“I’m sorry, gorgeous. I have a patient that is due any day now. And she wants to take her children to Disney World. Can you believe her?” His voice cracks in irritation. I find his passionate concern sexy, and I forget that I’m upset. He leans in and robustly kisses me as I match his vigor. Then, right there, in his car, in the parking lot of Waterside Shops, we divulge in naughty public fun.
Thankfully we’re far from a light post and concealed by many palm trees shading David’s car. His blue Fisker Karma is spacious enough for David to recline his driver seat, so I climb over and straddle him. His windows are dark enough to conceal our intimate connection.
“If you keep thrusting like that…I’m not going to last.” His lips overwhelm my breasts with attention while I hike up my skirt and take in all of his growth.
I started the pill shortly after our first encounter. David revealed that he wants children eventually, but for now, he would rather keep things fun. By the end of July, we were having sex without condoms, and our frequency increased. Sex is so much better without anything in-between us.
Once I have him completely inside of me, he releases a deep, throaty moan. I’m grinding him slow and with purpose until he grabs my left hip and tightens his bite on my right nipple. I lose all sense of reason and begin to take control of his throbbing growth. I forget where we are, and accidently back into the car horn.
We chuckle and change positions. He takes charge and leads me to my climax so quickly that my whole body begins to quiver with pleasure. He groans my name as he achieves an orgasm.
While I’m dressing myself, David whispers, “Oh shit! A cop is behind us.” I look up as David looks into his rearview mirror. I check the side mirror, and there is, in fact, a cop exiting his vehicle.
“David, babe, I cannot be arrested,” I squeak as my mouth dries. An arrest and the revelation of our relationship would be scandalous.
“Try to be calm. Rummage through your purse. Whatever helps you avoid looking obvious,” he orders with haste as he dresses himself then sprays air freshener. As soon as the officer is at the window, David greets him.
“Hi, Officer Samson. How are your wife and daughter?” I peer over David’s shoulder and relax as he speaks to Officer Samson with ease.
“Hey there, Dr. Jensen. The girls are great. I didn’t recognize your Fisker Karma. The moment I noticed so much movement, I thought maybe someone was stealing the vehicle,” Officer Samson announces with ease as he directs his attention to me. I offer a wary smile, which makes him grin at me.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Samson, it’s just me and my girlfriend, Scarlet, having a private moment.” I’m pretty sure David winks at Officer Samson, because I notice him give David an approving head tilt and smirk. They converse for quite some time then finally bid each other farewell.
The development of David’s birthing facility is ahead of schedule, and is expected to open October 1st. For the most part, David and I have avoided conflict; until our perfect relationship became questionable on Thursday September 13th.
David rescheduled our movie date at his place to have dinner with what he told me was an old friend. He invited me to come along, but as the trusting person I am, I told him I’d join Vera for a much-needed girls’ night at Chops. I encourage him to call me once he’s done, so that I can come over for our nightly bedroom romp.
Vera’s the only person who knows about my relationship with David. She’s secretive and mature about not letting anyone else know. It’s comforting that I have her to confide in.
As I’m walking into my room, David calls. It’s obvious he has had too many drinks. At first I’m pleased that he remembered to call, until I notice his indecisive tone.
“Did your dinner date go well?” I inquire to break his awkward rumbling.
“Baaabe, it waaasn’t a daate… just aah reunion with Kaate,” he slurs.
Kate? Who the fudge is Kate? I’m aware that David regularly interacts with many females, and that he’s admired by most, but he never encouraged any of the unwanted attention. As far as I know, he’s mine, all mine. And not Kate’s.
“Kate? Hmm…When you said an old friend, I assumed your old friend was a guy...” At this point, I didn’t give a shit about starting a fight. He’d lied to me about plans with a “friend”. His treachery discourages the continuance of our relationship. I acknowledge that it’s weak of me to want to bail, but he lied to me.
“So, who the hell is Kate, David?” I demand, with no desire to hide my irritation.
“Caalm down, baaabe. I’ll tell you…Kaate was my girlfriend…Aaand theeen…Fiancée. During medicaal school.” He sighs then continues, “She waants to move from Vermont to Florida. And wanted to know if I needed her.”
Fiancée? So he almost married someone named Kate? I inhale and exhale deeply, but fail to calm myself. Why hadn’t he shared this part of his life with me? I mentioned Tim several times. David deceived me…Could I trust him after this?
“Hmm…Don’t you think an engagement would have been something worth telling your girlfriend? Because I sure do see it as paramount information. I’m not sure how to feel about this. I feel lied to, David,” I choke back a whimper.
We’re silent, and unsure of what to say. I wonder if Kate knows about me. I didn’t want to fight with David, or push him into her arms. David’s my first true love—I naively considered a future with him.
“Are you upset with me? Honestly, I never thought Kate was worth mentioning. At one point, I considered mentioning her. But frankly, I left her in my past just like she left me for one of our medical professors.” His slurring has stopped and his confession pains me. We’re silent.
What a whore! Who in their right mind would leave David for an older professor? Unless he…No, David’s everything a girl ever could want. Attractive, kind, selfless, and too much of a treasure to be tossed away like trash. He’s mine now, and I’ll keep him. Kate better keep her distance.
“Scarlet, please say something. Anything.” He pleads then grows silent. I collect my composure then respond, “I seriously have no intention of becoming the bitching, jealous girlfriend, but I don’t appreciate you lying to me. If I had known about Kate and that she was your dinner date…I would have joined you.” I exhale deeply; my shoulders relax as I blink my tears away.
“I agree…I’m at fault for deceiving you. I’ll try to avoid any further deceptions. I mentioned to Kate that I’ve moved on, and how you and I met while planning the development of my birthing facility.” His efforts are sweet, but a lie still stings. I assess if this is the truth or if he took her to bed. The only way I’d find out is if I met Kate. Surely, if she has the audacity to waltz back into David’s life, she’d woman up and meet with me.
“Can I see you tomorrow for lunch? I feel awful about deceiving you. I’m not sure what I was thinking not mentioning Kate or my dinner with her. When I received Kate’s email, I thought about ignoring her. But then I recalled the day I found her in my car. My. Fucking. Car. With that piece of shit professor. He knew we were together…A part of me wanted to meet with her and verbally assault her. Maybe even punish her. She’s lucky I caught her after our exams, because I was able to ensure I wouldn’t have any further courses with that professor or Kate.” He releases a sigh. I don’t recognize this side of him. I find myself aroused by his fury and joined in his dislike of Kate.
Predictably, David convinces me to drive over and we spent the night having make-up sex, many times, all over his home. At some point, I taste blood, and I guess I bit his shoulder a tad too deep. He didn’t notice until the next morning when he mentioned his love bite.
Tuesday September 18th.
I’m restless at work, waiting for David’s update on Elane’s delivery. I met her while David and I were downtown having dinner. Elane and her husband, Dale, were leaving the restaurant as David and I were waiting for our table. She gleefully introduced Dale to David. I found out Dale’s boss wouldn’t allow Dale to extend his lunch brea
ks so that he could attend Elane’s OB appointments. I thought Dale’s boss was an ass.
Today, David called early to tell me Elane was in premature labor. Now, I’m worried about her and her twin boys. He mentioned that twin pregnancies are unlikely to achieve the expected forty-week term. Additionally, Elane’s high blood pressure is putting everyone at risk. I prayed that all would go well. As I’m leaving work at five, David calls for me to meet him at his house—he tells me to let myself in. I’m thrilled to spend our three-month anniversary together.
As I walk briskly toward David’s front door, I halt and walk with caution toward a medium-built, pale person. As I close the distance between the unknown person and myself, I notice that the person is a girl. Her face is swollen as tears stream down her face. When she notices me she glares into my eyes.
“Are you all right?” I inquire as I see that the girl is actually a woman. She gives me a smug, tight-lipped, evil expression that sends chills down my spine. I step back and consider leaving. But, then again, no strange weirdo would ruin my evening with David.
“He used to be mine, you bitch. I was his reason for smiling. He followed me to grad school. He almost left for Duke, but instead he stayed with me.” Her shoulders are on alert and her fists are tight balls. She snarls as she grows closer to me.
“Kate?” I stiffen up and stand tall. For a moment, I recoil away from this insane female outside David’s house. I lift my hand to open David’s door; Kate yanks my hand off of his doorknob.
David appears and shouts, “What the FUCK are you doing to Scarlet? Kate, you psycho bitch! I told you to leave. Leave now! Before I call the police.” Kate and I jump back. David’s stare intensifies toward Kate, but she grips my hand tighter. She glares at me with pure hate and disgust.
“Why? Why? I don’t understand why you would want her over me, David? I’m a doctor. We have so much in common just by that. Look at her. She’s a mere engineer.” Kate digs her nails into my arm as she jabs her opposite index finger toward David’s face. Kate stands taller than before; she’s closer to David’s 6’3” height than my mere 5’7”.
David squints in a glare as he steps toward Kate. I attempt to pull my arm from her grip. Jerking back with my free hand, I backhand her across her face.
She sways back in shock as she touches her face.
“Holy shit!” David breaks the silence. That bitch better keep her hands off of me. She attempts to retaliate, but I move out of her way. “I suggest you leave before I call the police.” David glares as he produces his cell phone.
Kate darts to her car, then becomes a blue blur. I’m speechless and repress my tears. She wouldn’t win. I refuse to cry on our three-month anniversary. David draws me in close.
“Scarlet, are you all right? You look a tad pale,” he questions as he lifts me then carries me inside. I nearly miss the red rose petals in the entrance of his home.
“Aww, were those for me?” I forget about psycho Kate and lose myself in David’s embrace.
“There’s more for you to see,” he says as we stare deeply into one another’s eyes. He adjusts his grip on my legs and maneuvers his right hand to cradle my ass. As he caresses me, I whisper, “I want to try something new.”
He rushes me to his room, and practically throws me on top of his bed. I manage to land with grace, far from the dangerous, pointy nightstand. In a flash, he’s on top, kissing me with desperation as we undress each other. Somehow I escape his sexual restraint and manage to maneuver myself on top of him. I reach back and grab all of his manhood before giving him my most seductive stare.
He responds with a playful, “I’m all yours, Scarlet.” I let go, then kiss him softly. I circle my tongue around his lips, then glide my tongue down his face, to his throat, then chest. I take my time as I lick my way down to his growth. After some readjusting, I’m facing his endowment, and he’s facing my moistness. He utilizes his strength and size to his advantage.
I hear him say, “I know you’ll like this more.” Instantly, I feel his warm tongue on my tender spot. My body responds as I lose it and release a soft moan. I’m jolted toward his waiting, throbbing, manhood. I lick my lips and encircle my tongue around his hard on. He releases a moan and quickens his lingual pleasure. I take all of him into my mouth and do my best to please him.
I concentrate on giving him what I hope to be decent fellatio, but an orgasm sneaks up on me, causing me to surrender to my body’s response. He flings me on the bed and inserts his throbbing growth into my moist tenderness and rhythmically pleases me. I relish as he makes me his. Another orgasm builds up within me, then David instructs, “Do it, baby; release your pleasure all around me.” I lose it, and an orgasm breaks free.
He’s thick and throbbing inside of me. I recognize his familiar rhythm and enjoy David’s pace as he moans and achieves his climax. We’re naked and entwined as if we’re one. I question my ability to give fellatio.
“Was I that bad?” I whisper as I press my face against his chest.
“No, babe. I just… I wanted to fuck you.” He gives me a seductive grin.
“Honestly, you feel incredible around me and I wanted this more,” he divulges as he sensually rubs my wet entrance. I feel myself blush as a familiar heat overtakes me.
Later that night, I try to sneak into my house, but I’m alarmed by Violet and Milton in a much too naked moment. I scream in shock and take off running toward my room.
I hear Milton yell, “NO! Don’t move. I’m coming.”
Violet yells, “OH. MY. GOD! MILTON, FUCKING STOP ALREADY!”
I shut myself in my bathroom and try to forget everything I just witnessed. It was an awkward conversation to have with Violet, but, hey, we’re all adults and we had a good laugh from the incident.
Violet was on her knees so, luckily, I didn’t see much. We agreed that the foyer was off-limits. I’m not sure how they didn’t hear me coming…Ha!
The rest of the week flew by without anything too interesting occurring. A week passed before I saw Milton again. Thankfully, he was fully dressed and not yelling about coming.
David’s birthing center is due to open in less than a week, and BDR’s ecstatic to complete such a high profile account. During the development of his center, we sold several properties and scheduled various developmental projects, but nothing as notable as David’s birthing center.
Naples, for the most part, consists of wealthy families. However, like most areas, there are also low-income families struggling in poverty. I admire David’s noble heart. His effort to provide medical equality to Naples’ low-income community nurtures my profound adoration for him. I could almost call it love.
As usual, Violet and I enjoy our weekends with our significant others. After much consideration, David and I concurred that we’d make our relationship public at the celebration of his birthing facility.
Monday, October 1st, 2012 starts off like any Monday. Violet and I endure our morning run and we’re punctually in the office at ten.
I walk into BDR, but halt as I gaze in amazement at the countless camellias adorning the office.
“Good morning, Vera. What charming man sent all the flowers?” I inquire with a grin.
She motions that I come closer then whispers, “Your Prince Charming, of course. There’s a surprise waiting in your office.”
I open my office door to more than a dozen Casa Blanca lilies sitting on the left side of my desk. My heart skips a beat as I read the card.
“Isn’t David just the sweetest client?” Violet announces as she walks into my office. I’m disappointed that I have to suppress my excitement over David’s sweet sentiment.
“Oh, I didn’t know he sent all those flowers. How kind of him,” I say nonchalantly as I turn to give Violet a shrug.
“Flora and I were given carnations. He must have taken a liking to you.” She gives me an inquisitive glare.
“He must have…” I murmur in an attempt to conceal my excitement over the flowers. Guilt rears its
head as I lie—once again—to my family.
“What do you plan to wear tonight? I’ve been occupied with the planning of Milton’s bar & grill. He’s a fickle client, unsure if he wants to revamp a mature location or start fresh,” she discloses as she rubs her temples, wrinkles forming across her forehead.
“Geez, you guys are still at that phase?” I question. She nods her head then rolls her eyes.
“Yes. Wouldn’t it be nice if all our projects were as smooth as Lilly Willford’s kitchen remodel?” Violet smirks then laughs.
Honestly, Lilly Willford’s kitchen remodel was a pain in the buns. Informing Lilly that Flora would continue as lead architect while I supervised had Lilly livid. However, when I mentioned how Flora had to convince me to help due to priority projects, Lilly calmed her high-school-mean-girl attitude. Flora complained a lot about Lilly’s backseat suggestions. After a month of changing from one contractor to the next, we were finally able to complete her project in late August.
“So, what do you plan to wear? Formal or casual?” Violet questions, hands on her hips as she impatiently taps her foot on the carpet.
“What’s going on? Why are you being…” I probe as I wave my hand in the air, pointing out her curtness.
“I know. I know. Super-bitch status over here,” she agrees as she points her thumbs at herself. “It’s just that Milton’s project is impacting our sex life. All he wants to do is talk business and I just want to…” she discloses as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“Stop. No need to go into detail. Milton is a focused entrepreneur, and maybe you should please his business inclinations so you can move past the opening of Naples’ Fire and Ice,” I offer with a soft smile.
“Since my divorce…you know I’ve devoted myself to work and family and have completely neglected my love life. Before Milton, it had been months since I… you know!” Violet straightens up as a smirk spreads across her face.
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