“Not at all…as long as you don’t mind me telling you the exact same thing,” Nathan said and took me in his strong, safe arms.
“Nathan!” Justin suddenly shouted from behind us and ran up to join Nathan and I for a three-way hug.
“Can we have a hug too?” my mom said and pulled my dad closer and then we all stood there together like one big happy family, with Nathan’s silver Porsche standing ready to take me and Justin away to the life I’d always dreamed of.
NATHAN
There was a lot of things to get ready before we would be able to move into the large house in Round Rock and I spent the better part of two days just directing the large furniture trucks as they offloaded all of the furniture for the house.
I was very excited to show Emily our new home and when she finally drove up the driveway in her little car I waved at her and made a mental note to take her to a car dealership the next day and buy her a brand new car so she would never have to struggle with that little stubborn piece of scrap metal she was driving again in the mornings.
“This is absolutely unbelievable, Emily said as he walked up to me where I was waiting for her at the top of the stairs.
“Do you like it?” I asked and watched as Justin ran inside to go and see the inside of the house.
“It’s beautiful but that’s not what I’m talking about, Emily replied, “This is exactly like a dream I had one night…I was walking across a large lawn towards a house that looked exactly like this one and there was a man standing at the top of the stairs, waiting for me and waving just like you did today!”
“Well that goes to show that dreams do come true,” I said with a smile.
“They most certainly do,” Emily whispered and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips for the longest time.
We could ear Justin running around inside the house and I took Emily inside to go and show her the place. There were marble tiles on the floors and all of the door handles were plated with pure gold; a little something I’d specifically asked for as a kind of personal touch.
The first thing I did after I’d taken Emily and Justin through the entire house was to set up the massive TV screen in the lounge and to connect the brand new PlayStation games I’d bought for Justin so that he could make up for all the times in his life when he hadn’t had any toys to play with. He literally only paused the game to have a bite of pizza with Emily and me every now and then before getting right back to playing all of the games I’d bought him.
“There’s one little boy who’s very happy that you managed to talk some sense into your dad,” Emily joked as Justin went crazy trying to shoot all of the zombies that were running across the TV screen in his game.
“And how about his mom, is he happy?” I asked and looked Emily straight in the eye.
“Happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life,” she said and I could see that she meant every word of it.
“There’s something I want to show you upstairs,” I said and took Emily by the hand and let her all the way up the swirling staircase while Justin carried on playing his favorite TV games.
“What is it you want to show me?” Emily asked, all curious.
“I just wanted to show you what they delivered here earlier today,” I said and led her into the master bedroom.
“Oh my God! The bed is bigger than my entire old apartment!” Emily exclaimed when she saw the massive King size bed in the middle of the room. It had the most beautiful delicate white linen on it and I couldn’t wait to feel what it would be like to sink into its cool depths. The bed looked slightly isolated in the middle of the empty room and Emily had a broad grin on her face as she looked around the rest of the empty room.
“You just couldn’t wait to get a bed in here, could you?” Emily said and looked at me with a fake expression of disapproval on her face.
“Can you blame me?” I asked and kissed her gently on her lips.
“What about Justin?” she said and kissed me right back.
“There is no force in the universe strong enough to tear him away from his video games,” I answered with a smile and loosened her bra behind her back.
“There was a moment there when I thought we would never be together like this ever again Nathan,” she said and kissed me back hungrily while she helped me out of my pants. I slipped on a condom and bent down to kiss her all over her breasts… they seemed to me like ripe, juicy fruits waiting to be feasted on.
“My dear Emily, the only desire stronger than Justin’s desire to play his video games is my desire for you and nothing in his world, or the next, could ever keep me away from you,” I whispered and started nibbling on her earlobes.
I picked her up and carried her off to the massive bed. Then I put her down and pulled off her last piece of clothing, a dainty pair of pink panties. I kissed her all the way up her legs and finally nestled my tongue in her wet depths as she moaned softly and arched her back to give me full access to all of her secret places. I licked her and stroked her with my fingers until her body shook violently with an intense orgasm.
Then she pulled me down on top of her and rolled me over on my back to get working on my rock hard cock that was standing at attention like soldier ready for battle. She took me in her mouth and I almost blew my load when I felt the incredible sensation of her wet mouth on my manhood. When she finally mounted me and started riding me like a wild horse I held onto her and looked deep into her eyes while we made love with reckless abandon. We were making up for all of the misunderstandings; all of the lonely nights we’d spent in our separate little apartments in Round Rock, Texas while we were secretly yearning for one another’s embrace.
I finally rolled her over on her back and entered her gently before I started to rock my hips up and down with ever increasing speed and strength. I could see the desire in her eyes as she started breathing heavily and dug her fingernails into my back. When we finally crashed all the way across the threshold of pleasure together Emily moaned loudly and we fell back onto the bed to get our breath back after the first of many incredible lovemaking sessions in our new house.
We just knew that Justin must have heard Emily’s loud moan and, sure enough, he shortly called out from below us in the living room.
“Are you okay mommy?”
“I’m fine my big boy, you can go back to your TV games!” Emily shouted right back.
“Okay, just tell me if you need my help with something!” Justin shouted once more and then we could hear the sound of wild gunfire commencing again as Justin continued to massacre some more zombies below us on the TV screen in the living room.
“Now are you ready to get back to our little game over here?” I whispered and Emily grabbed my cock with both hands.
“I’m always ready, she said with a naughty smile, “Now show me if you are as good at putting in some extra work over here in this bedroom as you are at putting in overtime on the factory floor.”
EMILY
“Close the door behind you and don’t sit down,” I said in my best imitation of Grant’s Belmont’s own despicable tone of voice as our now-demoted ex-Factory Manager skulked into my office with hanging shoulders.
“Yes mam,” Grant said and stood there with his face looking even rattier than usual.
“I don’t have time for a long conversation with you so I want you to listen up and then get right back to the assembly line. Your rate of work is highly unsatisfactory and if you don’t pick up the pace I’m afraid you’re in danger of also losing your job on the assembly line after you’ve already been demoted from management.”
“But mam I’m having trouble learning all…”
“Please save me all of the sad stories and get out of my office!” I said and watched with satisfaction as the ill-mannered little man who’d summarily fired me a couple of days earlier made his way back to the factory floor to go and do the job I used to do while I sat in his old chair watching him.
“Hurry up! We don’t have all day to s
tand here and wait for you!” Jerry shouted at Grant Belmont as he moved into position behind his work station.
I looked at my watch and decided to make myself a nice cup of coffee while I waited for Nathan to arrive so we could work on the new and improved management systems for the factory. Old Jerry looked up to where I was sitting in my office and gave me a wink and a smile as we all got ready for another productive day at work down in Round Rock, Texas at the revived, revamped and newly managed factory of Edward Electronics.
THE END
Pump It!
Chapter 1
Tiffany checked the time on her phone and sighed gustily.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she said out loud, even though she was the only person in her apartment. But Tiffany had been living alone in a one-room apartment in busy Brooklyn for nearly two years now and was used to talking to herself. In the beginning, when talking to herself, had made her feel like a bit of a spazz, she’d bought herself a potted fern. She christened it Livingstone and drew a curly mustache on its pot to give it some character. Whenever she was worried that she might be starting to lose it, she would remind herself that she wasn’t actually talking to herself but to Livingstone. She didn’t mention this to anyone else because she had the sneaking suspicion that it would only make her sound crazier. Her mother was already making enough pointed remarks about cat ladies as it was.
Tiffany sighed again and rolled her neck to ease the kinks out of it. She’d been working on this project for three hours without moving and her back was killing her. But she was only halfway through the necessary word count and the project was due tomorrow. When she’d first decided to become a romance novelist it had seemed like a great idea – she could work from home or her favorite café, choose her own hours and take projects that interested her.
But Tiffany was an introvert by nature and she soon realized that if she wasn’t forced to talk to people – either at work or at school – then she tended to hole up and be a hermit. And here she was, predictably, holed up and acting like a hermit. Because the truth was that if Tiffany didn’t talk to Livingstone then there would be days when she never said a word out loud at all. And that seemed even more depressing to her. So she talked to Livingstone.
With one last glance at the blinking cursor on her screen, Tiffany saved the document and left her desk, stretching her arms up over her head as she went. Opening her closet, she grabbed her gym bag. It was already 8pm and she was dying to hit the gym. The project could wait until she got home. She didn’t mind working late – it wasn’t like she had anything to do early the next morning. Picking her way across her messy studio apartment, Tiffany grabbed her keys and headed for the door.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” she told Livingstone. “Don’t wait up. Who knows – maybe I’ll meet some hot guy at the bench press. Dream big, right?”
Livingstone said nothing, but Tiffany thought he rustled his leaves in an encouraging kind of way. And, when it came to guys, Tiffany needed all the encouragement she could get.
The elevator was empty when she got in and she used the mirrored walls to take a good long look at herself, tilting her head from side to side. Tiffany had always been pretty – even as a little girl her creamy skin, precise features, and enormous smile had made every photo taken of her a gem, no matter how badly her father had framed it. At 20, she was a classic southern belle with long, muscular legs, a trim waist that flared into a perfectly shaped ass, and a delicately-boned square face with long-lashed green eyes and thick tawny hair. In her small hometown in Georgia, her aunts had always joked about how her father would have to keep his rifle at the ready as soon as she hit middle school.
“You’re going to be fighting the boys off left, right, and center, Harold,” Aunt Marge would cackle.
“They’ll be climbing down the chimney while you sleep,” was Aunt Hettie’s favorite line.
“Best start stockpiling buckshot now,” Aunt Grace would add, toasting her sisters with her ice tea, while Tiffany buried her red face in her arms and her father had glowered at his sisters-in-law. “You’ll need all you can get your hands on in a few years.”
The good-natured teasing had always made Tiffany blush because, despite her good looks, she was shy and always felt nervous around strangers, especially boys – much to the chagrin of the local teens. Sometimes she wondered if it was because everyone always made such a fuss about her appearance that she felt so self-conscious. She wished everybody would just forget about it.
When she moved to New York to attend design school, her mother had been thrilled, imagining that soon her daughter would catch the eye of some famous fashion designer who would put her up on the catwalk, which was where her mother believed she belonged. When Tiffany had tried to explain that she was going to New York to learn to design clothes, not wear them, her mother had waved her explanations aside and breezily told her not to be blind.
“Anyone can see you were made to be admired. I just wish all those pageants had worked out. You could have been famous years ago by now,” she had said, brushing a curl of Tiffany’s hair behind her ear.
Tiffany had shuddered, just like every other time her mother brought up pageants. One of her mother’s greatest disappointments in life was that her daughter had not been a pageant winner – which was not for a lack of trying on her part. She’d entered Tiffany in every local and state pageant she heard of until it became impossible for even her to deny that Tiffany just wasn’t cut out for it.
Tiffany’s first pageant had been at the age of eight and her talent had been making music by running her finger along the rims of glasses filled with various levels of water. The assistant stage manager had wheeled out the trolley covered in glasses and Tiffany had been so nervous staring out at the dark crowd of strangers that, before even getting a single note out, she knocked over a glass, which had knocked over another glass, until suddenly, with an enormous crash, there was water and bits of broken glass everywhere. Two people sprained their ankles trying to stand in the slippery first row and a shard of glass escaped the cleaning crew and ended up wedged in the ballet slipper of one of the other girls in the next act. Tiffany was still crying when they got home, despite her father buying her an extra-large ice cream sundae with hot fudge sauce on the drive back.
For all her mother’s efforts, it soon became clear that every time Tiffany went near a stage something catastrophic was soon to follow. After two years, four hospital visits, and half a dozen threats of legal action, Tiffany’s mother had finally given up on her dream of having a pageant star for a daughter – much to Tiffany’s relief. But by then she only had a few years left before the local boys started taking an interest in her – and that was a whole other set of humiliations.
Caught up in her reminiscing, Tiffany left her building and headed for the subway. Sitting on the A line, she leaned her head back against the window and thought back to some of her more spectacular high school dating mishaps, doing her best to ignore the admiring glances the men (and several women) in the subway car were giving her while they pretended to be reading the paper or playing with their phones.
In freshman year, Tom Cutler, the cutest boy in school had asked her to the spring dance. He was, as her best friend Sara had once squealed, “The cutest thing in saggy jeans ever to be seen in the state of Georgia.”
With Sara by her side, Tiffany had gone out and bought a new dress just for the occasion. And that was when everything had begun to go wrong.
“You have to take this one, Tiff. It looks amaaaaazing on you. It makes your skin look like gold, I swear to God,” Sara had said, waving a gauzy white dress with spaghetti straps by its hanger.
“But it’s white, Sara. You know how klutzy I get when I’m nervous. I’ll spill something on it,” Tiffany worried. “What about this purple one? It’s nice and dark.”
“Purple shmurple,” was Sara’s blunt reply. “It makes you look like a skinny eggplant. This one makes you look like a virgin, but shows ju
st enough skin to make him wonder.”
“But Sara,” Tiffany had whispered, blushing bright red, “I am a virgin. I don’t want to look like one too.”
“Pff,” said Sara, who, having already made out with four members of their school’s football team, was recognized as the far more experienced of the two. “Boys like to think that they’re corrupting something innocent. Let them have their fantasy. Besides, like I said, it makes your skin look incredible. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, honey.”
Tiffany did not want to flaunt it, but there seemed no other alternative. She bought the white dress.
At first, it seemed like Sara was right. When Tom first caught sight of her in the school parking lot he’d stood with his mouth hanging open. The dress wasn’t particularly provocative, but it let you see just enough to kick-start your imagination– especially if you were a teenage boy whose imagination was already working overtime.
Once he’d gotten over himself and closed his mouth, Tom had draped one long arm around her shoulders, bringing her tight to his side.
“You look so hot,” he’d whispered in her ear with all the usual eloquence of a 16-year-old. His breath had smelled like tic tacs and the cheap beer the boys paid Marty Patterson’s older brother to buy for them. Tiffany had smiled, taking deep breaths to keep herself calm. Entranced, Tom had watched the way her breasts strained against the filmy white fabric of her dress whenever she took a breath, her cleavage stretching the sweetheart neckline in a way that made his breathing go ragged too. Tiffany hadn’t had the nerves to tell him she could see he was watching.
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