by J N Owens
“This looks amazing. Thank you so much.” It tastes as good as it looks. I could definitely get used to having breakfast made before I go to work. And coffee waiting for me, that is the best thing ever. Like my life would be perfect if I could just lay on the beach and have someone just bring me coffee, all day. I’m just finishing up when Scott stands up and starts cleaning up. I must have died and gone to heaven.
“So, I was thinking.” There is a catch to this. I should have known.
“Oh, so you were buttering me up?” I laugh at him. He comes to stand in front of me. Still butt ass naked.
“Well, maybe a little. I’m going home this weekend to Nashville,. I’m spending a few days there. It’s my mom’s birthday so I’m going up to see her. What do you say? You wanna go?”
“Oh, I thought it was going to be something bad. That’s not a big deal. I would love to go. When are you leaving?”
“This afternoon. I mean I would like to leave as soon as possible. It’s a pretty long drive. But I know you can’t get off too early. So, I guess whenever you can get out.”
“Well, when are you coming back? That’s a long drive to just stay a day.”
“I’m coming back Monday or Tuesday. I may stay till Wednesday, I’m not sure yet. It depends on how it all goes. You can never tell with my family.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Let me get to the clinic and see what next week looks like. I’ll talk to Stacey and Sasha, see what they can move around. I should be able to let you know by noonish. Is that OK?” he smiles.
“It’s perfect. If it’s OK, I’ll stay here until you let me know. That way if you can come, I’ll already be here. I can throw some things together for you and be ready to go when you get off. We can stop by my place on the way out, grab my things and head out.”
“OK, sounds like you have it all planned.”
“Well, I was kind of betting on you being able to go. Or praying for it.” He leans in and kisses me. “Now get to work so we can get going.”
“Yes sir, I’m on it.” I turn and head out the door.
I get to work and don’t waste any time, I get Sasha, my office manager, and Stacey, my head nurse, to get my week moved around. It actually wasn’t much to do. Apparently next week is spring break so it was a slow week anyway. It kind of worked out. We aren’t usually opened on Saturday so I’m able to make it out by 11. I call a pediatrician friend of me from another clinic and ask him to take my emergency calls for the weekend. I pack up my computer so I can work on my charting in the car while we drive and if I have any down time over the weekend. I have quite a bit to catch up on from the week. I have been letting it slip from spending so much time with Scott.
I meet Scott at my house, he did a great job packing my bag, which is scary. He made sure to pack my hair stuff, my favorite brush, my makeup, just the essentials. He went through my clothes and packed underwear, my good ones and comfy ones. He packed my favorite sleep pants, my good jeans, and comfy jeans. He got slouchy tee-shirts and nice tee-shirts. There is a fancy cocktail dress with matching shoes. Who is this guy that he can pack like this? Most guys would have thrown in one shirt and a pair of pants with one pair of panties, but he thought of everything. Once I make sure he got it all, we head out the door. We stop by a little cafe and eat lunch before we go to his house. It’s going to be a long drive, so we make sure we have a good meal before we leave. When we are on our way to the interstate, he stops at a gas station to fill up. I take a minute to run in and grab a little of everything. I love road trips and I love the snacks on road trips. We make a quick stop by his house to pick up his bag, and we are on the road. It’s a long drive up to Nashville, so we make the best of it.
We pull into a rest stop crossing over the state line to have sex in the back seat of the truck. We don’t make it halfway up 65 and I am leaning over unzipping his pants. I pull out his long hard shaft running my hand up and down, I run my thumb back and forth over the precum on the tip. I bring my thumb up and lick the cum off. I lean over into in his lap and take him into my mouth. He lets out a loud moan. He pushes his seat back and lifts the steering wheel so I can have better access to him. I reach down and cup his balls with my right hand and hold his dick in my left hand. I lick around the tip, flicking my tongue over the top then I slowly push down onto him, way into the back of my throat as far as he will go. He winds his hand into the hair at the back of my neck, holding me tight and directing me. Being with him lately has fully awakened my sex drive, who knew I was such a hormone filled maniac. I love the way his cock feels in my mouth. I hum around his cock as I suck my way back up, following my lips with my hand. I grip him tight and suck hard and fast, moving up and down faster and faster, working him with my hand and mouth simultaneously. With a few hard pulls he is pushing down on my head, I feel his legs tighten and I feel the pulsing of his cock. I feel his release hit the back of my throat. I run my hand up and down, licking and sucking, milking him of every drop. Then I pull my mouth off with a pop, and I slowly lick a circle around the tip as I pull back. I sit up and lean into him and kiss him hard on the mouth, running my tongue over his lips, driving my tongue deep into his mouth. He circles my tongue with his. He swerves as he pulls off the side of the road and throws it into park. He pushes me down onto the seat of the truck. He jerks my pants down, hard. He is so turned on, he can’t wait. He almost rips them. He gets them off and he is inside me in a second, thrusting and pumping. He is fucking me so hard that my head is being slammed into the other door. His hands have moved inside my shirt so he could push my bra out of the way and palm my tits in his hands. I have one leg thrown over the seat and the other propped on the steering wheel. I have one hand in his hair, and one is pressed to the window trying to keep me from being pushed too hard into it. He fucks me like it’s the last time he will get the chance. I thrust and buck my hips up into him, giving just as much back. I love when he goes slow and takes his time, but like this, hard and fast, like he can’t get enough mind blowing and reaches every part of me. I feel like he is filling me to the top and taking everything I have at the same time. My entire body wants to give out, my legs are shaking, my hips are moving against his, trying to get him to go harder and harder. I dig my nails into him trying to get more of him. It doesn’t take him long and he is releasing into me with a hard thrust and a cry. He falls onto me. He is out of breath, but I can see it in his eyes he isn’t done. He knows I didn’t come so he isn’t done. He reaches around me and moves the seat back. He turns me so I’m laid back in the seat as far as I will go. He makes his way down between my thighs never taking his eyes off my eyes. He takes his fingers and runs them between my lips, opening me up. He goes in holding nothing back. He doesn’t take his time or ease into it. He just goes straight for my clit, biting it and sucking it. He flicks it with his tongue and circles it, plunging his finger into my hot center. He starts fucking me with his fingers hard and fast. I start rocking my hips into his fingers, with my feet on the dash, I use that as leverage and just fuck his face and fingers. He is picking up where he left off with his cock, my body trembles. I can feel it building. My cries start low and easy. His fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony. I start to come within seconds, calling out his name. My legs tighten around his head, I am pulling him into me by his hair pushing my pussy into his face. He licks one long slow lick from my ass to my clit then makes his way up to me and kisses me long and slow. Drawing out my orgasm. It’s so strong and takes forever to come down from. He moves his fingers in and out slowly, licking me slower now. I rock into him slower and slower as I come down from that mind blowing orgasm. He throws himself over into his seat while he pants trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck that was awesome.”
* * *
“Yeah, it fucking was cowboy. Now get us back on the road.” I laugh and then we both start laughing.
We drive another hour or two and end up having to pull over again, for some reason we just can’t make it far without one of us taking the
others clothes off. This is going to be the longest fucking road trip ever. It doesn’t take any more than him running his hand up my thigh, or me leaning over and kissing his neck. The smallest things have us pulling over. At one point, he even started eating me out while I was driving. I almost drove right off the interstate. He had his face between my thighs licking and sucking, fingers going inside me, all at 70 miles an hour. Yep, I pulled right over and climbed on top of him. We fucked and got right back on the road. It was an adventure to say the least.
We end up making it to his parents’ house around 2am. We drag ourselves in the door and straight upstairs. We fall in the bed and don’t move again until the morning.
7
Finley
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed. Well, this is awkward. I get up and go into the attached bathroom, clean myself up, wash my face, brush my teeth, and throw my bed hair up into a bun. I have on sleep pants and a tee shirt, which I feel is fine, so I make my way downstairs. Scott’s parents’ house is beautiful. It’s a 2-story ranch style home. It’s simple but immaculate and very stunning. Everything is very purposefully placed, and either his mother is a very skilled decorator, or she hired someone. The halls are lined with family photos. I look at every one as I walk down. Pictures of vacations at the beach and in the mountains sit beside professional family portraits in their home and in front of Christmas trees. They look like the perfect American family. There are snapshots from weddings and pictures of babies. It’s all beautiful. I hear voices and laughter, so I follow the noise, I make my way into the kitchen and stop dead. Scott is sitting at the island as a stunning woman makes breakfast. I know she is his mother because of the pictures in the hallway. She looks like she is no older than 40. Perfect blond hair, at 9 in the morning none-the-less, almost 6 feet tall and the body of a model. Maybe she is a model. I don’t know, he told me they were in finance, but she got out of it when the boys were born. But this woman in front of me is beautiful, and then she turns and smiles at me. The smile of a mother. A true smile. There it is. I feel completely out of place in my pajama pants and tee shirt, but she is so welcoming it immediately puts me at ease.
“Oh my, you must be Finley, my son has told us so much about you. Come here.” And she comes around and hugs me. Scott just sits there and smiles. No, he beams at us.
“OK, well y’all have met. I have some things I have to do. I will be back shortly.” My eyes go big. He comes over and kisses me. Then kisses his mother on the cheek.
“Wait, your leaving. Just like that. I just got up.” I follow him to the door.
“Yeah, it’s fine. You will be OK with my mom. I won’t be gone long. I promise. I love you.” He leans down and kisses me again. But it’s not like the kisses he normally gives me. It’s quick and hard which is very unlike him. Immediately, I’m pissed. I want to go back upstairs to get stuff and leave. This is not how this weekend was supposed to go.
“OK, I guess.” I turn and go back into the kitchen. His mom pushes a plate across the island towards me.
“Don’t worry about Scott. He always does this. Every time he comes home, he goes off. He runs off to the mountains to see his old friends. He will be back. I’m not sure what it is about this place, but he can’t stay still in this house. Maybe it’s his father. Who knows. Either way, it’s fine. We will have a girl’s day and go shopping.” I smile at her. Sure, normal for her. And shopping? Really with Stepford Mom? Fuck my life.
“Yeah, okay, that sounds fun.” As a fucking carnival ride.
“You know I always wanted a daughter. From what Scott told me about you, I have a feeling we will get along great. When he went off and married that Emily girl I was horrified. I told him that would never work. But he wouldn’t listen. I have a much better feeling about you. You seem to have your head on straight.”
Hold the phone, did she just say married? Like rings, a minister, church, that kind of married? What in the ever loving hell? I drop my fork on the plate getting her attention.
* * *
“I’m sorry, did you say married. As in, going to the chapel in a white dress, Scott was married?”
“Oh shit. He didn’t tell you. I probably shouldn’t have said anything. Can we forget I said anything?”
“Um, yeah, no. I can’t forget that. We are going to have a talk about that.” I still just stare at her. I don’t know if I’m more horrified that she told me like it was no big deal, or angry that he didn’t feel like that was an important piece of information. How do you just not tell someone you were married? I feel like Long Duck Dong. Married, Married. I want to slap myself in the face right now, like the word married just won’t compute in my tiny little stupid naïve brain. I am just in shock, utter shock.
“Yeah I didn’t think so. He is going to be pissed. Oh well. It’s something you were bound to find out eventually. Come on, have some coffee. Then we can get ready and hit the town. We have a party tonight.” She slides a cup of coffee my way continuing about her morning like she didn’t just drop a huge bomb on me. What in the actual fuck? I feel like I just fell through the rabbit hole.
“Oh right, it’s your birthday. Happy birthday.” I smile.
“Well it’s not today. But thank you.” This woman doesn’t miss a beat. Oh hey, Scott was married. I’m a looney toon, but don’t forget the big party tonight. Let's go shopping. Can I get some of what she is smoking please? I drink my coffee and eat my breakfast. I am completely overwhelmed and really don’t know what else to say. I finish up and head upstairs to get dressed. I send Scott a message.
Me: u were married?? Wtf??? Don’t you think that’s something u should have mentioned at some point? Is there anything else I need to know???
I don’t get a response. Of course. I finish getting ready, throw my phone in my purse and head out the door with his mother.
We spend the entire day shopping. Holy fuck that woman can shop. And talk. Fuck me, I thought Layla could talk, but this woman never shuts up. I feel like my ears are going to start bleeding any minute. All I can do is think about the whole Scott being married thing. What else is he hiding? If he didn’t tell me about that, then what other really big deal things has he kept from me. I am going to fucking kill Scott. Its 4pm and the party starts at 6pm so we head back so she can get ready. I would think she just needs to change clothes because her hair and makeup are done. But apparently, she has to redo everything. I’m going to use it to my advantage and take a nap. She has worn me out. I get inside the house and make my way upstairs with my purchases, one good thing came out of it at least, I got some really good shopping done.
I wake up from my nap to yelling. It’s coming from the hallway. What the fuck is going on? I walk to the door and poke my head out. Scott has his mother pinned up against wall, he is right up to her face yelling. I must have missed most of it. She has tears running down her perfectly fixed face and all I can hear his last sentence.
“You will fix this do you hear me mother. Fucking fix it or you will be sorry.”
He drops his hand from her throat. I shut the door quickly and as quietly as I can and rush into the bathroom. What the fuck did I just see? How can he treat his mother like that? And where is his father? I haven’t seen him at all. I turn the shower on and start to undress. I hear Scott come in. I have no idea what to say now.
“Hey…” I turn to him standing in the doorway. I’m suddenly embarrassed to be standing naked in front of him. I feel violated, I raise my arms to cover my breasts. I can’t even look at him, so I keep my eyes on the floor.
I stay focused downward, never looking at him. I know if I do, I will break for sure. I’m also still really pissed at him. I need to stay pissed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you here all day by yourself. I just don’t love being in this house. There is a lot you don’t know. Can you please just look at me?” I look up then.
“You mean like you having been married? Because that is something I definitely didn’t know.” He lets
a huff.
“Yeah just like that. But it’s not what you think.” Is he stupid? Or does he think I am?
“What is it then? Because it sounds like you were married, and you just didn’t tell me. I don’t care that you were married. I don’t give a fuck about that. I care that you fucking lied to me. I hate lies. Any lie. Why would not tell me? We have talked about past relationships and I thought we had put it all out there.”
“I know. Fuck. I said I’m sorry. I never even thought about it because I don’t even consider what we had a marriage. We were barely together. We got married and lived separate. She lived in Atlanta and refused to relocate so we had to see each other on weekends. It was a huge thing for us. And we thought we could make it work. I thought we could make it work. But we couldn’t. She ran off with some guy she worked with. Turns out she had been fucking him since before we even got married and that’s why she wouldn’t relocate to be here. We weren’t even together 6 months.”
“I’m sorry.” Fuck if I don’t feel like a shit. But it doesn’t change the fact he was married.
“It’s not your fault. She was the bitch.”
“Yeah. But you should have told me about it regardless.”
“You’re right. I should have told you about the whole mess earlier.”
“I guess I understand, but I feel hurt and betrayed still. I still wish you would have told me. I don’t want to fight though.”