by Lee, Renee
“Ah! Shit!” I screamed.
He began pumping his hips quickly. There was no romance in this scenario. This was a fast fucking – a desperate man screwing the hell out of a seductive reporter.
“Do you like it when I fuck you, Ms. Avery?” Thad growled.
“Yes. Oh yes!” I could barely stay in character.
“Tell me you like it when I fuck you.”
I moaned, relishing in the feel of his dick pounding into me from behind. “I like it when you fuck me.”
“Do you want to come, Ms. Avery?”
“God, yes,” I whispered – and I meant it.
Thad reached around me and began rubbing my clit as he continued thrusting into me from behind. Then, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you walk through that door….”
His words were all I needed. Suddenly, I was screaming as I came – violently, throbbing along his dick, gushing.
“Fuck, I can feel you come. You’re gonna make me come so hard – and when I do, I wanna do it on your tits.” Oooh, good one. I was impressed. As he continued thrusting into me, I went on and pulled my bra down below my breasts, exposing them, propping them up.
His voice was gravelly. “I’m gonna come. Now.”
He pulled out and I bent down to my knees. His hand was stroking his cock, hovering over my breasts, as he threw his head back. His face was contorted in a look of pure pleasure as the first rope of come erupted across my breasts. He finally looked down and guided the next few spurts, gazing at the view below with intensity. “Fuuuucccckkkk yyyyeeeessss,” he groaned.
Neither of us spoke for at least ten seconds. I had no idea if we were still playing or not, so I went ahead with my role. I smiled seductively up at him and licked my lips. “Thank you for a fantastic interview, Mr. Reeding. Don’t worry. I’ll be very discreet, I promise, when I write the article. You have nothing to worry about.” I rubbed his come across the swell of my breasts.
Staring down at my hands, he mumbled, “Fuck that is sexy.....”
As if remembering his role, he finally said, “Thank you, Ms. Avery. I think we should do another interview the next time I’m in town for a game – don’t you?” Panty-dropping grin.
I nodded. There was no way anyone – fake reporters included – could resist that grin.
He held out his hand to help me up. “Love you, Pickup Grinner,” I whispered as I kissed him, ending the game.
He pulled me in tight. “Jesus, Smiles. That was a good one. That whole ‘fuck my mouth’ thing? Whoa….” He shook his head, still grinning.
I shrugged and smiled.
He continued to tease me. “Let’s be honest here....Who wouldn’t cheat on their wife with Ms. Avery? She’s hot as hell....”
I rolled my eyes and teasingly slapped his arm. “Behave.”
He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “Never. I’ll never behave as long as you’re around. You’re my weakness, Smiles.”
And he was my strength.
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Three nights later, we were watching Finding Nemo with our three-year-old daughter Rosa (yeah, after Rosa Parks – who else?). She’s the spitting image of her father – bright blue eyes, dark thick hair, and a grin that will win anyone over. She has her daddy wrapped around her finger. Even her Uncle Grant isn’t immune to her charms. When Grant and Ethan come over, I always find her convincing them to be her guinea pigs for facials, tea parties, and nail paintings. When I try to point out the obvious stereotypes there, Grant gives me the evil eye. Without real complaint, though, he finds himself playing dress up and putting on plays with her. Thad and I laugh over who is more dramatic – my best friend or my three-year-old child.
I got pregnant with Rosa about two years after we got married. We’d talked about children from the beginning, but I was working toward tenure, so we weren’t really “trying” to have one yet. At the same time, we weren’t really doing anything to “prevent” it, either, so we were going to be content either way.
The day I found out I was pregnant was the second time I’d ever seen him cry. I knew something felt different, so I took a pregnancy test around 5:30 a.m. while he was still asleep. When the positive sign came up, I left the test sitting on the sink for him to see when he woke up. I took a cup of coffee out on the front porch and read a magazine as I waited on him.
I heard his running footsteps down the hall. He saw me on the porch and opened the door, his head sticking out.
“Is it true?”
I nodded, smiling at him.
He came out on the porch and lifted me into his arms, hugging me tightly, spinning me around. His words were choked and full of sentiment as his tears fell. “I love you so much, Smiles. Thank you…..”
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And as we lay there together three years later watching the cartoon movie, I thought to myself how much had changed in my life over the previous decade. My movie selection had certainly changed. The classics and indie films had been replaced with Disney and Pixar. That’s the price you pay, though, when you have kids. I loved every second of it. Besides, these modern cartoon movies were actually pretty funny, even for adults. I wouldn’t admit that out loud, though. My movie snobbery only allowed me to go so far.
“You ever think we’d be watching Finding Nemo, Pickup Grinner?”
He turned his head and grinned at me. “The Shay I first met would be appalled, wouldn’t she?”
I laughed and nodded. “Probably.”
Our little girl then looked up and blurted at me, “What’s a picka gwinna? You always call Daddy dat.”
Thad began tickling her and teasing her about how she just blurts things out without thinking. (I can’t even possibly imagine where she gets that from.)
I smiled at their antics and stated softly, “It’s someone who steals your heart and soul, little one.”
Thad stopped tickling her and grinned at me, a big sexy one. Then, he mouthed, ‘I love you.’
I glanced at my husband as he held our little girl close to his chest, his eyes focused back on the screen. My heart filled with love and I thought about how in the movies, there’s always a dramatic, over-the-top happy ending. You know, the guy runs through the rain to reach the girl before she gets on the plane; the hero saves the maiden and tells her he loves her; the cowboy rides off into the sunset with his gal…..
In real life, though, “happy endings” don’t really exist because they never really “end”. Happiness is in the small, everyday things – like the contented moments with your husband and child.
That’s my happy ending.