by Amy Brent
I watched as everyone milled about in little groups at Becky’s wake. Some of the attendees offering more words of comfort as they passed by Ross, who downed drink after drink until he was not even able to stand straight. He was given a chair which he slumped into. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I went to his side, kissed his cheek and told him I had to go. I slipped a card from my motel into his jacket pocket with my phone number on the back in case he needed to talk, and then I called a cab and got the hell out of there, nursing another case of broken heart, this time in sympathy for the man I still loved.
It was almost midnight when I heard a banging on the door of my motel room. I got up out of bed, clad in my shorts and singlet and headed to the door of the cheap and nasty hotel I had gotten for the single night I was going to be here for Becky’s funeral. I opened the door to find a very drunk Ross standing there, wavering as his taxi left the hotel’s car park.
“Ross…” I said, surprised at him even coming to the hotel. “How did you know what room I was in?”
“Ashked da night mamager…” he slurred at me. “Cann I come in? Shooshan?” he asked. I smiled, opening the door for him to come in. “Come on, you shouldn’t’ be alone tonight.” I said as I led him to the double bed and settled him in where my body heat still warmed the bed. I tucked him in and settled myself down on the uncomfortable looking couch.
“Shooshan… Come into bed wif me…” Ross said with a terrible slur. His breath could kill the immortal undead, but I nodded and got into the opposite side. He snuggled close against me and soon had his hands over my body. He was drunk, and his hands fumbled more than caressed my breasts, then down to my pussy, I didn’t want to take advantage of him in the state he was in, but oh god I wanted this man.
I chose the chivalrous route. “Ross, sweetheart, you need to sleep off the drink, I’ll lie here with you but no funny business okay? It’s not right, you just buried your wife today, just close your eyes, and sleep. I’ll be here.” Ross’s hands stilled, but he held me close. Noisily breathing in the scent of my hair.
“You’re my best friend, Susan, I love you.” He mumbled sleepily. I looked down at him with tears rimming the lower lids of my eyes.
“I love you too, Ross, I wish you truly knew just how much.” I leaned down and kissed his temple, before I too drifted off to sleep.
Ross
My life had gone from absolutely wonderful one moment, then absolute fucking train wreck the next. My Becky was gone, my job prospects were in the gutter and now, I was living in a two bedroom apartment with a collection of almost a thousand beer bottles. I had to wade through them to get to the filthy kitchen. I had hit the lowest of the low points, the next stop would be either the gutter, or buried beside Becky.
It had been three months since we buried her. The day after her funeral, I woke up in some cheap, dingy motel alone in bed with the housekeepers knocking on the room’s door telling me it was checkout time, and that I had to get out. There was a note from Susan, telling me that she was there if I needed her, any time of the day or night and had a new phone number on it. In my hung over state I had left it in the room, and the cleaners had tossed it out with the trash.
I spent most of my days drinking myself into a stupor and watching my old games on the laptop. There was a couple where the women’s team played before the guys and I watched Susan run the gauntlet of other women each trying to steal the ball from her to score for their team. She never let them get it off her. That was my Susan. So beautiful, so graceful, She was the one I had let get away. I had heard that she was going around with another guy from another Frat House. It was too late after I married Becky that I had found out that wasn’t true, too little too late. I was happy… Was.
Now I was in a drunken state, sleeping off my latest round of brain-cell-murder with alcohol as the deadly weapon. I slept most of the day and drank most of the night. I dozed in my filthy recliner, only to be rudely woken up by the noises of my bottles being tossed into their cartons. The smell of stale beer rousing me from the apathy. I blinked in the suddenly too bright room, some asshole had opened the dirty curtains, letting noonday sunshine invade my gloom.
“Hey, close the fucking curtains.” I growled.
“Shut up Ross, you need to let the sunlight in.” a familiar voice snapped back. “I had heard you were in a bad state but this is ridiculous, get your ass out of that chair, and into the shower while I try to find you something clean to wear and clear out these damned bottles.
Susan stood there looking very much like the proverbial guardian angel, sans wings. Well she would look like an angel if angels wore pink rubber gloves and a tidy apron. She also had a determined look on her face, the sort of look that I called her ‘game face’. That look that you never messed with her when it was on.
I stumbled from my chair and staggered into the shower. I stripped nude and let the cold water wake me up. Susan was here! How did she know I needed her so badly? She had been on my mind for the last month or so as I finally came out form the black cloud that had covered my life since Becky’s death. I still grieved for my lost wife. I came out of the shower with only a towel on, sobered up by the cold water. The smell of dishwashing liquid and cleaners chased away the stench of stale beer. Susan was scrubbing hard at the coffee pot and some mugs. “Got some clean clothes here for you, your mom dropped them by.”
I shook my head, then regretted it as a headache hit me hard.
“Susan, what are you doing here?” I asked her as she scrubbed, her body bent over the counter, strong, lithe and damned sexy as she scrubbed my counter. Her perfectly rounded ass moved with her hips as she scrubbed. How come I had never taken notice of that ass in college!
“I’m helping you get out of your pity party and back into the real world. Your bills are at the stage where your utilities are getting cut, your phone has been shut off already. I have paid your bills, so you owe me about seven hundred dollars.” She rinsed the coffee pot, then set it into the percolator to fill with fresh coffee when she turned the machine on. She then rinsed the cups and filled them with coffee, handing me one.
“I’ve taken a job teaching at one of the local high schools here. I need a place to stay, your Mom said you might like a housemate.” She snorted, a cute sound that got my cock twitching, I wondered how she would feel with me buried balls deep within her. My heart fluttered a little as I thought of the prospect of Susan, My Susan entwined with me in my queen sized bed. I had gotten rid of all the furniture that had been a part of my old life with Becky, it held too many painful memories for me to hold onto. I simply kept a few treasured pictures of us, at graduation and our wedding.
I didn’t think as I moved closer to Susan. My hands reached up and took her face, pulling her lips against mine I knew as soon as they touched, I had loved her for a long time, from her response. I could tell that she too, had loved me. My towel fell from my hips and my body responded. I yanked off the apron that covered her. The floral dress that she wore surprised me. I pulled away for a moment before I dived back in to kiss her, my hands unbuttoning her dress to reveal her perfect breasts. My tongue traced her jawline, as I licked my way down to those flawless, hand-sized breasts.
My perfect woman was right here, I knew it as I slipped her dress from her body. She trembled at my touch with excitement. She was the one who would bring me back to life, as evidenced by my hardened cock. I licked my way down to her panties, pulling them down slowly to inspect my prize, I could smell her arousal, and see how wet Susan’s panties were, knowing she was as ready for me as I was for her.
I stood and lifted her onto the cleaned table, gently parted her legs and returned my mouth to take sweet possession of her pussy. Her moans and gasps of pleasure were musical as my tongue slid along her damp folds. Her honey tasted like heaven. My beautiful Susan ran her hands through my hair, encouraging me to take her higher. I brought her to the edge with my mouth before I stood and kissed her, my hand angling my hard on at h
er entrance. With a grunt of pleasure I entered her, she gasped at my entry, her hands running along my shoulders to my back, nails slightly dragging along my skin. And I knew from the sharp little pains on my back that this was real. I began thrusting inside her, our bodies connected physically and spiritually, I knew that when the time was right, I’d have my Susan as my wife. I looked into her eyes as I took her on the kitchen table, and I knew that she understood and wanted to be with me, when our time was right to be man and wife.
Susan
I was the blushing bride as my father escorted me down the aisle to my groom. Ross looked gorgeous as he stood there. Our venue was a small public garden. It was cosy, perfect for our small wedding. Ross had gone the big wedding route with Becky, and I had never wanted a big church wedding.
The last six months had been hard at times for Ross, but we had learned to live life again, together. Filled with passionate lovemaking, tears, hopes and dreams that we were working hard on, one of those dreams would, in about six months become a reality. I smiled as I placed my hand on my belly. The time to tell everyone was here, and what more perfect place to celebrate our new family than our wedding.
The Celebrant bound us as man and wife and we kissed, I had whispered something to her prior to the ceremony kicking off and after the cheers had died down the Celebrant held her hands up for silence.
“The Bride and Groom also have an announcement to make.” She said, the expectant silence greeted me, I held Ross’ hand and grinned.
“We’re expecting!” I said with a huge grin on my face. Screams and cheers of joy echoed around out little park, parents playing with their children on the playground stopped and looked over at our little wedding party before they went back to their children’s play. Ross and I were swamped with hugs and kisses. I looked around and saw that Ross’ groomsmen were pulling something out of their bags.
“Oh no…” I said, pulling Ross close. “Your College buddies are at it again.” Ross looked over to them and then to me, “Wanna make a break for it? I think they got Nerf guns.”
Ross kissed me on the temple before he pulled out a bag of his own from behind a chair. Inside was a small padded vest, which he slipped over my wedding dress, and then handed me a Nerf gun, before handing them to my bridesmaids
“Nah, let’s take them on.” He said with a grin as he armed himself. Our wedding guests looked at the spectacle about to start, and wisely backed away as Ross’ groomsmen attacked the rest of the bridal party.
As the Nerf darts began to fly, I knew one thing was for certain - My life with Ross was going to be one hell of a fun ride!
The End
HIS SECRET BABY
Chapter one
“You can’t be serious. This is something that only the guys should be involved in. We don’t need the embarrassment of a woman deciding that she can do something like this. Do yourself a favor and bow out now, before you become a laughingstock of the office.” Leslie Spencer was always considered the ugly duckling, but she had learned to love who she was in the mirror. She might’ve been a little bigger in the hips, but her natural D cup breasts really did draw the boy’s eyes to her like a moth to a flame. That was never more evident than when Evan came into the office and started to flirt with her shamelessly.
“You’d think after all of these years that people would be more progressive in their thinking. Today, there are many sportscasters that are women, where it was primarily a male dominated profession. You see women screaming for their home team. It’s not just the man who gets to enjoy the spectacle of competition.” Evan was a man that grew up in an old fashioned household. If his father ever found that one of his children was dating a woman of color or even considered playing for the other team, then he would most likely be disowned and thrown from the house.
“Think about what you are doing. The guys don’t know yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Once they get a look at the list of those that are competing, they’ll know that you were going against them. They don’t like you much anyway.” Leslie was the one that either made their life miserable, or gave them a moment of reprieve. She was the manager of the office and it was beholden to her to make sure that everything was run in tiptop efficiency. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t be their friend and their boss at the same time.
“I’m just a little sick and tired of all of these preconceived notions that men need something for themselves. You don’t see women complaining that men can’t be in the kitchen. You would think that a woman’s enthusiasm for sports might actually be a turn on.” Leslie had never done the conventional thing. There were times that she shocked just for the sake of putting people on notice. Men in particular walked round in their own bubble and sometimes she had to burst it to get their attention. Whether it was with her stylish and seductive clothing, or even the way that she wore her hair, she was never considered normal by today’s standards.
“For a girl that likes to dress like you are in the fifties, you would think that you would have the same kind of mentality.” Evan was upset and now he was lashing out for the sake of getting his pound of flesh. Leslie was not only in the sports pool, but she had even started to play fantasy football with some remarkable success. Evan knew that if his father was here he would be rolling around in his grave.
Even though Leslie knew that Evan was not happy, it didn’t stop him from ogling her otherwise prominent assets. She never claimed to be pure, as the driven snow. There were guys that found her to be quite attractive, but there were also times that she felt like they were looking at her with distaste. Her curves were her best feature, but it was her attitude that made most men think that she wasn’t worth the effort. Outside the office, she was a little different, but still standoffish when it came to men and their advances.
The posting would be on the board in a few minutes and she could almost hear the gasp of disapproval from those men that were still living in the Stone Age. The girls would most likely think that she was doing them a favor, but there would be others that would believe that she was only doing it to get underneath the skin of the men.
Being an only child, Leslie had never had what she considered to be a normal upbringing. Her parents were scientists and they believed that anything that was worth doing was worth doing right. She felt like they were helicopter parents. Anything that she did, she felt like she could do better. It was their accusing eyes and disappointment that made her strive for excellence. She did not settle for second best in her life or personal life. It was the reason why her relationships never lasted more than a couple of months. She always found some kind of fault that would lead to the man in her life to walk out that door and never look back.
It almost was like music to her ears, as the posting was made. The collective gasp and the murmurs in the crowd were not unexpected. She got some dirty looks from the guys and some thumbs up from the girls. There were a couple of guys that started to laugh at her expense and she knew exactly how to exact some sort of revenge. Somebody was going to have to work weekends and overtime and apparently Steven and Joseph had just volunteered.
It was nice to be in a position of power. It was the one aspect of her life that she believed that she had control over, even though her personal life was dismal at best. She could never get over how men constantly stared at her like a piece of meat or tried these lame come ons that sounded too ridiculous to even mention in public. There were those cheesy ones that made her shake her head and there were those that were creative, but still just as sleazy. They would’ve gotten more flies with honey. Asking her out for a drink or going to dinner or a movie would’ve been a good first step.
She was tall at 5’9, 180 pounds and there was no substitute for her flaming red hair. What most people didn’t realize was that the carpet didn’t match the drapes. Nobody really knew much about her and the fact that she really didn’t like sports had never come up in conversation.
She got this little giddy thrill out of knowing that she was maki
ng people uncomfortable. The guys in particular were not exactly happy and showed their displeasure by turning a blind eye to her. It was only after she called them on the carpet that they would have to abide by her wishes or hit the highway.
Leslie took her love of the fifties and turned her drab clothing into a fashion forward. She especially loved wearing pants suits. It made her feel like she was literally wearing the pants in the company. She did like to flaunt what god gave her and didn’t mind showing off the boulders on her chest. She kind of found it to be a wicked release of endorphins to make the men stumble all over themselves in her presence. At first, she blushed at their awkward attempts to see down her blouse. After a while, she started to make a game out of how to make them squirm in their seats.
“You really don’t have any boundaries, Leslie. I applaud you for throwing your name into the hat, but these guys are not exactly happy with you. It has always been one of them that wins every year and now you have the possibility of taking what they think is theirs. I think it’s a damn shame that they still don’t understand that women can do what men can and maybe better. Every time that you do something like this, I have to bow down. You’re paving the way for the rest of us. You’re breaking those glass ceilings, not unlike those women that found a way to vote.” Tammy Marx had seen a real shift in attitude around here. It all came from Leslie stepping on some toes and making herself the one that everybody feared.
“I’m doing this for all of womankind. There has to be a time and place where we can stand and say that we’ve had enough. Do you think that I got where I am by giggling at some owners joke. I live on my talent and I let my credentials speak for themselves. I’m not saying that I don’t like the attention. Every woman dresses to impress and we would be lying to ourselves if we said that we didn’t want them to look.” Leslie had never wanted to be in a position of power, but her parents had taught her that life was about making statements.