Connections

by Amber Bourbon

  Brad leaned in close, his breath warm and moist against her ear, “That couch you want for the apartment, is yours. After I sign this guy, all you have to do is suck his cock dry.”

  “Just a blow job?” She needed to hear him say it one last time.

  “Just a blow job, I don’t want him fucking that pussy of yours. You know I like being the only man cuming in you.”

  Shayla smiled, “Good, let’s get him signed.”

  They’d returned to the table, made the small talk before returning to Brad’s office. As soon as ink was on the page, Brad excused himself leaving Shayla alone with his new client.

  “We should celebrate.” She smiled as she opened a bottle of champagne Brad had on hand.

  “What’s a sexy little thing like you doing with a guy as old as him?”

  Shayla smiled as she poured three glasses, letting her glass over flow just enough before she took a long sip, “Being with Brad gives me connections to the fine young studs like you.”

  “So really, you just hang around him so you can get guys like me huh?”

  She led him over to the couch, “Can you blame me for wanting a chance like this? To drink champagne with a future star of the NFL before every woman in America is desperate to suck your cock?”

  He smiled, “Well, how am I to stop you from getting the chance to do what millions of women will only dream about.”

  Shayla watched as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock from his briefs. He wasn’t as big as she expected him to be, but he was already hard. “You’re giving me such a pleasure.”

  “Enough talking, how about some sucking?” He held his cock with his fingers, shaking it at her as if that was going to make her horny.

  She smiled before sliding off the couch and pushing his legs apart, taking his cock from his fingers into her own as she stroked him. Wondering how much time Brad was going to give her to do this as she licked her lips before opening her mouth.

  “Mmm,” He moaned, his fingers digging into her head as she bobbed up and down, as he urged her to go faster.

  Shayla wiped her lips with a cocktail napkin while she watched him zip his pants up. She picked up her glass of champagne and gulped down several large sips just as Brad came back into the office.

  “How are you two getting along?” He acted perfectly oblivious to what his girlfriend had just done, even after setting it all in motion.

  “Wonderfully,” Shayla smiled, as she tried to process everything she felt.

  Shayla shook her head at the memory that had been a long time ago. She wasn’t the same girl she was then; it had shaped her, no denying that. It wasn’t all her years with Brad—and she had spent years as his mistress. It was everything she’d experienced when she lived in this room.

  “I need a shawl or cardigan or something.” She finally spoke to herself, breaking her out of her reflective state as she wandered into the hallway going towards her Mother and Father’s room. She’d missed them once again, while she was in the shower and they were already gone. Apparently they weren’t very eager to see her either.

  As she opened the closet, she was surprised by how full it was. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her mother in anything besides jeans and a sweatshirt. Yet there were gorgeous gowns in drycleaner bags, silk blouses that appeared to be older than Shayla. Pushing them aside as she looked for something she could use to make this outfit look a little less sexy.

  As she stepped back she saw a pile of what looked like scarves on the shelf. As she pulled one down it came with a cardboard box. She caught the box, almost falling backwards as she coughed on the dust.

  She placed the box on the floor, for a moment scared of what she might find as she opened it.

  The gold statue made her heart race as she pulled it out of the darkness. She couldn’t believe what she was holding in her hands as she studied the inscription. Abigail Jackson.

  “What’s this doing in my parents’ closet?” she looked down at it again, wasn’t that the name of the woman who was playing her Mother?

  She looked in the box again and found a set of photographs.

  Her hands were shaking as she looked at the old photo of her mother and the man who until a few weeks ago had played her father on the show.

  Was her mother going to be playing her mother on the soap?

  This was too much.

  She put everything back in the box and took the shawl. She couldn’t worry about this right now.

  She had to focus on one thing at a time and issues with her mother were the last thing she wanted to deal with tonight.

  She made it back to her room, flipped her laptop open, tapping her foot nervously as she waited for it to wake up.

  Her fingers raced over the keys as she logged in, then quickly did a Google search. Moments later she saw pictures and video clips of her mother acting on the same soap she now starred on.

  She closed her laptop, glanced in her mirror to check her make up as she heard the doorbell ring.

  “Get through tonight and in the morning, get the fuck back to the city and away from this small town hell.” She told herself before grabbing her purse.

  Zach rang the bell, nervous about this evening as he looked over at Shayla, “Are you okay? We can only stay a few minutes if you’re not feeling well.”

  “I’m fine, I just found out I have to go back to the city tomorrow.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

  The door opened, Brad had a scotch in his hand and a smile on his face. “Welcome! Come on in.”

  “Thank you.” Zach took hold of Shayla’s hand as they entered the house. It was just what you would expect for a family that had money to burn, and liked to remind you of that.

  “Lovely home,” Shayla looked around feeling the burn of her past heartbreak of seeing a man she once loved surrounded by his family, the family he choose over her.

  “Why thank you. I’m Claire, Brad’s wife.” She was slim, her brown hair back in a French twist.

  “Zach Jensen and this is my date Shayla Daniels.”

  “I know you from somewhere don’t I?” Claire studied Shayla for a moment, “Wait a minute, aren’t you on TV?”

  Shayla smiled, “Yes, that’s probably where you recognize me from.”

  “Well, let’s get you two a drink.” Claire led them to the bar area, “Enjoy the party.”

  “Thank you.” Shayla looked around, her eyes scanning the room, her stomach twisted to see how many of these men she had been around when Brad signed them as clients. She could even see a few of the men she’d helped with.

  “I promise we won’t stay long.” Zach whispered in her ear. “As soon as we can leave, we’ll get out of here.”

  “Thank you, but don’t rush this on my account.” She kissed him on the cheek, noticing as she pulled away that Brad was watching them. “Why don’t you go mingle and I’m going to check out the spread.”

  “You are too kind.” Zach kissed her forehead before going off into the sea of professional athletes. Some were still playing, a few were just hawking some product on late night infomercials and a few had gotten hosting jobs.

  “I want to see you again.” Brad’s voice was close to her, too close for her comfort right now.

  “This isn’t the time or place to discuss this.” She walked over to the table and picked up avocado crostini.

  “When then,” Brad picked up his own crostini.

  “I don’t think we have anything to discuss.”

  “Yes, we do. When will you be back in the city?”

  Shayla smiled, “Tomorrow. Something has come up and I have to return.”

  “Monday morning then?”

  She bit into the crostini, enjoying the flavor of the avocado as it mixed with the French bread. She didn’t want to answer him; she didn’t want to be pulled back into his world. She was better than being a signing bonus for some foolish boy.

  “We can meet for Coffee at that place you like near my
office.”

  She looked around to see if anyone noticed them talking, Claire was flirting with a football player who’d recently gotten divorced and was known to be a stallion in the bedroom. Shayla knew it to be fact though, since he was one of the few she’d spent the night with—for Brad. “9 am, coffee. That’s all.”

  Zach came up behind her, his hand sliding into place on her waist, “What’s going on here?”

  “Brad was telling me about this nice little coffee shop that’s not far from his office; it’s actually the same one I stop at every morning before work.” Shayla looked at Zach, her heart beating as she watched him.

  “Small world huh? Brad, are we still on for that meeting Monday afternoon?”

  “Yes, we are. I hope you’re ready for this. It will be life changing.” Brad smiled, and Shayla wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or Zach.

  “This is a wonderful party; unfortunately I’ve got to get this one home. She has an early train ride in the morning.”

  “That’s such a shame you have to leave early. I hope to be seeing more of the two of you.” Brad walked with them to the door.

  Shayla felt sick as she put her coat on, how in the world was she going to explain any of this to Zach, should she even try?

  “Have a good night!” Brad called out as he watched them walk down his front steps. Part of him was worried that Shayla would confess to Zach the true nature of their relationship—but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t. He was also pretty confident that he would soon have her back on her knees sucking his cock dry like no other woman had been able to since her.

  Brad looked back towards the party, he was pretty sure Claire was getting ready for her own affair, not that he blamed her but she’d been a cold fish to him for so long it seemed impossible she even had the desire to fuck and suck any man.

  Shayla looked at her parents’ house, dark once again. Obviously her parents were avoiding her and she had a good idea why. “Zach, you want to come in for a few minutes.”

  “Sure.” He smiled gently as he followed her into the quiet house.

  The stairs creaked a little as they went up them to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a minute. She had so much she wanted to say, yet she didn’t know how to say it.

  “Are you okay?”

  She shook her head. “Just, don’t go. Hold me.”

  “I’ll so whatever you want.” He wrapped his arms around her as they stood silent in her childhood bedroom. The house dark around them, the glow of the street light coming through the window as he breathed in the scent of her body wash and shampoo.

  Shayla pulled back just a moment, her hands sliding into his sports coat as she pulled it down, tossing it on the floor as she took his hand and led him to the bed. “Just hold me and don’t let go.”

  “I won’t as long as you let me.” He laid down on the bed, pulling her down with him as he wrapped his arms around her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Carter Jensen took the last swig of his beer as he turned off his television. He looked over at his friend Eva, who was once again plotting some move to try and get in his bed. It was Saturday night and he wasn’t even out, he was home watching Better of Ted because they couldn’t agree about anything else.

  “Well, I guess I should get going.” Eva stretched, her top revealing her belly button.

  Carter shook his head, “Be safe.”

  Eva sighed, she could give him every single, and every opening and he wouldn’t touch her. Yet he would touch and fuck any other woman of legal age that crossed his path. “Want me to pick you up for Church in the morning?”

  “Yeah, sure sounds good.” He really didn’t care about going to the service, but he figured it was a chance to see some of the women in nylons and skirts. The only women he ever saw in skirts these days were he fellow teachers and the cheerleaders at the school. And he couldn’t be thinking about the cheerleaders that way now could he?

  Eva hovered by the door for a moment, she wanted to confront him but now wasn’t the time. She’d tried this long, a few more days wouldn’t hurt, would it? “Night Carter.”

  “Night,” He waved her away as she left and locked the door behind her. He glanced over at the clock on the cable box and wondered if his neighbor was home? He took a moment to go to the fridge and took out a beer before he went upstairs to his bedroom.

  He kept the light off when he saw that the blinds for next door were wide open, he couldn’t help but wonder if Amanda had done this on purpose or not. He’d caught her a few times touching herself after a shower, and he was sure that he’d been caught a time or two by her.

  He stretched out on his bed, his eyes focused on what could be a show if he got lucky. He could see the light pour into her room from the hallway and then the shadows, two people.

  He sat up, watching as articles of clothing were tossed around without care. He could see the form of Amanda’s body as she fell back on the bed. He was surprised though when he realized the other person with her was a girl.

  He was getting a show, one he hadn’t expected.

  They burst into a giggle fit before they resumed kissing. They still had their panties on. Amanda reached down her companion’s body, pushing the cotton down her legs before reaching down and removing her own pair.

  Carter couldn’t believe his luck as he watched the unknown girl pushed Amanda’s legs apart about to lick her before she started laughing and pulled away.

  What the fuck was going on? Carter scooted to the edge of his bed as he watched the unknown girl start to get dressed while Amanda watched a playful smile on her face as she looked out her window, right towards Carter.

  She spread her legs wide open as she slid her hands down her thighs. She gently moved her fingers towards the clit as her eyes locked with him.

  He rose, moving towards his window, almost as if he were in a trance and couldn’t look away, couldn’t keep himself in check.

  She stopped what she was doing and moved to her own window, the street light washing over her naked body as she threw open the window, the cool air against her body hardened her nipples.

  Carter pushed his window open, sure he was going to be yelled at, called a dirty old man. He was her teacher after all.

  “Did you enjoy that little show Mr. Jensen?”

  “Who was that?” He tried to focus on her face, but he found it difficult.

  She smiled, tilting her head to the side, “Don’t worry, she was a friend who went to New Providence, she has no idea that you’re my teacher.”

  He nodded, “That’s good. So, you did that for my benefit?”

  “Not exactly,” She confessed as she leaned her upper body out into the cold night. The houses really weren’t that far apart. If she was adventurous she could probably reach out and touch his window.

  “Then why?”

  “I wanted to know if you would watch me. I thought about bringing one of the guys back with me, but I didn’t want them to get carried away.”

  Carter leaned out his window; the yellow of the street lights was hidden thanks to the trees at this spot. “You don’t want to fuck them?”

  She smiled again, “No. I only want to fuck you.”

  Carter almost fell out his window. This couldn’t be real. He must’ve had more to drink then he realized. “Where are your parents?”

  “Out of town—again.” She pulled her body back inside, feeling almost frozen, “Why don’t you come over?”

  He smiled, he was ready to. He had a strong desire, but he stopped when he saw her twin bed. “The beds too small, if I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to do it in a proper bed.”

  “What are you suggesting Mr. Jensen?”

  He could feel his cock harden and rise when she called him that, “Meet me at my backdoor.”

  “Okay.” She backed away, closing her window and drawing the blinds.

  Carter couldn’t believe it as he slammed the window shut, closed every single blind he could
find and turned on the beside lamp before going down to the backdoor.

  He wasn’t sure she would be there; he was almost convinced she wouldn’t show.

  He heard the knock that was soft so that the neighbors didn’t hear, it was late at night and his other next door neighbor did tend to be a busybody.

  He swung the door open, finding Amanda dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They must’ve been the first things she could find. “Come in.”

  She was cold as she rubbed her arms with her hands, nervous as she bounced on her feet.

  Carter watched her as she looked around. This wasn’t the first time she’d been in his kitchen, but it had been a few years. He couldn’t think about that though, it made this whole thing disgusting. “I wasn’t sure you would come over.”

  She smiled, “When your hot teacher asks you to come over after midnight, you do. Especially when you’ve been fantasizing for months about what would happen if he ever did.”

  “What do you want to happen?” He wasn’t sure if he should take control, let the physical, sexual tension between them erupt or go slow, see if she backed out.

  She stopped hugging herself and ran her hands through her hair, “I want you to take my virginity. I want you to do to me all those things I know you’ve been thinking about while watching me the last few months, all those things you’ve been thinking about while you’ve touched yourself.”

  Carter took a deep breath before going to the fridge and opening it, pulling out a bottle of vodka. This was wrong, but it was feeling so right. He poured two shots and took one before handing one to Amanda. She took it without question.

  He watched the face she made as she took the shot and then as her hand came back down with the small glass. He reached out for her, pulling her young body against his. “What do you think I think about? Do you think I fantasize about eating your wet pussy? About coming all over your stomach?”

  “That and more,” Her heartbeat was racing as she felt his arms wrap around her, his fingers combing her hair. “I think you’ve fantasized about almost every, dirty, naughty, kinky thing you’ve ever wanted to do, and thought about doing it to me.”