Fiona Love

by Sherrod Story

  “Momma missed you! Whatchu been doin’? Big Momma got you hair lookin’ so pretty. Did she pick out you dress? You look so smart in you little jumper, Momma’s angel.”

  Fiona played contentedly with Flora for the next hour. Then she brought the baby out to Netty and Sugar who played with her for another hour and fed her a small snack. When she grew sleepy Fiona settled her in the bed for a nap. She surrounded the baby with pillows in case she should roll, though Flora was a tidy sleeper.

  When she was certain the baby was safely asleep, she lit a pinner and sat in front of a tiny fan in front of the window. She turned music on low, then a little higher when the baby didn’t stir. After a while she forgot about the window and started dancing as she cleaned. She got so into it she didn’t notice Flora was awake and watching her.

  Intrigued by her mother’s behavior the baby crawled toward the edge of the bed. She reached out and began to slide. Fiona saw Flora’s reflection falling in the mirror and turned, somehow managing to scoop the baby up just before she hit the ground, but too late to avoid bumping her back on the bed’s wooden frame.

  “You okay Momma’s rat?” Fiona gasped, rubbing furiously at her daughter’s back and causing Flora to whimper in alarm rather than pain.

  Fiona’s heart was beating so fast she felt nauseous. She kissed Flora’s satiny cheek repeatedly, squeezing her daughter and cradling her head fearfully. Not surprisingly the baby began to cry.

  Netty poked her head in to say, “Daney just called. He said he’s bringing you a reduced calorie masterpiece from – what’s wrong?” she asked when Fiona advanced on her.

  “Can you take the baby home, Netty? It’s almost time.” Obviously it wasn’t. It was only a little after eight o’clock on Friday, not Sunday evening, the baby’s scheduled departure time. “I don’t want my mom to stay up late waiting on us. You know how she is about my little flower’s routine.” It was total bull shit. She couldn’t even look at Flora as she handed her to Netty and shut the door.

  “Just a cat nap, pretty girl?” Sugar asked taking the baby when Netty walked by.

  “Could you call Cleo? I gotta go pack up her stuff real quick. Tell her I’ve gone to take the baby home.”

  Sugar looked confused, but she nodded as she cuddled Flora against her pillowy bosom.

  When Cleo arrived from her bar dinner with Andrea at the Tavern on Rush, Fiona was sitting in the dark, smoke curling around her head. Transplants was playing on the TV.

  “You know what?” she husked. “I’m gonna do the show. It’s really good. Maybe that one cat, the fine ass actor who executive produced will come through so we can fuck with him.”

  “Where’s Flora? I thought she was staying for the weekend.”

  Fiona’s face crumpled. “Don’t look at me,” she whispered, voice cracking as the first tears fell. “I almost dropped her. My baby almost fell off the bed, and I was right there in front of her.” Tears flowed like water as Cleo held her. “I’m such a bad mother. It doesn’t seem fair. It’s like I’m three bad mothers in one I’m so bad.”

  Cleo stroked her cousin’s soft, fluffy hair gently. “You’re not a bad mother. You’re just not a constant mother, and you smoke. Weed and parenting don’t mix, as a rule.”

  “If I was a good mother I’d quit smoking.”

  “Maybe. And if you were a bad mother you wouldn’t want to see Flora at all. How did the movie meeting go?”

  Fiona had gone there early, right after she left Tino, and left before any of the others got there.

  Fiona shrugged. “Fine. I talked a little shit with the director, let him gush and ask me a dozen dumb questions, then I left.”

  “Baby, why are your girl’s tryna keep me out? Why is it so dark in here?” Dane asked, switching on the light.

  “Shit,” Cleo muttered as Fiona yanked away and buried her head under a pillow.

  “Get him out of here!”

  “Daney,” Cleo began, walking toward him.

  He shook her off, advanced on the bed and yanked the pillow from Fiona’s head. He held her arms away from her face.

  “Don’t look at me,” she whispered, turning her face away.

  “Why? Because you’ve been crying? I don’t mind, goofy. Just tell me what’s wrong. Stop acting like Scarlett from Gone with the Wind, and let me help you.”

  Fiona peeped at him, and when she saw his gentle smile she melted into his arms with a truly pitiful sigh.

  Cleo just rolled her eyes, and as the door closed behind her said to Netty, “Well, that’s over.”

  “You’re silly,” Dane whispered, after she’d rasped out her story. “You’re having a fit, and the doctor just told you this morning to relax and not to talk.”

  Fiona grinned and pulled nervously at her hair.

  “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said softly, tracing the curves of her face with the back of his hand. “Wondering what I could do to you and still have you remain silent. I never would have guessed you’d be here crying like a mope from an almost accident. Flora’s perfectly all right, and you’re acting like she had a finger chopped off. My uncle Darcy says that’s what having a baby is like. It’s all one big game of, ‘Okay. It’s your turn to try not to kill the kid.’”

  Like most sensualists Fiona knew instinctively when her mate wanted to dominate. So she pouted and flirted with him beneath her lashes.

  “I thought about you on and off all day today,” he repeated, leaning to nip at that poked out bottom lip. “You haven’t even kissed me hello.”

  Why is it most men never think to play these kinds of games? Fiona wondered, pressing herself against his broad chest. She knew he was trying to distract her, and she was more than willing to let him, so she kissed his plump pink mouth in thanks. She forgot being grateful as she licked her slow, catlike way between his lips and sucked until he thrust his tongue into her mouth and moaned.

  Daney rolled her under his body, pushing her up by the arms until their dangling legs were on the bed. He nuzzled the cleavage spilling out of a sexy black bra. Web thin and lacey, it did absolutely nothing to conceal her succulent brown flesh. His mouth actually watered.

  “Take that off,” he ordered. “If I touch it, it’s done.”

  Fiona tried to hide it but a smile stretched slowly across her face as she wiggled out of her underwear.

  “Hurry,” he whispered, licking his lips as he watched her flesh tremble as she moved.

  “Yes,” she whispered back. “Yes.”

  She doubted he was aware of the way he was looking her, the way his hands clenched and unclenched, but it excited her so much she was shaking.

  Calm down, she told herself, tossing her panties over the side of the bed.

  “Get inside me, please.”

  “What?” he whispered, hungrily kissing his way around her neck and ears.

  It wasn’t enough. “Please, pretty. You can tell me what to do as long as I stay in this bed, and I’ll do it, but come here first.” She leaned back and rubbed herself between the legs, watching him with sultry, half-closed eyes. She was so wet her clever fingers slipped, rhythm interrupted and just as quickly picked up.

  His scowling mouth suggested he wanted to resist, but the way his dick jumped at her words gave him away even before he moved to put on a condom.

  “You’ve got 10 seconds to get on before I take over.”

  Fiona yanked his clothes out of the way, clambered on and managed to lower and raise herself like nerve-filled lightning twice before he flipped her onto her back and sank in.

  She expected to have to hold on but he tricked her. He worked her slowly, made her tease and cajole, begging for his touch in breathy whispers.

  “Make it tight around me, Feef.” He’d heard Cleo say the nickname his first morning over and now liked to use it when he was inside her. He groaned when she complied. “That feels so good.”

  Yes, it does.

  She licked the side of his neck. He thrust slowly, groaning like she was
killing him. He couldn’t help surging forward a few times, but then he slowed it way down like he was stretching.

  Fiona was half gone, back arched, hips rolling. Her hands moved over his flesh, grabbing and squeezing him closer to her soft damp heat. Her body knew what was waiting for it, and selfishly enjoyed every snug stroke and wet glide on the way there.

  It was crazy how she reacted to Daney. He had only to get near her and her insides shifted. Her body literally prepared itself to be fucked. Her heart rate accelerated, body grew moist, all over, not just where it counted. Every pore opened up and called out to him. When they got close enough to touch her eyelids got heavy. She couldn’t keep her legs or lips together. Her mouth watered to taste his, to suck and bite anywhere he’d allow.

  “Daney,” she said, but it sounded like, how could you do this to me when I love you so?

  In reality Fiona was thinking, come on, baby, just a few more hard strokes, fuck it, these slow little undulations would work, and it’ll be over for –

  “Aaa-ahhh–”

  “Fiona, damn it,” he said, her orgasmic sighs pushing him to convulse and shudder suddenly in her arms as he came. “Shit! You always take over.”

  “Sorry,” she rasped. “Can’t help it.” She sighed gustily and turned automatically to snuggle. “You weren’t so good I wouldn’t be so greedy.” Her skin tingled happily when he curled long, protective arms around her. “Every time I see you,” she lifted her face for his kiss, “I get so hot, I can’t wait. My skin starts to itch like it’s been peppered or something. Below my waist,” she whispered, a properly raised young girl confiding in her high school gym teacher. “Below my underwear.”

  “You’re a naughty little girl, Fiona Love,” he said, a ghost of laughter in his deep voice. “How could you say such a thing? Where did you learn these filthy ideas? I think I need to spank your bottom. In fact, I think it’s mandatory to get some of that devil out of you. Well?”

  She stared at him and blinked innocently. “Sir, I guess you can do anything you want to my bottom.”

  Daney grinned and sat up on the edge of the bed. Fiona pressed her naked body against his back and reached around to hug his middle, but he pulled her hands away.

  “Get up and walk across the room. I wanna see you move for me. Then walk back and lay yourself over my lap.”

  Fiona obeyed. This was a new game. She’d kind of felt like sucking his dick, but she’d play along.

  “Bring me that bottle of water on the desk over there by the phone. And a piece of candy from the dish.”

  Fiona strolled naked to fetch the items, resisting the urge to spread her knees in his face or turn and twitch her ass in front of his nose. She’d never realized how much she liked to play the submissive. She placed the candy in his hands.

  He unwrapped it and put the mint on her tongue. “I’m going to check after your punishment, and it better be there or it will go worse for you. Do you hear me?”

  Fiona nodded.

  “Have some water.”

  She drank deeply, knowing he was watching her chest move while she swallowed. She paused then drank some more before she handed him the water.

  “Put it back on the desk then lie face down over my lap.”

  Fiona felt twice as naked the second time she walked from the table. Her breasts shivered with her excitement, and by the time she knelt to crawl over Dane’s bare lap she was breathing audibly.

  “You’re looking forward to this aren’t you? You’re a bad little girl, Fiona,” and he slapped her really hard three times.

  Fiona was shocked at the speed and heat of the blows. The sound of his hand hitting her ass was thick and solid. It stung madly, but somehow it wasn’t painful. She hadn’t really expected him to go through with it. Ouch! Another pop. Now that she was into it, it did hurt, but it was a weird pain, more good than bad.

  She’d declined to participate in this sort of play with other men, some light hair-pulling as far as she went on that route, but now she was so wet she had to clamp her legs together. This move proved to be a mistake as the pressure made her clit throb harder. Then he pinched the heat, one of her cheeks, and the throbbing spread.

  Daney began to paddle her again, rhythmically, slower and slower, and harder and harder. He built the heat up until she was writhing in his lap, wanting to pull away but somehow squirming into the blows and the pleasure/pain that spread in waves after the sound. She cried out, close to coming, and suddenly Daney lifted her and cradled her close. They clung, their hearts beating wildly together, the warmth from her bottom pulsating with the rhythm. He was the first to move, and then it was only to kiss her deeply, until her bottom began to wriggle restlessly.

  “Wait,” he said when she would have squirmed down onto his dick.

  He yanked open the bedside table, and she felt him being responsible beneath her. She wanted to inhale him in that moment. In the thick of things, when her brain had nearly short-circuited from lust, he cared enough about her body to protect them. Even if he was only protecting himself, she found it incredibly arousing. He’d barely begun to move when she grew tense as a wire and came violently in his lap. She went limp on his chest, and he laid her down and uncurled her limbs.

  He laughed softly as he tucked her under the sheet. “I’m letting you nap for a second, then you’re mine. You ate that candy too.”

  Fiona just grinned and closed her eyes.

  ******

  The next morning, her voice woke him.

  “Make me and Daney breakfast, honey Love.”

  “No. Get off your ass and cook for your own man. Besides, I already cooked for me and Barney at his place.”

  “Come on. Please? It don’t have to be nothin’ fancy. I’m just hungry. You know you been starving me. Breakfast is my meal.” The only time she was allowed to eat whatever she wanted. “Please? I’m your cousin; I can’t believe you’d treat me like this. It’s disgraceable. If your mother knew –”

  “All right! Jesus. You’re makin’ up words now? I’ll fix your fuckin’ breakfast.”

  “And Daney’s too.”

  “All right! Fuckin’ brat.”

  “Love you, honey.”

  The door closed behind Cleo with a bang, and he judged it a good time to ‘wake.’

  “Did someone say something about breakfast?” He asked.

  “Yep, Cleo’s makin’ us a lil’ something.’”

  “Why don’t we go out?” He rose to meet her as she leaned over to kiss his pillow-smushed face.

  “You want to?”

  “Yeah. Let’s go out. Save her the trouble. We’ll come right back here and burn it off, okay?”

  Fiona laughed. “Sounds good to me. But I gotta pick up a few things for Momma’s angel while we out.”

  “Okay. You are going to let me meet her one day aren’t you?” he asked grinning at her as he stretched his long perfectly toned body toward the ceiling.

  Fiona smiled back and swallowed the nerves that leapt to flutter in her belly. He thought she had Flora at her mother’s because of him. She hadn’t told him the baby didn’t live with her. She padded into the kitchen.

  “You don’t have to cook, honey. Daney and I are going out to eat.”

  “She wasn’t cookin’ shit no way,” Netty said, putting the skillet back underneath the cabinet. “She roped me into it. Bring me something back.”

  “Okay. We goin’ to the pancake house out by Lincoln Hwy.”

  “Again? Wear a hat, otherwise people are gonna recognize you,” Sugar said.

  Fiona didn’t reveal that she’d already been recognized. She’d spent a good 20 minutes signing napkin-autographs before she left last time.

  “Hey, I got my south suburban disguise down to an art. It’s Daney who gives up the jig. He’s too good looking. Even in a white tee, jeans and a baseball cap he attracts a lot of attention. Upside, people are usually so busy lookin’ at him they forget to look at me.”

  She held back telling them about th
e walk they’d probably take at the forest preserve. The way he’d hold her hand as she smoked an elicit pinner in the shadow of a deer. They saw a baby last time. It looked right at them then shook its head, tiny white ears flopping back and forth, mother a silent presence in the background. Cleo definitely wouldn’t want to hear about that.

  “You frickin’ love apple crepes, huh?”

  “The corned beef hash is good too.”

  “Wear that long fuzzy black skirt I just put in there with the black Cubs hat and the black shiny flats,” Netty told her. “I’ll go lay it out real quick.”

  Daney came out naked from the shower while she was laying clothes on the bed.

  “Hi,” Netty said, and turned to burrow into the closet.

  “Hi,” he said, staring at her in surprise. He waited for her to excuse herself, but when she continued flipping through shirts, he shrugged, hastily donned his briefs and jeans, and began to towel dry his hair.

  She walked by him several times as she set out shoes, underwear, earrings, bracelets and rings. She began to transfer the contents of Fiona's purse to a bigger one. “No,” she muttered, turning back to the closet. “I think we need, yes, here we go. Gucci!”

  “Want us to bring you something back?” he asked when she finished.

  She winked on her way out the door. “You know it.”

  After crepes Daney and Fiona did walk in the woods, but he didn’t let her smoke. Then they went to the movies and necked so furiously in the back of an empty theater Fiona’s heart pounded hard in her ears. She asked Daney if he could hear it.

  “No, but I can feel it,” he said, playing gently with her breasts.

  His questing hands tickled their way between her legs and played there too. He stared into her eyes and stroked her clit until she was slippery. He watched until her eye lids grew heavy and her lips parted, then he lifted her over the seat divider and into his lap. He sighed when she wriggled her soft bottom onto his erection, and kissed her like he had fur and a tail and her lips were catnip. After he’d stolen her breath, he rubbed her to a hastily muffled orgasm. And she jerked and licked him into a gasping, panting mess.