by S. Brent
“So not a shop junkie?” she teased. That was what she called the girls that hung around the shop with the ultimate goal of getting with one of us. My mother did not approve of them in the least but what mother would. She took every chance to remind me of that.
“Not at all. I actually gave her, her first tattoo yesterday.” I explained.
“Is that how you met her?” she asked sternly. Her voice is laced with disappointed. She doesn’t like the idea of me dating the people that I work on. She thought it was unprofessional. I kind of agreed but I did it. Well, I didn’t exactly date them.
“No actually we met at a bar but parted ways. Then she just happened to come in to get some work done and I took advantage of it.”
My mother’s eyes lit up. I knew she would like that. She loved the idea of fate and all that meant to be crap, although, fate seemed to have dealt her a shitty hand. “Must be fate,” she said smugly. I knew that one was coming. I managed not to roll my eyes at her.
My mother fell in love with her high school sweetheart. She thought they would get married and live happily ever after but no such luck. I knew some of the details but not all. She was very closed lipped about it all. She refused to speak about it actually. All she ever told me was my father and her had been in love but were on different paths but she didn’t regret any of it because it gave her me. A very mother like thing to say.
I put some of the pieces together over the years. My mother’s high school sweetheart was Russell Kole, lead singer of the Cherry Pickers. He hadn’t been when they were in high school. Well, he had been the lead singer of the Cherry Pickers, local teen rock band, not Russell Kole, lead singer of the legendary rock band. He got a recording contract and they tried to make it work for a while but ended up parting ways. Sometime during all of that she got pregnant with me. The only child that was never been good enough for him to claim.
Russell never did anything for us. He was a completely absentee father. I hated him for what he did to me and for what he did to her. He could have married her. They could have been happy. We could have been a family.
I found the letters he wrote her in a shoebox in the back of her closet when I was thirteen. She’d never moved on, never dated. She told me I was enough man for her, which was sweet when I was seven. Now it just made me sad. She deserved more.
Prudence
Lincoln and I stopped for a quick Starbucks breakfast and chatted the whole ride home. He was easy to talk to and I loved talking to him. I gave him my number but was not surprised that he hadn’t called yet. He’s a guy after all. God forbid they look overly interested or something equally stupid.
It had been two days since he left me with a mind-blowing kiss on my doorstep. I was sitting in my room with my laptop on my lap working on a paper when my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize but I answered it anyway.
“Hello,” I said into my phone still focused on my laptop.
“Prudence Kennedy Thompson,” a deep voice was coming from the other end of the line. I couldn’t help but smile. My laptop no longer had my attention.
“Lincoln,” I hesitated. Did he have a middle name? “O’Neill. Do you have a middle name?” I asked genuinely curious. Suddenly I felt like that is something I should know about the guy I was becoming involved with.
“I do,” he said. His voice was light and teasing.
“And what might that be? I think it’s only fair since you know my whole name.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Montgomery,” he finally shared. He clearly didn’t want too. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Nothing about his name was funny but out names were ridiculous. “I know my mother was a cruel woman,” he teased. I noticed he said mother and not parents.
“No, I like it. Lincoln. Montgomery. O’Neill. That’s quite a name.”
“You’re one to talk Prudence Kennedy Thompson,” he joked and we both laughed. We both had horrible names. Not so bad on their own but they were a mouthful. Lincoln Montgomery and Prudence Kennedy. What a combination.
“I think you like my name,” I said in a soft husky voice. He was always calling me by my full name.
“Caught me. I do. I really do,” he almost growled. I smiled at my cell phone wishing he was here with me. “So what are you doing?”
“Writing a paper on gender stereotyping in the classroom,” I explained as I set my laptop to the side. There was no way I would be able to write and talk to him. I wasn’t going to even try. I’d end up typing something like Lincoln O’Neil has a cute ass in the middle of my paper. I was sure my professor would love that.
“Sounds fun.” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.
“Like a hole in the head.”
“I like the holes in your head.”
“I bet you do,” I teased.
I heard music in the background and people talking. Was he out? “Where are you?” I asked my curiously getting the better of me.
“The shop.” I looked over and my clock. It was almost ten pm.
“Open late?”
“Kind of, one of the new guys is still working on a piece that is taking longer than planned and I’m closing tonight so I’m just hanging out.”
“Ahhh…”
“So what are you doing Saturday?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t really have any plans yet.”
“Well I was going to head to the lake this weekend and I was wondering if you’d like to join me. Be my plus one,” he offered. Oh I wanted to be his plus one.
“Sure.”
“Good,” he said and I heard him let out a deep breath. Was he really worried that I’d say no?
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just you, and swim stuff if you have a problem skinny dipping in a lake full of people.”
“Swim stuff it is,” I laughed and he pretended to be disappointed. We made arrangement for him to pick me up and then said our good byes. By the time we hung up our phones I had completely tossed my paper to the side. I was done with it for the night. I’d finish it another day. I had a few left. I was so excited about Saturday that I could barely contain myself.
Chapter 8
Lincoln
When I made plans with Pru to go out on the lake Saturday I fully intended to wait until Saturday to see her again but that just didn’t work out. I needed her. I craved her. It was like I was addicted. In the back of my mind I wondered if they had a support group for addictions to a specific person.
We made the lake plans on Saturday. It was supposed to be a whole week until I saw her again. That didn’t work out. I called her Monday night and ended up taking her to dinner. Dinner led to her spending the night at my house.
Tuesday, I was Pru free, much to my dismay.
By Wednesday, I convinced her that she needed to come spend some time with me at the shop. I took her in the back office and then took her home. I just couldn’t get enough.
I was developing a serious problem. When I wasn’t with her I wanted to be. All I could think about was Pru, my lovely little fairy. Was she at school? Teaching? What was she wearing? Who was she with? Would she answer if I call? Should I just text? Was I becoming obsessed? Serious problems. It was distracting. This was whole new territory for me. I alternated between being scared shitless about it and thoroughly enjoying it.
I picked her up from school Thursday and took her home with me. We ordered take out and again she stayed the night. The following morning, I drove her to the school she was doing her student teaching at since I picked her up the night before.
She was cute all dressed up in her teacher clothes Skyla had thankfully dropped by. A knee length pencil skirt, a button up top and of course, heels. I loved that she always wore heels. I wondered if she even owned a pair of heel-less shoes, maybe tennis shoes, or flip-flops.
When I dropped her off at the school I kissed her good-bye. I didn’t even try for more than a sweet peck. This was her work, even though they didn’t currently pay her but they
had hired her for the upcoming school year, and an elementary school. I could get used to this.
She got out of the car and a little girl with pigtails ran up to her. “Teacher, Teacher,” the little girl said in broken English as she dove at her, hugging her legs. Pru hugged her back and smiled down at her.
The window had been down so I was able to listen in awe to the entire conversation. They stood outside the car and talked. Not a word of it was English. Pru was speaking fluent Spanish. Eventually, Pru shooed the girl along who was still clinging to her and she ran off toward the playground. The girl clearly loved her.
“You speak Spanish,” I said more as an observation then a question when she turned leaned into the window to say good-bye to me before I drove off.
“Si,” she said as she blushed quickly looking away from me. Was she actually embarrassed that she spoke Spanish? I only spoke English and not even that well.
Over the past week I discovered that everything embarrassed her to some extent: her accomplishments, her failures, her excitement, her arousal. All lead to blushing. The blush varied depending on the reason behind the embarrassment and how embarrassed she was. This blush was a faint pink, meaning she was only slightly embarrassed. If there had been a spark in her eyes I would have said aroused.
“Do you have any other talents I should know about?” I asked.
She shrugged like it was no big deal but her blush increased. “I speak English, Spanish, and Russian fluently. My Mandarin and Japanese are not so great. I can play the piano and violin, dance ballet, although not very well, and much to my parents dismay I sing like a dying cat.” She teased. I sat there gaping at her. Who was this girl and why was she with me? Those were some impressive skills. She just watched me, amused by my shocked expression.
“Good-bye Lincoln,” she said in her soft, seductive voice that I loved. The one that made me want to just toss her in the back seat and show her just how impressive my skills were, school parking lot or not, but I managed to control myself. She puckered her lips and kissed the air. I just sat there and enjoyed the view of her backside in her snug fitting skirt as she walked away.
I hadn’t picked her up because Skyla did. I desperately wanted to pick her up but I was tittering very close to the edge of desperate stalker, so I let Skyla do the honors.
I managed to stay away since then, which is an incredible feat. I hadn’t seen Pru in more than twenty-four hours. I felt like a junky in need of a fix. If I wasn’t worried about scaring her off I probably would of showed up at her apartment last night and begged her to let me touch her.
I pulled up to her apartment. It’s about ten am. I was picking her up and we were going to spend the day at the lake. If all went according to plan I was going to enjoy her all day in a bikini and then take her home and enjoy her out of it all night.
As I went up the stairs that lead to her apartment my phone went off in my pocket I pulled it out praying it wasn’t a shop emergency or Pru calling to cancel on me. If it was I was still going to knock on her door and try to convince her to come. It was Betty. Ignore.
I rang the bell and Skyla answered the door. She just shook her head at me with a knowing smile.
“She’s in her room,” Skyla informed me as she stepped out of the doorway to allow me to come in. This was the first time I’d actually came into their apartment. Even though Skyla lived here I never actually came inside. I dropped Pru off and walked her to the door but she always stayed at my house. I liked having her at my place, in my space. Plus the idea of my sister in the room next door bothered me.
I didn’t know what I expected but this was not it. Pru seemed to come from money so I expected something classic for her apartment. This was anything but. It was a hodge-podge of random pieces. It made me smile.
There was an old school moss green, crushed velvet sofa covered in an odd combination of colorful pillows, one even had Home is where the heart is cross stitched on it. There was a giant overly fluffy floral chair and a horribly uncomfortable looking Victorian lavender chair. The coffee table was made of books stacked up with a piece of glass on the top all on a white fur rug. The end tables were vintage suitcases stacked haphazardly on top of each other. One whole wall was covered in mismatched bookshelves, jammed packed with books. Another had an odd assortment of framed pictures and drawings around a mirror. This place was great.
“Up the steps, end of the hall,” Skyla directed me. Their apartment was more like a condo. It took up the second and third floors of the building.
“Thanks,” I said. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Skyla and I had gotten close over the years. It was nice to know at least one of my many siblings.
I headed up the steps and did my best not to take them two at a time in my rush to see her. I haven’t seen her since I dropped her off at school. I actually missed her. I have never been clingy with a woman before. But damn, I missed her. Usually, I just see them when I see them and if I didn’t who cared. But I wanted to see her. I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms again, in my bed. To have her soft fruity yet floral smell filling up my car while I listened to the soft tone of her voice.
Yeah I had it bad.
I made my way down the hall to the open door Skyla directed me too. Again, another room that I hadn’t been expecting. The furniture is all simple white pieces, a desk that held a laptop, stacks of papers and books haphazardly thrown about. An unmade bed with black, white, and gray bed covering with hints of teal. Shoeboxes stacked everywhere. The surprising part is the ungodly amount of clothing covering the room. Her desk chair was covered with piles of clothing. There were clothes sticking out from under the bed and few random pieces just thrown about. I would have never pegged Pru as a sloppy person. It wasn’t dirty, just a mess. I loved it.
But what really caught my attention was Pru. She was wearing a pale pink, string bikini crawling around on the floor looking under her bed. Her tattoo was healing quickly. I could probably work on it again within the week. Her barely covered ass was sticking up in the air as she searched for something, tossing more pieces of clothing out of her way, even a few shoes and books that were hidden in the disaster.
I probably should have said something but where was the fun in that. I leaned against the doorframe and enjoyed the show. She fascinated me.
“Maggie,” she hollered arching her back giving me an even better view of her perfect little ass. She surveyed the room in front of her as she flipped her long hair out of her eyes. I was instantly turned on. Damn this girl was hot. “Have you seen my other pink wedge?” she called out.
“No,” Maggie called out from one of the other rooms.
“Do you have it?”
“Why would I have just one of your shoes?”
“Because you’re Maggie,” she said like it made perfect since and what little I knew about Maggie it sort of did. Apparently Pru was searching for a missing shoe. She was still crawling around searching for it, mumbling to herself about shoes learning to walk away all on their own and Maggie’s sick jokes.
Maggie laughed. “True,” she called back, “but no, I don’t have your shoe. You better hurry before lover boy gets here.” Then Maggie made kissing noise from the other room.
Pru let out a deep defeated sigh. “I’ll just change my suit,” she said quietly to herself then stood up. Her back was to me. She pulled all her thick waves over one shoulder and reached around behind her to untie the ties on her bikini top and tossed it on the bed.
She turned around towards the door running her fingers through her hair in her frustration. When she saw me she jumped but didn’t even try to cover her very bare, very plump breasts from my view. The only sign that she was even slightly embarrassed was the faint blush that shadows her cheeks. I couldn’t help but smile at the little fairy standing there clad only in a string bikini bottom.
I stepped in and shut the door behind me, flicking the lock. She just raised an eyebrow at my boldness. I took two steps to her and let my gaze travel down her
body and back again enjoying the view before I reached out and pulled on the strings on either side of her hips. Praying that they were actual ties not just meant to look that way.
My prayers were answered. The little scrap of fabric fell to the floor.
I pulled her up against me before dipping my head down so I could press a few sweet kisses to her full lips then reached out and run my hands down her now naked sides, over her tattoo, until I found her hips and yanked her against me so she could feel my need pressed against her before deepening the kiss. Her eager mouth opened willingly and her perfect little body curved into mine. It always did. Being close to her got better each time. Her hands crept up my chest and clung to my shirt while I devoured her mouth.
“We’re going to be late,” she said between heavy breaths as I placed more soft kisses on her jaw and neck.
I slid my hands around and gripped her bare ass. I lifted her up. She squealed as her feet left the floor but before her legs could wrap around me I tossed her onto her unmade bed. She laughed as she bounced and I dropped down over her tossing my shirt in the process going for the tie of my board shorts.
“Oh we are going to be very late,” I confirmed.
An hour later, we were both completely sated for the moment and Pru was wearing a completely different bikini. This one is light blue with little white polka dots, equally as sexy as the pink one. After another search of her room she found matching heels, white wedges, I think she called them. She had more shoes in her room then I had in my entire life. She threw on a white cover up that barely covered her ass, a dress of course. I was quickly learning that dresses and heels were her preferred look. I was not complaining. I was a definite fan.
“You going to get dressed or do you plan to just stay in bed all day?” she asked when she turned to face me with her hands on her hips attempting to look stern. I was still sprawled out on in her bed, completely naked.