by C. Michelle
Luckily, we didn’t have to navigate through the city’s congested traffic since it’s Sunday morning and the streets are fairly desolate considering the regular week’s chaos. After being on the freeway for a short period, eventually we junction onto Highway 1. Throughout the ride, Mama V discusses Dillon and their unexpected connection. I listen and don’t bother cracking any of my usual jokes. As I’m focused on her words and the road ahead, I can sense Mama V’s concerned stare. She knows something is bothering me, but respects me enough to give me time to approach her with my dilemma. The purpose of the road trip was to discuss Emme and the pregnancy, but now I realize those subjects aren’t worth my breath. Frankly, I don’t have the energy to discuss her treacherous ways. I drive with a profound numbness and lack of concentration. Vaguely, I realize we’re now driving along the beautiful, picturesque coast on the two way road of twists and turns. I lower my car’s windows to hear the waves crashing and allow the cool breeze to caress my face. Mama V becomes a nervous wreck due to some of the undulating turns that make the drive a hair-raising experience. The road has narrow shoulders and sharp drop-offs that make staying completely alert essential to one’s safety. I hold onto Mama V’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze for reassurance. There’s no way I would ever jeopardize my mother’s life, she may not have given birth to me, but she did give me a beautiful life. She’s safe with me. Personally, I find the drive along the cliff hugging route exhilarating.
“As soon as you see a good resting place, pull over so we can have a light brunch. I brought plenty to eat, no need to waste money at some restaurant where the food isn’t half as good as mine.” Mama V states with a warm smile. It’s her simplicity that makes her so radiant. The only makeup I’ve ever seen her use is a light gloss on her lips. She maintains her toned figure by constantly working out, walking, and riding her bike everywhere, she refuses to purchase a car. Growing up, Cheesecake and I only traveled by means of BART and the bus, on occasion, a taxi.
Soon I find the perfect spot. The shoulder is wide enough for me to park and the cliff has a small flat surface that accommodates our small setup. We get out, stretch our legs, and are instantly captivated by the scenery below us. Our high altitude allows us to appreciate the breathtaking beauty of the Pacific coastline. The deep blue waters crash against the rocky ground beneath us, but further away we see more subtle waves by the sandy beach. The air feels cool and crisp as the light breeze brushes against our skin.
We quickly set up our picnic area and relax. We easily tune out the road behind us since the sound of the ocean and light winds overpower the cars driving at a slow speed.
“So tell me, son. What have you and Nina been up to lately? I swear we’re always playing phone tag. She’s so busy with work and I…well, I’ve had my share of distractions lately.” Mama V giggles and slightly blushes.
I begin to chant, “My mom is getting her freak on…my mom is getting her freak on.”
Immediately, she halfheartedly slaps my arm to stop. “Ow! It’s not my fault you’re a cougar and you’re schooling your new cub. I’m just singing the truth. Stop me if I lie, but aren’t you doing the wild monkey dance with Dillon? I mean…we’re all adults here. You can tell me the truth, Victoria Moretti.”
“Son, if you don’t change the subject right now, I’m not giving you any dessert. Do you understand? And don’t you EVER call me by my name again. You think because you grew a few hairs on your balls that makes you grown? Oh, I don’t think so, little boy. Now tell me, what’s Nina up to?”
“Mama V! That was so AWKWARD coming from you! Please don’t mention my private parts again. And no, I’m not snitching on Cheesecake. I’m not a teenager anymore. Cheesecake and I…we’re grown.”
“Since when don’t you snitch? Just a few days ago you called to tell me Nina was having phone sex with Josh.”
“That wasn’t snitching, mom. That was gossiping! There’s a difference. It was too funny to keep to myself. Besides, Cheesecake’s boring. I have nothing new to tell. We haven’t experimented with drugs in years, she’s still sprung on Josh, and now, she talks to Diego, her dad. See…nothing worth mentioning.”
Her eyes immediately bulge out. “She talks to Diego? What? Since when? How did this happen? What did they talk about? How does she feel? Why hasn’t she told me?”
“Oops.” Since I opened up my big mouth as usual, I have no choice, but to spill the beans. Once I put Mama V’s concerns at ease, she begins to reminisce of our past, the simpler times.
Heading home mom takes on the role of a DJ and plays all her favorite music from the Bee Gees including Andy Gibb, several Oldies, and light Rock. I make a big show of complaints, but deep down inside I love her music. When the song, “Wheel in the Sky” by Journey begins to play, she cranks up the volume and we both sing out loud. By just listening to certain music, I can clearly recall Mama V baking, singing, and dancing simultaneously completely carefree. Her music always brings fond, yet simple memories…memories that are penetrated deep in my heart.
Chapter 4 (Nina)
Jelly
A long, dreadful week has passed since I last saw my Tree Hugger. The negotiations he was working so diligently on are done. All remaining details will be finalized through his legal team. I’m just relieved to have him back again. I’ve done nothing, but crave him in his absence.
I leave work a bit early to get ready for tonight, but first make sure to grab the cheesecake I prepared yesterday and left in my office’s fridge. I buy a few groceries then head over to my man’s house. Why, oh why must he live at the very top of an extremely steep hill? Slowly, my fear of driving down these ridiculously vertical streets throughout my city has been waning…but, I mean slow-ly. I let myself in with the spare key he secretly has hidden above one of his light sconces. I decide to set the mood by lighting a few candles throughout the living room and dining area, I dim the lights, play music through his surround sound, then rush to his master bath to wash up. I send him a quick text reminding him to come to his house instead of mine. I put on my ensemble for the evening and smile deviously to myself, excited to see his expression when he sees me tonight.
I have my wine constantly in hand as I prepare dinner. The scent of the food begins to overpower that of the candles. The song, “A Ribbon in the Sky” by Stevie Wonder begins to play in the background. It’s one of those songs that makes you want to sing from the top of your lungs…so I do. As I’m adding the Marsala wine to the mushrooms and shallots I’m sautéing, I sense someone’s eyes fixated on me. Seductively, I flip my hair to the side and turn around. There, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, standing in all his perfect splendor is my man…eye fucking me like crazy with his gorgeous hazel eyes.
Excitedly, I bite down on my bottom lip to contain the eagerness to jump his bones. “Hey, babe. You’re home, you’re finally home.” As I set my wine glass down on the counter to head his way, he stops me in my tracks.
“Stop. Don’t move. Stay right there.” Josh commands as he stares at me, mischievously working his eyes from my face down to my toes. “It’s not every day I have my woman cooking for me wearing nothing but red strappy stilettos, cheetah print silk panties, and a red apron.” He grins.
The butterflies in my stomach are flapping their little wings on high speed, yet I still try to maintain my composure. “Lipstick.” I swallow hard. “You forgot to mention…that I’m also wearing red lipstick.”
He rewards my seduction efforts with that debonair smirk I love so much. “Well, the entire look is absolutely…mouthwatering.” He affirms.
“I guess you’ll just have to drool all over me then. I’ve waited way too long to just stand here and not touch you.”
Josh walks over to me with determined strides. When we’re in front of each other, he remains quiet and stares at me as he cups the side of my face with his right hand and lowers his head. He brings his mouth to mine and hungrily devours my lips. I eagerly meet his force from pure desperation of him
. He removes his hand from my face; he lowers both hands to grab my ass and lifts me up. On reflex, my arms instantly wrap around his neck and my legs around his waist. He positions my back to lean against his stainless steel fridge. The coolness of the fridge shocks my bare back, but the shudder feels exquisite to my rapidly heating skin. Oh, how I’ve missed him.
Grudgingly, I remember the meal I’m preparing. “Babe, we have to stop before I burn your house down. You don’t want me to burn our dinner…do you?
As he kisses my neck, he mumbles, “I want YOU to be my dinner…and dessert.”
I laugh, “Me too, how about just for dessert? Deal? Dinner will be ready in less than ten minutes.”
He sighs heavily onto my neck. “Fine. Deal.” He reluctantly lowers me to the ground. “I’ll shower in the meantime.” Before he leaves, Josh slaps my ass then walks away.
The stinging from his hand on my ass cheek puts me to work on overdrive. I’m anxious to get our night started.
Once I’m done serving our plates with chicken marsala, lemon orzo, and salad, I pour more wine into my glass and quickly pour him one as well. Just as I’m about to call for him, he startles me as he wraps his arms around me from behind. He kisses my shoulder gently. “I’ve missed you, baby. I’m so glad I’m home. Everything smells so good.”
I close my eyes and lean my back into his bare chest as I inhale his scent. He smells of soap, so fresh and so clean. “I’ve missed you too, babe. Now, have a seat and enjoy your dinner. I hope you like it.”
As he spins me around, I notice he’s only wearing a pair of semi loose fitting jeans that expose the perfect V in his lower abs. He kisses me once again, our lips and tongues dance in sync making my insides melt.
I abruptly stop Josh. “Hey, Mister! The apron reads, “KISS THE COOK” not “MAKE THE COOK SO HOT AND BOTHERED, HER PUSSY’S DRIPPING WET!”
“Sooooo…what you’re saying is that you need me to lick you dry? Is that what you’re saying? Because that’s what I understood.” Josh grabs my bottom lip with his teeth and begins to suck. “Spread ‘em. I want your legs spread wide open.”
I take a long sip of my wine and clear my throat. “You can fuck me and eat me like a crazy man after our meal. I’m your dessert, remember? Actually, we really are having strawberry cheesecake for dessert. So let’s eat so you can tell me how I taste…I mean, how it tastes.”
“Just so you know…I’m going to fuck you hard and senseless for making me wait. You need to be taught a lesson or five.” He deviously grins as he pulls out my chair of the dining table to have a seat.
Being the brat that I am, I decide to continue with my tease. I untie my apron from the neck and back then place it neatly on the chair beside me allowing my breasts to be in full exposure. “The more lessons you teach me, the better.” I reply sweetly.
He’s at a standstill as I walk around him to go back to the kitchen for dessert. I figure we’ll be getting to it much sooner rather than later.
When I return with the cheesecake and small dessert plates, I notice he still hasn’t moved. I pretend not to notice. I cut the cheesecake and place the individual slices on the plates and place them away from the main meal. I have a seat and he does also.
“Do you honestly expect me to eat my dinner while you’re sitting next to me wearing only ‘Fuck Me Shoes’ and a G-string? Your amazing tits are begging to be in my mouth! My dick is rock hard! And you want me to just sit here and have a normal conversation over our meal? What the fuck? I thought you missed me!” He’s so in shock from me not following his commands that he ends up chuckling hard.
“Babe, you see…I have a few lessons of my own to teach you. I missed you…too much actually. So now, I have to remind you why you shouldn’t be away from me for too long.” I stick my finger into my slice of cheesecake and grab a bit. The texture is cool and soft. A wicked smile instantly plants itself on my face. I offer the cheesecake from my finger to my man.
In one smooth stroke, he licks my finger clean. A lascivious sneer takes over his expression. Josh gets on his knees before me, grabs a generous amount of cheesecake with a fresh strawberry and glaze using his two fingers, then spreads the sweet dessert across my chest. Immediately, he gives my breasts the attention they so desperately crave. He licks and sucks every inch of one breast. He then massages the other and expertly twists its harden nipple. “This is the best…fuckin’ cheesecake I’ve ever had…in my life.” He groans with a mouthful of my tit.
I remove my breast from his mouth. I need his mouth on mine. I urgently kiss him, blind with desire and hungry with need. Somehow, Josh brings me down with him and lays me on the floor. He grabs more cheesecake and spreads it on my chest, then smears the remaining amount in a straight line right in the center of my body. He licks every bit of it off as he lowers himself down to my sex. “Spread ‘em and raise your legs high.” He commands. Without hesitation, I do as ordered.
He grabs a fresh strawberry covered in glaze and glides it along my entrance. He lifts his head from below, stares at me eagerly, and pops the fruit in his mouth then dives in to savor the cum and strawberry glaze creation. Yes, my man was hungry…no, he was starving. The sucking sensation on my clit is beyond mind-blowing, my breathing is hard, and the feeling has me in a frenzy. My moans get louder as he inserts his finger inside me and continues to caress me with his tongue. Too soon, I feel my body tighten right before a blissful orgasm explodes in my most sensitive area. Josh manages to catch every drop of my juice and ravenously searches for more. Unable to contain himself any longer, he lifts his body and inserts his hard, solid cock inside me. As he’s above me, he lowers himself to kiss me while he forcefully thrusts his fat delicious dick inside me, too caught up in the moment to be gentle…or so I thought. “I love you, baby.” He breathes into my mouth.
“I love you more.” I eagerly respond and welcome his tongue in my mouth along with every forceful thrust from his swollen cock. His whole body consumes me, his aggression is a bit violent but I know it’s from missing me. At this moment, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than pinned down on the floor being worshipped by my man. I feel loved. I feel safe. I feel wanted.
I’m in my own version of heaven.
After my second mind-blowing orgasm, Josh finishes inside me, but remains on top of me. We both feel overly satisfied and content. Vaguely, I hear the song, “For the Love of You” by the Isley Brothers playing in the background. My body and mind feel too sedated to register just how perfect this song is for this moment.
The next morning, the alarm on my phone goes off. Well, at least the first alarm of the six I have programmed. All are five minutes apart from each other. I don’t trust myself to wake up since I’m not a morning person. Vaguely, I realize I’m alone in Josh’s room. “Babe? Where are you?” I yell, too lazy to get up and search for him.
Moments later he shows up showered, dressed, and ready to start his day. Seriously? Where does he get his energy from?
“Baby, I woke up feeling great! Last night’s dinner and dessert were mmm mmm good! How about we do it again for lunch? Or why don’t you just call in sick? I’ll go in late and leave early so that we can hang out.” He raises his eyebrows twice suggestively.
“I wish. I can’t. Today, I’m dealing with a special case at work.” I pout. “In this case, the fifteen-year-old boy had a sexual relationship for years with both his eleven year old sister and twelve year old cousin against both their wills. The boy was sentenced to a rehabilitation facility. The families are torn. The cousin’s family has moved out of the country. They don’t want to deal with the issue. They fear their reputation and name would be tainted. The mother of the brother and sister is distraught. She feels horrible that her daughter was victimized by her son for so long, but at the same time…it’s her son. She can’t just stop loving him. The father on the other hand is cold as ice regarding the situation. He’s a man of very few words. The mom does all the talking and crying. He just sits there completely heartless.
The district attorney has decided to question the father more in depth. Something just doesn’t seem right.” Josh has a seat on the bed and places my legs over his lap to give me his undivided attention.
“The girl feels guilty that her family is now divided. She doesn’t understand that the situation she’s in isn’t her fault. Despite the obvious, her relatives see and treat her differently. The sad part is the boy was only committed to a year sentence and now, he’ll be getting out next month. I’ve been with this family since the beginning of the case. His family is pretty wealthy and paid for the best legal counsel. He’ll be on probation until he turns eighteen, he’ll have to attend counseling on a monthly basis not weekly like all other sex offenders, and he won’t have to register as a sex offender. The sickening part is that he’s never shown the slightest bit of remorse for his actions. This whole time while he was committed to the juvenile rehab facility, he never had to do group, peer, or individual counseling. His lawyer made it so that this kid could leave the facility weekly to see a private therapist. I have friends at the rehab facility, that shit’s crazy and unheard of! What the fuck was that judge thinking? I swear, sometimes our justice system is a sorry ass joke. The victim got absolutely no justice! She was seven when he started molesting her then gradually made his way to raping her regularly. This kid is a lot bigger and looks a lot older for his age, so he used that to his advantage when threatening her. The girl knew the father always favored the son and that he wouldn’t believe her if she told the truth. She was right. The father hasn’t looked at her since the day her brother was arrested. Why do we live in such a fucked up world, babe? Some people can be so fucking disgusting! I feel so helpless. This girl has tried to commit suicide. The brother is returning to her home, a place that’s supposed to be her sanctuary, but instead feels more like a prison to her. My heart breaks for her every time I see her.”