by Rachel Burns
“Who’s hungry?” he called out when he entered the apartment.
“I am,” I called back.
He brought the pizza to the coffee table and put my piece on a plate for me. He already had water and glasses on the table for us.
Then he undressed and sat down with me under the blanket. “Are we going to be nudists?” I asked him.
He looked surprised. “Definitely not. This is just something that we can do for now because I’m positive that I’m the only one who is going to see you.”
“So you’re naked because you think you might get lucky again tonight?” I teased him.
He actually blushed a little. “Watch your movie, baby.”
~
When the movie ended, I leaned against his shoulder and sighed. “It had a happy ending, exactly like we have.”
“The guy gets the girl. I like those too,” he told me. He had his finger under my chin. He tilted my head back and leaned down to kiss me. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I had no plans of going home tonight,” I admitted.
The corners of his mouth lifted up. He continued to kiss me, but he was pushing forward towards me too, guiding me so I was laying down on my back. He parted my legs and was just starting to settle in on top of me when my phone buzzed.
We both sighed annoyed. Keith pushed up to sitting. “It’s probably your mother, wanting to know if you got home okay. You better answer it.”
He was right. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was Karin. “Hi, Karin,” I stated a little coldly. She was the one who had asked me if I was lying about dating Keith.
“Hi, Sandy. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to our place tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to fire up the grill and play some music. Would you like to come?”
“Sure,” I told her.
Keith was making noise in the background as he shifted around. “Who is with you?” she asked carefully.
“My fiancé,” I squealed into the phone, and she squealed back, making Keith suddenly feel a need to clean up our plates and get out of the way.
“Is he who I think he is?” Karin asked me.
“Yes, Keith asked me to marry him this evening. I’m still at his place. Hold on a second. Keith, do you want to go to a grill party tomorrow and meet my friends,” I asked him.
“Are they as loud as you are?” he teased me.
“No. They’re much louder than I am,” I teased him right back, making Karin laugh.
“Then I’ll take earplugs with,” he told me, leaning against the side of the cupboard. He was still completely naked, and his penis was hanging down. Even relaxed, it looked huge.
“He said he’d loved to come. Should we bring a salad or something with?”
Keith nodded at me with approval for asking.
“No, just bring your fiancé.”
I asked what time we should be there and made all the plans before we hung up.
Then I beamed at Keith. “We aren’t fighting anymore,” I announced.
“Were you fighting with Karin?” he asked concerned, joining me on the sofa again.
“Yes, she asked me if I were just pretending that I was dating you to make myself more interesting.”
“Oh, I see. Did she ask that in a mean way?” he asked, sounding like a real daddy who didn’t want to jump to the wrong conclusion.
“No, she wanted me to confide in her so she could help me with my problems. It was that kind of question,” I admitted. “I think she wanted to brainstorm with me to figure a way out of it.”
“That sounds very nice of her.”
“She is nice. All of my friends are. So are their husbands,” I told him. “You’ll like them.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting them. But right now I’m looking forward to getting back inside of you.”
I blushed when he said that. He was pushing me back down on the sofa. “Now where were we?” he asked in a teasing voice, taking hold of my ankles and spreading my legs.
“About there, I think,” I responded, hearing how breathless I sounded.
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me. I could feel his body against my inner thighs. That felt so good let I wanted to squeeze them tightly shut and keep him this close to me forever.
I closed my eyes and kissed his lips, getting greedier with each kiss. I wanted him so badly.
I could feel his penis getting harder. It was pushing against me right where it felt good. He wasn’t inside of me yet, but his body was moving gently as if he were waves, washing over me. Then I felt his fingers probing in my folds. I looked down between us to see what he was doing. He was stroking me down there, circling my clit.
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
“Not on your life. This time you’re going to come. One way or the other,” he told me.
“How can you be so sure?” I asked him spellbound by what he could do. He continued kissing and stroking. I was moaning out and trying to catch my breath, but he wouldn’t let me.
I turned my head to the side and gasped for air. He immediately latched onto my earlobe. He was the type of man who could help himself when faced with a dilemma, like not being able to get at my lips when he felt like kissing me.
I panted.
“I’m sure because, there are many ways to make a woman come. Shall we explore a couple of them?” he asked me.
“Okay,” I panted.
His kisses stopped. He sat back on his heels and took hold of my legs. My rump was no longer on the sofa but up in the air. My left knee was over his shoulder, and my right one was over the back of the couch.
Then he did what I feared he might do. He leaned forward and continued to kiss me. But this time, he was kissing me at the apex between my legs.
It felt so good and intense that my body started thrashing around, and I was practically screaming. I reached for the blanket that had fallen to the floor and stuffed it into my mouth so his neighbors wouldn’t be able to hear me.
My legs were shaking, and my body jerked away from the feeling only to return for more. He slipped a finger inside of me and then another.
My face and chest filled with heat as he continued to kiss and lick me. I could see my chest turn pink like my bottom had when he’s spanked me. Even my fingertips were responding with a tingling feeling.
I took deep breaths and pointed my toes as jolts curled them inwards.
It didn’t take long, and then I was coming. I felt as if I was being electrocuted, and I loved it. The volts pulsated through my body, then returned to my core, where new waves were going out.
It went on for a long time as I rocked my hips and clenched my body together directly in front of his eyes. I was acting so wanton.
I opened my eyes to see how he was reacting to this. There was a look of pride in his eyes.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he informed me.
“Really?” I asked, thinking that my face had been pinched up as if I were in pain.
“Now I want you to tell me how I look when I come.” He lowered my body, and it struck me that I didn’t mind him seeing me naked, not even up close. I trusted him with my heart.
“I love you,” I told him as he got comfortable on top of me.
He thrust forward into me hard, making me throw my head back. “I love you too, baby girl. Only you.”
His body slapped against mine in a primal way that was turning me on. It sounded so dirty and forbidden, but it felt so good.
I lifted my hips up to him, wanting him to hit against me in all the right places as he drove into me fast and hard.
His face tightened, and then he gasped for air. He looked as if he was doing hard work. He didn’t look happy or as if he was enjoying himself.
“Are you alright?” I asked him when his face started to turn red.
He stopped what he was doing and turned his head to the side to hide that he wanted to laugh at me. “I’m fine. I guess, I’m not as attractive as you are during sex.”
> I wasn’t sure what to say. “If that’s normal, then I’ll know not to be worried.”
His body started to move, taking my breath away. My eyes naturally closed, and now I got the feeling he had done that on purpose so my eyes wouldn’t close. That was why he had wanted me to watch him.
He laid one hand down on the sofa beside my face. I turned my head and kissed it. I wanted to bite into something again, but the blanket had fallen back on the floor. I grabbed onto his wrist with my hand and bit into my own flesh.
I was getting louder again. I wanted to come so badly. I was getting close, but then he changed the pace, suddenly going slower. At first, that frustrated me, but then I got into the new rhythm that he was providing.
I was getting close again, begging him not to stop, but he pulled out completely. Then he drove into me deeply, only to pull out again. This went on forever. He was tormenting me.
“Oh, Daddy, please. Stop teasing me.”
His body slammed against mine. This time he stayed inside of me and took me with the precision of a steam engine, relentlessly driving into me and hitting the same marvelous spot over and over.
I was coming. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His head was thrown back, and he was saying ‘Oh’ over and over again. He was coming with me.
It was a perfect moment.
I relaxed and let my body cry out as I shuddered with passion. It was rocking through my veins.
I panted for air. It was burning my lungs. My shoulders were shaking as I told myself to calm down, but then Keith tickled my clit with his fingers. I came again, calling out his name.
He did it again and told me to call him ‘Daddy.’
I did, and he came again too. There was something so dirty and exciting about calling him that. I loved having a daddy, one all for me.
Chapter 23 ~ Keith
I peeked over at Sandy. She was looking at her finger. I insisted that we get up early and go get her a ring. She’d told her friend that she was engaged. Naturally, her friend would expect to see a ring on Sandy’s finger. She’d picked out a nice one.
I was thrilled that she had said yes last night. We still had to tell our parents, but we could do that this evening. Right now, my baby girl needed to prove to her friends that she wasn’t a liar.
I realized that we were in an odd situation, but we loved each other. Lots of people found each other with the help of computers nowadays. It was really nothing to be ashamed of. We had both needed a little help.
I looked over at Sandy and smiled. It felt right having someone beside me in the car. I was going to miss her so much.
On Wednesday, I had to leave for Ireland. I had filming to do. It was a production that had started and had to take a break because the script hadn’t been right. We were all coming back again to finish what we started.
I had been gone a lot, doing promotions these last couple of months, and thankfully, Sandy had never complained. I think it was because our relationship started with us talking. She was happy when I called her, and we talked as if we were in the room together. She had never been difficult to talk to.
I had to wonder what the chance was that we would have found each other without the help of a computer. Would my heart have felt a pull towards her? I think it would have. I felt a pull the night I filled out the questionnaire to find her.
The chance that I would find a woman who was also willing to be my baby girl was slim, but it happened. Here we were an engaged couple. That meant that we were supposed to find each other.
She told me where to go and where to park. It was a busy street, but it wasn’t busy with cars. It was busy with kids. I got nervous and was glad when I got the car stopped and parked without hitting one. The kids all wanted to get to Sandy. She got out of the car and picked up one and held her on her hip.
She introduced me to the kids, but they weren’t excited to meet me. Why would they be when Sandy was here? She was amazing with them.
She went up to one of the houses, which all looked the same but were painted different colors and walked in the door.
I followed her in with all the kids between us.
“We’re here,” Sandy called out.
“They’re out back,” one of the kids told us, so we walked through a strangers house and out into their backyard.
The adults treated us differently, well me. They were excited to meet me.
Like I figured, the women wanted to see Sandy’s ring. They crowded around her to admire it.
The guys showed me the grill and asked me about the other stars I knew. I declined when they asked me if I wanted a beer.
That had them worried. It made me seem stiff and unapproachable to them. “I just figure it would be better for someone like me not to drink. I’ve seen it ruin so many promising careers and lives,” I told them. “But I’ll be thrilled to take some water.”
I glanced over at Sandy. The women were sitting around her, listening to her talk. I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“It was time that Sandy finally found someone. I could never figure out why she didn’t have someone,” one of the guys said. “I guess it was destiny that you two met.”
“To destiny,” I said, lifting up my water bottle. The others toasted with me and called out, “To destiny.” That made the women look over at us. I used that chance to wink at Sandy.
I ended up getting along really well with the other guys. They liked to go on fishing trips, and I was invited along. It sounded like something that I would really like to do especially because the women used that same time to go to a spa weekend. I didn’t want Sandy to miss out on that.
The guys talked about where they wanted to go this year. They went someplace new every year, renting a cabin and spending their time on the water.
“You’ll have to watch out for tan lines,” one of the guys teased me.
Another commented that I probably had a make-up artist who could take care of that for me.
“Actually, I do,” I confessed with a grin on my face, making them laugh.
~
When it got dark, the kids roasted marshmallows, and the adults sat around the fire. I was in a wooden lawn chair with Sandy on my lap. She was getting sleepy. Her head rested on my shoulder. I loved holding my baby. It felt so natural.
Then someone brought out a guitar, and we sang a few songs. I liked that. I had never heard Sandy sing before, but I felt that our voices went well together. It was more proof that we were meant to be.
Because Sandy had the early shift tomorrow, we had to leave early.
We said goodbye to everyone, promising that we would get together soon.
“Did you like my friends?” Sandy asked me in the car on the way to her apartment.
“Yes, I really did. They’re nice,” I told her. Glad that I wasn’t lying to her.
“I think so too. They have their good and bad sides, but don’t we all.”
I had to smile at how tolerant she was being. I knew that she was thrilled to not be the odd woman out anymore, and I liked the idea of having friends who were real people.
“I’m going on the fishing trip this year,” I told her.
“I figured they’d talk you into it. But from what I hear, they really do go fishing in that time. So it’s going to be serious work too. I expect you to fill up our freezer.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned at her. I liked seeing this side of her. It was a wife-like side.
This was the normal life that I had been searching for.
Chapter 24 ~ Sandy
It was late when we arrived at my apartment. Keith insisted on bringing me up to say goodnight.
I was too tired for sex, but I figured that if he wanted to, I would quickly get in the mood.
We had made love last night and again this morning. It was amazing. That saying about things being better than sex couldn’t be true because nothing was better than sex.
Keith followed me in and talked to me. He wanted me to quit my job, and he wasn�
��t trying to be vague about it. “We could have stayed longer if you didn’t have to go to work,” he pointed out.
“I wasn’t the only one who has to go into work tomorrow morning. Besides, the kids needed to go home and to bed.”
“I’m just saying that planning a wedding is a lot of work, and I won’t be around the next two months to help you.”
“Exactly.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I’m going to continue working until your back, and it’s clear that everything is settled,” I told him.
“Again? Do you think that I’m going to fall in love with someone else while I’m away?” he accused me.
“No, I’m more worried about special effects exploding and airplanes crashing, leaving me a widow.”
He grinned at me.
“How is that funny?” I demanded to know.
“For one, because we aren’t married yet, but I will make arrangements before I leave.”
“What do you mean arrangements?” I demanded to know.
“If anything happens to me, you get everything. My parents should get something too. I’ll meet with my lawyer tomorrow and update my will to include you.”
“You have to be kidding.”
“Or we could go to the justice of the peace and get married tomorrow.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“But I have to work.”
“Sandy,” he said, and then he took a deep breath. He was getting mad at me, very mad. “I earn a lot of money, an obscene amount. It’s ridiculous for you to work too especially because you’re doing a man’s job. It isn’t right for a woman to be carrying heavy boxes.”
“Mostly, I don’t have to. Usually, I just put tags on the pallets and make sure they get on the right trucks. I just have to be active when the machines don’t load up the pallets correctly. Then I have to make adjustments.” I didn’t mention that if the machine did it wrong, usually twenty pallets were packed wrong by the time the mistake was caught.
“I would feel better if I knew that you were safely shopping and trying on a dress. I think you’ll look amazing in white.”