Over the Hedge

by Minerva Vesta

  As Mrs. Price opened the door leading into the kitchen, she heard a cry of jubilation from her husband. Turning around in shock, she saw her husband running around the car and screaming in joy.

  “Yes! Lucky got a man! Yes, my Lucky is finally in love!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

  When he finally got to the back of the car he stopped and did a dysfunctional dance move that was a cross between the cabbage patch and the prep. Then he threw it back to the old school and started doing da’ bump with the bumper of the car.

  “That’s what I’m talking about! Woohoo! And, he’s a doctor!” He strutted up to Mrs. Price and pulled her close, staring into her eyes with a bright smile. “We did good, Elizabeth. Did you see how the boy couldn’t keep his hands off her? Reminds me of us when we started dating.”

  Mrs. Price shook her head and laughed at his antics. All the way home she was expecting him to blow up, but never in a million years would she have expected him to act like this. Kissing him lightly on the lips, she pushed out of his arms.

  “You need Jesus, sweetheart,” she said, walking into the kitchen.

  CHAPTER 27

  LASHAWNDA

  Sean and I walked my parents out to their car. My dad gave me a big bear hug and told me he loved me. He then turned to Sean and shook his hand without saying a word. My mother was much more overt with her affections. She kissed me repeatedly on the cheeks and even hugged Sean a few seconds longer than what would be considered appropriate after a first meeting. I agreed with my dad that she had the ‘I’m getting grandkids soon’ look in her eyes. Contemplating where the night could have gone, it all ended up okay.

  On the way back up, I stopped off at the mailboxes to grab the mail. There was an envelope from one of my friends from college. By design, I surmised it was wedding invitations. Hopefully, in the next few years, I would be sending out wedding invitations of my own. I grabbed Sean’s hand and walked back toward the elevator. As we stood in the middle of the car, Sean’s hands found their way around my waist, lovingly rubbing my hips. Just as the door was sliding shut, a hand came up and stopped it.

  “Damn, you look just as good in clothes.” Ricky Valdez admired Sean.

  I looked back at Sean who had strategically placed me as a barrier between himself and my neighbor. I almost started laughing out loud when I saw the look of foreboding on his face. Ricky was practically raping Sean with his eyes.

  “Okay you, watch it,” I warned.

  “Girl, I see you. But, you don’t have to tell me twice. I’m watching all of it,” Rick said, not taking his eyes off my man.

  “Stop. You’re making him uncomfortable.” I reached out and swatted him on the arm. Sean’s appearance wasn’t something you could bypass without taking a glance or two. His dominating height and athletic build were only a small piece of the package. He had a face like a male model, with smoldering green eyes and a sexy grin. He was a walking fantasy. I didn’t blame Rick one bit for staring.

  “Mmm…but I’m sure there are a few ways I can put him at ease,” he responded.

  “You are truly non-stop aren’t you?” I asked rhetorically. “Ricky, this is my boyfriend Sean, Sean, this is Ricky. I believe you two ran into each other earlier in the stairwell. Ricky is a pretty radical photographer. He does amazing work with nudes.”

  “Hello.” Sean nodded his head but still used me as a human shield.

  “Very nice to meet you,” Ricky said to Sean with a wink, “Girl, how the hell did you get so lucky?” he asked.

  “I’m still trying to figure it out myself,” I replied, thinking about Sean’s confession of love earlier. The elevator dinged and opened on my floor. “Nice seeing you, Ricky. We need to get together sometime. I’m dying to see some of your new stuff.”

  “Oh, girl yes. I gots me some nice new pieces to look at.” He eyed Sean up and down again. “Not that you need any more visual stimulation.”

  “You’re right about that. She’s got all the stimulation she can handle right here,” Sean spoke up. It was hard to contain my laughter when Sean started walking and pulling me away from the closing elevator doors.

  “Night, Ricky.” I waved over my shoulder.

  “Night, girl. Give him a little something for me too,” he yelled right as the door closed.

  Sean pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around my waist as we walked back to my door.

  “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think he’s right. You need to give me a little something,” he said lasciviously.

  “Like what?” I turned my head and looked up at him, already knowing what he was insinuating. From the moment he declared his feelings for me in front of my parents I wanted to feel his firm naked flesh pressed against mine.

  He took the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. When we were inside, he led me toward the bathroom. Sean began wordlessly divesting me of my clothes. Once I was completely naked, he turned on the shower and began stripping down as well.

  I shook my head no and proceeded to help him undress. I pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his sweatpants and boxers down his massive legs. His semi-hard cock caught my attention, and I thoughtlessly dropped his clothes on the floor next to mine. His enormous frame was a kaleidoscope of colors; some parts were tanned a golden bronze and others were spots the sun hadn’t shined since he was a newborn. Standing at 6’5”, Sean was a lot of man to look at. That was one of the things I enjoyed the most. Being around him made me feel small, soft, and feminine. His height was dominating and a huge turn on for me.

  He let the water warm and led us into the shower.

  “I need you to help me wash my back,” Sean finally stated.

  I had been expecting an erotic request. Something akin to how he’d been enjoying my body for the last two days. I threw my head back and laughed at him when he held the washcloth out for me to take. This was one of the things I loved most about him, his sense of humor.

  “You are so silly. Come on turn around,” I said grabbing the washcloth.

  With a whole lot of laughter and some sneaky caresses, I gave Sean a good scrubbing in the shower; treating him like a big baby. I took my time on a slow journey over Sean’s physique, admiring every freckle and scar. Mentally, I jotted down the times when he sucked in a quick breath when I touched certain places. I explored the contours of his broad shoulders with my fingertips. On the downward stretch of my expedition, I found he was very responsive in the area around his waist. I nipped his taut backside making him laugh and turn quickly.

  “Hey, watch that.” He laughed; swatting me playfully.

  “You bit me first,” I scoffed.

  “You said you liked it,” he answered in mock hurt.

  “Yep. I sure did.” I rubbed his heavily corded muscular thighs and smiled brightly at him. “I’m just seeing if you’d like it too.”

  “Well, I’m a man who doesn’t do any backdoor action. Just keep all that mouth play to other areas of my body.”

  I rolled my eyes at him and continued massaging his legs all the way down to his calves. His semi-erect state had changed, and he was now fully hard. I smirked inwardly, wanting to tease him just like he teased me last night.

  “What size shoe do you wear?” I questioned looking at his bony toes.

  “Sixteen.” Sean pushed the hair that had fallen into my face to the side so he could see my eyes.

  “You’ve got nice feet.”

  My eyes traveled up the expanse of his legs and thighs. I licked my lips in anticipation and a heavy dose of inexperienced fascination. Looking up at him with unabashed enchantment; I wrapped my slender fingers around the base of his hardened length.

  Sean hissed as I stroked him from base to tip. My experience with oral sex was limited, but I was a fast learner. I saw how Sean reacted to me putting him in my mouth before. That power and control I felt having him come undone was exhilarating. I wanted to please him just as much as he pleased me.

  A light pearly drop of
moisture pooled at his tip. I pointed the tip at my tongue and captured it. With eyes closed, I rolled him around in my mouth tasting him. He reminded me of saltwater taffy. With each stroke, more moisture oozed from his tip. This time I used the tip of his cock to apply his pre-cum to my lips like I was putting on lipstick.

  “Mmmm—fuck, baby.” Sean let out a guttural moan and fisted my hair. Droplets of water trickled down his body onto mine.

  I felt the heady power of watching Sean find pleasure from my touch. His cock was the epitome of an oxymoron, supple granite. My lips wrapped around his head and I hollowed my cheeks as I stroked him with my tongue. The sensation made him grunt even deeper. I gripped him tight with both hands and rotated my wrist all while licking every free inch my hands didn’t cover.

  “Fuck!” Sean exclaimed.

  In one swift movement, he reached down and grabbed me underneath my armpits to pull me up. His cock popped out of my mouth as he broke the tight seal with an audible pop. I braced my hands against the shower wall as he pushed me up against it.

  “Sean, I wasn’t finished,” I whined.

  I never thought I would enjoy the feel of having a man on my tongue so much. Sean was too busy taking hold of his cock to pay any attention to my chastising look.

  “I need to be in you right now,” he grunted.

  Sean probed my opening with the head of his cock, pressing me down slightly to arch my back. With one swift stroke he was so deep, it knocked the air right out of me.

  “Sean!” I said in shock. I couldn’t believe how much Sean was stretching me. He pressed deeper, relentlessly giving me inch by inch. After the three times last night I would have thought my body had gotten adjusted to his size. But my swollen pussy felt more tender than before.

  His massive hands circling my waist, he maneuvered me just the way he wanted. The slapping sounds of our flesh echoed off the bathroom walls. I reached back with one hand and pulled one full ass cheek up, opening myself further. The penetration was fast and rough. It hurt so good. I was lost in euphoric bliss. Unable to staunch the imminent pleasure, I looked over my shoulder at Sean.

  I saw the signs of his impending orgasm crossing his face. His grip on my waist grew tighter, and his strokes were punishing. The sight of him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth pushed me over the edge. Our eyes locked, but I couldn’t keep the contact as I cried out in bliss. My release triggered his.

  ☙☙MV❧❧

  After our joint shower, we cleaned up the house and prepped for our day in the office on Monday. Sean checked the house while I went and got into bed. I loved having him here. I felt safe and protected.

  We got comfortable on the bed, with Sean sitting up with his back against the headboard and me between his legs. He was genuinely testing his limits this weekend on being the perfect boyfriend by volunteering to help me brush out the tangles from my hair. The task was usually more manageable in the shower with a head full of conditioner, but we spent too much time wasting the hot water while doing other things.

  At the first swipe of the brush through my tangled hair, I flinched away in pain.

  “Sorry.” Sean’s green eyes were tight around the edges, making him look like a deer caught in headlights.

  “You’ve got to start at the ends,” I instructed, taking the brush from his hands and demonstrating.

  “Okay, I got it, baby.” Sean took a handful of my hair and gently brushed it from the tips going upward as Fat Bastard came into the room and walked up the stepping stool next to the bed. Sean had suggested we get it after I complained about him scratching my comforter from F.B.’s many failed attempts to get his fat rump on the bed. He wobbled across the bed and curled himself up between my legs. I stroked his fur, and he purred in appreciation.

  Sean reached down and kissed me in the crook of my neck. Fat Bastard turned swiftly giving Sean a warning glare. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my skin. It seemed they had an unspoken agreement. If Sean kept him well fed, he would allow him to touch me. Sean reached around my waist and petted F.B.’s fur.

  We sat quietly; the sound of the rain and the brush strokes the only noise in the room. A low light glowed from a small lamp across the large open space. It was just enough illumination to give the effect of candlelight.

  I was being lulled to sleep by the feeling of Sean’s hands in my hair and the tranquil ambiance around the room. I started to think about what my life was like a few months ago. I recalled the first time Jenny told me about the handsome man that took over as the lab manager for Dr. Barnes. Feeling so lonely, that night I came home and curled up on the couch with F.B. and watched a marathon of Monk episodes. Now here he was, detangling my knotted hair, in my bed, on a rainy Sunday night. I luxuriated in the aftermath of the best loving any woman had ever gotten.

  Leaning my head back against Sean’s chest, I turned my nose to the base of his throat and inhaled the scent from his bath soap. He’d complained his manly skin needed something a little stronger than strawberry scented body wash to get it clean, so he brought his own brand to leave here. I loved how he smelled.

  I placed a loving kiss on the spot below his Adam's apple. Sean pulled my chin up so he could reach my lips. He kissed me lightly. The pressure was just enough to let me know he was there. I felt my heart doing flip-flops in my chest. Life was perfect, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.

  “I love you, Sean,” I said, meaning every word.

  A smile bloomed on his face as I spoke.

  “I love you too.” He pulled my head down to his chest as we embraced, “I could selfishly hear those words from your lips every day for the rest of my life.”

  “Keep doing everything that you already are, and you just might.”

  “It’s not so bad is it?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Loving me?”

  “Nope, it’s not bad at all. I was just thinking about what life was like before I met you. It was really lonely,” I answered.

  Fat Bastard stood up in my lap, stretched, and then strutted down the steps and out of bed. Whatever heart to heart we were about to have he wanted no parts of it.

  “There goes our baby,” Sean said. I laughed at the dirty look F.B. shot him before walking out the bedroom door. Sean reached around and rubbed his fingertips across my exposed stomach at the bottom of my camisole.

  “Speaking of babies...” I bit my lip, nervously anticipating finishing our conversation from earlier.

  “If you end up pregnant with my child, I want us to keep him or her,” he said assuredly.

  “Me too.” I placed my hands over his and linked our fingers. “Are you nervous?”

  “Yeah, but it’s not the kind of nervous that makes me scared. It’s like happy anticipation.”

  “I’m really nervous. I mean we’ve only been together for a short time. Most couples usually get married and settle into their lives before they start talking about having children,” I admitted. Three months was not enough time to get to know someone and already be discussing kids.

  “Well, if—and I do mean a big if, if you’re not pregnant then we can take steps to hold off on having children. If you are, then we should start taking steps to get married and settle into our life together,” Sean said. “I meant every word I said when your parents were here.” He reminded me.

  “That’s a lot to think about, Sean,” I spoke cautiously.

  One of the things I’ve come to learn about this great guy is that emotions and feelings aren’t things he’s used to dealing with. Every part of this relationship was new ground for him. I could still tell when he was nervous about doing certain things with me. I wonder if he realized how completely out of the norm this discussion was. Guys just don’t confess their love and proclaim their desire to have kids within three months of dating. This was all so atypical.

  “So, when would you know for sure if we are going to be parents or not?”

  “Um…in a few weeks. My cycle is pretty regular, and it j
ust started a few days ago,” I answered timidly.

  “Well, let’s not stress about it,” Sean suggested. We both looked at each other and started laughing at the same time. “Okay, we’re not going to stress about it. Until we find out, do you want me to start using protection?” he asked.

  I thought hard about his question. Would it make a difference? Could I see myself having a child with this man? Is three months too short of a time frame to know you want to spend the rest of your life with someone? I wanted to do this right. No unplanned pregnancies to force either one of us into marriage. I wanted no regrets if I ever became Mrs. Colcord.

  “Yes, I think we should. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

  “Okay, but I’m not gonna lie to you; I really am hoping you are pregnant.” Sean laughed nervously. “Who would have thought I would have this reaction to a woman telling me we might have created a child together?”

  I felt myself getting choked up again and nodded my head in agreement. We sat in each other’s arms both thinking hard about the future. I broke the silence first.

  “Oh my goodness!” I squealed, kicking my feet and throwing my hands in the air.

  Sean rolled me onto my back and laughed at my childish behavior. I was still smiling and giddy, when he looked down into my face.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I’m in love,” I stated happily.

  “I’m in love, too,” he said with mock excitement. It was the perfect moment as he kissed me thoroughly.

  “You think it would be okay if I brought my mom to dinner next weekend? She has been nagging like crazy about meeting you. Now that I’ve met your parents I think it’s only fair.”

  I bit the inside of my lip and looked out toward the window. Meeting Sean’s mother would be nerve-wracking.

  “You think she’ll like me?” I asked.

  “Does it matter?” Sean rubbed his rough cheeks against my face causing me to shiver.