo-goo eyes at him.

  She had to make herself like this because she would be damned if any other woman was going to steal Billy away from her. At least he was so into it that he didn’t seem to notice how she struggled to fight back the tears. The little mewling noises she made were more pain than pleasure.

  “Oh, God, baby I love you so much.” Billy bucked on top of her one last time before collapsing into a shuddering release.

  At least he’d enjoyed it. Thank goodness it was finally over.

  He rolled off her, kissing her forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

  The toilet flushed and he returned a couple of minutes later with a warm washcloth that he used to gently wipe away the gooey mess running down her thigh. This part she liked, the way he tended to her all nice and gentle. Making her feel special and safe as he pulled her into his arms. Holding her like she was the only girl in his whole world.

  “You know, we really need to come up with a plan for birth control,” he said as she snuggled against his chest. “Are you gonna go on the pill or should I get us some condoms?”

  “The pill? Don’t I have to go to the doctor and tell them I’m having sex? I can’t do that.”

  Billy couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence, “Well, you are having sex and I sure hope you’re liking it as much as I am.�
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  “That’s not funny,” she smacked his chest. “What if Daddy found out?”

  “That we’re doing it or that we’re doing it unprotected?”

  “Both.” She sat up clutching at the sheet to cover her nakedness.

  “Alrighty then, I’ll run out to the drug store and get us stocked up on rubbers first thing in the morning.”

  Chapter 9

  Billy didn’t belong with the family in the receiving line at the funeral parlor, but there was no getting out of it. Lizzie looked like she might pass out if she even thought about letting go of his arm. She had gone right back into her shell, as timid as the day he met her, completely overwhelmed by the occasion.

  At least Paul had already gotten too plastered to care. The man had sneaked out at least four times to do a shot of whatever was in that flask. At the rate he was going, it was a wonder Paul was still standing.

  A path cleared and every head in the place turned to watch William Fletcher approach Paul. There was a redhead by his side, but this time it was his wife. Dinera looked elegant as always in a lacy black dress, her hair in an elaborate upsweep. She oozed class. That mistress of his screamed hot steamy sex.

  Their teenage son, Charlie, followed behind them looking as out of place as Billy felt. You would have thought Dinera was his sister instead of his mother, unless you knew she’d had him at seventeen. William was a confirmed bachelor when he met Dinera while wrestling in Europe. It was a whirlwind courtship ending with him returning to the states with a fifteen year old child bride.

  Rumor had it that she was some kind of European royalty. Billy had always thought Dinera had William whipped until he got a load of the way he’d been flaunting the other redhead behind her back.