You Should Smile

by Lee, Renee

  He looked at me like I was from Mars. His pupils were dilated and it was like he was in a trance. Shaking his head back and forth, he seemed to will his mind back to reality as a massive grin spread across his face.

  “I…knew….it! I knew I’d seen you somewhere before when we met at that gas station! I wasn’t crazy!” His words came out choked in laughter.

  I was still utterly and totally confused. “What is so funny?”

  He was still grinning at me, shaking his head, as he continued. “Smiles, do you remember someone hitting the ball out of the park and it splashing into the pool? You dove in and got it and threw it back over the fence…..but you threw it from the fucking pool straight to the pitcher’s glove…..threw a softball longer than most guys can…..while wearing a flag bikini.”

  I began to nod as the memory hit me. “Yeah, I remember that. The guys started whistling and yelling, ‘God Bless America’ and other corny shit…..Yeah, I remember now.” I shrugged. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. I mean, I played college softball….I still don’t know why there’s a picture of me on your phone, though.”

  He grinned again. “I was the one who hit the home run! As I was running around first, I saw you dive in the pool. That was hot enough, you know, a girl in a bikini jumping in to the pool to get the ball…As I rounded second and headed to third, I looked up and saw the pitcher catching the ball. I was still running the bases, so I looked back and there you were, standing at the fence. It hit me…..That girl just threw that fucking ball from the fence to the pitcher!....It may not be a big deal to you, but it’s a big deal to a guy….especially when a hot girl does it…” He leaned in to kiss my lips quickly. “By the time I crossed home plate, I was definitely joining in on the catcalling. I told the guys in the dugout I was going to marry that girl. Of course, everyone in the dugout at the time wanted to marry you, too….I told them I saw you first….” Grin.

  He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tighter as he continued. “So I took out my phone and took a picture of you because you were the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. I’d just broken up with Gina and I didn’t think I was even capable of asking someone out again…..but you changed my mind. I was gonna go over to the pool and ask you out as soon as the game was over….but you all left during the 6th inning…..broke my heart….” He gave me creases.

  I tried to think back to that time. “Yeah, I guess that was at the end of the summer. We quit going once classes started because we never had time.” I looked into his eyes and smiled. “So, how random is that? Did you recognize me that day at the gas station?”

  He shook his head. “No, I didn’t know you were the bikini girl. I just felt like I’d seen you somewhere before, but I couldn’t place it….” He sighed and took in a huge breath. “This whole thing is so fucking weird! I forgot that picture was even still on my phone. Is that fate?”

  “I guess it is fate. You know, I remember standing at the fence, watching you run the bases. I remember thinking you had the best ass….I should’ve recognized it later. No one else has a baseball ass like you, Pickup Grinner.”

  “I cannot wait to tell the guys you are Bikini Girl. They are gonna flip the fuck out!” His eyes lit up. “…..Hey, how ‘bout you wear that flag bikini for me tonight, Smiles?”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  One sunny Fall day, Thad said he was taking me out to dinner. On our way to the restaurant, he glanced down and said, “Ugh, we need to get some gas, hon.” He drove for a bit and pulled into a familiar looking gas station. The realization of where we were hit me and I smiled at him. “Hey, this is our gas station, Pickup Grinner.” He gave me a huge grin and said, “Well, look at that. It sure is….” He got out of the car and began to pump gas as I sat in the front seat. After he finished pumping, he opened the door and said, “Smiles, can you grab my wallet? It’s in the glove box.”

  I opened up the glove box and saw a box in there. A jewelry box. My heart jumped in my chest, as I realized that Thad had come over to the passenger side and opened the door. He reached into the glove box and grabbed the jewelry box. Then, he got down on one knee and opened the box, revealing a beautiful yellow diamond, surrounded by smaller diamonds. It was gorgeous – simple, elegant, classy.

  “Shay Adrianne Elliott, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my everything. When I saw you standing here outside this gas station three years ago, you took my breath away. I wanted you then, I want you now, and I want you forever. Will you marry me, Smiles?” I could tell that my Pickup Grinner was actually nervous, as he looked up at me anxiously.

  I needed no time to answer. “Of course, I’ll marry you, Pickup Grinner. I love you!” He got up off his knee and leaned in the truck to kiss me with promises of forever.

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  Our wedding was amazing. Grant was my man of honor. Chris was Thad’s best man. Dean Sullivan, who’d gotten one of those licenses to conduct marriage ceremonies online, was our officiant. She’d become a very close friend, as well as a trusted advisor to me. I remembered what she’d said once about last names and decided to keep my own. Thad had understood. He’d said that he loved me no matter what my last name was.

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  We went to Hawaii for our honeymoon. The second night we were there, we sat outside on the patio of the hotel on the beach, just taking in the sunset. He reached over and grabbed my hand as we relaxed.

  “Love you, Smiles.”

  “Love you, Pickup Grinner.”

  “So, you wanna try anal?”

  I laughed out loud. He was constantly teasing me about the anal thing. And, as usual, I replied with a “Maybe…”

  He started grinning his famous grin and said, “You keep saying maybe, but maybe is basically a yes with extra incentive needed…..You’ve got your extra incentive now.” Grin.

  I looked at him, perplexed. “Huh?”

  He pointed to the ring on my finger. “There’s your incentive. Plus, you got to keep your name. Two extra incentives.”

  I laughed and shook my head at him. “So because I’m your wife and got to keep my name, it’s only fair that you get to try anal?”

  He nodded and bit his lip to hide his sexy grin.

  “Dr. Reeding, we really need to work on your logic skills,” I teased. Then, a thought ran through my mind. “Have you ever done it before?” I did not want to think about him having anal sex with someone else. Aaaaahhhhh!

  He shook his head. “It’s always one of those things guys think about, Shay. I’ve never done it before, no, and haven’t even wanted to try until you.”

  Feelings of warmth ran through me and I wagged my finger at him. “Oh, you’re good, Pickup Grinner. You’re good.”

  Big sexy grin.

  “Okay, I’ll try it. If I don’t like it, we won’t do it anymore, yes?” I asked.

  “Absolutely….Wait, did you just agree?”

  I nodded in the affirmative and smiled.

  “Fuck yes….” He sat back in the chair and grinned.

  “Let’s go out first and hit the town. I think I’ll need to head to Blitzville for this to happen. I need to be loosened up a bit, I think.”

  “Oh, you’ll be loosened up, don’t worry.” He raised one eyebrow and nodded his head dramatically.

  I rolled my eyes. “I can’t believe I married a fourteen-year-old….”

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  I was well into my second margarita at dinner before I started feeling the warmth and effects of the alcohol. I always made sure I didn’t go too far since that night at Moe’s. Blitzville was fine, but drunken stupor was so not fine.

  I was feeling good. I was wearing a cute red bikini with a sarong and I had a golden tan. I felt free and uninhibited as we ate at a casual place on the beach. I looked at Thad across the table and batted my eyelashes. “Hey, Pickup Grinner, you about ready to go? I think I need one more drink and I’ll be at Blitzville, if you know what I mean….”

  Thad took th
is information in and glanced over to the side. Our waiter was about fifteen feet away. He screamed, “Hey, Sir, could we get another margarita to go and the check please? Thanks!” I laughed at his impatience and he just grinned and shrugged his shoulders at me.

  We walked hand-in-hand along the beach back to our hotel, as I sipped on my margarita. When we passed a drug store, Thad said he had to run inside to grab something.

  Once we were on the hotel elevator, he reached over with his hand and cupped my ass. “Gonna get in that…..Fuck, I’m so hard already.”

  “You are insatiable!” I admonished, shaking my head.

  “When it comes to you, Smiles, I am. Yes I am.” He nodded slowly and smirked.

  When we hit our floor, he lifted me up over his shoulder, caveman-style and hauled me to our room. I was laughing and screaming at him to put me down. He swatted my ass instead and screamed, “Finally gonna get in that!”

  I was crying tears of laughter and hoped that no one saw us in the hall. Oh well. Fuck it. We were on our honeymoon, after all.

  He kept fumbling with the key card and mumbling, “Fuck. Hate these things,” before he finally got the door open. He ripped off my sarong and threw me on the bed, in just my red bikini.

  “You are so amazing….” He stared at me for a second and just stood there. “I love you so much.”

  At one time, that would have made me feel exposed, but with him, I just felt beautiful. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bikini top and let it fall. As he watched with lidded eyes of passion, I slowly reached down and pulled off my sandals, then meticulously moved my fingers up my thighs and reached my bikini bottoms. Slowly, I pulled them down my legs, keeping eye contact with Thad as I did so. I was glad I decided to get a Brazilian before our honeymoon. Turns out, he’s a big fan of completely bare.

  I could tell he was trying hard not to pounce.

  “Now you, Pickup Grinner. Take off that shirt and shorts for me.” Thad grinned and pulled his shirt up over his head. Once it was off, he flexed his muscles to accentuate his abs and arms.

  “Oh lord. You know I love it when you do that,” I moaned. My husband was hot. Scorching hot.

  I continued to watch, fascinated, as he pulled his swim trunks down and released his already hard dick. I tried to imagine his dick in my ass and my eyes went huge.

  He knew my daydream moments so well now. “It’ll fit, Smiles. I bought some lube at the drug store. We’ll try it slow. If you don’t like it, you tell me and we’ll stop. Promise.”

  I nodded. Despite being at Blitzville level, I was still nervous. I trusted him, though, and I was also a little bit excited about trying something new. Plus, it was hot seeing him want to try something so much with me – and only me.

  He grabbed the lube and sat it on the nightstand next to the bed, before sliding on the bed with me.

  His mouth was like fire, scorching my swollen lips. I let his tongue control the movements between us, rolling, sucking, biting. His hands, still calloused yet gentle, made their way to my breasts, where he began pulling on my nipples gently as he kissed me. My hands traveled along the lengths of his muscled back, scratching him lightly, leaving a light trail from my fingernails. He groaned in response.

  “I’m gonna make you come first. Lie back.”

  I did as I was told and he moved from kissing my mouth to kissing my aching nipples, sucking on each one, twirling his wet tongue around the taut buds. His finger found my wetness and dipped inside once, using my wetness to circle my clit expertly in powerful circles.

  “Not enough. I wanna taste you,” he mumbled, before moving from my breasts and trailing kisses down my stomach to my inner thighs. He nipped playfully with his teeth near my inner thigh, working his way up to my aching clit.

  “Dammit, don’t you tease me, Pickup Grinner,” I moaned.

  “Tell me what you want, Smiles.”

  “I want you to lick me!” I bellowed.

  “I want to hear you say it. Tell me where you want me to lick you.” He knew I hated that word and he always tried to get me to say it.

  “Oh my god! Lick my pussy! Just make me come!” Ms. L. was raging with fire.

  I knew he was grinning because I knew him. He whispered, “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

  Then, his hot tongue circled my clit as he worshiped me between my legs. I knew I wouldn’t last long. He began to finger me slowly with one finger as he licked and sucked on my clit. And just when I thought I was near the edge, he took his pinky finger, licked it, and placed it at the front of my ass. He just put the tip of his pinky in, barely, as he continued to finger and lick me. That was all it took. I screamed in pleasure.

  “Oh shit….YEEEESSSSSSS!” My climax was powerful and intense. I jerked on the bed violently as the waves went through me. He continued to work his magic with his tongue and fingers as I writhed. It was too much. I lifted his head with my hands and made him look at me. He grinned.

  “That was so good….So good.”

  He kissed me tenderly. “Are you sure you wanna try this?” His brows furrowed with concern.

  I nodded. “Yeah. I want to.”

  He sighed. “God, I love you. Okay then. Turn over and get on all fours….”

  I got in that position and waited. His hands made their way across my back and down the cheeks of my ass as he took in my body with his eyes. I got lost in the moment as his rough, yet feathery, touch cascaded across my body. His hands went down to my ass again and he squeezed both cheeks with his strong hands.

  “I love your ass, Smiles. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to fuck you in the ass.” Then, he smacked it – hard.

  I muffled a scream and bit the pillow. Another person, another time, and a comment and action like that would’ve sent me running for the hills. But not with him. He made it all sexy and loving – even if the words and actions were dirty and hot.

  I heard him fumbling with the lube and then I felt something cold as it hit my opening. He massaged the lube around and whispered, “I’m gonna put my finger in there first…try to get you used to it, okay?”

  I nodded and choked out, “Mmmm Hmmmm…..”

  I felt his finger enter and I bit the pillow again. It felt…..different. Not bad, just different. Then he began moving his finger around and pushing it further in. The sensation was somewhere between the line of pleasure and pain. I began to get used to the feel of his finger inside, though, and soon my body was adjusting. I felt his finger go all the way to the knuckle, and when he flexed his finger inside, I screamed and bit the pillow again. It was starting to feel good. Really good. And when he took his other hand and began to finger my pussy at the same time, I came again – bucking my ass against his fingers, screaming in ecstasy.

  I was vaguely aware of him removing his fingers from me and moving into position behind me. I felt the tip of his dick near my ass and then I felt it begin to break that barrier. Again, I bit my pillow and waited for the strange sensation to set in. I heard him grunt loudly as he thrust his hips ever so slowly, sliding further inside. The pain had subsided and I felt the pleasure again.

  “Holy shit. It’s so fucking tight….” He rolled his hips and thrust again a little harder and I could tell that he was finally in all the way. That knowledge made me wetter. Then, he began to move. Oh. My. God.

  I screamed again, this time in pure pleasure, as his thrusts became smoother and more disciplined. On instinct, I began to buck my ass back into his thrusts.

  “Oh fuck….Not gonna last long. Too much…..” His voice came out as a choked rasp.

  His movements got more frantic, as he began pumping into me harder. I could hear his breathing, hitched and panting, as he moved. The bed started banging against the wall. I wanted to laugh at that thought, but I filed it away, instead concentrating on the pleasure behind me.

  “Touch yourself, Shay. Come with me….I can’t hold out much longer.” In response, I circled my oversensitive clit and was on the verge of my clim
ax when he growled out, “Shit, I’m gonna come….sorry.” He screamed so loudly I thought the whole hotel would hear.

  The knowledge that he couldn’t even hold himself back from coming made me come, too. My body began convulsing with pleasure as his dick throbbed inside me. We came down from our sexual high together, as one. He pulled out of me carefully before laying down beside me. I was still lying on my stomach and he rubbed his hands across my ass and up the middle of my back.

  “Did it feel good for you? Tell me how it was.” He rained kisses across my shoulder as I turned my head toward him. He looked concerned, hesitant even.

  “Honestly, I didn’t know if I would like it, and it took some time to get used to it…but it was good. Really good.” I smiled at him and he beamed.

  He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, kissing my lips softly. “Good, Smiles. It makes me happy that you liked it.”

  I smiled at him and teased, “I don’t guess I need to ask whether you liked it or not?”

  “Fuck no. I came so hard I thought I would die.” Grin. Big grin with creases and all.

  Epilogue: Five Years Later

  Thad came into the house in his softball uniform after playing a game with the guys at the park. I couldn’t help but stare as he slid off his cleats at the door and entered the house. He still looked the same as the day I met him, but with a few more graying hairs on his head. Those only served to make him hotter – more like a distinguished sex god. I continued to stare at him as he walked into the kitchen. He went to open the fridge and I noticed how his ball pants were tight across his ass. As he grabbed a carton of juice and began to drink from it (eye roll), I watched his chiseled arms underneath his uniform shirt. We’d been married five years and I still got hot just looking at him do mundane, everyday things.

  We are still imperfectly perfect together. We have our moments. I married a passionate man. His emotions are extreme in everything he does – romantically, sexually, angrily. I actually look forward to angry, rough sex with him now, though. It’s hot. He’s learned to control his rage and neither of us drink all that much anymore. I’m no saint, either. I blurt out what I think without consequences. I tend to avoid things, though I don’t let myself run away anymore. I’ve learned to face my problems with him, together. Loving someone means accepting their worst qualities and loving them anyway. We are imperfectly perfect together because of our flaws.