Born of Greed

by Baroni, J. T.

  “Excellent, sir. Enjoy your meals.” She filled both their glasses, winked at Amber, and left the two to dine.

  Suspiciously, Amber looked at Trotter. “For not being a drinker, you sure are one hell of a wine connoisseur.”

  “I learned a long time ago that if you can’t dazzle somebody with brilliance, then you have to baffle them with bullshit,” Trotter explained with a grin, as he took a bite of deep fried clams. “Oh, these are tasty.”

  “I hope that’s not the case with me, Jack,” said as she speared some lettuce from her Caesar salad. “Are you simply…baffling me with bullshit?”

  “Of course not, Amber. I would never mislead you. Trust me. I know it took a lot of courage for you to tell me about your problem. I too have a secret I’ll let you in on later tonight, but for right now, let’s enjoy this fantastic meal. I’m starved.”

  He then raised his glass for another toast; she raised hers to his. “To us, and the wonderful times we are going to have. Trust me,” Trotter confidently proclaimed.

  Amber clinked her wine glass off his. With a slight amount of apprehension in her voice, she said, “To us.”

  Trotter’s admirers finally finished their desserts and left, putting Amber in a better frame of mind.

  In the following hour of small talk while dining, they covered touring and concerts, Iowa and the Marines, all with plenty of laughter. They finished their meals, along with the bottle of Chardonnay. Trotter left a very generous tip for the young and bubbly waitress. “Come again,” she smiled at her dinner guests; especially after she spotted the fifty-dollar bill he left on the table.

  “You can count on that.” Trotter nodded.

  On his way past the wheel, Trotter could not resist grabbing it, and saying, “All aboard.” Amber laughed and jokingly added, “The tide’s out, Jack, we’ll have to leave it docked and take my car.”

  “Do I get to drive this Matchbox car again?” Trotter asked, once they exited Jimmie’s, walking through the lot.

  “You’re not too drunk, are you?” Amber inquired, since she was slightly feeling the effects of the wine.

  Trotter pointed to himself with both hands. “Look at me. I’m over two hundred and fifty pounds. It would take a lot more than two glasses of wine to intoxicate me.”

  Then staggering, and in his British accent, extremely slurred, “I say, My Lady, I’m not drunk, I just can’t seem to get my land legs back. Do you have any idea where we parked that little Por-sche?” He hiccupped the word Porsche.

  Amber laughed. “Did anybody ever tell you that you’re certifiably nuts?”

  “No, but all my teachers told my mother I was the class clown,” he replied, opening the car door for her. “And I’ve no idea why.”

  “I wonder why, too,” she exclaimed, sarcastically, as she got in the passenger side of her Porsche.

  Trotter closed her door, got in his side and started the car. “That was one excellent seafood feast. I think it was even better than Hilton’s.”

  “I’m very glad you liked it. I hate going there alone, but I don’t know anybody who likes seafood as much as I do,” Amber stated.

  “That was, until now,” Trotter corrected her. “I could eat my weight in lobster.”

  He pulled out of the parking lot and drove considerably well for having consumed over half the bottle of Chardonnay. Four miles later, Amber noticed they were not heading in the right direction to Amy’s mansion. “Don’t you want to pick up your car?”

  “We can get it later. Besides, the night is young, as they say.” Trotter was feeling the effects of the wine, which was more for his benefit than hers. He needed a shot of courage to execute the plan running wildly through his mind.

  Amber looked disbelievingly at him when he wheeled her Porsche into The Ocean Oasis. “Call it my woman’s intuition, but I figured this is where you were bringing me. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  “Trust me,” Trotter said, turning off the exotic little machine. “You said you felt as though we knew each other a lot longer than we do. Consequently, you were able to confide in me about your condition. Now, I’m hoping you will understand, and have compassion, when I show you the problem I have. Which I’ve been hiding all my life. Please? Let’s go in.”

  “You’re not going to take advantage of me, or anything like that, are you? Jack?” Amber asked skeptically, however.

  You have my word, Amber. I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” Trotter spoke the words like a sober judge. Then in his usual little boy mannerism, he added, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

  Amber smiled. “Well, okay, since you put it like that.”

  * * * *

  Judy Sloan was envious as all Hell of Amber when she saw the two of them entering his apartment, and swore under her breath. Meanwhile Craig, who was snoring on the couch, slept off a sun and Old Milwaukee induced coma. As usual, her fat ass was in her chair, spying out the curtains. The fat old bitch did not have a life. Just fantasies. Furthering her dilemma, a pathetic husband with chronic halitosis.

  Trotter pulled the door shut behind them. Amber kicked her shoes off after Trotter did his. Then he turned on some soft music and held his arms out to Amber. “May I have this dance, My Lady?”

  She reluctantly went to him, but once in his arms she felt secure. The same feelings she experienced after he rescued her from Micky, when she ran to Trotter for safety. His six foot four inch frame towered over her petite five and a half foot tall body. She could feel the power his massive arms possessed.

  She even thought how pleasant his Old Spice aftershave smelled. They slow danced to two old love songs from the ‘50s.

  Trotter then clumsily guided their dance steps to his bedroom. Once Amber realized where he led them, she abruptly stepped back from him. “I think it’s time to take me home now. When you ordered the wine, I knew what you were planning. Even after I told you our relationship could be nothing more than platonic, you still brought me here.”

  Trotter put his index finger to his pursed lips, “Shhh!” Then he whispered, “Trust me.”

  Percy Sledge’s When a Man Loves a Woman played soft and low on the stereo.

  He motioned for her to have a seat on the edge of the bed. She refused. “Please, Amber. Please believe me when I say I would never hurt you.” Cautiously, she sat down.

  “Your feelings are hidden from the outside world. And you can mask them. Whereas my condition is obvious.” Trotter stated as he undid his belt. Amber scurried like a little girl to the head of the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.

  “No. Jack. Stop! It will never work,” she insisted.

  Trotter pulled his shirt off, then he let his Dockers and briefs fall to the floor. “Take me home, right now.” Amber demanded, however, she could not help but to glance at his package. In all his nudity, Trotter stood, a hard-bodied gorgeous specimen of the male species.

  “You have nothing to fear from me. Look. I’m dead down there. It won’t get hard.” His penis pointed to the floor. “I’m impotent. I’m a failure. I can’t please a woman. Even in the presence of a beautiful, sexy woman, he’s still limp and useless. I, too, have never had sex! I’m in my forties, and I’m a virgin!”

  Skeptical, Amber looked at him. “How can that be so? I mean you’re a healthy vivacious male.” Trotter shook his head and sadly explained to her the two pathetic attempts he had tried to be with a woman. He stood before her ashamed of his condition and she knew it must have been true. Suddenly the sadness she had noticed lurking in the depths of his eyes made sense.

  “I had no idea, Jack. God! That must be hard.”

  Realizing what she had just said, “Sorry. I didn’t think before I spoke. Sometimes I surprise myself with my own stupidity,” she said, frowning.

  “No pun intended?” he asked, with a small chuckle.

  “No. None whatsoever. Swear to God. I believe you, Amber. I know you could never be that cruel,” Trotter said as he slid under the covers. “Maybe sex is ov
er-rated anyways. But I still feel as though life cheated me”.

  He then pulled her to him, but she stayed in a fetal position. He went to stroke her hair. However, caught up in the moment, he forgot she had a hairpiece on. He tugged at her wig. “Do you think maybe you can take off your wig, so I can snuggle up to the beautiful girl I fell in love with? The real girl?”

  “You…love me?” she asked in astonishment.

  “Yes. Very much so. I fell in love with you the first time we went swimming. I know my attraction to you was not purely physical. Amy is your identical twin. And yet, she did not excite me the way you did. Does that make any sense to you?”

  Amber answered as she pulled the bobby pins out of the wig, and let her long, blonde hair fall about, “Yes, I think I know what you mean. And, would you believe, I was also telling myself to keep a tight rein on my heart, because I felt myself getting too attached to you?”

  “Well then, you’d better hold those reins real tight right now, because I can’t hold back the urge to kiss you any longer…like I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now!” Trotter confessed, as he brushed her hair from her face and pulled her to him. He kissed her ever so lightly as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

  Their lips parted, and she let out a small gasp. His second kiss was a little longer and harder. She found herself kissing him back this time, and did not notice her eyes closing, or that she also straightened out from the fetal position. His tongue passed over her lips and found her tiny, elusive tongue. Within seconds, her tongue was eagerly exploring his mouth, as his huge hands automatically fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. She tensed up.

  Finally, he had her blouse undone and lightly ran his hand over her brassiere-covered breasts. Her hand found his and stopped him. “Jack, don’t. I’m afraid. And why torment yourself?”

  Trotter brushed her blonde hair from her forehead. “Because you’re so beautiful, and it feels natural. I have this burning desire just to…touch you… all over. Even if I can’t have you, I need you. To be with you.”

  Nervously, Amber undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. Then she pulled the covers up and over her bare chest. Using both hands, she wiggled out of her shorts and panties. They, too, found the floor. “I’m still scared Jack, but deep down, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a man touch me. Not viciously attack me and try to rape me! That no good bastard really messed up my head. I wanted to…”

  Trotter interrupted by pulling the blankets over their heads; his lips found hers again, as his hands caressed, and lightly explored her body. He kissed her ear, then her neck and shoulders, downwards until he sprinkled kisses on her breasts. “Oh, Jack!” Amber moaned out in a whisper, as he lightly sucked on her tiny nipples. After all these years of cursing Angela Wilson, Trotter now found himself thanking her for the lessons on female anatomy, along with teaching him the importance of foreplay.

  His hand wandered from breast to breast, and then down across her flat tummy until he found her soft mound of hair. He felt her body stiffen in apprehension. Lightly he stroked her downy hair. Then he located her clitoris and began lightly pushing it back and forth, just as Angela Wilson had instructed him in the darkness of his Mercury at the Moonlite Drive-In. He marveled at how tiny she was, compared to Angela’s huge hairy bush.

  “Oh, Jack! Ohh…Jack! Oh my God! Jack…” Her thighs began to quiver as her hand found his and instructed his finger to go faster. He obliged. Needing air, Amber pulled the blankets off their heads. She was getting wet. A wave of intense pleasure rippled through her body as he brought her to orgasm.

  “God, Jack! That was so unbelievable. I never thought it would be like that,” she exclaimed, while hugging Trotter and panting for air. “I was afraid to admit it to myself, but lately, I’ve been thinking I loved you, too. But I didn’t want to get hurt, or hurt you, either.”

  He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. “You are so beautiful, Amber. Exotic, desirable. You’re definitely one hundred percent…woman. I never wanted to be with someone like I want to be with you. I know I love you.”

  “But now, you’re probably frustrated, and I can’t return the favor.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve learned to live with it.” Then he shamefully admitted, “I can, uh, achieve an erection when I’m by myself. If you know what I mean.”

  Amber’s face showed confusion while nodding. He continued, “But it’s not the same as being with a woman. And I rarely do that.”

  Thoughtlessly, she twirled his chest hairs. “I’m not a shrink, and I don’t want to sound like Sigmund Freud, but I think your condition is probably mental, Jack, not physical. It seems to me that there’s a simple reason why you can’t be intimate.”

  Another puzzled look shot across her face. “This might sound corny, but, what was your childhood like? Did your parents love each other? Did they show you any love?”

  “There was no love between my parents, but my mother loved me. Perhaps too much, I thought at times. And I always felt as though my father resented the fact I was ever born.”

  “Oh! A mama’s boy?”

  His eyebrows rose. “Yeah, pretty much, I guess. I really never thought of it like that, till now.”

  “Sounds like maybe your parents not showing each other any love, and your mother keeping you tied to her apron strings, had an effect on you, sort of like that bastard did to me,” she theorized.

  “Perhaps you’re on to something, Doctor!” he chuckled.

  “I’ll send you my bill.” She returned the chuckle. “Seriously Jack, you just helped me get over my hurdle; and I’m trying to help you. If your mother cared as much as you say, then she would’ve been happy for you to find a nice girl. She just died too early for you to find that out. I wished I would’ve met her.”

  “You would’ve liked her, and she would’ve liked you, too. She made the best damned apple butter.”

  “Apple butter?” She laughed, “We ain’t talking about apple butter!” Then she pushed Trotter onto his back, and sat on him so their genitals were touching.

  He ran his hands down her back and squeezed her little ass. “You are so damned sexy, but yet you don’t realize it.”

  “I never felt sexy…not until just now, tonight with you.” Then she slid her wet bottom back and forth on Trotter’s soft tool. “I think I fell in love with you on that night you saved me from Micky.”

  Her gyrations continued as she spoke slowly, with sexy innuendos, “I needed someone. A big, strong man. Like you. With big muscles. To protect me. To kiss me. To touch me like you just did. To love me.”

  She looked at him with pleading eyes. “Tell me you love me, Jack.”

  “I love you, Amber.”

  “I love you, too. Rock with me, Jack.”

  Slowly, he started to swivel his hips. She said, “Feels so good. Don’t it Big Boy?”

  “Yeah! It feels real good.”

  “You would beat someone up if they tried to hurt me. Wouldn’t you? Because you’re my, big, strong boyfriend! Aren’t you, Jack?”

  “Yeah!” He felt a twinge in his penis, which she felt, also.

  Amber bent down and kissed him. “And I am your girlfriend. All yours, Jack.”

  “Yeah. Oh, yeah!” he cried out, firming up.

  “I love you.” Amber said and then lightly stroked his tool. It swelled in her hand and she guided him between her lips.

  “Love you, too.” He said as he felt the head of his hard-on penetrate her. She concealed a wince from the pain, as he pushed against her hymen.

  “God, I love you, Amber.” Sliding in deeper. She switched from rocking to sliding up and down his shaft. It took four minutes for her virgin pussy to completely engulf his huge rod.

  “Oh, God, Amber! You’re going to make me come already. I wanted to make it last for you.”

  “That’s okay lover. This one is for you. We have all night.” She kept up the rhythm. Trotter started pumping from the bottom, and groaning.
/>   “Amber…I…I…God…I love you! Ohh! Ohhh…God!” Trotter’s huge hands helped her tiny ass rise up and down until he finished. He lay there panting with a huge smile on his face.” You are so right. I never knew it would be like this, either.”

  She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He chuckled, saying, “Where the hell have you been all my life?”

  “Waiting for you to gallop into my life on your big white stallion!”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “She’s a lady, and the lady is mine.

  Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay.”

  Tom Jones

  Amber awoke the following morning, rested, after a very peaceful, contented sleep. She was startled, however, by Trotter, who was lying beside her with one hand propped under his chin, staring at her. When he noticed her awakening, he smiled, and softly said, “Good Morning, Baby.”

  She stretched while yawning, then put her arms around his neck, and said with a smile, “And a very Good Morning to you…Stud.”

  After a kiss, she asked, “How long have you been lying there?”

  “All night, I never went to sleep,” he replied, and kissed her back. “I can’t help but to stare at your beautiful, sexy body.”

  “Jack Trottson, you are such the bull shitter.” She blushed slightly, smiling.

  Trotter frowned and scratched his head. “Since we’re being so open and honest with each other…There is something I do need to confess.”

  “What, Jack?” Amber defensively asked. “I hope you’re not going to tell me you’re married or something like that.”