Fearless - A Big Girls & Bad Boys Romance

by Cameron, D. H.

  “Yeah, I have been. You’ve been so busy it wasn’t hard,” Jack replied.

  “So can we see it?” I asked.

  “Well, I didn’t kidnap you and bring you out here for nothing,” Sarah replied. I followed Jack to the trailer. It was much longer than the last one but just as shiny. Our lawn chairs sat out front under a striped awning. Inside the trailer towards the front, two sofas faced one another covered in worn brown leather. Just in front of the conversation pit was a brass pole, a stripper pole.

  “Nice. Every Airstream needs a stripper pole,” I remarked. The middle of the trailer contained the kitchen and office area. The kitchen was much like the last Airstream with an L-shaped counter including old chrome and vinyl bar stools at the end. The counter tops were bamboo and the cabinets ebony. The office area featured a desk made of dark wood and a leather executive chair.

  “That’s for you so you can come home on time and work here if you have too,” Jack told me. Past the modest bathroom with a surprisingly roomy shower was the bedroom. The sixties free love vibe with black lights and glowing concert posters was gone. Instead, the room featured dark red walls and black wainscoting. The bed was covered in a red satin comforter and set in a black frame that supported a black lace canopy. The head and foot board were black iron. A painting of a nude Rubenesque woman reclining and facing away that looked suspiciously like me adorned the wall above the headboard.

  “Where did you get that?” I asked.

  “I found the painting at a garage sale. It reminded me of someone,” he said.

  “It’s just missing the pink stripe,” I said indicating the pink streak in my dark hair.

  “No it’s there, you just can’t see it,” he replied.

  “This is even better than the last one. Imagine all the things we could fasten to that bed frame,” I said.

  “Like each other,” Sarah ventured.

  “Exactly,” I replied and winked at her.

  “OK, that’s the nickel tour. Now get out of here,” Jack said. I frowned at him. “I’ve got dinner to make and you’ve got to go home and get some stuff so you can spend the night. We’ll move you in this weekend,” he told me. That was better.

  “I guess I’ll give you a ride back to your place,” I said to Sarah. She glanced at Jack and the look she gave him made me suspicious.

  “Oh, I almost forgot. You can pick up that piece of junk cage some other time,” Jack told me and grabbed me by the hand. I followed him out to the metal building and he left me standing in front of one of the big roll up doors. He went in the doorway off to the side and then the roll up door began to lift. There sat a bike, pink and purple and black.

  “Oh, sorry that’s mine,” Sarah said. I hadn’t seen her new bike yet but she had described it to me. “Jack was replacing some stuff,” she added. Behind that, however, was a vehicle covered in a green tarp.

  “That’s yours,” Jack told me. He walked over and pulled the cover off. A white 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle with black rally stripes with pink pin striping sat there. It was immaculate and the badge on the fender read “SS 396” and just below that was a skull and crossbones Hello Kitty decal like the one on my helmet.

  “Holy fuck! Where did you get that?” I asked as I peered inside at the black interior with pink highlights.

  “I’ve been building it...for you,” he said. I hugged Jack.

  “I love it. Oh my God, it’s so cool,” I exclaimed. I looked around and noticed the building was lined with deep shelves and on those were lots of car and bike parts. That was Jack’s passion. Vintage parts. He used to keep them in storage units but I guess he had a dedicated place now. “How did you afford all of this?” I asked incredulously.

  “Dumpster diving,” he said as if it should have been obvious.

  “How much money do you make doing that?” I wondered. I had never asked before. It didn’t matter how much Jack made but I assumed he made a comfortable but modest living.

  “I made like two hundred and fifty grand last year give or take,” he said. My mouth fell open. I looked at Sarah and she was just as shocked.

  “Recovering gold from electronics?” I asked.

  “Yeah. It was a bad year. The price of gold went down but it’s going back up,” Jack told me. I just stared at him. It didn’t matter but it was a pleasant surprise. “What? Were you judging me by the way I lived and dressed?” Jack asked me playfully. I guess he had a point.

  “Very funny. I’m just surprised is all. I had no idea you could make that much money doing that,” I replied.

  “I’m in the wrong business. Imagine all the clothes I could buy with that salary,” Sarah added.

  “Well, some of that was buying and selling vintage parts. You want to do it, Sarah? I’m giving up the dumpster diving. I’ve got a nice nest egg and I’m taking the opportunity to focus on vintage parts,” Jack told my best friend.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Yeah, really. I could teach you. You wouldn’t have to deal with all the bullshit at school,” Jack replied.

  “I’ll think about it,” she said.

  “Good,” Jack told her. “You might want to do it as Dave though. Miniskirts, wigs and breast forms might make it tough,” Jack joked.

  “Yeah, that sounds like drab Dave kind of work. I’m a Diva. I might break a nail,” Sarah replied. Jack and I laughed. Then Sarah bid us goodbye.

  I thanked her and we hugged, then she hugged Jack too before she left on her bike. She looked hot riding her new bike. I wondered why she was in pleather shorts and leather knee boots instead of a skirt and heels. Then I took my new car and headed home after giving Jack a big hug and kiss, promising him a proper thank you later on. I left skid marks on the street as I left. There was no way that car was stock and I was going to get in trouble driving that thing. Good thing I was the District Attorney.

  I grabbed some clothes, hair stuff, makeup and such along with a little surprise of my own for Jack. When I got back to my soon-to-be home, Jack had steaks smothered in mushrooms and salads ready for us. We ate and drank a few beers out under the canopy enjoying the late evening warmth. I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was. I had a man that loved me and a best friend that accepted me for who I was. I had a group of friends that did the same. That’s all that mattered. My new position as D.A. and Jack’s surprising income were unimportant. As long as I had good people in my life, I was happy.

  “So we going to break this thing in or what?” Jack asked me referring to the new trailer and the bed inside.

  “You’re so romantic,” I replied.

  “That’s me. Mr. Romance,” he replied.

  “Why don’t you clean this stuff up and I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” I told him.

  “Hey, just because I don’t have a regular job doesn’t mean I’m going to play housewife,” he joked.

  “Shut up, bitch, and do the fucking dishes. Then get your pretty ass in the bedroom and you’d better be naked and hard,” I said in a gruff voice and took a swig of beer. Jack just stared at me, an eyebrow raised but a moment later, he sighed.

  “Yes, dear,” he said meekly and I giggled. I got up, bent to kiss his head and went inside to get ready. There wasn’t much to do. I put on some heavy makeup, stripped to my white stockings, satin garter belt and strappy heels. Then I put on the surprise I’d picked up for Jack. Once I had it secured, I lay on the bed and waited. Jack wandered in a few minutes later, naked and his big cock swollen as I’d ordered.

  “What the fuck is that?” he asked laughing as he discovered my surprise.

  “I haven’t been able to get the idea of fucking you up the ass off my mind, you sexy bitch,” I told him as I stroked the black dildo protruding from between my thighs. It was secured with black leather straps around my waist.

  “You’re crazy,” he said amused by the surprise.

  “You should be happy. This night’s all about you, sexy. I’m going to fuck you silly, baby, and make you my bitch,” I told him. Jack
shook his head as he laughed.

  “I’m not complaining. I fell in love with you precisely because you’re crazy...crazy sexy,” he replied.

  “Yeah, whatever, doll. Just get your ass over here,” I said turning the tables on Jack. I got up and let him take the center of the bed. He attempted to lie down but I didn’t let him. “Hands and knees, slut,” I ordered. Jack laughed at me but he did as I demanded. I grabbed a few things from the night stand next to the bed I’d placed there. As Jack waited, I pulled on black latex gloves and then popped open a bottle of clear lube.

  “You really thought this through, didn’t you?” he asked me.

  “I was going to do this anyway, but since you built me this aluminum palace and got me that sexy hot rod, I figure I owe you,” I replied.

  “Is that good or bad?” he asked jokingly.

  “Nervous, love?” I shot back as I poured lube on my gloves.

  “A little,” he admitted. I giggled.

  “Good. Same as I felt the first time I saw this monster,” I told him as I grabbed his cock with my slippery glove and began stroking. Jack groaned. This was kind of hot. I liked submitting to Jack but I might like this even more. My gloves and his shaft glistened as I pulled on his manhood as if I was milking him. “You’re so hard,” I remarked.

  “That feels good,” he replied.

  “I’m glad. Now, how does this feel?” I asked as I bent and began licking Jack’s backdoor.

  “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed. I tugged on Jack’s shaft as I licked and teased his ass with my tongue. This was amazingly dirty and arousing. Jack liked it too if his throbbing cock was any indication. I satisfied my deviant desires, pleasing Jack with my hands and mouth for several minutes. But this was just a pit stop on the way to the main event.

  I stopped eating Jack’s ass and poured some cold lube between his hard ass cheeks. “Ahh! That’s cold,” he complained.

  “Don’t be such a girl!” I told him as I began rubbing the lube around. Jack moaned and I thrilled at my ability to pleasure him. Soon, I was working a finger into my old man and he sighed as I worked past his resistance. “You like this?” I asked him.

  “Yes!” he replied a bit too eagerly.

  “You’re a dirty girl,” I teased him. I slid my finger in and out of him as I stroked Jack with my other hand. He was worked up now, breathing hard and throbbing in my hand. I took my time, giving Jack the opportunity to grow accustomed to my finger. “Turn over,” I demanded once I was satisfied he was ready. I’d have loved to pick him up and throw him to the bed like he did with me but he was too big. Instead, I spanked him hard.

  “Ouch!” Jack cried out as he lay on his back.

  “Big baby!” I replied as I began furiously jerking his cock. Jack tensed and I felt him swell in my hand. I kept up the pressure until he could take no more and then pulled my hand free. “Not yet,” I teased.

  “You’re amazing,” he told me, desire and admiration in his eyes.

  “I know,” I replied as I took my big black cock in my hand and pressed the dildo against his ass. Jack groaned. I pushed gently, retreated when I sensed I should, until I felt Jack accept me. His resistance melted and I plunged the black cock into him. Jack sighed at the beautiful sensations. “You like my dick in your ass?” I asked Jack as I grabbed his rock hard shaft in my hand and used it for leverage as I began to thrust.

  “You’re a goddess,” he said breathlessly. I laughed as I built up a head of steam. I was pleasantly surprised to discover the base of the dildo rubbed my hot little nub as I fucked my old man. Soon my lush hips undulated and my soft breasts swayed as I took Jack’s virginity. The act was so taboo, so forbidden. I found myself experiencing as much pleasure from the act as from any physical stimulation.

  “You sexy, slut. Take my cock, baby! Be my bitch!” I told him. Jack seemed to like the dirty talk as much as I did. “You like that? You like my cock in your ass?” I said and pulled my gloves off. I took Jack’s cock in one hand, leaned forward and slipped my fingers around his neck with the other, squeezing just hard enough to get his attention.

  “Fuck!” he growled as I fucked him harder. This wasn’t going to last long but it would be spectacular. I felt my own orgasm build as the dildo satisfied both of us.

  “You going to come for me, big boy? You going to come for Brandy? Are you going to make a big mess for me, Jack?” I asked him. Jack didn’t answer. Every muscle in his body was tensed. I fucked him as hard as I could manage, my soft body quaking with each impact of my hips against Jack. He groaned and grunted as I pounded away. I let go of his neck and slapped him across the face, but not too hard. I experienced a wild orgasm that drove my passion to new heights.

  “Look how hard you are, slut! Look at this big cock all ready to explode,” I teased as I stroked Jack’s slippery shaft. Jack growled and I came again. “I’m coming, baby. Come with me,” I demanded. Jack grunted as I tweaked one of his nipples. I thrust more slowly and stroked his cock less firmly. Jack arched and I enjoyed one last climax as I waited for him to erupt.

  Jack cried out and his cock absolutely exploded. He covered his torso with his orgasm as I continued to pleasure his ass. He writhed and squirmed under me as I tugged his manhood and coaxed more and more hot fluid from him. I was climaxing too but I barely noticed as I enjoyed watching Jack bask in the pleasure I provided. Too soon, however, it was over and Jack was left sweaty and gasping for air, covered in his own orgasm. But I wasn’t finished.

  I pulled the dildo from him and hurriedly unfastened the straps. I wiggled out of the straps and tossed the harness to the floor before climbing on Jack. “That was about you, this is about me!” I told him. I impaled myself on Jack’s cock and began riding him for all I was worth. Jack was still rock hard after his orgasm and I took advantage. Soon the whole trailer was rocking as I fucked my old man desperately.

  Pleasure washed over me, burning and delicious, as I frantically rode Jack. His hands squeezed my luscious body, mauled my thick curves, as I took what I needed from him. As the minutes passed, I was covered in perspiration, sucking air as I bounced on Jack’s hard manhood. I moaned and sighed, screamed and squealed, as Jack began to meet my soft behind with his own thrusts.

  “You got one more in you, old man?” I taunted him.

  “Damn, right,” he asserted. His hands seized my hips and suddenly I was thrown on to my back. Jack never left me as he reversed our positions. God, I wish I could do that to him. Jack took over, punishing my poor body with his massive cock. I shook and shimmied, writhed and wiggled as Jack’s violent thrusts sent shockwaves through my body. The room sparkled as the bliss overwhelmed me.

  “Yes! Fuck me harder, you son of a bitch!” I demanded. Jack grinned and did as I asked. Now his hand found my jaw and Jack forced his thumb into my mouth. I sucked it eagerly as I was unable to even scream. It was too good. Ecstasy ravaged me, tore through me and left me light headed. Finally, I shrieked as a wild climax that was almost too much to take consumed me. Then Jack pulled from me and tugged on his cock. Again, he exploded covering me in his second climax of the evening. The thick, warm fluid settled into the deep vales of my body.

  Was there anything sexier? Jack finished himself off but I could tell he was out of steam. Spent, Jack flopped onto his back next to me, leaving me covered in his warm seed. We both glistened with sweat as our chests rose and fell, our lungs burning from the exertion. We didn’t speak or move for several moments. Finally, Jack rolled over and draped an arm over me.

  “We need to do that more often,” he said. I burst out in laughter.

  “I don’t know. We might spontaneously combust,” I warned.

  “I’ll add a fire extinguisher to the shopping list,” he told me.

  “I love you, old man,” I said and kissed Jack briefly, still gasping for air.

  “I love you too, doll,” he replied.

  “You want to go for a drive and fuck me on the hood of my new car?” I asked suddenly. Jack didn’t reply rig
ht away.

  “I like the way you think, doll,” he said as he sat up and took me by the hand. Jack tugged me from the bed and began getting dressed. I slipped out of my garter belt and stockings, and found something more casual. We were a mess but who cared? We got dressed and out the door we went. I sprayed gravel from the rear tires of my Chevelle as we took off to find some deserted spot. Yeah, this is what life was all about.

  >>O<<

  “Hello?” I answered the phone.

  “Hey, kid!” Vic greeted me.

  “Hey, boss. How’s it going?” I asked my former employer and current adversary. My job was to put people in prison and his job was to keep them out of there. I respected his job and he respected mine.

  “Not bad. Hey, I had some interesting visitors earlier,” he told me.

  “Yeah?” I relied.

  “Those guys that attacked you on election night want me to defend them,” he told me.

  “Oh? Are you going to do it?” I wondered. I guess they needed a defense attorney. I recused myself and let the new Assistant D.A. handle the case. She was a young woman I’d promoted out of the pool of city attorneys. The acting District Attorney had left after he lost the election. He said it was to find greener pastures but I suspect it was to avoid me looking into his actions.

  “Depends. I know these guys are guilty. I mean, the cops caught them in the act. I’m a bit hesitant to represent them considering that I know you,” Vic told me. I knew what he meant. We were friends and there was a conflict of interest.

  “Are you afraid you won’t do right by them?” I asked him.

  “No, I just don’t want to...well, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to defend these guys if it will bother you,” he said.

  “Look, Vic. You taught me well. Even those dirt bags deserve the best defense they can get. I know you’ll do everything you can to defend them and you’ll do it ethically. I won’t be in court but I still look forward to my office going up against you. If you’re comfortable, take the cases. My office is ready and those losers will spend a long time in prison,” I told Vic.

  “Sounds like a challenge,” he replied.