Love Like This

by Sylvia Hubbard

  When the nurse came, she spoke with her quietly over Nanna's new medication then left leaving Lynne to her own means.

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 5

  Some kid came in at eight asking for her. She was there alone and looked at him suspiciously. His dark chocolate eyes were the same as his skin with matching hair and wearing a dirty brown winter jacket with a runny nose.

  He asked again impatiently, "Can I speak to Nicole?"

  "I'm Nicole," she acknowledged.

  It was his turn to look at her suspiciously. "You don't look like a Nicole."

  "And who do I look like?"

  He shrugged. "I thought you'd be white."

  "Why?"

  "Because some white guy two blocks over paid me five bucks to deliver a little piece of paper."

  "What paper?" she asked suppressing her excitement knowing fully well who the "white guy" was.

  He dug deep in his jacket pocket pulling out old candy wrappers, crumbs, broken cookies, and finally a neatly folded piece of lavender paper. "Are you sure you're Nicole?" he asked again.

  Exasperated, she insisted. "Yes."

  "Prove it."

  "He's got gorgeous green eyes."

  "What's gorgeous mean?"

  Nicole rolled her eyes heavenwards. "They're real pretty green."

  He smiled and put the paper in the money slot.

  Can you get off an hour early and meet me out back? Please respond below and return with kid. Reward for a positive response to kid. Ethan

  His writing was very neat and she almost wanted to treasure the enriched paper. It didn't feel cheap and it smelled like him. Reluctantly she had to write on it, "YES."

  Looking at the boy who patiently waited, she said, "Am I suppose to tell you something?"

  He nodded. "He said you're supposed to say yes or no."

  She smiled. "I told him yes."

  He beamed and ran outside. In a moment he was back hiding something behind his back. "Close your eyes," he ordered, "And push out the big tray."

  She obeyed until he told her to open it gasping at the beautiful white rose in a floral box with baby's breath. There was a card attached with is writing on it. She opened the laundry slot hurriedly and pulled the card off reading it. "THANK YOU."

  Warily she looked at the boy. "What if I had said no?"

  "He said if you said no to just leave and take this to my Momma."

  "What's your name?"

  "David."

  "How far is two blocks over?'

  "Down near the school over there. He's been working on two houses at the same time. He said he bought them. One house he tore down and he's building this thick wooden big fence around the both of them."

  "Thank you, David." She put the paper in the money slot and he grabbed it. After sticking it deep in his pocket again, he waved and left.

  She opened the floral box and smelled the rose. Did he know how expensive roses were this time of year? Of course he did because he paid for it.

  She carried the box inside the booth as if it were a new born baby. Her thoughts were totally centered on him until Cleo came in at ten.

  "I'm not feeling well so I'm going to leave early," she told her. Cleo accepted this as a legitimate excuse, but she then added, "If any one calls me, I'm busy."

  Cleo smiled knowingly, "With whom, may I ask?"

  "I just want to check something out, okay?"

  Cleo only nodded with a wicked smile. "Leave as early as you want. If you want to leave even earlier, just call me in."

  Nicole only huffed and hurried to finished several orders. With the holiday season there were a lot of orders to complete. Nicole liked to keep the regular customers happy by getting their orders done early so she was kept very busy physically and mentally.

  At eleven thirty she checked out the peephole at the backdoor. Usually she got out at one, but wasn't sure if he understood that. No one was there, so she finished pressing one more load and twenty minutes later, she checked again. A black van was sitting there quietly and she hoped it was him.

  Grabbing her bag, she told Cleo who was on the floor sweeping around the machines she was gone and rushed out the back door. Opening the van door, she almost smiled seeing him inside. Soon as she was seated, he took off, but he didn't head in the direction of her home.

  "Where are we going?" he inquired.

  That would ruin the surprise wouldn't it?" he asked.

  "What surprise?"

  He shrugged. "It's a quiet space I just found out about close by. I just assumed you wouldn't be able to entertain me there properly without other's knowing."

  This tone of voice made her feel as if she were ashamed of him. "I'm only putting up with you because of the money," she indicated.

  He nodded. "I'm aware of that."

  "And once my service is done tonight, I want nothing to do with you."

  "Which is why I am making it easier on you by remaining anonymous. I know it wouldn't look good for you to be seen with a white man." These words were said with a lot of frustration and she had a feeling this didn't have anything to do with her. Yet, she didn't want him to think she was ashamed of his color, it was just that if Marvin or even her mother knew or even suspected her involvement with any man, she would be in trouble. She still remembered the horrible beating she had gotten in the tenth grade when she allowed some boy to just walk her home and someone had told Marvin. He had waited until Nanna had gone shopping the following day and beat her with a thick cover over her so there wouldn't be any marks lefts, but she had been sore for days. Her uncle had made it clear that there would be no dallying for her with anyone.

  So why was she taking a chance now with this man? That question remained to be unanswered for her. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness," she said with her tone filled with sarcasm. "Am I going to catch something?" she asked.

  He frowned. "What do you mean?"

  "I'm sure you’re that last night there… how shall I say it… there wasn't a mess to clean up. I want to know how clean are you?"

  "Very," he answered. "A couple months ago, I took blood test. I'm clean," he assured her. "And you?"

  "Virginal," she said honestly, but in a teasing way. "You could eat off me."

  He chuckled which she knew he would since he thought of her as a whore. Knowing that his mindset was the same assured her emotional state of mind. As long as he thought her like that then no deeper emotions could possibly come forth from her.

  She would honestly admit when he wasn't being an ass she was highly attracted to him,

  He put the car in park and turned towards her. "We're here."

  She looked out to see a small city park. He cut the motor and light off quickly to not attract any attention. "A park?"

  "I figured somewhere we won't be distracted." He reached down and unlocked his seat pushing it back to give him more room between the steering wheel and him.

  "I guess whores can't be choosy."

  "If you could what would you imagine?"

  Nicole thought about something kinky. "I'd like to have you lying on a bed with your arms tied up, while I touch you all over." She turned around in her chair and took both his hands in hers and held them up. "You'd be mine to command all night long to drive you crazy."

  He leaned his head forward to kiss her, but she moved away teasingly. "You enjoy driving me crazy?"

  "Do I?" she asked releasing his hands and moving down to her knees looking up at him.

  His hands cupped her cheeks. The seriousness in his eyes alerted her senses to prepare to go on a tizzy. "You do, Nicole."

  Just get it over with! She told herself and started to unbutton his pants. "I should get started."

  Concentrating, she focused her thoughts to the duty at hand: Pleasing him with her mouth.

  She opened the belt and opened the dark green corduroy pants. He assisted her by removing his sheepskin jacket and opening the matching green corduroy shirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath.

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nbsp; "Do I need to remove anything else?" he asked teasingly.

  "Would you be more comfortable?" she asked.

  "You talk as if you've never done this before," he said chuckling huskily.

  Nicole really wanted to confess, she hadn't just to get that amused expression off his face. She bit her lip hard because she couldn't reveal that to him. If he knew how really innocent she was, things would be so much different between them.

  When she finished unzipping his pants, he raised up slightly allowing her to pull his pants down past his knees to his ankle. Along with getting his pants off she tugged down the green silk boxer shorts as well.

  Taking a slow deep breath she moved her hands around the semi-hardened shaft. Light from the street nearby filtered in to illuminate the thickness of him. Last night she had not paid any attention visually because she wanted to get things over with and concentrating on Cleo's instructions. Now her eyes noted every dim detail as her fingers caressed him every inch of his groin.

  So engaged in her fondling she didn't realize she wasn't concentrating on things Cleo had told her what to do. In no way did she even want to look like an innocent with him. Quickly looking up at him, she saw his eyes closed, his head was thrown back, his lips parted, and his breathing rasped enjoying what she was doing to him.

  This spurred her on. Her eyes returned to the now engorged manhood. Both her hands could clasp around him with the thumbs barely making connections with the fingers and her palms leaving about four inches sill at the top screaming to be touch. The throbbing shaft pulsed and began to grow with life in her fingers.

  "Do you enjoy doing this to men?" he asked.

  "Doing what?" she asked innocently.

  "Pleasing men orally?"

  Her thumb brushed the tip spreading the pre-love juice around and his body shuddered as the sensitive nerve endings on the top tingles every vein in his body.

  "And if I told you I just enjoyed pleasing you, would you believe me?"

  The seriousness in his face returned as he looked down at her, making her see a whole different man. If he actually believed her she was positive he would do everything in his power to give her the world.

  This terrified her. To have a man's heart - this man's heart - cold be what she needed, but he was older and white. She would be just like her mother and that's one person she didn't want to be like.

  "No," he said.

  She only shrugged nonchalantly, but inside glad he hadn't. Nicole would have to stop letting her personal feeling come into play with him. To convince him of the truth would be insane.

  Her hands parted his thighs nudging them apart until she could easily move her hand in between his legs. Her hand moved down to cup the velvety orbs cupping them gently. He tense sharply sucking in air between his teeth. Her mouth was quick to follow her hands and drew them deep into her mouth.

  Her fingers explored below the orbs to the space in between and pressed the nub, remembering the sensitive spot Cleo told her would make a man go crazy. At the same time she enveloped the engorged bar.

  Hearing his groans pleased her. Cleo told her to pay attention to a man's body, breathing and voice. His sighs of pleasure and enjoyment were encouraging and educational in giving her instructions on how he wanted to be pleased. She moved upward placing long wet kisses from the base to the tip of the tumultuous manhood. Soft succulent kisses tasting the first drops of sweetness at the tip of him.

  Going to the peak, she circled around the edge slowly leaving a wet trail to fuel her path. Applying pressure in the dimple, tasting his masculinity. Using one hand to grip the base of him, she guided him slowly into her mouth, taking him inch by inch until he rested on the back of her tongue. All the while moving her oral muscle from side to side and applying slow powerful suction and increasing the pressure on his secret love spot below the orbs in a circular motion. When she increased the movement with her mouth, she also increased the movement with her fingers below. His moans encouraged her and the tightness in the orbs told her he was close to giving himself to her. She sped up her motions, until he began to grow so much she was not able to take him in all way as she had been in the beginning. She used her other hand to stroke the space she was not able to account for with her lips for the friction she wanted him to feel.

  His muscles were tensed until they vibrated and the explosion in her orifice came at the same time as he cried out her name over and over again. Letting the warm liquid flow down her throat, seemed easier than yesterday. She even realized the swallowing sensation brought him an afterglow of pleasure.

  This was the end of her service for him, she knew, yet still her mouth continued to envelope the shaft until every last drop of him was down her throat. Slowly, she moved her mouth away from him, but gave him a long kiss at the tip as if to say, "goodbye." The movement was tender and priceless for both of them and she blushed as she looked up into his intense eyes that were looking down at her.

  His strong hands grasped her shoulders and he pulled her up into his arms. She licked her lips before biting down on them nervously hoping he hadn't caught her intimate kiss. Before she could say anything to explain her actions, he kissed her deeply and she responded just as eagerly. He pulled her closer in his arms and she crawled into his lap resting her legs on the seat beside his thighs. Unconsciously her hips grinded against his groin rubbing her heat against him while his mouth praised her eyelids, nose, and cheeks.

  "I want more," he whispered huskily with his lips near her ear.

  The tingles filling her own veins were driving her insane and she fought through the haze filling her brain to hear his words. "What do you mean?" she asked.

  "I want more of you."

  She was confused and afraid to ask what he meant. Would Cleo know what he meant? Of course she would, Cleo knew everything. Yet, if Nicole really thought about it, giving him even more meant giving herself and that she could not give. "Oh no, that could never happen. I can't let that happen." she answered breathlessly gripping his shoulders to fight the wantonness she was feeling.

  He stiffened uncomfortably leaning back. His hands moved to her hips to stop her erotic grinding against him and she whimpered her protest, but allowed him to hold her back as he was doing. He used his hand to hold her chin so she would look at him. "What do you mean that can never happen?" His tone and look was bothered.

  She wanted to continue her motions, but he held her firmly from her moving her body against his. Biting her lip again, she cursed to herself for revealing so much. When she became hesitate about answering him, his look became bothered.

  "Nicole what do you mean by I can't ever?"

  She sighed knowing what they had just shared and the arousal she was feeling would be going no where soon. He was too serious by far and took everything so literal. Couldn't he just enjoy the moment? Couldn't he be just satisfied with the here and now instead of thinking about the future? Pushing out of his waist, she sat back in her chair avoiding that intense glare she knew he was giving her. He was ready for a fight and she didn't want to give it to him, but she needed to make him understand without telling him the entire truth.

  "Like I said yesterday, after my service, we have no strings attached."

  "I don't want any strings," he gritted out straightening up his clothes angrily. "I want you."

  "You can't have me."

  He sneered, "Is it my color?"

  She had a feeling this man had had problems in the past with other women rejecting him because of his color, but that had nothing to do with it. Even if he was black, Marvin would be the color off her knowing she was involved with anyone. "That's not it. It's not you, Ethan," she implored.

  "Is it our age difference?"

  "I don't even know how old you are. It's not you at all, Ethan. It's me. Please just understand I can't."

  His eyes narrowed. "You want more money."

  "No," she said firmly. "I just needed the money you first gave me to pay off my education and now that's done, I don't
need anything else from you. I don't want anything else from you. I have too many obligations, I have too many responsibilities."

  He looked desperately into her face wanting to believe she was as honest about things as she said, but all he could think about was Lynne and how much she favored him although Nicole was much more. Her inside beauty came to the surface almost making him forget this was his present wife's daughter. The deceitfulness of the mother had not washed off on the girl, had it? He couldn't be sure. Maybe this almost innocent ploy was to get more money or maybe more. Maybe she was using him to get away from the horrible conditions she lived in and once she was away she would drop him like a bad habit. He cupped her face with her hands and looked deeply in her eyes not sure what to believe, not sure what to do, just knowing he needed to convince her to be with him so he could get this all over with. The sooner he took her and threw this in Lynne's face the sooner he could get away from them all. His lie came easily to his lips as he told her, "I've never wanted any one as much as I've wanted you. Please Nicole, just one night, and I will give you the world. Anything you ask for I would give to be with you for one night."

  Just as she was about to protest again, he placed a finger over her lips to stop her.

  "I'll give you three days to think about it. To plan, to make time to be with me because I know you want this as much as I want it."

  "I don't want any ties to you. You don't understand me."

  "I understand you want me." His lips brushed teasingly against hers. "I can feel your need, I can smell your lust, and I can taste your passion." This time when he pulled her in to kiss her, his tongue explored her mouth to the fullest driving her senses insane. "Three days," he whispered leaving her breathless.

  Nicole whimpered, "Alright, three days," she agreed.

  He released her and turned around to start up the vehicle. They drove in tense silence to where they had first met. He occasionally glanced at her to see she was deep in thought.