by M T Stone
“Thank you, Peggy,” Mandy says, accepting a hug from her.
“I’ve known her since she was a little girl. How is your dad doing?” she asks after pulling back a bit.
“He’s doing pretty well. She’s been sick for a long time, so they had both accepted the inevitable,” she says with sadness once again dominating her features.
“Well, you tell him hello from me. I hear you are having a private service for her?”
“Yeah, Mom didn’t want a fuss. You know her.” Mandy sighs.
“Well, I have a fresh peach pie for you to take with you when you leave,” she says. “It was your mother’s favorite.”
“Yes, it definitely was her favorite.” Mandy tears up again. “Thank you Peggy.”
“My pleasure. Now you two have a good night,” she says with a rather judgmental look on her face.
“Oh, I’m not staying,” Mandy quickly retorts, setting the record straight. “I just wanted to make sure he got in okay, being a city boy and all.”
“I understand, dear,” she replies, with a strong note of skepticism.
We both just stare at her while she slowly closes the door and creaks her way back down the hallway to the staircase. Mandy gets a big grin and says, “Okay, maybe this is a little weird.”
“You said it, not me.” I slip my arms around her and pull her to me, hoping to pick up right where we left off in the car.
“I don’t think we can do anything here. Especially tonight,” Mandy resists my advance. “Not after the look she just gave me.”
“Does it really matter?” I ask, not wanting Peggy to stand in our way. “You’re a grown woman, an attorney for Christ sake.”
“I know. This town just makes me feel like a kid again. Everyone is so conservative and judgmental. You saw how Peggy acted,” she replies, taking a step toward the door.
“The thrill of being caught makes it even more fun,” I tell her, pulling her to me once again. “I can be very quiet and very good at the same time. Come on, let’s get away with something.”
Mandy
After a long day of wanting him, my defenses are quickly diminishing. “We have to be very quiet,” I reply sternly. “The last thing I want is to make a scene.”
“I understand.” He unhooks my belt and pops the button on my jeans. My pulse immediately quickens, watching him ease the zipper down. I smile to myself wondering how smoothly he is going to be able to get my jeans off of me. I know exactly how difficult they were to put on.
He grabs the only loose denim behind each knee and pulls firmly until the waistband gives way and pops down over my butt. “You’re better at this than I thought, but what about my boots?”
With a sexy smirk, he pushes against my abdomen sending me backwards onto the bed. He grabs hold of both boot heels and within seconds my jeans and boots are all in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. “God, you look sexy,” he murmurs while slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“I think you better turn off the lights, just in case,” I reply, with a vision of Peggy opening the door running through my mind. “There is a lock, right?”
He turns the old metal latch, locking the door and turns off the light. There is still plenty of light streaming in through the window, however. “Perfect,” he says, letting his pants drop to the floor. My skin begins to tingle the moment his lips touch the tender skin between my thighs. I can feel his hot breath against my panties as he pauses. “The bed didn’t seem this squeaky earlier,” he whispers.
“I guess I wasn’t paying attention to the bed.” I laugh. “What you were doing was much more intriguing.”
He shoots me a grin and begins unbuttoning my blouse starting at the bottom and slowly working his way up. I find his slow, methodical and persistent movements extremely tantalizing and begin wishing that we could simply rip each other’s clothes off and make as much noise as we want. I squirm toward him making it easier for him to reach the top button of my blouse.
Trey
Based on the way she is already squirming and showing signs of impatience it will be interesting to see if we can remain quiet. The only way to be quiet on this squeaky old bed is by using very slow and deliberate movements. The fact that this slow, seductive approach is completely turning her on is just a fortunate side effect.
“God, I love the way you taste,” I whisper while kissing my way from her navel to the little silken bow at the center of her bra. I skim across each breast with my lips feeling her hardening nipples rising beneath the lacy material. She moans softly, lifting her back to encourage me to unhook her bra. I oblige of course.
“That feels better,” she whispers upon the release of tension across her chest. “I love the feeling of your naked body against mine.”
The old bed lets out telltale sounds as I slip her panties down her legs. I should’ve taken them off earlier. I decide to remove mine as well releasing a burst of squeaky noises that would normally be associated with someone settling into bed. “Now we’ll try to be quiet,” I tell her, cozying up right next to her.
Mandy
Restraint has never been my strong suit, but I’m more content now that we are snuggled into the warmth of each other’s arms. I push back the covers just a bit to compensate for the heat being generated by our intertwined bodies. Trey begins to slowly run his hand over my body once again, as if there wasn’t already enough sexual tension within me.
“No more teasing,” I tell him to no avail.
“I just love how you feel,” he moans softly, continuing a series of soft, sweeping motions. “I love running my hands over your body.”
I reach down between his legs and begin returning the favor. If he thinks he can continue teasing me without any retribution, he is wrong. Within a couple of minutes he pulls away from me, so I nudge him to move between my legs. He obliges, much to my relief.
“I’ve waited all day for this,” he whispers against my skin. “I want to savor you.”
He tugs at my nipple with his lips, causing my breath to catch. He moves his hips so I can feel his hardness against me. “Make love to me.” I reach for his sides and pull him toward me.
“Shhh…” He replies, reminding me that we are trying to be quiet.
Part of me wants to flip him onto his back and go wild, but that little voice reminds me that I will regret it the next time I see Peggy. I take a deep breath and relax as he suggested, deciding to let him to go at whatever pace he desires. He begins to slowly kiss his way back down my stomach and lingers just below my belly button. He is such a damn tease.
I push against the crown of his head encouraging his lips to continue the slow and tantalizing journey to their destination. After several light, titillating flicks using only the tip of his tongue, he finally takes my swollen folds in earnest. Using every ounce of restraint, I resist the impulse to scream out in sheer ecstasy. As the first wave of pleasure recedes, I take a long deep breath preparing for the next wave that follows right behind it. Keep quiet, keep quiet, I keep repeating to myself. Just focus on breathing.
Trey
I have to chuckle to myself as Mandy’s hips wriggle beneath me and her breathing becomes ragged and choppy. Each time she comes close to an orgasm, I back off allowing her to recover momentarily before increasing the intensity once again. Her abdomen begins to flex and her legs are trembling uncontrollably. She lets out a gasp indicating that she can’t take anymore. I love driving her right to that point where I can feel she is about to lose control.
“Please stop,” she whimpers, grabbing my hair with both hands and pulling me up toward her.
“I love that,” I whisper and begin a slow ascent, taking into consideration that the ancient springs beneath us were trying their best to betray us. “You did well,” I mutter against her earlobe after slowly making my way up her overheated body.
“Oh, you were killing me,” she murmurs, giving me a love tap on the back.
“But in a good way, right?” I smile against h
er cheek before spreading her legs and moving between them.
“Please… no more teasing,” she whispers in a more demanding tone.
I kiss her hard and move deep within her causing an immediate shudder of delight and an equally intense groan from the old bedsprings beneath us. Fuck this! I roll off the side of the bed and reach for her hand lifting her to her feet. I grab the comforter and pull it onto the floor. “I can’t take it anymore!”
I lower her onto her back and pick up right where I left off, giving her my full length against the hard wood floor. “This is much better,” I moan as I really feel her beneath me and get the full impact from each movement within her. I feel a surge of lust as I begin to fuck her with an intensity that matches how I have been feeling inside ever since the moment I saw her at the airport.
Mandy
The touch, scent and feel of Trey, combined with the feeling that we were getting away with something, is sending me into the most aroused state of my life. The way he is making love to me leaves no doubt in my mind that his level of passion matches mine. Each stroke is firm, but smooth, erotic but caring… it is utter perfection.
My lips reach for his and we engage in an extended kiss while he continues to increase the intensity of each stroke. The electricity dances through my entire body as I kiss him hard, yearning to show the level of passion that is burning within me. No one has ever made me feel so wanted, so sexy… so alive.
“Oh, God!” I gasp as he shifts just slightly and begins hitting me at just the right angle. Any thought of Peggy, or anyone else, hearing us is purged from my mind and replaced by a sheer electric pulse that emanates from the absolute core of my being. “Right there… don’t stop… please don’t stop!” I catch myself yelling.
He continues to thrust his hips, while covering my lips with his to muffle my cries. I can’t help expressing my feelings verbally. He is all I want right now and I want him to continue what he is doing to me. He has been taking me to places where I’ve never been sexually as well as physically and I’m eager to see what lies beyond the current moment.
“I fucking love you,” he groans as he begins to thrust even deeper and harder than before, smashing his lips against mine. I feel his sweat mixing with mine as he pins my hands to the floor and delivers the final long, hard strokes that send both of us into an oxygen starved oblivion.
“Holy shit,” he exclaims as he collapses next to me gasping for air. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“It was perfect,” I assure him, kissing him with intensity equal to what he had been bestowing upon me. “I love you too,” I tell him despite the fact that he had made his declaration in the heat of the moment.
“I’ve never said that before,” he whispers against my lips. “It just feels like we were made for each other.”
“I know,” I whisper back. “It’s incredible. The only thing that can make it even better is if you spoon me while I fall asleep.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he replies lifting me from the floor and tossing the comforter back onto the bed. After I make myself comfortable, he nestles in behind me placing his warm hand on my thigh.
My mind begins to reflect on how Trey had come into an awkward situation, spent the day with my family and is now sleeping in a total dump compared to what he is normally accustomed to and yet there hasn’t been a single complaint. Hearing him say I love you, however, is what is really blowing my mind.
CHAPTER 12
M andy
Trey’s phone starts chirping just after six am. I pick it up since it’s sitting only inches from my face. “It’s a text from Vanessa,” I say, handing the phone off to him. It would’ve been nice if she had waited an hour or two, but she probably doesn’t realize we are in a different time zone.
“Anything new with Tyler?” I ask, rolling over and stretching my arms out in his direction.
“No. He hasn’t done anything since yesterday morning.” He scowls at the phone while scrolling through messages. “They are getting a little worried.”
“Does it normally take this long to come out of something like that?” I manage to ask while yawning.
“It’s usually quicker, but he is detoxing at the same time. His body is going through some serious shit at the moment, so it’s actually best if he sleeps through as much of it as possible.”
“He was that hooked on pain killers?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow.
“Yeah, Vanessa figures he was up to a dozen pills a day,” Trey admits. “He’s been on them for so long that he had to take high doses to get any relief.”
“Why does he need them in the first place?” My mind just can’t wrap around the idea of someone so young needing to be on pain medication full time.
“He had a lot of knee pain after multiple reconstructive surgeries, so he kept getting refills and I don’t think he ever got off them long enough to see if the pain would subside on his own. His primary doctor didn’t see any harm in it, but that was back before they really started looking at the addiction rates.” Trey rolls to the edge of the bed and stands up. “I knew where this was headed a long time ago. I told Mom that he either needed to be checked into drug rehab or he would end up in a death spiral.”
“Why didn’t she do anything about it?” I shake my head in sheer wonderment.
“Because, Mom is a closet alcoholic and both Tyler and I know it. Even when we were young boys Mom would smell funny when we got home from school,” he explains while slipping on his clothes. “I remember her and Dad arguing about it late one night when I was ten or eleven. It got even worse after that.”
“Does she still drink like that?” She seemed to be so composed and in control when I saw her in New York.
“Vanessa says she has been drinking again,” he replies while his phone starts to ring this time. “Her ears must’ve been burning.” He looks up at me with a smirk. “Good morning, Mom. What’s up?”
His facial expression turns grim as he listens to what she has to say. “This is exactly why I was worried about him,” he says in a disgusted tone before pausing again. “I know, but I don’t think he would want to be conscious right now anyway. They have him on a full detox regimen. That’s why they were using Narcan.” He walks to the bathroom and closes the door. I take the opportunity to get up and get dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. I knew I should’ve gone home last night. At least it’s early, everyone will probably still be sleeping so I can sneak in and clean up.
“I need to shower and take care of a few things,” he says, emerging from the bathroom obviously agitated. “I found a limousine service and they will have me to your dad’s place by about ten.”
“That’s fine, but don’t expect the limousine to be anything like you are used to,” I snicker. “Is everything okay back home?”
“No. I need to be involved in the conversation when Tyler’s doctor comes in this morning. He’s scheduled to be there in about forty minutes.” He sighs. “Mom and Vanessa are clueless as to what’s going on. They aren’t asking the right questions.”
“I totally understand. We aren’t going out to the burial site until noon, so take your time.” I walk up to him and give him a kiss on the lips. “Thanks for a wonderful night.”
“It was pretty great.” He curls the corner of his lip. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Bye, sexy.” I smile back at him before turning toward the door.
“By the way… Mom sends her condolences to you, Darla and Ray,” he adds in an afterthought. “She wishes she could be here.”
“Thanks. I’ll let them know.”
Walking down the hallway, everything seems quiet on the main floor. I left off my boots since they would be impossible to keep quiet on the creaky staircase. I know I’m a grown woman, but Peggy has the demeanor of a stern grade school teacher and I really don’t want to deal with her this morning. I scoot past the little registration desk undetected before stopping at the door to step back into my boots.
“Thank you,” I tell her with a sigh. “I’ll let Dad know it’s from you.”
“You do that dear and I’m sure I will see you back here later tonight.”
“Most likely,” I agree, pushing my way past the screen door. I guess that wasn’t so bad after all.
Trey
After a lengthy conversation with Mom, Vanessa and Tyler’s primary care physician everyone is finally on the same page. The doctor explained why he hasn’t come out of his coma yet and that it is not because of a change in his prognosis. He simply wants him to remain sedated while his body works through the worst of the detoxification process.
Both Mom and Vanessa seemed more at ease after the call. It seems as if the doctors are primarily dealing with Tyler’s drug addiction and not just the overdose. I give Mandy a quick update as we drive to her mother’s memorial service.
“Do the doctors know that he might have been poisoned instead of overdosing?” Mandy asks as soon as I stop talking.
“I don’t think so. I didn’t get into any of that with them. They most likely have to treat it as a suicide attempt until some absolute facts come to light. Right now it’s all speculation,” I tell her with a queasy feeling in my gut. “Are we spreading your Mom’s ashes today?” I ask, simply to change the topic.
“No, they won’t be ready for a few days, so we’ll have to do it some other time. But at least we can say a few words and give everyone a little bit of closure this way,” she says as we turn the bend and head down toward the creek.
“This looks like a pretty nice spot to spend eternity,” I comment as we drive toward the clearing. The trees lining each side of the road make for a grand entrance and I can see the big oak tree that Mandy has mentioned in the center of the clearing.