Pretty Packages

by Dodson, Mi'Chelle

  Kentucky looked ready for more loving . . . now!

  “I can see that.” Giada reached down and squeezed him through his cargo shorts.

  Kentucky moaned. “I like that, too, baby.”

  “Let’s go inside, and I’ll show you how aggressive I can really be.”

  “Show me right here.”

  “Right here?” Giada looked around the large manicured backyard, trying to determine if his wooden fence was high enough for privacy’s sake. It was, but barely. Unless one of his neighbors was looking through a telescope from an attic, they should have more than enough privacy.

  “Yes, right here. Right now.” Kentucky unfastened his shorts. “If we’re gonna be together, there’s one thing you need to know about me. I will have sex anywhere.”

  “Anywhere except your mother’s house.”

  Kentucky chuckled. “You got me on that one. I also won’t have sex on church property, but other than those two places, every place else is up for grabs.”

  Giada squealed with excitement. “Now that I know all that, I think I’m going to have to start wearing more skirts and dresses around you.” She rose slightly to readjust her sundress and her position on the sturdy wood-framed chair.

  “That would be a wise choice,” Kentucky replied.

  For convenience’s sake, neither of them had bothered with underwear after their shower. Since Giada had gotten a fresh checkup in his absence, there was also no further need for added protection. Things were about to get very steamy outside.

  * * * *

  Kentucky led the way in moaning with pleasure as Giada slid down the granite length of him. Then, with her sundress hiding their actual intimacy from public view in case someone did decide to be a Peeping Tom, he captured her lips in a kiss and began to lead her on a slow climb toward ecstasy.

  Kentucky felt that telltale clenching. He swallowed Giada’s initial scream in his mouth. Breaking the kiss soon thereafter, he lifted his head and just watched her finish going over the edge.

  Giada was at her most beautiful at times like these. Kentucky loved seeing her mocha cheeks flushed with the rosy heat of passion, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and her hair tousled from his probing fingers. It made him quickly go over the edge, too.

  And suddenly Giada’s eyes were no longer closed. Suddenly they were wide open and staring at him with potent love shimmering in them. “Oh, Kenny, I love you,” she whispered as he squeezed her closer and poured his hot soup into her bowl.

  “I love you, too, baby,” Kentucky whispered, committing this moment to memory. It was not one that he ever wanted to forget.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The rest of that weekend was even more glorious for Kentucky and Giada. They made love every chance they got, learning even more things about each other’s bodies. They also took the time to learn more about each other outside the bedroom.

  Kentucky learned that Giada actually loved kids. It pleased him that she planned on having a large family someday since that was what he wanted also. Though he had no idea until this weekend that she even wanted children, he wasn’t really surprised about her maternal instincts. All one had to do was look at how she treated Mercedes to tell that.

  Giada also revealed what her old bra size used to be before the implants. That conversation came up while they were on their way to his stepmother’s house for Sunday dinner.

  “C-cups are nothing to sneeze at, Giada,” Kentucky said, briefly taking his eyes off the road to glance at her bosom. “The fact that you were already that big in high school meant that you probably would have advanced to a D-cup naturally had you waited a few years.”

  Giada nodded. “I know that now,” she said, squeezing her large bosom. “And I vaguely remember the doctor trying to tell me that before the surgery, but I was too impatient. I wanted a certain look right then. I also wanted all the perks that came along with having large breasts.”

  “Perks such as getting the attention of more rich men?” Kentucky said, forcing his eyes back on the road.

  “That and getting certain jobs, too. In fact, I think these girls helped me land my latest job.” She squeezed her bosom again.

  “Keep doing that and I’m gonna have to pull over,” Kentucky warned, having seen her movement out of the corner of his eyes. Though he was a bottom and leg man, he liked a nice pair of breasts, too. And Giada had a very nice pair.

  Giada laughed and dropped her hands to her sides. “Yet for all the perks of having large breasts, there are some drawbacks, too. One of which is the fact that men tend to equate big boobs with no brains.”

  “I’ve been guilty of doing that from time to time myself,” Kentucky admitted. “But after that first conversation we had in this very same car, I quickly realized that you were more than you appeared to be on the outside. Much more.”

  Giada smiled at him. “You got that right.” She stretched in her seat. When she arched her back, she winced in pain.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Kentucky asked.

  “Nothing other than the second downside to having big boobs.” She arched her back and winced again. “Since I was only eighteen when I had my surgery and thus still filling out, my breasts have gotten fuller each year. Now on occasion my back hurts something fierce. That’s the main reason I like to have weekly massages.”

  “I’ll be glad to save you some money by taking over that duty,” Kentucky offered, giving her a heated look.

  Giada moaned and squirmed in her seat. “When? Tonight?” she asked with hopeful eyes.

  Kentucky smiled at her eagerness to sleep over at his place again. “Tomorrow,” he replied as he returned his eyes to the road. “I have a lot of work to catch up on with the school. I’m probably gonna be up all night trying to meet a few deadlines I have by noon Monday. Plus, I know you’re missing Mercedes terribly by now.”

  Giada pouted in disappointment, acting even younger than her now twenty-four years since her last birthday at the beginning of the year.

  Kentucky chuckled at her childish behavior. “Cheer up, baby. It’s not like I’m gonna leave right after dinner. Matter of fact, I probably won’t leave your side until at least 11 o’clock,” he said, bringing an instant smile to her face.

  With that cleared up, Kentucky proceeded to tell her a few little-known things about himself. Some of those things she hadn’t picked up from hanging around his stepmother or from outright observing him. One of those things was the fact that he actually did a bit of exotic dancing in college.

  “What!” Giada’s eyes were huge. Her bottom lip hung low, nearly to her chin.

  “You heard right,” Kentucky replied, trying to help her process her shock.

  “Although a lot of things are starting to make sense right now, particularly the fact that you can move your body in the bedroom better than any man I’ve ever known, I still can’t believe you were actually a stripper.” She turned around in the passenger seat to face him . . . or rather stare at him from head to toe.

  “I prefer the term exotic dancer.” Kentucky chuckled. “But yeah, I was a stripper for a short while.”

  “Why?”

  “During my junior year of college, things got pretty rough again for Mama and me. I had declared a double major and so my educational expenses were higher due to all the extra textbooks I needed, the family car suddenly went out, and one of Florida’s infamous hurricanes tore the roof off the house. There just wasn’t enough money with her job and my part-time job to address everything, so I started dancing at bachelorette and sorority parties.”

  “Stripping just popped into your mind as a viable option just like that?” Giada snapped her fingers, still not quite over her shock yet.

  Kentucky laughed harder. “Actually, no. That idea was courtesy of my Latina girlfriend at the time, who was a stripper by night herself. She knew of my financial woes and suggested that I put my other assets to work in order to get the money I needed. The fact that I work-studied as a lifeguard for the campus pool and had
competed locally in various weightlifting contests made it easy for me to get up before women and show off my body. I did need a bit of coaching for the dancing part, though.”

  “I assume Miss Thing helped you get your groove on,” Giada said, folding her arms across her chest as jealousy shrouded her features. “Much like Pinky did when you danced with her.”

  “Correct.” Kentucky smiled at her jealousy. Now at a red light, he leaned over and licked the outer perimeter of her left earlobe. “Stop being jealous, baby. You’re my Miss Thing now,” he teased.

  Giada grinned. “I better be your only Miss Thing.” She unfolded her arms and relaxed again.

  “Most definitely.” Kentucky chuckled and returned his attention to the road now that the light was green again. “Anyway, Mama put an end to all that when she got suspicious of my sudden surge in income and decided to investigate. Though she was relieved that I wasn’t slinging drugs like my cousin Millsap or pimping women like my uncle Ulysses, she expressed her extreme disappointment about me using my body in that way. Even preached to me about how a good name was better than great riches. How it was okay to have money just as long as I kept my integrity, too.”

  “Wow. Now that is deep,” Giada said, looking as if she was really taking those words to heart. “No one ever said anything like that to me before. Not my mother, not even my grandmother. As long as I helped with the bills, they didn’t care where I got the money from.”

  “That’s sad.” Kentucky frowned. Sympathy for her filled his heart.

  “Yes, it is, but don’t let that stop you from continuing with your story,” Giada prompted, giving him a courageous smile, despite her glossy eyes.

  Kentucky smiled, pleased to find her so brave. “Well, since I absolutely hate disappointing Mama, I retired from stripping, joined the reserves, and made use of the G.I. Bill for my educational expenses. I also took on work as a bouncer at a few clubs around town. By the time I completed my MBA, people were requesting me for personal bodyguard services, too. I stuck with it because it was exciting, allowed me to meet important people, travel all over the world, and it paid better than the finance jobs I’d been offered,” he said, deliberately leaving out another perk of his job—access to beautiful women. There was no need to bring that up.

  “Which meant you could realize your dream of opening a boarding school a lot faster,” Giada said.

  “Exactly.” Kentucky smiled over at her. “By the way, I plan on taking you to see the school next weekend if you’re free.”

  Giada’s eyes twinkled with adoration. “I’m always free for you, baby.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  After eating a hearty dinner, Kentucky and Giada adjourned to the family den to watch a bit of television. His stepmother was in the kitchen preparing to-go plates for them and a few extra plates for select neighbors who were experiencing illness at this time.

  Kentucky sat in the oversized black recliner that had belonged to his father. Giada scooped Mercedes up from the floor and proceeded over to the black-and-blue sofa to brush and pat her pet.

  “Come sit with me, baby,” Kentucky said, patting his thighs.

  Giada looked nervously at the doorway that led to the kitchen. “I thought we couldn’t be affectionate in your mother’s house,” she whispered as she turned to face him again.

  Kentucky chuckled. “I said I don’t have sex under Mama’s roof. I didn’t say I wasn’t affectionate.”

  He patted his thighs again. “Now come here, woman. I’m lonely for you.”

  Giada bent to put Mercedes back on the floor before going over to him.

  “Uh-uh. Bring Mercedes, too,” Kentucky added.

  Giada’s eyes widened and glistened with emotion. “You mean, I can bring her with me?”

  “Sure. There’s enough room in this chair for all of us.” Noticing her glossy eyes, Kentucky asked with concern, “Why do you suddenly look like you’re about to cry?”

  “Because every other man I’ve had didn’t want anything to do with my dog.” Giada scooped Mercedes up again. “Fabian didn’t even like for her to be in the same room with us,” she continued, walking the short distance to the recliner.

  “Why? Because Chihuahuas are territorial to their owners, even to the point of jealousy?” Kentucky spread his large legs wider, giving her adequate space to sit in his lap.

  “Truthfully, I think it was the other way around in Fabian’s case. I think he was more jealous of Mercedes than she was of him. He would scold her for following me foot to foot and hated whenever she showed me any affection.” Giada sat down in Kentucky’s lap and then settled Mercedes upon hers.

  Kentucky nodded in understanding. “The way I see it, just like there’s enough room in this chair for all of us, there’s enough room in my heart for you and Mercedes. Besides, she has never given me any problems.”

  Giada turned and smiled at Kentucky. “That’s because she probably fell in love with you like her mother did.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss of gratitude. “That’s for being so understanding.”

  Kentucky grinned. “Mercedes, what do you think Daddy will get for doing a thousand push-ups a day? Especially since Mommy is in the mood to give out rewards for things he’s gonna do anyway,” he said, tenderly stroking the white patch of hair at the top of the dog’s head.

  Giada chuckled. “Tell Daddy I’ll show him tomorrow,” she replied, playing along with the fun Mommy/Daddy/Baby game.

  Kentucky’s loins stirred. “You might have to show Daddy tonight,” he whispered in her right ear before licking her earlobe and grinding his hips briefly beneath her.

  * * * *

  Giada gasped as desire surged through her body from Kentucky’s heated words and actions. Was he serious about them making love tonight? Had he suddenly changed his mind about her sleeping over? Or was he going to break his own rule and make love to her under his stepmother’s roof?

  Giada couldn’t wait to find out.

  As if she’d been conjured up, Hannah walked into the den a few minutes later. She was carrying two bags of food containers, one in each hand. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” she cooed, smiling with approval at the couple and pet in the chair.

  Giada and Kentucky turned to smile at her in return. The sleepy canine in Giada’s lap just lifted her head and stretched lazily before settling again.

  “Do you need any help with those, Mama?” Kentucky asked, noting the bags of containers in her hands.

  “No, I’m fine. Just stay where you are. I know you only have a few more hours together before you have to leave.” Hannah looked at the oval-shaped wooden clock on the den wall. “I should be back within the hour.” She chuckled and added, “That’s if Mrs. Connors doesn’t have another long story she just has to tell me.”

  Giada and Kentucky laughed and waved good-bye to Hannah on her way out. When the front door closed a few seconds later, Kentucky said, “Go lay Mercedes down in her bed and then meet me at the back shed.”

  A question was in Giada’s heart, but she didn’t voice it. She trusted Kentucky completely and so found it easy to be pliant to his will. Plus, with the impassioned look in his eyes, she knew that whatever awaited her in the back shed was going to be pleasurable for them both.

  * * * *

  When Giada arrived at the shed, she saw the door open, the overhead light on, and Kentucky moving a few things around inside. From left to right, she noticed how neat everything was.

  Garden tools hung on the west wall from smallest to largest. Two lawn mowers rested beneath them with a red gas can beside them. Handheld power tools were on a long worktable on the east wall of the shed. A wheelbarrow filled with bags of potting soil, fertilizer, and lime sat in a corner.

  On the center wall of the shed was a long, sturdy bench. That’s where Kentucky was. He was moving the various flowerpots from the bench and aligning them on the floor up against the wall.

  “Need I ask what that bench is going to be used for?” Giada said, entering the larg
e shed more fully. A huge grin was upon her face.

  Kentucky turned to smile at her. “Well, since I don’t have sex under Mama’s roof, I found a place that I could have sex—the shed I built with my own two hands.”

  “Ahh, the infamous loophole.” Giada chuckled. “I found plenty of them for the old law firm I worked for. Found a few for the new firm I’m working for now in the short time I’ve been there.”

  “And they think they just hired another pretty face. Woman, you are brilliant and deserve to go all the way to the top,” Kentucky said, smiling at her with pride.

  Knowing that he was proud of her made Giada feel warm and tingly all over. It also inflamed her in a very sensual way. “I want you, Kenny,” she practically moaned out.

  * * * *

  At Giada’s moan, Kentucky suddenly grew very serious as the flames of her passion leaped upon him. “Close the door behind you and come get me, baby.” While she complied with his request, he opened the fixed high-level side windows for ventilation purposes. Then he washed his hands in the sink and dried them with paper towels.

  “Take your shirt off, Kenny. You know how much I like to touch your chest while we make love,” Giada said, lingering near the door to remove her lacy underwear. Neither of them could get completely nude in case his stepmother returned earlier and came looking for them.

  Kentucky nodded, showing his willingness to comply with her wishes as well. Soon he was shirtless and on the bench with his pants open and pushed partly down his hips.

  Giada promptly straddled him, pushing her skirt up in the process. They were going to have to make every second count while his stepmother was away.

  Kentucky promptly slid his tongue between Giada’s lips at the same time she started sliding down the length of him. They both moaned with pleasure.

  When they were joined to the hilt, they began a slow climb to ecstasy. They kissed long and deep.

  Their hips moved in perfect unison. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, lingering at their favorite points of interest. Giada couldn’t stop touching his chest. Kentucky couldn’t stop squeezing her bottom. He needed her as close as possible.