by Teagan Amici
“I didn’t know what wine you would like with pizza, so I brought a couple of different types, and some sparkling mineral water if you didn’t want wine. Lesley, what’s the matter? Is something wrong?” Blair drew to a halt as he realised I hadn’t spoken yet. Without warning I launched myself on him, pulling his head down to mine and kissing him thoroughly while pressing my body against his, smiling as I felt the bulge in his jeans begin to swell and harden. Now my day felt brighter. I stepped back and picked up the pizza boxes, turning on my heel and walking into the lounge room as I spoke over my shoulder.
“The mineral water sounds fine. We’ll eat in here where it’s warm if you don’t mind, just bring some plates and napkins will you please?” As I busied myself setting down the boxes and opening them up, I watched Blair out the corner of my eye. He had advanced warily into the room, and set the contents of his hands down on the table while watching me. I took a deep breath and turned to him. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’ve decided you were right. I don’t want casual with you either. I can’t promise eternity, and you really can’t either, but I promise to put in every effort into making whatever is between us work. Right now I’m starving, after we’ve eaten, I think we should talk”.
As we ate, Blair continued to eye me warily. Setting his plate aside finally, he wiped his mouth slowly, then took a deep swig of the wine in his glass before brushing his hands and finally speaking.
“What did Diane say to you? You’re completely different than you were on Friday”.
“Diane just asked me if I was more afraid being with you, or without you. I realised that what was holding me back was fear of disappointing you, but that I didn’t want to never try, so… well that’s it really. I want to be with you, in every sense. We’ve been together as friends, then as very platonic not-lovers, now I want more. Is that still want you want?”
Blairs’ green eyes seemed to flash with a hidden fire, before he got up slowly, and stalked towards me. I stood up to face him as he stopped in front of me, then Blair very slowly reached a hand down to cup my chin. Before drawing him to me, he asked breathily:
“Are you really sure, Lesley? There’s no going back for me. If we do this, I can’t go back to where we were before, it’s all or nothing for me”.
I nodded as Blair’s head loomed closer to mine. I gazed into his eyes, transfixed at the glow I was sure I could see there, and without conscious thought, my hands moved to where his t-shirt was tucked into his jeans, pulling it out and running my hands over the skin of his back as his head dipped to mine. As we kissed, slowly and luxuriantly, I felt Blair’s back flex as he moved. Without warning, he slipped a hand under my knees and another against my back, and with our mouths still locked, he turned and carried me along the hallway to my bedroom. Luckily I had left the door open so that my room got some of the heat transfer from the heater in the living space, so Blair walked over to my bed, laying me down gently then positioning himself half to the side, and half on top of me. Blair had a leg flung over my lower body, and slowly undulated himself against me, while his left hand made its way under my shirt, moving up along my belly, causing me to shiver in delight until he gently cupped a breast. His luscious lips finally broke away from mine as he raised his head to look at me, seeming to seek permission. I could barely see as the only light was coming through the door from the hallway, so I was at first puzzled, but finally worked it out, chuckling into his mouth as I pulled his head back down.
“It’s ok, I fed Melody a little while ago, so they’re not full or tender, I’d really like to feel your hands on me right now”.
With what I could only call a satisfied growl, Blair slipped his hand under the cup of my bra, his fingers brushing over my suddenly hard nipple as he cupped the flesh of my breast. I pushed my chest up into his hand and moaned into his mouth. I could work my right hand around to his back, but my left arm was trapped under our bodies and I squirmed, trying to get my hand free so I could explore his body more. Blair suddenly flipped over to his back, and I found myself lying full length on top of him, my core against his hardness. I broke away from the kiss to sit upright astride him and pull my shirt up over my head, looking down towards Blair to see if I could work out what he thought, still a bit bashful about my body. I needn’t have worried, I could see the glint of Blair’s eyes, seeming to grow wider, and both of his big hands made their way to my breasts, gently cupping and kneading, so I drew a deep breath and moved my hand around to my back, releasing the catch on my bra, and allowing it to fall forward over Blair’s hands. With a groan he flicked it to the side, and his hands returned to skim over my flesh, and I threw back my head in pleasure. How could it feel so good just to have a man touch my breasts? I wondered as I started to zone out in pleasure. I was sure it had never felt like this before. I had always felt as if I was being pawed, certainly Darren’s technique was more of a grab and squeeze type, whereas Blair - well it felt as if he was worshipping me. I looked down, expecting to see the top of Blairs head as his eyes were probably fixed on my chest, but instead I could see the glimmer of his eyes in the darkness. He had obviously been watching my face, even though surely he couldn’t see much in the poor light.
“It’s so erotic watching you, Lesley, your face is so expressive of whatever it is you’re feeling, and you looked like you were really enjoying that”.
I moved my torso down so that my breasts were now rubbing against Blair’s chest, and he moved his hands to cup the cheeks of my arse through my trousers. I cupped my hands against both sides of his face before speaking breathily.
“I was Blair. I was wondering why it feels so good, just feeling your hands touch my skin, and oh”…
Whatever I had been going to say was lost in an indrawn breath, as Blairs’ hands moved under the elasticated waistband of my trousers, cupping and kneading the flesh he found. I lay atop Blair, quivering, as he worked one hand around, adjusting my weight as he did, so that his hand slipped inside my panties, rubbing down through my curls until he found what he was obviously seeking. My world spun as Blair flipped me to my back while yanking down my trousers and my panties, exposing my body to his gaze. My hands automatically went to cover my pubic area, but were gently batted aside by Blair.
“Naughty, naughty, don’t try to hide your beauty from me. Let me see, and touch, unless you don’t want me to?”
Taking a deep breath, I moved my hands away, confident that he wouldn’t be able to see much as my room was almost dark, and maybe my bulges and bumps wouldn’t seem so bad in this light. I heard Blair’s indrawn breath and then heard him murmur something about how beautiful I was, as he moved over me again. I arched my back as his cupped hand traced up my thigh, while his lips again sought mine. I moved my hands to cup his head again, but quickly flung them to my sides to grasp the sheets as his fingers began to do wonderful but startling things to my clitoris. Holy Hell! I thought that I must have died and gone to heaven as my body began responding to his hand, I felt my inner self swelling and warming, wetting itself as it prepared to welcome the owner of those magic fingers. As Blair shifted his hand so that it must have been a thumb pressing on that bundle of nerves that was driving me crazy, a long finger pressed at my opening hesitantly. Knowing what Blair was asking, I made my approval plain by spreading my legs underneath him, so that his hand slipped between them easily. I moaned again as his finger pressed into me, curling around and nudging previously unexplored parts while his thumb continued its external magic. Before I realised what I was doing, I found myself thrusting upwards, enabling Blair to sink his finger deeper into me with each thrust. Or was it two fingers? I felt a little more stretched, and realised that at some point Blair must have added another finger, but it wasn’t enough. My hands moved from where they had been bunching up the sheets to Blair’s waistband, seeking the fly of his jeans. Our position was awkward, as Blair was slightly to the side while he pleasured me, but I finally managed to pop open the button at the top of the fly. Remembering how ba
dly things could go when a man was aroused and a metal fly was involved, I slipped a hand into Blair’s underwear to cup him while I slid down his fly. He sunk his head into my shoulder, moaning as my hand made contact with his hard flesh, and I breathed out a breath of joy as he sprang free into my hand and I could tell how aroused he was. I ran a hand gently up and down his length, trying to estimate how long it was, while Blair continued his assault on my senses. I suddenly clutched Blair perhaps a little too tightly as the pressure within me built to a point I could no longer withstand, and I lost all comprehension of where I was as my release rolled over me like a tidal wave. Blair continued to gentle me as I shuddered around his hand and under his weight, until I floated back down to earth, finding myself wrapped in his strong arms, kisses raining down on my face and hair. Slowly, a noise at the back of my subconscious began to make sense to me.
Melody was crying. I turned my head towards the door, only to feel Blair wrapping his arms more tightly around me.
“Sssh, you woke her up when you screamed. I think she’s only grumbling. Let’s wait a minute and see if she goes back to sleep”.
“I screamed? Bullshit. I don’t scream”.
“Well, you did. I really want to hear it again, but I don’t think we’re going to right now. She’s not going to go back to sleep, is she?”
Blair was right. Melody was really working herself up to a tantrum. Feeling slightly embarrassed at how far I had let go, I slipped on my robe and went into the nursery.
After I had changed and soothed Melody, and was sitting down giving her a top up before trying to put her back to sleep again, Blair came into the room, watching me with that cheeky smile on his face that I loved to see there.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, a little guiltily, as if I was honest, I felt great after that spectacular orgasm, but knew that Blair had been left unsatisfied because of Melody’s interruption.
“Nothing’s funny. I’m just remembering how you looked, and felt, and sounded when I had you in my arms. I was just thinking that maybe next time we could put the monitor on so we could hear her if she wakes up, but shut the door so she can’t hear us. I plan on making you scream more than once next time I get you underneath me again”.
With dawning comprehension, I realised what Blair meant. He was fully dressed again, his shirt even tucked in to his jeans. He wasn’t going to join me in bed again. My face must have registered my disappointment, as Blair rose to his feet, crossed to me and perched on the arm of my chair, putting an arm around my shoulders, and turning my face to his.
“Lesley, I don’t have any condoms. I deliberately didn’t bring any with me because I didn’t want to be tempted to try to talk you around. Now that I know you’re ready to be with me, I’ll be sure to have a whole box of them next time I come around, but until then, I don’t think so. While I’d love to have another baby with you, I think it’s too soon for you. I think it’s best if I go now, or I might be tempted to make a dash for the nearest late night supermarket. I’ll make sure the door is locked when I go, but make sure you check it before you go to bed, ok?”
As I lay in bed that night, feeling a curious mixture of relaxation from my orgasm, guilt because Blair hadn’t been as fortunate, anxiety about actually having sex with Blair, and pleasure at the thought of actually having sex with Blair, the import of what he had said earlier hit me full force.
Blair had said he wanted another baby with me, not that he wanted a baby with me. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep, happy that Blair already saw himself as Melody’s father. I knew what it felt like to be an unwanted child when a “new family” came along, and was confident that my baby would not experience that.
Chapter 10
Everything was just wonderful the next day. Melody was happy, and settled quickly after a feed, either to sleep or she was happy to play with her hands or her activity centre while she lay on the rug in the warm room while I worked. My work was easy, and I was so productive I thought that my boss might think I was slacking off on other days in comparison to today. I had even had time to blow dry my hair, and put on some light make-up, things I often never seemed to have time for these days, and I was feeling good. No, it wasn’t just good, it was fantastic. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. Wanted and beautiful. Was that why everything seemed so great today, because I felt great?
I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe, maybe not, but I was going to enjoy today while it lasted. It was even an unseasonably warm day, the sun was shining and there wasn’t any cold wind blowing, so I took a quick break. I had started working early because Melody had woken me up early, so by ten I felt like I had done almost my day’s work. I wrapped Melody up and took her for a quick walk around the block. She fell asleep in the pram, so I just wheeled the pram into the hallway and left it there while I raced back to my laptop. Melody wouldn’t come to any harm sleeping in her pram, when she woke up I would move her, but I wasn’t going to risk waking her up when she was as deep in slumber as she was. The only dark spot on my day, was that Blair wasn’t here yet. But then that dark spot was offset by the thought that maybe I could convince him to spend the night.
As if my musings about Blair had conjured him up, I heard a knock at the door. Not even thinking about why Blair would knock when he had a key, or even stopping to check the peephole, I flung open the door, the broad smile dying on my face when I saw Darren, who turned to me and smirked when he heard the door open.
“You’ve done well for yourself, old girl. That shouldn’t be a surprise, though, should it?” Before I could gather my wits, Darren shouldered past me and walked into the house, stopping when he saw the pram.
I turned away from the door, not even bothering to close it, as I didn’t intend for Darren to stay. I stepped towards him quickly, afraid he would wake Melody up, or even worse, touch her. I didn’t want his hands on her, as irrational as that was, but if he had got his way, she wouldn’t be here now. Blair cared more for her, and he hadn’t fathered her. I insinuated myself in between the pram and Darren, and turned to him angrily, trying to keep my angry voice to a low whisper.
“What are you doing here, and how do you know where I live anyway?”
“I came to see the kid, you told me it’s mine, and I want to see if it looks like me. I ran into your Dad the other day, so I went round there last night and he gave me your address. He thinks I should get to know my kid, and maybe I should”.
As Darren said these last words, he wasn’t even trying to look into the pram, but was looking around, as if he was cataloguing the house and the contents. A nasty suspicion came to mind.
“What do you want, Darren? Before you bullshit me, if you’re here for money, you’re out of luck. I don’t own this house, or any of the furniture, except for the baby things. The baby is a girl by the way, not an “it”. So if that’s all you want, maybe you should save yourself some time and go now. I don’t need anything from you, and I have nothing to give you”.
Darren had turned to look at me as I spoke, his face getting grimmer and grimmer. I stared at him in surprise, wondering why I hadn’t seen the nastiness in him. I had not seen it until I told him I was pregnant, but it must have been there all the time.
“Come on, Lesley, do you think I don’t know what’s going on? You spun your Dad a fairy story about some friend letting you have this place cheap, but I don’t buy it. You’ve got a new sucker on the hook, and this one’s got some money by the looks of it. He’s set you up nicely, I bet you like playing house with him. If you want to keep playing nicely, with my kid in the picture, we need to talk about how you can make it worth my while to go away”.
“I’ll tell you how we can make it worth your while, you lowlife. You can go away in one piece, or you can continue to stand there upsetting my woman and my child before I rip you to shreds, it’s your choice”.
My head spun to the doorway to see Blair standing there, his eyes flashing green fire and somehow looking much larger than he was. I gaped at
him in surprise, I knew I had left the door open, but I hadn’t even heard him walk up the path. One minute I was bristling at Darren on my own, the next minute, Blair was there, eying Darren as if he was something that had crawled out under a rock.
“Yours? I thought so, the lying bitch told me the kid was mine, but I always knew she’d been screwing around. What a waste of time being with a slut like you was, you weren’t even a good f-“
As Darren had unleashed his abuse, he had turned to me part way through, and had shoved me, making me stumble backwards against the pram, jostling Melody, causing her to shriek. We both turned to her, and I heard a growling from behind us and felt a huge rush of air, the impact of bodies and an “oof” sound like the air was getting knocked out of someone. I heard a thud like a body hitting the ground and what sounded like a roar, and screamed as I whirled and saw a big black panther standing over Darren’s still body. Its jaws were open as it roared, and a paw was raised in the air, poised to strike at Darren, but it turned its head to me as I screamed. I flung my arms to the side, trying to shield the pram, unable to take my eyes off the creature. Then the air around it seemed to shimmer, and the panther was gone.
In its place stood Blair, his arm raised. He was naked. I stared for a moment, trying to make sense of what I had seen, but flinched as Blair approached me. What was he?
“Get out!” I screamed, suddenly not wanting him near Melody, and also wanting to check on Darren. Yes, he was scum, but he didn’t deserve to die.
“Lesley, just let me explain,” began Blair in a shaking voice, but I needed him out, I just needed to think, and to try to make sense of everything.