by Jai Amor
Heather had toned up, tanned, and started dressing younger. She spun around, smiling. “How do I look?” she asked.
“Thirty,” he admitted, his eyes still roaming over every inch of her body.
He touched her dyed hair, unable to believe this was even the same woman that left a month ago. “Where is Heather, and what have you done with her?”
“I went and found her.” She grinned, leaning up to kiss her husband, her arms around his neck. “You told me to be younger. I did it.”
“I like it, baby.”
He leaned down and kissed her again in the center of the airport. They stood there like a couple of love struck kids. Bryan hadn’t seen this side of his wife in so long.
“We’re going to Jonta’s and Carmella’s.”
“For what?” she asked, puzzled.
“Today is Independence Day.”
Independence Day didn’t mean much to Heather. Most holidays didn’t.
She just pulled her husband along to his car, and when they got in, she leaned over across the seat, kissing his neck, massaging him through his jeans. He was immediately hard. “Why don’t we go home and have a nice reunion,” she suggested. Bryan was all for this idea. He couldn’t wait to see what the improved version of this body felt like.
They’d been away from one another, but never so long. They went home, and Heather pulled Bryan to their master bathroom and into their shower stall. She’d been doing Kegel exercises as well. She was excited to have her first time in a long time. She was sure it would be better this time.
In Ecuador, when she was working out and caring for her dying mother, she had also reconnected with a girlfriend who informed her that after doing just a few reps of Kegels a day, she was tighter and her orgasms were off the charts! So she started trying it, and when she was masturbating, she definitely felt the difference. She was sure Bryan would too.
Bryan kissed his wife, pushing her against the wall, his lips dominating hers as he tentatively circled her folds with his finger. He pushed her lips open, and her pussy sucked his finger in!
Heather moaned in his mouth as he kissed her neck, moving down to kiss her newly toned stomach, and he looked at her pussy, practically salivating. He hadn’t gone down on his own wife in years, but now, he wanted to eat her like the Last Supper.
He started with a simple peck to her soft lips, his eyes watching hers as his tongue slid from between his lips and into hers. He slowly caressed her walls with his silver tongue, closing his eyes and savoring her taste.
Heather moaned, holding her husband’s head. This was more pleasant than she remembered. Heather liked head before, but she never sweated for it. She usually preferred the more intimate penetration. But this was so good, she felt she must have been stupid.
Bryan sucked on her clit, feeling her juices trickle past his lips. She was even sweeter than he remembered.
He stood up and kissed her, lifting her legs around his waist. Heather, catching her breath, welcomed her husband’s hot kiss, holding onto his shoulders as their tongues mingled. She could feel his length poking her in the stomach and she reached a hand down to massage it. “I missed you, esposo,” she told him softly, speeding her strokes as her husband groaned.
“I missed you too, baby.” Bryan moved Heather’s hand and guided himself into her before he began pummeling her mercilessly.
She should have done this a long time ago! Shit, this was good.
Heather vocalized her pleasure, biting her lip, closing her eyes. Every stroke in and out of her was so astonishing that she couldn’t suppress the sounds of ecstasy. This was the Bryan who made her fall in love. That first deep stroke was all it had taken and she was forever his.
***
Pamela danced with Lila to The Business by Yung Berg. She didn’t care how old the song got. It was still her shit.
Jada showed up with a few of her friends, but one stood out in particular: Jordan. He spotted Pamela and smiled. Her knees went weak. Got damn that man was fine!
“Girl, don’t wet ya panties just yet. He’s coming over this way,” Lila said, starting to leave, seeing the look on her friend’s face.
“Li, how you gon leave me?”
“Girl, I see a cheeseburger with my name on it.”
Pamela glared after Lila. She was going to kick her ass. But before she could plan her violence too deeply, she was approached.
“So, Miss Pamela,” Jordan said, his deep voice making her tremble. She turned slowly to him, and immediately she regretted it. His smile was making her melt inside. His smile was going to make her say yes to anything he might want from her.
“Jordan,” she said, relieved she sounded cooler than she felt.
“I get the feeling you don’t want to talk to me. Why is that?”
His piercing blue eyes looked down at hers, twinkling, his sexy lips fixed in a smirk. She knew that he knew he was making her nervous as fuck. He was enjoying that he made her nervous.
“I’m… I’m with someone,” she managed, swallowing hard.
“Is that a fact?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of tease in it.
“I mean… Kinda.”
“Where is he now, then?”
That was a good question. Bryan said he would be at the barbecue around four or five. It was nearing seven. She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Well, then, Pamela. He’s clearly not good enough for you, now is he?” he asked. She looked up at his eyes, feeling defensive.
“He has things to do.”
“Like a wife?”
Her stomach dropped. She was sure he couldn’t possibly know about her affair. “What are you talking about?” she asked him. He leaned to her ear.
“Why are you fucking Mr. Valdez, Pamela? He can never really be yours. Me, though, I’m available.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jordan raised his hands in surrender. “No disrespect, but the last time I checked, personal assistants didn’t share hotel rooms with their bosses.”
“He’s my godfather, and it was a suite. As in multiple rooms. My father didn’t want me in a room alone. He didn’t trust me with foreign boys,” she said truthfully, her heart pounding its way out of her chest. “Don’t jump to conclusions like that. Besides, why were you even there?”
“Then who is he?” Jordan asked, ignoring the question he knew Pamela desperately wanted an answer to.
“Not you,” she snapped.
Just then, Jonta came over. He greeted Jordan warmly. “I see you’ve met my little girl Pamela,” he noticed, putting his arm over Pamela’s shoulder, shaking Jordan’s hand.
“Oh yes, sir. She’s very beautiful. I’d like to take her out some time. Unfortunately, she’s dating someone.”
Jonta looked down at Pamela with his brows furrowed, his forehead wrinkling, and a frown. “I thought you said you and Elijah broke up.”
Pamela glared at Jordan. He knew what he was doing by mentioning dating to her father. He was far too slick for her likes. “We did,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Well why don‘t you go out with Jordan,” he suggested. “Nice kid.”
Pamela was sure her father was right. She was also sure that she didn’t want to date Jordan, so he was going to have to let it go.
“Jonta, watch the grill!” Carmella called, heading into the house, Jonta left the two there, and Jordan smiled down at Pamela with pearly whites. Despite her irritation, a part of her swooned over him.
“What do you have to lose, Pamela? If you’re not sleeping with your boss—”
“Don’t go there.”
“And you’re not dating anyone—”
“But I am.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
She rolled her eyes thinking that she was going to kill that damned Lila! Just wait until she got her alone. She imagined wrapping her hands around that girl’s throat for leaving her.
Jordan watched Pamela watching h
im with mixed emotions. “What’s one little date going to hurt?”
“Fine,” she said, annoyed, but a little giddy inside.
“Dance with me.”
Just then, Bryan and Heather showed up, and Pamela looked her godmother over. That woman got hot! She had undeniably become a MILF in just a month. She was fit, and she got tanned. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans. Skinny. Fucking. Jeans. With a corset top. Who the fuck told this bitch to go and get fit? Now Pamela actually had to compete with her. Shit.
Bryan didn’t look like he was going to let go of his wife anytime soon. They seemed more affectionate now than ever. He loves you too, her subconscious whispered while her conscience could only hope so.
“Why should I dance with you?” she asked Jordan, not wanting Bryan to see her with him.
Jordan took her hand. “Because your father likes me, and that’s a good look, Pammy.”
“Don’t do that.”
He smiled, dancing with her anyway. She gave in half-heartedly. Finally, she couldn’t resist. She went to hug Heather, and the woman’s body felt so much tighter, it had Pamela reeling in envy. She knew this was good for Heather and was commendable. She just couldn’t be truly happy for her because it made her competition.
“Hola, Madrina,” she greeted sweetly when inside she was planning her death. She had become so fake.
“Hey, Mela. You look so nice.”
“You too,” she said in painful honesty.
She glanced over at Bryan, saying nothing at all to him while he watched her with his arms wound around his wife as if he believed Pamela was going to snatch her away.
“Thank you. It wasn’t easy, but I did it.”
“You look really good.”
Heather smiled, pleased with her progress. She was glad that she’d asked Pamela about her routine before going away.
“Hey, I’m taking Jada out tomorrow. Why don’t you come?”
“Oh, sorry. I have plans, Madrina. Maybe some other time.”
“Okay.”
Heather kissed Pamela’s cheek and walked away, pulling her husband along. Pamela watched after Bryan with longing.
Jordan came over. “So what happened with that dance?”
Pamela rolled her eyes. She had to give the man his due props; he would not give up. It was as if he’d taken her sarcasm as little more than a challenge.
“Are you this annoyingly persistent with every girl?”
“Only the really pretty ones,” he said, winking.
She rolled her eyes. “Go away, Jordan.”
“Just dance with me one time, beautiful.”
With a deep sigh, Pamela allowed Jordan to dance a salsa with her, trying to keep Bryan out of her mind. He didn’t even seem to notice her with Jordan as a small crowd gathered round, watching them dance to a Spanish song that was playing.
“You’re a good partner,” Jordan complimented Pamela, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You’re welcome.” She smirked, awaiting a reaction he refused to give her.
The night progressed, and Pamela pinched Lila as the sun started to go down. “Ow, you bitch.”
“Why did you leave me?”
“Because that boy was fine!” Lila said, laughing.
“It’s not funny, Li.” Pamela frowned. “I’m with someone.”
“Oh yes, I think I caught his name. Hold on. ‘oh, Bryan, oh daddy,’ that it?” she asked, cracking herself up, mocking Pamela’s moans. “Jae’s disgusted he got Mr. Valdez first name but Bryan is a pretty common name.”
Pamela said nothing. At least they didn’t assume it was Bryan Valdez. She’d be in hot water.
“I tell your ass to go home, and instead you decide to listen to me fuck?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “Typical Lila.”
“Girl, whoever he is, when you hook up with Mr. Fine over there, tell your last lay to call me.”
“No, slut.”
Lila shrugged. “You know you like that man. Just go on and go out with him.”
Pamela shrugged. “Oye, Jordan,” she called, speaking rapid Spanish, asking when he wanted their date to be. He replied that he would let her know.
Pamela went and got a burger off the grill and went in the house where her mother and Heather were speaking. “Mela, doesn’t Heather look so good?” Carmella asked, calling her out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
She grabbed her can of Sprite and sat down. “Yes, Mami looks very good. I told her earlier she did. I’d give her all my old clothes, but… I might be able to fit them again soon.”
Carmella looked at Pamela’s bust, and then she looked at her best friend’s C’s. “Pamela, I hate to tell you this, honey, I doubt you’re going back to a C any time soon.”
“What happened to all your talk of reductions?”
“Don’t tempt me to make it real, child.”
Pamela just shrugged and began to eat her food. “If you want them, you can have them, Madrina. I was gonna give them to the Goodwill, but you’re already fashionable.”
Pamela knew she was being two-faced. But she didn’t hate Heather. She still loved her as her second mother. It was just that she envied her something terrible. Especially now that she had this new hot body. However, Pamela wouldn’t be malicious towards her. It wouldn’t be right. It wouldn’t be fair.
“That’s sweet of you,” Heather said. “Bryan told me to dress younger. But I don’t think I should dress like an eighteen-year old.”
Carmella couldn’t help her laugh then. She looked over at her daughter in her outfit, and then to Heather. “Heather, the last time I checked, jeans and tees didn’t know ages because we and our husbands still wear them.”
“True. Okay, Mela. I’ll come and get them later.”
“Great. Now I can have space in my closet again. Success!” she said goofily and took a large chunk of burger.
Bryan and Jonta came in the house, talking sports as they grabbed beers. All three ladies rolled their eyes. They liked sports, but they couldn’t be in the same room as those two. They got so animated as if they were the coach. This was just from the couch. Anytime one or the other managed a few tickets to the game… It was just the two of them and whatever one of their co-workers they could get to go if Bryan’s sons were all busy.
Pamela saw Jordan enter the house, and he smiled at her on his way to the basement with the other men. Her heart lurched forward and she willed it to calm down. That man had nothing for her. Nothing she could use, anyway.
“Jordan seems to really like you,” Heather noticed. “He’s very nice; and he’s smart. You should date him, Pamela,” she continued.
“Why does everyone seem to know this kid but me?” Pamela asked.
“He’s Jae’s boyfriend’s older brother and he works for Jonta.”
Pamela’s eyebrows came in. “I saw him at work once.”
“Yeah. Your daddy and papi do work together sometimes. So Jordan was probably just there on errand for your father.”
Pamela looked towards the basement stairs, almost as if she would be able to see through the door to the men.
“And he’s cute,” Carmella added in a sing-song voice.
“Because my attractions center around superficial looks, Mother.” Pamela rolled her eyes.
“Oh no, baby. That was the plus. Your attraction should center around the smart and has a job part. He graduated Michigan State this May, you know.”
College-educated, Pamela did find attractive. Yet and still, her heart somehow still belonged to Bryan. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give Jordan a chance. It was more that even if she did, he still wouldn’t have one.
Jonta came upstairs and pulled Pamela down to the basement, asking her about soccer. When she got downstairs, it was all men. She was put on the spot about her soccer skills.
Being an only child, Pamela was especially her parents’ heart, joy, and pride. Every little accomplishment was huge to them. So the fact that she was on a championship winning socc
er team for five years, and a championship winning competitive cheer team, and an award winning school pom squad filled her parents’ pride cups to the brim.
She noticed that Jordan was looking at her with interest. “Are you really good at soccer?” he asked.
“Yes. All positions on the field. Even goalie.”
She knew Jordan was going somewhere with this. He never asked her questions out of idle curiosity. She wondered now what he was leaning into.
“Would you like to test that theory?”
Pamela raised a brow at him, hands on her hips. “Make it interesting. Five dollars says you can’t get a single ball past me.”
“Okay. Make sure you have money on you.”
“Sounds like challenge to me, mija. You gonna take that?” Jonta asked, instigating the whole thing.
“Heck no. You, me, outside. Ten minutes, buddy,” she told him, smiling.
Bryan was a bit annoyed inside, because he could tell the two were flirting, and Jonta only seemed to encourage it. Watching Pamela like another man tore him up inside and he didn’t want her to have anyone else. He wanted her there when he wanted her.
“Alright.”
Pamela went up to her parents’ room and took a pair of her mother’s running shoes. She then went to find her soccer ball in the attic and put enough air in to firm it up. She marched outside. “Oh, hija, what are you doing?” Carmella called.
“About to wipe the smirk off this cocky bastard’s face and get five dollars for it.”
Carmella got up and followed her daughter out. Sure enough, Jonta had set up a makeshift soccer net, and Jordan stood in wait of Pamela.
Jonta announced the game of one-on-one that was going on, and Jada and Lila cheered for their girl from the sides.
Pamela kept the ball out of Jordan’s reach. “Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I can’t play,” she said smugly, kicking the ball past him into the net. She threw her hands up in victory. “Wanna stop? Or shall I continue to embarrass you?”
“Make it twenty. First one up to four. You got one.”
She smiled. She was going to enjoy taking this kid’s money. She didn’t let him get a single goal past her. It wasn’t long before she scored her remaining three. Jordan stared at her, mouth agape. She smiled, picking up her ball, and putting it under her arm. She closed his mouth. “Don’t worry. You’re not the first to be beaten by a girl. You won’t be the last. Pay up.”