I Knew You Were Trouble: Accidents Happen

by Potter, M. X.

  ***

  "My breasts aren't that dirty," Adeline said humorously, as I washed them for the third time. Something about soapy breasts, the way they were all slippery and soft, entranced me. I knew them as tools to feed babies, but I also imagined they were invented as my personal toys.

  "They are absolutely filthy," I joked, reaching around her to massage them again. I was half aroused, but the need wasn't strong. I was more than satisfied to just have her near me as the warm water caressed our skin. I really didn't want her to leave.

  "I want you to stay here with me," I said firmly, her breasts in my hands, warm water cascading between us. I was holding her from behind, almost dancing in the rain.

  "Ask me tomorrow," Adeline responded, smiling, "when I have clothes on." I chuckled at her sensibility.

  "My request will stand," I smiled, "but for you, I will gladly ask again tomorrow and the next day if necessary." I already knew I wanted her to stay, naked or not. I felt her wiggle her butt against my poor, tired cock. If she kept it up, it would rise again -- it was its happy duty after all. Adeline leaned her head back, and I kissed her lips. A surge went through me, something warm, comforting and very gratifying. It was more than sexual, something deeper and not as trivial. I broke the kiss and turned her in my arms and saw the same in her eyes.

  "It is too fast," Adeline stammered. It wasn't fear. It was the same confusion I felt. I pulled her breasts to mine and held her in the gentle warm rain. It was entirely too fast. It was also entirely too strong. It was also all I desired.

  I had intended to coax Adeline to another orgasm when I took her to bed. The kiss in the shower changed that. It seemed too forceful to mix more love-making with our confusion. I held her as she had held me last night. She molded into me, comfortable with our nakedness. Her arms wrapped around mine, making sure I wouldn't let go. My heart had opened and I had let her in. It was too soon, but I let all of her in. It was a flood I could not stop.

  Chapter Nine

  I sliced some of the leftover roast into small pieces. I had woken up before Adeline and had a desire to make her breakfast. Making omelets was the one cooking skill I possessed. I had no idea if a steak and egg omelet would excite her taste buds, but it had mine watering. I had the pan warming on the stove at three on the dial. Cooking omelets was a temperature game. If you got it right, you had firm yellow eggs encasing the guts. If you got it wrong, the eggs turned brown or were runny; neither was very appetizing.

  "Good morning," Adeline said sweetly. She had snuck up on me. I looked up at an angel in another of my t-shirts. Her hair was going every which way but where it was supposed to go. My heart leapt at the sight. No sunrise could compare to her. I dropped the knife on the cutting board.

  "I want you to stay here with me," I repeated my request from last night. Adeline wasn't fully dressed, but I desperately didn't want to forget.

  "Okay," Adeline replied with a smile. That was settled, so my apprehension died away.

  "Good morning," I said, pointing to a stool. "Coffee?"

  "Please," Adeline answered as she sat down.

  "I'm making steak and cheese omelets," I added as I moved to the coffee pot.

  "Sounds delicious."

  "I love you," I said stupidly as I poured her a cup of coffee. The silence frightened me for a second, and I turned to find her only an arm's length away. Her lips answered me. Words were no longer necessary. The world made total sense.

  ***

  Adeline and her sister had a rather heated phone conversation after lunch. I left Adeline to argue with Cathy, not wanting to get in the middle of two sisters. I already picked the winner anyway. Instead, I went back to fixing the hole. I put a layer of mud over the mesh tape on the drywall. I was rather impressed with my work. I went into the garage and duplicated my efforts on the other side of the wall. I had to shift some insulation around to try to preserve the thermal barrier. Other than that, it worked out as well as the inside had.

  "Very nice," Adeline commented, as I finished the mudding in the garage. She was still wearing only the t-shirt she donned this morning.

  "Cathy still upset?" I asked, knowing the answer. I was rather surprised how adamant her sister had become. It seemed so out of character for a sister to carry it so far.

  "She'll live. She played the 'mother card' and it failed, so she's pouting."

  "The mother card?"

  "You know, how disappointed my mother would be if she were alive today. That type of bull." Adeline said offhandedly.

  "Was your mother like that?"

  "I don't know," Adeline responded softly, "she died giving birth to me." I heard a little sadness in her voice. Cathy was trying to be Adeline's mother and doing a lousy job of it, but I suddenly had some sympathy for her.

  "Cathy raised you?" I asked, putting down my tools and moving toward her. I realized I knew so little about Adeline's life.

  "Yes," Adeline answered, pulling me into a loose embrace, "she was already in her twenties when mom died. I think I was an accident," she chuckled, "I kind of still am." The sadness was for never knowing her mother. "I always wondered if I would have been different if she hadn't died."

  "Then you wouldn't have rear-ended me," I said, smiling. Adeline's hands dropped down to my ass and she squeezed.

  "I do like your rear end," Adeline joked. She was in a playful mood. I was hit with a wonderful desire to see her squirm. I quickly put the lid on the drywall mud and grabbed Adeline's hand. She followed me willingly, her smile indicating she shared my desire.

  I brought her into the bedroom and pulled the t-shirt over her head. I was wrong, she wasn't naked underneath. She was wearing a pair of baby blue panties. She saw where my eyes were looking and turned.

  "You like my blue butt," Adeline insisted, as she wiggled her butt at me. "I saw you checking me out that first night." I laughed and slipped my thumbs into the elastic and helped her shimmy out of them. With a little dominate revenge, I pushed her lovingly onto the bed. She sat and I pushed a little harder until she was on her back smiling, her knees bent over the edge. I took in her visage, so wonderfully appealing. I dropped to my knees in front of her sex.

  "Oh!" Adeline breathed, and tried to sit up. I laughed and pushed her prone again. I slowly spread her legs and kissed the inside of her right knee. I kissed my way slowly up the inside of her thigh, taking little lip nibbles along the way. I loved the way her body reacted -- little quivers ran through her when I found sensitive spots. As I neared her sex, she tried to sit up again. I reached up, and she surrendered, on her back again. This time I held her down by massaging her breasts.

  I breathed in her scent as I let my lips pass by her sweet flower. I heard a disappointed moan as I started teasing her left thigh. I had power over her and I found it intoxicating. My desire was rising quickly, but I ignored it and concentrated on making her my toy, as I was hers last night. I licked my finger and ran it down between her folds. A tremor ran through her, and I tenderly explored. Her hips moved slightly, wanting more than tender.

  I studied her flower, so moist, using my finger to open her slightly. My other hand had to hold her down again. She moaned at the slowness, which made me think I was winning this game of mine. I lightly massaged her small hood and coaxed out her cute bud. It was glistening pink, proud and very sensitive. I sent strong shivers through her body by circling it with my finger. I could tell she wanted more, but clearly didn't want me to stop.

  I moved my finger lower, tracing Adeline's opening and slowly going deeper. I leaned my face forward and tasted her for the first time. Sweet nectar. Adeline groaned and tried to force her hips forward. I smiled into her pussy and dragged my tongue from my finger, up between her folds and flicked across her proud bud. I couldn't hold her down with the light force I was using. She popped up with her butt on the edge of the bed. I looked up into lust-filled eyes.

  "No more teasing," Adeline demanded, with an anxious smile. She was breathing deeply. I locked my eyes on hers an
d put my exploring finger in my mouth and followed with another finger, wetting them both. I watched her as I inserted both fingers into her. "Oh, Damon," she muttered, her hips moving to meet my hand. I moved my tongue back to her bud and began licking across it with more force. The flat of my tongue lapping, losing contact and regaining it again and again. She fell back, moaning deeply. I probed deeper, tucking my fingers upward, massaging her warm walls. Her movements were no longer her own, they were mine. My tongue and fingers controlled her jerking as I learned what she desired. Her opening widened, then closed hard and her legs began shaking. I did not stop as her back arched and she emitted a wonderfully delightful guttural sound. Her whole body shook, my hand flooded with her release, my tongue desperately trying to retain contact as she bucked in lust. Simply beautiful.

  I slowed as Adeline did. I sent small surges through her every time I flicked my tongue. She started scooting away, laughing as I continued. "Damon, please stop," she said desperately, trying to push my head away from between her legs.

  "Sensitive?" I asked with a devious grin. I wanted to tease Adeline some more, but thought it was drifting toward torture, so I stopped. I kept my fingers moving lovingly inside her. I enjoyed the heat I had generated. Pride filled me.

  "Very," Adeline said with sated eyes. She pulled me onto the bed next to her. "That was wonderful and lovely," she told me as she began unbuttoning my shirt. My arousal was more than evident, screaming to be let loose. Strangely, my mind wasn't as anxious. I was satisfied with her pleasure, happy I was the cause of it. She helped me remove my shirt, kissing my lips, then the newly exposed skin. She undid my pants, sat up and removed them, my cock jumped to attention. She lay back down next to me again, her hand wrapped softly around my shaft.

  "I have fears," Adeline said. Honesty was in her eyes. "I am scared I will hurt you one day. I don't think I could handle you hating me." I was saddened that she still thought herself cursed. I wished I could just reach into her and yank that idea out of her.

  "I could never hate you," I said softly. Jessica flashed in my mind, I wondered if I felt something similar with her when we first met. I didn't want it to be a lie.

  "It won't be on purpose," Adeline continued, "I want you to know I would never hurt you on purpose." I wanted it to stop. She was admitting defeat before battle was even envisioned. I pulled her lips to mine and tried to love the thoughts from her mind.

  "For whatever may happen," I whispered in her ear, "I forgive you." I felt her smile form on my cheek. Her hand began stroking me and her lips nibbled on my neck. I sucked in my breath, not expecting the passion to continue.

  "You're a fool, Damon Richardson," Adeline breathed, "my lovely, lovely fool." The feeling climbed quickly, her breathing so close to my ear, her soft hand and the love I felt. "I love you," she whispered. She was mine. Joy and passion exploded in me. What a lovely mess it was.

  Chapter Ten

  My phone rang during dinner. I was going to take Adeline out for dinner, but she preferred to cook. She found some fresh Halibut at the store and masterfully created a peach and pepper salsa for it. I thought it sounded ghastly. I tried it out of love. It was to die for. Adeline was born to tantalize taste buds.

  I looked at my phone and saw 'Bitch Barrow' as the caller ID. I quickly answered, kicking myself for not changing Jessica's contact info back.

  "You didn't call me back," Jessica started. Not even a hello.

  "Nope," I answered. I knew the one-word response would piss her off. I don't know why that pleased me. I promised myself I wouldn't hate her anymore.

  "You with someone?" Jessica continued. I smiled at my gorgeous chef.

  "Yes," I responded like an asshole. Adeline smiled back to me.

  "The same one who screwed with me before?" Jessica asked, more softly this time.

  "Yes," I said, then added, "it was just a joke. Sorry."

  "Are you happy?" Jessica asked. It sounded contrite and very unlike her.

  "What's wrong, Jessica?," I asked in response. You can't live with someone for years and not know when something was off. Adeline's eyes widened when I mentioned Jessica's name.

  "I feel like shit," Jessica admitted, "I had so much anger and now...well...I regret most of it." I wondered what parts she didn't regret. "I want to make sure you aren't wallowing in it too." She would never come out and ask. It just wasn't her way.

  "I forgive you, Jessica," I said, "and I hope you feel the same." I watched Adeline shift to a puppy dog 'ah' expression which almost made me laugh. It would have been very bad timing.

  "I do..I have," Jessica said excitedly. "and Damon?"

  "Yes."

  "Tell her she's a lucky girl," Jessica said pleasantly, then hung up. After four years of hate, Jessica had found her humanity again. She wanted to make sure I didn't hate her. It felt good to let her off the hook. It was a bonus that there wasn't a spark of hate running around the world with my name on it. At least we were able to split that fifty-fifty.

  "Jessica want you back?" Adeline asked, smiling.

  "That ship sailed over four years ago. She just wanted to make sure I didn't hate her. I think she was feeling guilty."

  "You don't still have feelings for her?" Adeline queried. She was testing me, carefully. I rolled through my recent call lists on my phone and showed it to her. She covered her mouth and laughed. I guess 'Bitch Barrow' had its uses.

  "Don't get jealous, I'm changing it back to Jessica as a gesture of peace only." Adeline laughed and nodded. I started the correction. I always hated the little digital keyboard. It made simple things, like a name change, a chore.

  "If you can put up with my sister," Adeline compromised, "I'll not hold Jessica against you."

  "Maybe we should make peace with Cathy too," I offered. I completed the name change and put my phone away.

  "She'll need a few more weeks," Adeline said stubbornly, "she's convinced Rose that you're no good for me."

  "Rose called you?"

  "While you were in the bathroom," Adeline replied, "they both think I'm your sex toy." I smiled and bit my lip. I was about to say how right they were, but thought Adeline might take it the wrong way. Male humor didn't always translate well across gender boundaries.

  "She said she was good friends with your mother," I fed Adeline, trying to find out more about her life. I didn't want to force direct questions. Adeline didn't seem fully comfortable with her past. I certainly didn't want my curiosity to ruin things.

  "That's what I am told," Adeline continued, "she always seems to be there when Cathy and I need her. Cathy won't admit it, but I think Rose helped us financially for many years."

  "What about your dad?" I asked, then kicked myself for the direct question. My curiosity moved faster than my compassion. Luckily, Adeline didn't seem to mind.

  "I don't think my mother knew; I think she was a player." Adeline didn't seem to feel any shame about it. "I had some pictures, before the fire. Other than that, I know practically nothing about my history. No grandparents, aunts or uncles -- just Cathy."

  "Then we'll give her some time then invite her out to dinner, neutral ground," I strategized. Adeline smiled and held out her hand across the counter. I took it in mine.

  "I am so glad I rear-ended you," Adeline admitted. I laughed.

  ***

  The four-day weekend went by too quickly. We were able to sand and paint the patched wall. I could hardly tell there was ever a hole in it. Adeline was able to get the stains out of the couch cushions. She also rearranged the entire kitchen. I was made aware of how I had screwed up in choosing the silverware drawer. To me, it made no difference at all, other than it made her happy to move it. I was happy with that.

  Work seemed fresh that morning. I guess that went with my new outlook on life. I knew what was waiting for me when I got home. I was in a meeting I had promised to attend and Emily was there as was promised to me. It was a reevaluation of a website that our department had developed. The users weren't happy with the sp
eed so everyone from hardware, networking and programming was there.

  We were half way through with James's hardware report when the receptionist, Mary, came in with bouquet of a dozen roses in a heart-shaped vase. I figured it was someone's birthday or anniversary. Mary passed the ladies and went straight to me.

  "What's this?"

  "They're for you," Mary smiled. It was a humorous smile. I looked at the flowers, then back at Mary's flushed face.

  "You brought them in here? Why not leave them on my desk?" Mary shook her head, her smile growing larger. She pointed to the note card sticking out from between the buds. I took it off its plastic clip.

  To: My sex toy From: Your sex toy I Love You