“Baby Girl,” I say softly, loving that her scent is all around me as I settle onto my back.
“Yeah,” she replies as she closes the last curtain and walks back to the bed, looking down at me.
“Come lay with me for a bit.”
Without question, she shimmies out of her short-shorts before pulling her Thor t-shirt over her head. She then unfastens her bra and lets it fall to the floor before she hooks her fingers into the sides of her panties and pulls them down those gorgeous legs of hers.
I chuckle to myself. She never ceases to amaze me. Here I am trying to be a gentleman and subtle about getting her under me and she bypasses all of that. My cock is instantly hard as she slides naked under the sheet next to me. She gives me that innocent look before she turns her back to me and scoots back until she is the ‘small spoon’. I run my hand down her side, past the dip in her waist and the curve of her hip before lightly gripping her there. She responds by pushing her ass into my hard cock.
“I thought you were tired?” she asks pushing her ass against me again, which causes me to hiss.
“I am, but I am never too tired for you.”
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Olivia – a little after 4pm
I wake up to soft kisses making their way up my spine. I smile to myself remembering that Isaac is back from his trip and in my bed. I find myself raising my hips when I feel his big hand cup my pussy from the back.
“You awake Baby Girl?” he asks, murmuring the words against my bare shoulder. My reply is to raise my hips a little bit higher and spread my legs. He chuckles and sinks in two fingers knuckle deep before he pulls out and starts to slowly finger fuck me.
God – this man! What have I done to deserve him?
He slowly and methodically finger fucks me until I can feel myself about to cum, but before I can, he stops.
“What time will your parents be here tomorrow?”
What? I don’t want to talk about my parents! I want to cum.
“Isaac,” I whine.
“Okay, okay.” He chuckles before his fingers start to move again – delving in and out at an excruciating slow pace. When he removes one finger and starts to rub my clit, I bite down on the pillow, muffling my moans. When his fingers leave me again, he instructs me to close my legs and I do. His body covers mine - his chest to my back and his cock is nestled between my closed legs as he straddles me.
“Lift your ass a bit.” I do and his cock slides through my wetness before it slides all the way home. I am fully awake now as he pumps into me with long and unhurried strokes. By the fifth stroke, I am clutching the sheets.
“How does it feel?” He whispers in my ear. His hands move from their resting place by my head and grab my hands, prying them from the sheets. He laces his fingers with mine as he continues with his slow, deep strokes.
“Baby Girl – tell me…how does it feel?” This time he lightly nips my ear.
I let out a soft whimper when I try to move my hips and realize I can’t. Isaac chuckles softly in my ear.
“Can’t move, can you?”
After a few deep and shiver inducing strokes, he speaks again.
“Come on, Baby Girl…I asked you a question.”
He does some kind of swivel with his hips and I let out a low moan. I know he is talking to me, but I have no idea what he is saying. I find myself clenching around his cock, biting the pillow as my orgasm hits me and he continues to stroke into me all the while whispering in my ear.
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We are lying in bed and he is telling me about his trip. Our legs are entwined, my head is on his shoulder and I am lightly tracing my finger across his chest. I love the intimacy of the moment. When I trace my finger around his flat dark nipple, he catches my hand.
“That tickles.” He laughs lightly and I try to do it again, loving the sound of his deep laugh.
Giving up, I prop myself up on my elbow so I can look down at him.
“I’m hungry,” I say.
He tucks a wayward braid behind my ear.
“You want to cook, order in or go out?”
“Let’s go out. I have a taste for Greek food and the place I want to go doesn’t deliver.”
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Isaac
After a quick and grabby shower together, I quickly dress and leave Liv to get ready.
“I’m going to go and take care of Chewy. Will you be ready when I get back?” I ask as I watch her sit on the bed with her phone in her hand. She is texting back and forth with my sister and has yet to get dressed, still clad only in a towel. I know I have a good twenty to thirty minutes before she is ready – plenty of time for me to feed and walk Chewy.
She looks up to me and gives me a smile.
“Yeah – I’ll be ready.”
Chewy must be starving because he woofs down his food in less than three minutes. I grab his leash and Liv’s spare house key from the hook in the hall and Chewy and I are on our way. Even though Chewy has 24/7 access to the backyard, he still likes to go for his daily walks.
We walk for fifteen minutes or so before returning to the house. As we approach the house, I see a dark colored sedan pull into the driveway of Liv’s house. I can see the outline of the occupants as I walk past. I pause for a bit, but they make no move to exit the car. I walk up the porch steps and open the door with the key, closing it behind me and locking it. I bend down and unclip the leash from Chewy’s collar. He toddles of to the kitchen, presumably for his water bowl.
I stand at the window next to the door and peek through the blinds. The car is still in driveway. I contemplate going back out there, but I have no idea who it is. Instead, I head back to the bedroom to see if Liv is ready. As I enter the bedroom, she is sitting on the bed, putting on a pair of sandals.
“Hey, are you expecting anyone to come over this evening?” I ask as she looks up me and stands up. She is wearing a short little dress that I know I will enjoy stripping from her later.
“No, why?” she replies as she comes up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“There’s a car in your driveway. It pulled up when Chewy and I were returning from our walk. They have yet to get out of the car.”
She gives me a cute frown and before she can respond, the doorbell rings. She removes her arms from around my waist and steps around me, walking out the room. I catch up to her at the end of the hallway.
“Let me get it,” I say as I head to the door.
“Who is it?” I ask when I reached the door.
“Boy, you better open this door,” an angry disembodied male voice says.
“Daddy?” I hear Liv ask in an astonished voice behind me. Then to me she says, “That’s my daddy.” She moves me to the side to open the door.
She opens the door to an angry looking older gentleman, who looks a lot like Liv and an attractive older woman, standing behind him, looking amused.
“Daddy! Mama! What are you guys doing here? You are not supposed to be here until tomorrow evening,” Liv exclaims.
“Yeah, well surprise Sweet Pea,” her dad deadpans. “We’re early. Now, do you mind telling me why this boy here has a key to your house?”
Liv rolls her eyes.
“Daddy, just stop!” She has her hands on her hips and she and her dad are having some kind of staring contest; neither one of them is saying a word.
The woman whom I assume is her mom, shakes her head, chuckles and walks around them before coming to stand before me.
“You must be Isaac. I’m Ruby Simone, Olivia’s mother,” she says as she looks up at me. She has the same big brown eyes as Liv, but that is about it. Liv looks more like her dad.
“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s behavior. He is under the impression that his Sweet Pea is still a little girl. He seems to forget that she is quite capable of making her own decisions.” She looks back over her shoulder at her husband and daughter still having a stare down on the porch.
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Olivia
Daddy and I are staring each other down as we stand on the front porch. His weird gray-green eyes are boring into my brown ones. I am aware of my mama ushering Isaac into the house and closing the door softly behind them.
She knows how stubborn her husband can be and she knows that when I get upset enough that I will stand my ground, which is what I am doing now. I refuse to let Daddy act like an asshole to Isaac. About two minutes have passed, maybe more. All I know is that my eyes are watering and I am sick of this. I sigh, walk past him and lean against the porch railing.
“Daddy,” I say looking out onto the street. “Please don’t act like an a-hole to Isaac. He’s important to me.”
I can feel him come up next to me and lean against the railing too. Instead of looking out on to the street, he looks at me.
“That boy has a key to your house, does he not?” he asks – sounding so much like the lawyer that he is right now.
I turn to face him and I try to keep my voice calm as I speak to him.
“His name is Isaac, not ‘that boy’ and Isaac does not have a key to my house. He was using the spare key that I keep in the hallway. Because we are going out to dinner, he volunteered to walk Chewy while I got dressed. This is why he had a key – my spare key - so he could lock up when they left and get back in the house when they returned.”
He just continues to look at me and I really can’t tell what he’s thinking, which pisses me off. So I decide to add on a bit more.
“This is my house – yes Grammy left it to me in her will – but it is still my house; my name is on the deed and title. I mean no disrespect when I say this, but even if Isaac did have a key to my house; it would be none of your business.”
I see his jaw clench and I wonder if I have gone too far. Still leaning against the porch railing, he turns and looks out on the street.
“You say he’s important to you?” he finally asks after a few moments.
I nod, knowing he can see me.
“How long have you known that - …Isaac?”
I turn to face the street as I reply.
“Since March.”
“Is he good to you? Does he have a job? Is he a homeowner? Where is he from and have you met his folks?” Daddy rattles off the questions in rapid succession.
I take my time and answer all his questions, knowing that he likes to have all the facts, no matter if they are relevant or not.
“How old is he?” Daddy asks when I finish.
“36.”
“Too old for you,” he says almost instantly.
I tilt my head at him and grin. “Aren’t you five years older than Mama?”
He turns his head briefly and winks at me before looking back onto the street.
“Do you love him?” he asks in a serious tone.
“Yes,” I say softly.
“Does he love you?”
“Yes,” I reply again.
A few minutes go by as we enjoy the light breeze rustling through the trees.
“I’m getting too old for this shit,” he mumbles and then adds on, “I thought I had a few more years until I had to deal with this.”
“A few more years,” I giggle out. “Daddy, I’m 32. Did you think I would wait until I was 40 to fall in love?”
He gives me a sheepish look.
“Maybe. Paris is 35 and she has yet to fall in love or introduce a boy to us…” He trails off.
“What about the guy she brought home last Christmas?” I ask. I know Mama figured out the guy was nothing more than Paris’ plaything, but I wonder if Daddy caught on too.
He gives me a look to let me know that he knew the guy was a plaything too.
We are quiet for a few more moments.
“So,” I say. “We are going to go inside and I am going to introduce you to Isaac. Then you are going to let Isaac and I take you and Mama out to dinner because I am starving and you are not going to act like an a-hole to Isaac - right?”
He lets out a light laugh as he turns towards me and pulls me into a hug. My daddy gives some of the best hugs. He places a lingering kiss on my forehead before he replies.
“I’ll try Sweet Pea, I’ll try.”
Chapter 8 – Old vs. New
Olivia – Late July
On a Friday night in late July, I arrive at the restaurant five minutes till 7pm. At 7:15pm, Jacqueline and Taylor have still not arrived. I should know better as they are rarely on time. I finally decide to get a table instead of waiting at the entrance. The hostess seats me and lets me know that she will send my friends back when they arrive.
The waiter comes over and takes my drink order. As he leaves, my phone buzzes with a text. It is from Jacqueline.
Jacqueline – Where are you?
Me – Already inside. You’re late. Just give the hostess my name and she will show you to the table.
I put my phone away, not waiting for a response. I am little irritated and I really don’t want to hear or care why she is late.
A few minutes later, she and Taylor are walking towards the table, looking like they just stepped of someone’s runway – they must have come together. No matter the occasion, they both always look so put together. I instantly wonder if my black and pink strapless maxi dress and sandals are too plain. I feel sexy in it, but when I look at them – both wearing form-fitting dresses, with their hair and make-up model perfect - I feel plain. I have curled my micro braids and pulled them into a high ponytail and my make-up consists of barely-there eyeliner, mascara and my favorite pink-tinted lip-gloss.
When they arrive at the table, they both give me air kisses. I try not to roll my eyes at the gesture. By the time they are seated, along with their oversized purses, the waiter arrives with my glass of wine. Jaqueline gives me a look.
“Since when do you drink wine?” she asks.
“Since now,” I reply. “I like the taste.”
And I do. I can thank Ivy, Maddie and Zoe for my new interest in wine. I like the taste and as long as I stick to the dryer white wines, it doesn’t give me a hangover like Jack and Coke can sometimes. I take a sip from my glass of pinot grigio. I swear I can taste the crispiness of a green apple as it caresses my tongue and trickles down my throat.
The waiter asks them both what they would like to drink.
Jaqueline orders her ‘signature’ cosmopolitan – which she will only take two sips of before she abandons it–while Taylor orders her ‘signature’ apple martini – which she will abandon after two sips as well.
When the waiter leaves, Taylor immediately whips out her phone and starts texting or whatever she does with that thing - which is par for the course. Jaqueline turns her attention to me and starts in.
“So Olivia…I hear you have been keeping secrets. A little birdy tells me you have a boyfriend.” Jaqueline gives me a smile that shows off all of her thirty-two teeth. I know better – I know the little birdy that told her my so-called-secret. Her sister-in-law saw Isaac and me together at the movies a few nights ago. It’s not a secret either. I would have told her earlier, but she is always busy when I call and never calls me back. I decide not to bring that up and just play along.
“Yeah,” I say coyly. “I do.” My cheeks are aching from how hard I am grinning. I spend a few moments and tell her all about Isaac – even how we met. When I have caught her up, the waiter approaches us and asks if we are ready to order. Before we can utter a word, someone calls out my name.
I look up and see Ivy, Maddie and Zoe approaching our table –all with matching mega-watt smiles. I instantly pop up from my seat, meet them and give them hugs. Before meeting Isaac and his friends, I was not a hugger – but now – I am totally a hugger.
After releasing Maddie, I ask, “What are you guys doing here?”
“Having dinner of course!” she replies in her lyrical accent.
This makes me happy – happier than meeting Taylor and Jacqueline after not seeing them for almost six month
s.
“Do you guys want to join us?” I briefly glance at Taylor and Jacqueline and then back at Maddie.
“We don’t want to impose,” she says.
I don’t even consult with Jacqueline and Taylor before I respond.
“You are not imposing at all!”
I greatly welcome their company because Taylor and Jacqueline usually bore me to tears. Maddie quickly confers with the hostess and before I know I know it, a few bus boys are moving some tables and chairs and we are all sitting together.
“So, who are your little friends?” Jacqueline asks in her ‘mean girl’ tone before she takes a sip of her drink.
She can be such a bitch.
I smile at her anyway as I introduce her and Taylor to Zoe, Ivy and Maddie.
“So how do you all know each other?” Taylor asks, finally looking up from her phone.
I am wondering if I should mention that Zoe is Isaac’s sister and that is how I met them all. Before I can ponder it too long, Zoe chimes in.
“Livy here is dating my brother.” She gives me a warm smile.
Taylor and Jacqueline give each other a look before Jacqueline says, “Well – isn’t that convenient – so you all are friends now I suppose?” She gives me a smile that oozes bitchy-ness. “And what will you do when your brother – Isaac is it – and Olivia break up?”
I gnash my teeth and take a healthy sip of my wine. I hate it when they do shit like this. However, as always, I keep quiet and let her continue, knowing that if I interrupt or try to defend myself, my humiliation will be much worse.
“What makes you think they will break up?” Ivy asks hotly as she leans across the table, looking directly at Jacqueline. “Wait a minute, fuck that. I will come back to that in a minute. We are Livy’s friends no matter what. Yes, we met because she’s dating Zoe’s brother, but that is okay. Even if she wasn’t dating Isaac, we would still be her friends.”
The waiter chooses that moment to come over and take their drink order. They all order wine. I try to look anywhere but at Zoe, Ivy and Maddie. I know they are wondering why I haven’t said a word. I have known Jacqueline since the second grade and trust me, it is easier to let her run her mouth with her insane bullshit than to try and stop her or argue with her. Yeah, I could tell Jacqueline to go fuck herself, but I am not one for drama, I like to keep the peace and avoid confrontation.
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